ethics: dead ppl thrown off a cart

Playing soccer on Saturdays was good. This particular Saturday, a few months back, we were playing in the make-shift grounds within the campus of the Medicine Department of the Teaching Hospital. It was just another fun-filled, goal-filled, breathless and tiring soccer match! Until… Until a cart with its top about half the size of plywood rolled on by. Their were two people in what looked like operation theater dresses and wearing face masks, gloves and Wellington boots, pulling the cart. The top of the card were covered with green cloth. I knew almost instantly that there were dead bodies underneath it probably of those who were killed during the fights the night before (I read in the papers.) Indeed they were bodies! There were legs jutting out. Thick black legs! I didn’t know Nepali’s were this black! Later I was told that after sometime of death it can turn to this color, I don’t know! I stopped playing, partly because I respected the dead, and partly because I was shocked. Although this path is inside the hospital, it is a path taken by so many people entering the hospital, and here were dead bodies just being taken on carts! That was a bit difficult for me to grasp. The cart moved into the empty area on the other side of the road opposite the playground.

We started playing but my eyes remained fixed on the card and its deliverables! I thought they were being taken to some holding or for incineration! The cart stopped inside the empty area. Meanwhile, although I hadn’t noticed, there were people inside there who had dug out the earth. The view that came next was most shocking and inhumane. The green cloth was taken off. There were three stiff still bodies laid across the small cart! One fellow in the mask held the legs of one dead body, lifted it and threw it off like holding the two handles of a wheelbarrow and emptying the dead leaves into a pit! Dump, went the other two too! I can’t imagine these people had any feelings! These were human bodies, not dead twigs!

My GOD! I was so disgusted and so sad. I couldn’t play any longer. I was too disturbed.

I was a bit amazed too ‘cos I hadn’t know before that dead bodies got so stiff that the entire body could be lifted by holding on one end much like a piece of log.

I asked the fellow “medicine” friends there whether this ill-treatment was normal. They said that dead bodies weren’t treated well at all. Their explanation: “why wud they treat dead people nicely when they kill them brutally in the first place.” I learnt that these bodies had come out of forensics and were indeed victims of the fight the night before. Forensics people cannot be brutal, can they? One of the students said and another concurred that their first ‘forensic ethics’ hands-on lesion started with the teacher making an incision on the chest and when the class ended, the incisions made by the ethics teacher on the dead body read “M A N”

How disgusting is that!! It’s a disgrace to the name “teacher” and moreover to mankind!

I can still see in my mind, the dead bodies being thrown off the cart.

suprising surfacing of a Maldives Honorary Consulate in Nepal

Some have heard there is an Honorary Maldives Consul in Nepal. From what I found he is the owner of big hotel Radisson (American hotel chain) and has held this title for a loooong time now! No one has ever heard from him! I wonder why the Madives Government justifies keeping such people at such posts.
A couple of days back we got a mail from him. Everyone's response was fury. I dont know who else replied back but I certainly did, and still am so angry I am putting it here on the blog.

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On 5/31/06,
Subject: Office of the Honorary Consul General of Maldives to Nepal

Dear Students and friends,

I am sending this e-mail from Honorary Consul General, Mr. G. D. Shrestha'a office. Mr. Shrestha is at present in Bombay as his daughter got operated twice withing a week's time and that she is not well. Once he is back, we will be organizing a small get together for all of you in the Radisson Hotel.

As the situation of the country is not so good, we feel that you all will have to be in close contact with the Consulate. Hence, if you have any problems do contact me or Mr. Shrestha. My mobile number is 9851047012 and the office number is 4411818 (extn. 1002 or 1004). My residence number is 016209819 (CDMA) & 4417678/4377278.

I would also like all of you to acknowledge receipt of this mail and kindly pass me your cell number as well as the number and e-mail address of those who have not received this mail.

