Call the roller of big cigars
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
as they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last months newspapers.
Let it be the finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
Wallace Stephens
'Emperor of Ice-cream'
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The latest on my indulgence list is LUSH. Sweet mother of heaven, this is definitely something that is setting my senses on fire, and i'm just reading the descriptions and i'm going nuts! Yaaah! Will definitely indulge when the moolah is raked. Yummm. Every day. Sigh! Whenever i can. (Okay you get the picture!)
Over and out.
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Monday, October 31, 2005
The Universe - cont'd
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My mind and me: Like Pizpot Gargravarr explains in length.
"I think we were probably not very well suited," said Gargravarr again at length; "we never seemed to be happy doing the same things. We always had the greatest arguments over sex and fishing. Eventually we tried to combine the two, but that only led to disaster, as you can probably imagine. And now my body refuses to let me in. It won't even see me..."
He paused again tragically.
" It says i only inhibit it. I pointed out that in fact i was meant to inhabit it, and it said that that was exactly the sort of smart alec remark that got right up a body's left nostril, and so we left it. It will probably get custody of my forename."
"Oh...?" said Zaphod faintly. "And what's that?"
"Pizpot," said the voice. "My name is Pizpot Gargarvarr. Says it all really, doesn't it?"
"Errr...." said Zaphod sympathetically.
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At that moment another dismal scream rent the air and Zaphod shuddered.
"What can do that to a guy? he breathed.
"The Universe," said Gargravarr simply, "the whole infinite Universe. The infinte suns, the infinite distances between them and yourself an invisible dot, infinitely small."
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My mind and me: Like Pizpot Gargravarr explains in length.
"I think we were probably not very well suited," said Gargravarr again at length; "we never seemed to be happy doing the same things. We always had the greatest arguments over sex and fishing. Eventually we tried to combine the two, but that only led to disaster, as you can probably imagine. And now my body refuses to let me in. It won't even see me..."
He paused again tragically.
" It says i only inhibit it. I pointed out that in fact i was meant to inhabit it, and it said that that was exactly the sort of smart alec remark that got right up a body's left nostril, and so we left it. It will probably get custody of my forename."
"Oh...?" said Zaphod faintly. "And what's that?"
"Pizpot," said the voice. "My name is Pizpot Gargarvarr. Says it all really, doesn't it?"
"Errr...." said Zaphod sympathetically.
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At that moment another dismal scream rent the air and Zaphod shuddered.
"What can do that to a guy? he breathed.
"The Universe," said Gargravarr simply, "the whole infinite Universe. The infinte suns, the infinite distances between them and yourself an invisible dot, infinitely small."
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Saturday, October 29, 2005
The Universe
Pieces from a Book i trip on - The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy
The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.
Many would happily mov to somewhere rather smaller of their own devising, and this is what most beings in fact do.
Exotic though this behaviour may seem, there is no life form in the Galaxy which is not in some way guilty of the same thing, which is they Total Perspective Vortex is as horrific as it is. For when you are put into the Vortex, you are given just one momentary glimpse of the entire unimaginable infinity of creation, and somewhere in it a tiny marker, a microscopic dot on a microscope dot, which says "You are here."
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The Total Perspective Vortex derives its picture of the whole Universe on the principle of extrapolated matter analyses. To explain - since every piece of matter in the Universe, it is in theory possible to extrapolate the whole of creation -- every sun, every planet, their orbits, their composition and their economic and social history from, say one piece of fairy cake.
The man who invented the TPV did so basically in order to annoy his wife.
"... if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion."
The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life most people tend to ignore.
Many would happily mov to somewhere rather smaller of their own devising, and this is what most beings in fact do.
Exotic though this behaviour may seem, there is no life form in the Galaxy which is not in some way guilty of the same thing, which is they Total Perspective Vortex is as horrific as it is. For when you are put into the Vortex, you are given just one momentary glimpse of the entire unimaginable infinity of creation, and somewhere in it a tiny marker, a microscopic dot on a microscope dot, which says "You are here."
