Sunday, January 4, 2009
The firm shoulders of my lucid subconsciousness!
Collect all the dirt in your words,
and throw it over me,
as you shut yourself inside your protection cell,
and depart from here.
How beautiful it is,
to become a worm,
with wings made of moonlight,
Be able to fly only in your sleep,
and fall deep below at dawn.
How ugly it is,
in the place of light,
in the region of truth,
sometimeswhere all your scars are visible,
in the limelight of your calcium eyes.
And I crack, when you mold me into a shape,
refine me to your tastes,
so you could stab me with your nails,
and devour every bit of affection.
and throw it over me,
as you shut yourself inside your protection cell,
and depart from here.
How beautiful it is,
to become a worm,
with wings made of moonlight,
Be able to fly only in your sleep,
and fall deep below at dawn.
How ugly it is,
in the place of light,
in the region of truth,
sometimeswhere all your scars are visible,
in the limelight of your calcium eyes.
And I crack, when you mold me into a shape,
refine me to your tastes,
so you could stab me with your nails,
and devour every bit of affection.
PERHAPS- THE WORD!
PERHAPS-THE WORD.
My this week's obsession word is Perhaps.Perhaps, Lovers turn to Strangers and Strangers turn into Lawyers and Doctors and Dentists.Perhaps, my head ache, is not lack of sleep, but stress. Perhaps, i do really love you. Perhaps, this is not a game. Perhaps I want to go out for a fancy dinner, but i am not a food person. Perhaps, you still think thoughts, which you try not to think. Perhaps, I am a coward. Perhaps i am as sickening as it seems. Perhaps, I do tell the real story. Perhaps, God doesn't know me. Perhaps, i need to sleep. Perhaps, my body would stop shaking and stop being paranoid about earthquakes. Perhaps, my blog makes me insane. Perhaps, the stage horn in front of me is not really purple but its pink. Perhaps, i have a gene for O positive blood. Perhaps, its not sickening to pursue a profession; considering the amount it costs. Perhaps, I do know how much it takes out of them to give me such a chance. Perhaps, I'm hungry. Perhaps. Perhaps, I'll miss my engineering friends. Perhaps, I'll wonder, if the thought crossed your mind even once, how it would be, if you had said yes. Perhaps, its not all butterflies and saaris. Perhaps, its not always. Perhaps, i need to stop existing. Perhaps, it'll matter to somebody, perhaps it wont. Perhaps.Perhaps. Perhaps
My this week's obsession word is Perhaps.Perhaps, Lovers turn to Strangers and Strangers turn into Lawyers and Doctors and Dentists.Perhaps, my head ache, is not lack of sleep, but stress. Perhaps, i do really love you. Perhaps, this is not a game. Perhaps I want to go out for a fancy dinner, but i am not a food person. Perhaps, you still think thoughts, which you try not to think. Perhaps, I am a coward. Perhaps i am as sickening as it seems. Perhaps, I do tell the real story. Perhaps, God doesn't know me. Perhaps, i need to sleep. Perhaps, my body would stop shaking and stop being paranoid about earthquakes. Perhaps, my blog makes me insane. Perhaps, the stage horn in front of me is not really purple but its pink. Perhaps, i have a gene for O positive blood. Perhaps, its not sickening to pursue a profession; considering the amount it costs. Perhaps, I do know how much it takes out of them to give me such a chance. Perhaps, I'm hungry. Perhaps. Perhaps, I'll miss my engineering friends. Perhaps, I'll wonder, if the thought crossed your mind even once, how it would be, if you had said yes. Perhaps, its not all butterflies and saaris. Perhaps, its not always. Perhaps, i need to stop existing. Perhaps, it'll matter to somebody, perhaps it wont. Perhaps.Perhaps. Perhaps
I AM WRITING BLAH!
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I am writing blah.