Thank you
Aparna Oli
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I replied

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Date: Jun 1, 2006 11:45 PM
Subject: Re: Office of the Honorary Consul General of Maldives to Nepal
To: "aoli"

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IN THE NAME OF ALLAH, MOST GRACIOUS MOST MERCIFUL.


Dear Mr/Ms Aparna Oli

Let me at the outset, state that while I express the following grievances at a person/office whom/that I have neither seen nor met, it is not the most comfortable situation that I would choose to be in and hence I write in no disrespect or dishonour to any one or any institution.

Judging from the list of email addresses your mail was sent to, I gather you probably have been contacted by Maldivian authorities. These addresses were communicated to the Government of Maldives during the recent unrests in Nepal and with due respect, I see no other means of you knowning our addresses let alone our existence in Nepal otherwise.

It is most surprising and to an extent hilarious to hear of an Honourary Consul General of Maldives to Nepal. I have been living in Nepal for the past year and have not heard from or of a Maldivian Honorary Consulate here in Nepal until very very recently. While I state this, let me quite plainly assure you that I am not the only one who is in this very same boat. Moreover, there are some students and others, Maldivians ofcourse, who despite having lived here longer than myself, who compare the "story of" there being a Maldivian Honorary Consulate in Nepal to telltale stories. This indeed is spiteful.

As anyone can guess, it was a hard time for us during the recent massive unrests in Nepal. Our biggest weakness was not only in not knowing the magnitude of the events, its consequences and how it could impact us, but also not having much guidance as to how we could go about our everyday lives. With these concerns and anxiety we contacted the Government of Maldives directly, which responded magnanimously. Had we any contact or any means of contact with an office in Nepal such as an Honorary Consulate, it would have been a lesser burden to bear and most of all, of great strength to all of us. Had had close contact, similar to what your mail reads as it being the feeling of Consulate that we "all will have to be in close contact with the Consulate," we probably would have been better able to asses the situation and the Government of Maldives would have more information on which to make their decisions. Let me at this juncture say that I am proud of what the Maldivians in Nepal together with the Maldives Government did collectively during the days of the recent unrest and would boldly challenge any other in similar conditions to execute such, better.

It is my firm belief that any country establishes diplomatic designees in another, for the well being and benefit of its own people. As such I am very saddened to note that I know no Maldivian here who have got any benefit from having a consular representive in Nepal. As haphazard as it is in most, if not all, transactions in Nepal, a helping hand from a local representation would have been greeted with cheer and joy. Just one example of such is the process of obtaining a visa and the stupendous amount of money and unnecessary red-tape that it involves.

In conclusion, let me say that while we are yet to learn how long such a consulate existed in Nepal and what benefits we, the Maldivians in Nepal, have recieved from it, it is not with the greatest enthusiasm that I look forward to meeting the Consul. Quite frankly, I wonder as to how many Maldivians, out of a total you probably can obtain from Department of Immigration, Nepal, would turn up for a gathering. It is also yet to see how much of a relationship and trust we, as beneficiaries, can establish with you.

As I mentioned at the very beginning I stress that it is not my intention to show disrespect or dishonour to a person or persons or institution(s). I apologise for otherwise. Words expressed above are views of my own and not that of a collective.

Finally, I wish Mr. G.D. Shrestha good health, and his daughter a speedy recovery.

Very sincerely,

Mohamed Inaz (Mr)
Maldivian in Nepal

lets blog again

lets really do!
Its been a while since the last post. Why no post? 'cos i can.

The path to becoming the Irresponsible Nation: Influence of language and religion.

These sentiments / theories arose from a discussion with Simon after commenting on his blog post on “The Irresponsible Nation.” Below, I am trying to focus my writing on how two very basic aspects of Maldivians, the Dhivehi language and the Islamic faith, has been used over the ages to make us irresponsible people!

Maldives has a strong history of people having good command of its language, Dhivehi. Many linguists and poets live in our history books. They are more known than some great rulers. (Some poets are great IT dudes; DosBe is one.)