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The Total Perspective Vortex derives its picture of the whole Universe on the principle of extrapolated matter analyses. To explain - since every piece of matter in the Universe, it is in theory possible to extrapolate the whole of creation -- every sun, every planet, their orbits, their composition and their economic and social history from, say one piece of fairy cake.
The man who invented the TPV did so basically in order to annoy his wife.
"... if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion."
The Song that best describes me
Well, we've all got a song. Here's mine.
Squint your eyes a little bit closer. I'm not between you and your ambition.
I'm a postergirl with no poster. I'm 32 flavours and then some.
And i'm beyond your peripheral vision.
So you might want to turn your head.
Someday i'm gonna get hungry and eat up all of the words that you just said.
I am. What i am.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
God help you if you are ugly, girl. Or stupid is also your tone.
Cause everyone harbours a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.
God help you if you a phoenix and if you dare to rise up from the ash.
A 1000 eyes will smoulder with jealousy while you are just flying. Away.
I am. What I am.
I am 32 flavours and then some...
Taking my chances as they come.
I am 32 flavours and then some...
I am no one but i am somone one.
I never try to give my life meaning by demeaning you.
And i'd like to state for the record i did everything that i could do.
I am beyond your peripheral vision.
So you might want to turn your head.
Someday you're gonna be starving and eating up all the words that you just said.
That you said...
I am. What i am.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
Taking my chances as they come.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
Seeking the truth but there is none.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
Never forget where i come from.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
I an no one, but i am someone.
Squint your eyes a little bit closer. I'm not between you and your ambition.
I'm a postergirl with no poster. I'm 32 flavours and then some.
And i'm beyond your peripheral vision.
So you might want to turn your head.
Someday i'm gonna get hungry and eat up all of the words that you just said.
I am. What i am.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
God help you if you are ugly, girl. Or stupid is also your tone.
Cause everyone harbours a secret hatred for the prettiest girl in the room.
God help you if you a phoenix and if you dare to rise up from the ash.
A 1000 eyes will smoulder with jealousy while you are just flying. Away.
I am. What I am.
I am 32 flavours and then some...
Taking my chances as they come.
I am 32 flavours and then some...
I am no one but i am somone one.
I never try to give my life meaning by demeaning you.
And i'd like to state for the record i did everything that i could do.
I am beyond your peripheral vision.
So you might want to turn your head.
Someday you're gonna be starving and eating up all the words that you just said.
That you said...
I am. What i am.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
Taking my chances as they come.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
Seeking the truth but there is none.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
Never forget where i come from.
I am 32 flavours and then some.
I an no one, but i am someone.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
The Sajan Kurikose Story
Over the past few months, cases of death, killing and suicide have abounded in the papers, giving the once 'safe haven' and justice driven city into a shaky foundation, with absolutely no resolution, or assurance of the truth.
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It's the typical case of whodunit? Man found in the boot of his car at Al Nasr Cinema four days ago. No one knows how he died, but there are some fishy loops being explored.
Sajan Kuriakose, was found dead in the boot of his own car, on the 14th of October. After a rushed phone call to his wife Suni,telling her that he would pick her up on his way home. He never arrived, and a search hunt resulted in Kuriakose's body being discovered in one of the most busiest and popular spots in Dubai city.
His body now lies in a shroud of mystery as police, hospital officials and a distrught family try to understand this tragedy. Sections of the press has had a field day with the speculation as claims of suicide, false forensic reports, and a tall order of mental instability do the rounds. It's impossible really. The truth still avoids distraught widow Suni, who spoke to the press officially only today (18th Oct,2005), defending her husband and denying the false reports that have branded her husband a mentally instable suicide victim. His wife and family angered over the speculation decided to come forward to clear Sajan's name of the false allegations.
The 33 year old Indian computer programmer's last call to his wife, was a hurried one. Suni said he sounded scared. The family was allowed access to the body only yesterday and was only allowed to see his face. The rest of his body was covered with a shroud, and they were not allowed to touch him. It has been confirmed that no post mortem was carried out on the body. And yet...forensic reports confirm his suicide. Problem no.1.
Futher investigation and official statements from Suni reveal that her husband, that two of his colleagues (Javed and Susan) were being questioned on possible embezzlement charges. Sajan also claimed that someone had hacked into his computer files, and he wasn't aware of what exactly ws going on, but that he was safe. Was he really? Problem no.2.