Sleeping on the sofa's, is in fact very uncomfortable. The coldness of the leather penetrating through your pants and not giving them a single opportunity to get warmed. My room is going to turn Lavender and one wall ocean turquaz ( turquoise). Ergo, sleeping on the sofa. I could be sleeping in my sister's room but they decided to.. Well never mind. STORY OF THE WORD TURQUOISEThe word turquoise was derived around 16th century from the French language either from the word forTurkish (Turquois) or dark-blue stone (pierre turquin). This may have arisen from a misconception: turquoise does not occur in Turkey but was traded at Turkish bazaars to Venetian merchants who brought it to Europe.Today, I went through all the pictures on my fb profile, looking for the number of pictures of the two people with me, I used to call my bestfriends.Turns out, there aren't many. I miss them, sometimes; no, I missed them today, only 'cause I brought myself to think about them. I don't need to think about them. I do. I don't. I am just fine.My day was boring. I smell like Rose Water. And it's burning my nostrils. Erk.Okay, i am done.
I VOTE DEATH; for a prolonging death!
Imagine that you lying in a sterile hospital room, hooked up to machines and tubes, wracked with pain, and riddled with an incurable disease. Imagine that you have been diagnosed with the last stage of brutal cancer and every day you are aware that you are slipping a little more into dementia, soon to be a shell of your former shell and a financial, emotional, and physical burden on your closest loved ones. Is this how any of us want to imagine the end of our lives? I think I'm safe to say no, no one wants to die this way but it's a reality for thousands of people every day.
If there is no hope that cognitive-affective function will be restored, why not end the person's physiological function and thus terminate life with an injection of air or some other lethal procedure? Why must a family suffer as a loved one slowly and perhaps painfully wends his or her way to natural death. A gravely ill man lies in bed awaiting death. He exerts all his energy upon every breath he takes. One of life's agonies is waiting for it all to be over. Euthanasia aka mercy killing, a remedy for this man's unfortunate situation, could be his solution to happiness. Euthanasia is the practice of painlessly ending the lives of people who have incurable, painful, or distressing diseases or handicaps.
Of course, pain plays a role in this matter. It's very difficult to function in everyday life when pain is a constant companion. To most people with any of these problems, in their point of view, value of existence can be low. Should people grasp onto life for as long as possible? The quality of life begins to get worse with pain and suffering, and it costs a lot of money to keep a person alive. The legal aspect of euthanasia is unfair, with abortion being completely legal, and mercy killing forbidden. All I can say is if a person is holding on to a terrible life of pain and discomfort, why should they have to wait and wait to have the torture an fullstop.
Death is a foregone decision. Every person deserves a choice to live or die. The natural fear people have of suffering and dying and when cure is no longer likely, there are only two alternatives: euthanasia or unbearable pain. People who wish to retain their dignity and choices at the end of life should have the option of a peaceful and gentle death. Euthanasia is one of the most important public policy issues being debated today. Is this a solution or a crime? The outcome of the debate will affect family relationships, interaction between doctors and patients, and concepts of basic morality. When it comes to people being a vegetable, brain dead, and out of loop, it is best to rid them of their misery than to keep them suffering. Think about it, would you really want to live your life as a vegetable?
EtcEtc : Public toilets in India ... less said the better
UNLIKE body functions like dance, drama and songs, defecation is considered very lowly. Toilet is part of history of human hygiene which is a critical chapter in the history of human civilization and which cannot be isolated to be accorded unimportant position in history.In India, how can any one ignore the subject of toilet when the society is faced with human excretions of the order of 900 million liters of urine and 135 million kilograms of fecal matter per day with totally inadequate system of its collection and disposal. The society, thus, has a constant threat of health hazards and epidemics. As many as 600 out of 900 million people do open defecation. Sewerage facilities are available to no more than 30 per cent of population in urban areas and only 3 per cent of rural population has access to pour flush latrines.
Seeing this challenge, the subject of toilet is more important because lack of excremental hygiene is a national health hazard while in other problems the implications are relatively closer to only those who suffer from unemployment, illiteracy and poverty.
As sewerage based toilet remains and will remain out of the reach of the majority of population in India, the challenge is to propagate and ensure installation of toilets, which are affordable, upgradeable and easy to maintain.