Some of us know (now) who brought about a written constitution. This wasn’t and isn’t taught in history classes. While many know who wrote “Dhiyoge Raivaru.” This is taught in Dhivehi classes. Vast majority of Maldivians love their poetical history. I jokingly said to Simon that “Maldives is lost in bad poetry and cloned music.” Bad not from a poet’s view perhaps but from the influence it had on the people. The poets / linguist of all times, not only the infamous last-28 years but from a long time ago, have been able to twist their words to twist the arms of law and rule. Taking an example from the recent rule (not Maumoon’s rule,) the father of the current President, Mr Abdul Qayyoom (Seedhee) was a linguist. He was able to influence and even mock the then ruler ‘cos of his superior command of the language. Which in-turn had earned him respect and even greater political status/power. There are stories from even deeper history. Anyway, the point I am making here is that people who had good command of the language had power. Power to influence rulers and the people. This isn’t in itself a bad fad, but it had been misused.

Talking about Islam, we all know the story of how Maldives converted to Islam. It is not a secret debate as to how most Maldivians embraced Islam overnight, let alone the debate around the “Rannamaari” story! For me, it is an impression of obedience. King says “let’s be muslims” and the public goes “oh goodie lets all be muslims.” Islam like other faiths is a way of life. It is hard for me to believe that it can be adopted, and adapted to overnight! The point here is that during the time of Maldives’ conversion to Islam most Maldivians never took to Islam as a faith, but took it as something they were told to do by the king, almost blindly accepting the path.

Sadly or not, this hasn’t changed much. Our constitution says we have to be muslims to be Maldivians. We are born Muslims. Islam is hereditary to us! We inherit Islam from our parents. This is all good except that the new-born muslims are never taught to seek out and understand the truths and beliefs in Islam. Again, a case of blindly following a preset path.

All this “blindly following” leads to irresponsibility as well stated in Simon’s post. We have been fed with “nice words” and poetry and shown the “right path” to follow, which have misled Maldivians to thinking that responsibility is being born already while the reality in quite the contrary; we don’t understand that responsibility comes with burdens to bear and consequences to face.

Through ages we have been taught to hear and obey, not to listen and think. This has made us an Irresponsible Nation. So is anyone taking responsibility? No one! We are all passing the buck. We have been doing this for ages and decades and we have gotten so good at this that we don’t realise it any more. It has become our survival game.

So we remain irresponsible for eternity? I don’t think so. Some among us are trying to shift our minds into thinking; something we have forgotten how to. The actions of some of us are also triggering the “enstrangered” act of thinking in us. However, history is proof that such paradigm-shifts had always had to confront strong, if not unbearable, difficulty (to put it mildly). Once we learn to think and understand for ourselves that’s when we become conscious that we have to bear responsibility at different levels. I believe this is the key to taking up responsibility.

This has become longer than I myself would like to read in a blog post, hence I’ll end this here. I will follow up with another post on a theory as to how this mind-shifting break-away from the spoon-fed life could be brought about.

Hungaaa no LoNGAA! 2PM noodles

Hungaaa no LoNGAA! 2PM noodles

It wasn’t an out of the ordinary day, until I read and browsed to the website mentioned on the cover of the cup-noodles I was having! It said “Visit us at www.rumpum.com” My cup-noodle had a website! Yay!
I was greeted with a WRROOOM WROOOM of a mo-bike! For a moment I thought those were sounds I was supposed to make after I had consumed the contents. When I recovered from the “shock-and-awe of rumpum sound” (as a friend had put it,) I realized these were sounds of an advertisement that was running on the main page, an ad titled “RUMPUM BIKING MASTI.”
Passing those moments, I glanced through the company’s “about us” and this was no joke! You have got to read it. Online purchase and all! Good good good! And there was the cup I was having!
The 2PM. This in itself was another wonder. Sites and sounds of cup-noodles! Bits and pieces of flash animations told me that there would be “Hunger….No Longer.” A “cool-dude”-like voice said “hangaa no longaa… I’ll be back in a while.” There was, again, online ordering! The price stated is cheaper than what I pay at the supermarkets! Imagine that: Cheaper cup-noodle delivered to your doorstep!
I just HAD to share this.