Threads being explored: Rumours of a gang that kills on hire are doing the rounds, with the MO being slitting throats. Sajan's body was covered, no one knows how he was killed/how he died. Was he murdered by a hired gang?
That fateful Thursday he left for work. The last time Suni heard from him was when he told her he would pick her up on his way home.
The Kurikose's family and parish have been a pillar of support during this time, and Suni has been a picture of deep anguish and determined calm through the entire ordeal. The staff from Sajan's workplace (AST Trading) haverefused to comment so far on the matter.
The mystery continues...the watch remains.
It now boils down the point of whether expatriates can seek justice in a world they once sought for financial stability and a better future. With dubious reports, and no comments, and a possible quick wrap up of events (which is the most expected...), will Suni ever know how her husband of nine years died?
With funeral preparations, relocation and financial procedures to be taken care of, will the UAE justice and police department leave this case to die it's natural death?
Followup (Pending):
The Kiwi juice case, where another expatriate Indian couple, died of mysterious poisoning is yet to see any development, as the Indian cousulate tries in vain to move any paperwork or push for possible answers in the deluge that is the current justice and investigation system. Is this a new turn of events and responsibility for the city's crime fighting teams? Only time will tell.
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It's the typical case of whodunit? Man found in the boot of his car at Al Nasr Cinema four days ago. No one knows how he died, but there are some fishy loops being explored.
Sajan Kuriakose, was found dead in the boot of his own car, on the 14th of October. After a rushed phone call to his wife Suni,telling her that he would pick her up on his way home. He never arrived, and a search hunt resulted in Kuriakose's body being discovered in one of the most busiest and popular spots in Dubai city.
His body now lies in a shroud of mystery as police, hospital officials and a distrught family try to understand this tragedy. Sections of the press has had a field day with the speculation as claims of suicide, false forensic reports, and a tall order of mental instability do the rounds. It's impossible really. The truth still avoids distraught widow Suni, who spoke to the press officially only today (18th Oct,2005), defending her husband and denying the false reports that have branded her husband a mentally instable suicide victim. His wife and family angered over the speculation decided to come forward to clear Sajan's name of the false allegations.
The 33 year old Indian computer programmer's last call to his wife, was a hurried one. Suni said he sounded scared. The family was allowed access to the body only yesterday and was only allowed to see his face. The rest of his body was covered with a shroud, and they were not allowed to touch him. It has been confirmed that no post mortem was carried out on the body. And yet...forensic reports confirm his suicide. Problem no.1.
Futher investigation and official statements from Suni reveal that her husband, that two of his colleagues (Javed and Susan) were being questioned on possible embezzlement charges. Sajan also claimed that someone had hacked into his computer files, and he wasn't aware of what exactly ws going on, but that he was safe. Was he really? Problem no.2.
Threads being explored: Rumours of a gang that kills on hire are doing the rounds, with the MO being slitting throats. Sajan's body was covered, no one knows how he was killed/how he died. Was he murdered by a hired gang?
That fateful Thursday he left for work. The last time Suni heard from him was when he told her he would pick her up on his way home.
The Kurikose's family and parish have been a pillar of support during this time, and Suni has been a picture of deep anguish and determined calm through the entire ordeal. The staff from Sajan's workplace (AST Trading) haverefused to comment so far on the matter.
The mystery continues...the watch remains.
It now boils down the point of whether expatriates can seek justice in a world they once sought for financial stability and a better future. With dubious reports, and no comments, and a possible quick wrap up of events (which is the most expected...), will Suni ever know how her husband of nine years died?
With funeral preparations, relocation and financial procedures to be taken care of, will the UAE justice and police department leave this case to die it's natural death?
Followup (Pending):
The Kiwi juice case, where another expatriate Indian couple, died of mysterious poisoning is yet to see any development, as the Indian cousulate tries in vain to move any paperwork or push for possible answers in the deluge that is the current justice and investigation system. Is this a new turn of events and responsibility for the city's crime fighting teams? Only time will tell.
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