India needs to take up the sanitation issue on a priority basis since it affects the all-round development of the majority of its people, especially women in the lower strata of society. "Sanitation is closely linked to female literacy in India," says a United Nations Children's Fund .Over 700 million people defecate in the open - along roadsides, on farmland, in municipal parks and so on. According to the Water Supply and Sanitation Collaborative Council, a single gram of faeces can contain 10 million viruses, one million bacteria, a thousand parasite cysts and a hundred eggs of worms. No wonder, water contaminated with faecal matter causes
Is the filthy nature of our toilets the reason many of us simply prefer to 'Just do it' in the open? It can't be said that the civic authorities did not think of the man on the street. Indeed, they seem to have thought only of men. No one thought women might be in need of some conveniently located `conveniences'. The women folk presumably just had to hope they would be within walking distance of a relative's home at all times. Then again, the conveniences for men didn't seem to take into account those men who might value their privacy. So these `facilities' were often housed within no more than a wall and a half.
The absence of toilets is devastating for women. It severely affects their dignity, health, safety and sense of privacy, and indirectly their literacy and productivity.Women are forced to endure punishing restraints.
Take Khan Market, an upmarket locale where you can buy everything you need for your house, spouse and pet as well. The public toilet there is manned by smiling attendants who charge you a rupee or two, depending on whether you are a man or a woman, and hand over a receipt in turn. Positively fragrant with disinfectant, it lives up to the board displayed outside: "If it's clean it has to be Mokleen." Conversations like, "Hi! How come we always meet here?" "Yeah, bathroom friends!" can only take place in cheerful places like this. And when ads on the walls challenge you with remarks like "Rok Sako To Rok Lo", or indeed, to "run for your mind", there's an unmistakeable intellectual dimension too.
However, not everything is hunky dory. Whereas the toilets maintained by private companies like Fumes International, Sulabh International and the like are generally well maintained, those run by the NDMC and MCD are less to write home about.
How about making it illegal to urinate on within certain distance of any public roads and sidewalks and actually enforcing these laws by better policing?
Seeing this challenge, the subject of toilet is more important because lack of excremental hygiene is a national health hazard while in other problems the implications are relatively closer to only those who suffer from unemployment, illiteracy and poverty.
As sewerage based toilet remains and will remain out of the reach of the majority of population in India, the challenge is to propagate and ensure installation of toilets, which are affordable, upgradeable and easy to maintain.
India needs to take up the sanitation issue on a priority basis since it affects the all-round development of the majority of its people, especially women in the lower strata of society. "Sanitation is closely linked to female literacy in India," says a United Nations Children's Fund .Over 700 million people defecate in the open - along roadsides, on farmland, in municipal parks and so on. According to the Water Supply and Sanitation Collaborative Council, a single gram of faeces can contain 10 million viruses, one million bacteria, a thousand parasite cysts and a hundred eggs of worms. No wonder, water contaminated with faecal matter causes
Is the filthy nature of our toilets the reason many of us simply prefer to 'Just do it' in the open? It can't be said that the civic authorities did not think of the man on the street. Indeed, they seem to have thought only of men. No one thought women might be in need of some conveniently located `conveniences'. The women folk presumably just had to hope they would be within walking distance of a relative's home at all times. Then again, the conveniences for men didn't seem to take into account those men who might value their privacy. So these `facilities' were often housed within no more than a wall and a half.
The absence of toilets is devastating for women. It severely affects their dignity, health, safety and sense of privacy, and indirectly their literacy and productivity.Women are forced to endure punishing restraints.
Take Khan Market, an upmarket locale where you can buy everything you need for your house, spouse and pet as well. The public toilet there is manned by smiling attendants who charge you a rupee or two, depending on whether you are a man or a woman, and hand over a receipt in turn. Positively fragrant with disinfectant, it lives up to the board displayed outside: "If it's clean it has to be Mokleen." Conversations like, "Hi! How come we always meet here?" "Yeah, bathroom friends!" can only take place in cheerful places like this. And when ads on the walls challenge you with remarks like "Rok Sako To Rok Lo", or indeed, to "run for your mind", there's an unmistakeable intellectual dimension too.
However, not everything is hunky dory. Whereas the toilets maintained by private companies like Fumes International, Sulabh International and the like are generally well maintained, those run by the NDMC and MCD are less to write home about.
How about making it illegal to urinate on within certain distance of any public roads and sidewalks and actually enforcing these laws by better policing?
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