marking The Tsunami birthday

was a black day, it was.
all at the mercy of the forces of nature. scared and sad. mad at the wrong doers. disgusted at the misusers of the opportunity. disappointed at the inefficiency of the 'leaders.' proud of the unity of some. realising again how small we were, in every sense.
life is short, make it worthwhile.

Done Soldier of Fortune II

I've just completed Soldier of Fortune Double Helix. Its a swell game and full of action. I loved every inch, every minute of it! I couldn't play without saving multiple of times and hence, lame me, I had to play in amateur mode. The challenge ahead is to play in the Soldier of Fortune mode. On the other hand, though SOFII is a good game I might not really have another go at it.
Instead I think I'll just see why my PES4 wouldn't work with the Wolf Patch!
Play hard.

the time machine man

I just wanted the battery of a watch changed! My usual watch repairman (I went there once before) was all smiles to see me back. He was a dark round man with a smile that was too hard for him to put on ('cos of his muscular cheeks.) He was not really truly an authentic Nepali, but then again I shouldn't judge so 'cos there is so much of Indian & Chinese mix.
Anyways, he had complained earlier (3 months ago) that the battery replaced (5 months) by a repairman across the street from his shop was faulty and of "Chinese quality." This probably is why he had a hard time accepting the fact that the battery he had replaced earlier was at question! The first diagnosis from his exaggerated movements of examination through his monocle was, as he said and I quote "water." We interpreted as meaning to say that water had gotten in and had stopped the watch.
However, upon much request he checked the battery with his shop-made contraption of a tester ("testaru") and declared the battery was a bit weak but not that low! He asked us to wait (I was with a friend of mine, Tho, who declared that this guy was showing a lot of "charukeys"/gymastics.) The battery wasn't yet declared should-be-replaced". Instead, he replaced the three tiny batteries in his "testaru" and retired. This manoeuvre took over a good 10 minutes! Meanwhile, his waiter from a nearby tea-shop was there to collect the empty glass from his last tea delivery. This guy spent the best of those 10 minutes discussing something which neither of us two understood. They talked in Nepalese. We knew they were talking about the watch and that water had gone into it. The waiter guy left with the empty tea-glass and this chap re-examined the battery and decided finally to replace the battery.
He kept grumbling about how the Nepalese people still didnt accept the likes of his 'cos they were more Indian than Nepali. He comes from a town on the India-Nepal border. We nodded and answered a few questions about Maldives.
It is what came next that startled us. He made sure the watch was running and then poured in some yellow liquid from an empty whiskey bottle. Putting that aside, he took out a small gadget about the size of a case for an expensive watch. The wires of this gadget had to be put into the electric socket very meticulously to avoid a) electrocution or b) blow up the neighbourhood or c) all of the above. No, there aren't circuit-breakers or any trust in circuit-breakers if they existed. Then came the magic! He placed the watch on this magical box, and the arms of the watch went wooooosh! It rotated as if trying to catch up on the missed hours while it was dead! We stared at it in awe and nodded to each other, impressed. When the watch went round for one hour, in about ficve seconds, the guy quickly removed the wired from the electric socket and said that if there were any problems in there, that rotation of a precise one hour time travel, would have cured it! AMAZING! I quickly paid the guy, who was a bit hesitant to state a price which perhaps was a show of respect or modesty or something!
That machine / gadget that he had made the watch go an hour in five seconds! If I were wearing that watch would the world appear so slow, almost a still picture!? If I wore it for 3 months (2160 hours) would the world have run for just 3 hours??

Near-death experience

This blog had one.

Many happy returns of today.

Happy birthday, rxs.

Same religion, different calendar?

I don’t get it! Why the hell is the first of Ramadan different on different parts of the globe! (or is it Ramazan??!! Another dispute!) I just don’t get it! This year it was 4th Oct in some places like Maldives, the Saudis, North America, and today 5th Oct for Malaysia, and some others, and tomorrow for Pakistan, Nepal and some others! What the hell is wrong! Isn’t this supposed to be one “umma”?
All fingers point to the sighting of the moon! That’s what the Muslim calendar or rather the lunar calendar is based on. I had a look at the translations of the Holy Qur’an (is that how to spell it in English! Yet another dispute!) There clearly is mention of sighting of the moon, but I wonder if it strictly means sight as in with the naked eye. The holy book contains very many mathematical mysteries and I believe (many scholars too believe) the “sighting” can very well refer to scientific / mathematical sighting as well!
Apparently this is a dispute among the “dhannabeykalun,” the learned scholars of the religion! I read this, and many more stating so. They disagree on using the mathematical principle. They also disagree that sighting the moon in one area (either way; with eyes or from math) is binding on Muslims in other areas as well. What do they agree on? To disagree I guess. They haven’t found a solution. Well I know the saying “emeehakah emeehegge dheen” (each person’s religion for his own) but we are talking of the same religion here!
Absurd, isn’t it. The very calendar we Muslims follow is a disagreement! No wonder the Muslims are getting all sorts of names! Sad isn’t it. I know that in some places, like Pakistan, even the day of the Hajj can differ from the day millions of people together, in unison, in one place are performing and marking the day! By the way this differs from group to group in Pakistan itself! Now, how utterly ridiculous is that!
It is common logic and scientific fact that the moon sighting definitely differs from place to place on the globe. This is fact since the day we learnt the Earth isn’t flat (or is this in disagreement too, still!) Does this mean every latitude and longitude have their own Muslim calendars? There has to be some agreement on how to resolve this! The science is out there and the scientists who know this, the holy book is out there and the people who have mastered it, the Prophet’s way of life is there and the people who have become scholars of it. What the hell are doing? Why don’t they get together and burn some serious brain sugar and get it resolved!
I hope they at least are in agreement that the Day of Judgment is the one the same day for all! Or are they not?

internet restored. thankyou ISP

This isn’t a gay couple with a ladder fetish! They’re the technical guys from my ISP fixing the RF connection. This pole one is about 80m from my place and there is a wire coming from their tied to the balcony here! This carries my TV and the internet signals! The 70+ channels TV signal comes free with the cable internet.

I lost internet connectivity for three days. The ISP had sent some guys the first day and they replaced the TV/Internet splitter and it worked fine, until 10 minutes after they left! The next day was blank. No tech-guys! No internet (though the TV worked fine and kept me entertained with Rita-the-hurricane.) The guys showed up the third day after I made a few calls. They tried fixing the problem with a new cable-modem, tried playing with the wires and the connection to the main cable on the telegraph pole (the pic.) They had some other guys working on the server side as well, kept talking about the decibels of RF that was received here. They couldn’t figure out what the problem was! So, they left saying “we’ll be back.” (Didn’t sound even a bit like Arnold.) After a while all signals went blank! These guys must have figured out the problem was at a far away junction and unplugged something from a far away pole as I couldn’t see them anymore. Another 15 minutes and I was back on the world wide data blips. They did it, and I live.

I’ve yet again learnt that drinking water and Internet are essentials of life.

The "keyboard drowns" affair

Couple of days ago my little daughter somehow managed to pour a bit of water on this keyboard! I chuckled and quickly turned off the computer; I didn’t know if the keyboard worked or not but the mouse worked. After having split open the cover I quickly let the water drain out and used a hair dryer (not mine) on it. This, however, didn’t fix whatever had gone wrong! I couldn’t read what I was typing! Numbers appeared from nowhere! Here is a sample: “th3e q6u8ick brown fox j6ump3ed ov3e th3e lazy dogs.” That wasn’t all. The <Backspace> button became super smart and whenever I pressed it (in a text editor,) it printed the date & time! The water reprogrammed it? So it did to the <Del> key as well and a few others! When using browsers, the backspace and delete keys another totally differently personality!
My next move was to search for a good keyboard. I couldn’t go out and buy a new one as it was weekend. So, with the limited expressive power of the keyboard, I browsed through websites displaying trendy keyboards. Das Keyboard caught my eye. It was super-cool, but the only person I know who can use it without a hiccup is our “Dos.”
The next day I was all set to go get a new keyboard. Knowing that this would make the already dysfunctional keyboard useless I opened it up again, this time without the slightest fear that I may break something! I ripped it from its layers of plastics. What lay in front of me was the neatly drawn circuitry on a couple of polythene sheets. I wiped the sheets with the palm of my hand, assembled everything again and connect it up. Voila! I had done it. I didn’t require an electronics engineering certificate to fix this! Everything was (all the keys were) functioning normally again.
What’s more: I even had a left over screw (“baakee iskuru”) as per Maldivian tradition of fixing things!

end of The Da Vinci Code

Finally, I am thru! I patted on my back. Well done!


I must say, this is an exciting book and enlightening one too! Now as I walk inside this house, or anywhere for that matter, I keep looking for symbols, icons, relics, bla bla. I even, at one point, had explained to myself Buddism as descending from Roman Gods! I am baffled by the author's creativity, and how he based his creativity around and within the realities and myths! I have found a new admiration for historians. I am not qualified enough to poast a review of the book, but there were many who did, have a look the reviews.
I now regret having left the queue at the Louvre Museum, but after 3 hours of waiting and moving only slightly, I gave it up for more scenes of Paris, and I'd say the opportunity cost is even greater now.) I should have gone and seen the upside-down pyramid, the Grand Gallery , the parquet floor and Da Vinci's works! Now I want to go see the factual side of it. The places, the monuments, the symbols, the signs!
This truly has got me interested in reading. Then again, I get disinterested as easily too. Once thing is for sure, I am getting Dan Browns's other books too! Angels and Demons first. More importantly, I am going to read them as well. When the movie is out next year, I am sure to watch it!
I want to write some cryptic code within a code to end this post! . . but . . I wish.

i dont read novels but its "da vinci code"

I know a lot of ppl could get enraged and vow to kill me for this but..

I hate novels. (I love magazines and stuff though!) I just cant read 'story books.' I think I can count the number of novels I've read using my digits and without recounting one too! Thats less than 20 (got my counting right for once.) I dont regret not having read either.
Anyhow, out of sheer curiosity and a teeny bit of boredom I snatched The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown from the shelf and started reading. IT WAS MESMERISING and I couldnt take my concentration off the book until i read 58 pages (the first 9 chapters.) Now from my standards thats a 'mundo' achivement! I liked how the author kept the thrill just long enough to let it be a thrill and not a drag. I liked the amount of detail he wen into in the descriptions. Lovely narration. Dan Brown, the author, is a total stranger to me. This isnt surprising as I hardly know novels!
My first thoughts when I started readint he book were "oh golly! there must be a movie based on this book... I shoud Google for it..," but now I believe I'd be going through the entire 489 pages. I did Google and found, to my ignorant awe, that Sony started filming based on this very Novel started end of June 2005 and is scheduled to release next year! Amazing! This was on the Internet Movie Database (IMDb) the self claimed "Earth's Biggest Movie Database" (its their trademark too.) The info I found on "the movie insider" was more to my liking. Now! I cant wait to download this movie when its out. Oh better yet, see it on screen!
Meanwhile, I am faced with this alien desire to read this particular book with no altertive but to.

Happy birthday Shaza

(pic: tho)

Wishing my Princess a very happy birthday.

This (8th September 2005) is her third birthday (including the day she was born) and is 2 years old. The last 2 years this little girl has evolved so much! From just staring to imitating words and moves, from just being able to move her limbs to complicated manouvers like climbing down the stairs. Amazing! I am just sitting here, few minutes past local mid-night, looking back at what changes she has brought to the people around her. Amazing (yes, again)! So many wishes, so much to do and its a journey to enjoy.
Procreation.. The ... well that should be another post.
Happy birthday princess.
Bappa.

meet my daughter Shaza

Tho (Thoha) posted this picture on his blogspace and I couldnt help copying it to mine. The cute face was totally irresistible. This here, ladies and gentlemen, is my daughter who is going to be two years in 8 days from today. I am really impressed how Tho manages to capture cool images.

A God’s birthday & my Hindu neighbours are having a ball!

Yep! The birth of Krishna (literal meaning “black,”) a.k.a. “the dark one” who is also referred to by many other names was born some 17 centuries ago and is being celebrated here and among many Hindu believers.
What’s it to me? Well these ppl here are mostly Hindu! My neighbours most certainly are ‘cos they are having a ball of a time right now! Early morning the sounds of a local “baynparty” (brass-band) scared the silent crows feasting on the rooftops (there are plenty of them crows here I tell you.) This festival is called Krishna Janmastami and I have been warned not to buy banana today as everyone is going bananas taking banana to the gods. After all, Krishna is believed to be the eight reincarnation of the protector of Vishnu, the protector of human kind from evil! Sure, give some more banana kilos! I saw a few women (wearing red, they wear red whenever they have a reason to or even not to) with baskets (red baskets) of banana (“agu maaiyvi kaanaa, banana”! Apparently a huge mass of Krishna believers will be gathering today in this Valley for this sort of “pilgrimage.”
As far as I am concerned they can do that (yeah right! What else? I go and stop ppl from believing in what they believe! Duh! I don’t think so, not here!) But my problem is the band, the noise; they play in no particular scale, every instrument to itself, the tempo is more variable than the electric fluctuations here, the “tunes” come in sudden outburst as if they go to sleep while playing and then suddenly wake up, and moreover its bloody deafening LOUD! I passed by the place to have a closer look; there was a boy getting a haircut (or getting it shaved), and there was the crowd watching in awe and fascination, the video camera guy taping the whole ordeal and the still camera guy with the professional looking camera doing his bit of it too! All the while the red-dressed women were serving snacks (on red trays,) and of course in a corner was seated the infamous band in their decorated uniform doing their thing.
It’s a pity I don’t have my camera at this moment. If this is still going on then, I shall post some photos of this when I get the camera later today. Meanwhile, I’ll try my headphones.

the yahoo Wahoo has been deleted

Yes I've deleted that yahooWahoo post of 17th August 2005 . I didnt need to have a post at all.
I could write about laser hair care or some kinda hair removal in a more not-really-non-sense format. But first I need to grow hair.
If you find yourself scrolling down to see that post, ITS NOT THERE! I repeat, I'VE DELETED IT.

the Microsoft® Word add-in for Blogger

I just installed the Microsoft® Word add-in for Blogger and am posting now from Microsoft® Word. Blogger buzz calls it Blogger for Word (what was I thinking? They’ll call it “blogger for characterMap?”) Its free of course. I think it’s nice to use this. I for one, find it easier to just type away in MS Word, do the tiny edit bits here & there, and just press a button to get it posted than going to the blogger home, to blog dashboard and a while later to posts meanwhile all the time waiting for each page to keep loading (yeah it’s a slow connection and a lazy user at the end of it.)
The BloggerForWord can open previous posts in your MS Word and edit away too! Or save the post as draft. These are functions available from the blog edit page on the blogger site as well but it’s nice to have it here on MS Word too. All in all I give it a thumb-up!