Contemplations and Ruminations

So the mayhem and massacre in Egypt speaks volumes about the Muslim brotherhood and what they represent. Apparently they value neither their lives nor the lives of other innocent people, read this   and this   to know how terrifyingly volatile the situation is out there. These extremists organisations are a bane to peace and progress everywhere, they should be rooted out and... I don't know what should be done to them. Put them all in an island somewhere, from where they cannot escape, and put all our imbecile   corrupt politicians there, throw in the rapists  too... let them kill and fight each other to their hearts content. Then the normal and innocent people can have some peace and sanity.  Pictures like this, instill hope though...  (click on the image for a larger view) Talking of Egypt, just when you think you couldn't love and respect Benedict Cumberbatch any more... he does something like this.  This is so in tune with his character Sherlock, telling them

Here's a little poem I wrote to celebrate Madras week... Madras to me is... Call her by any other name and she won't really be the same A city that sleeps quite early but wakes up to morning ragas And piping hot filter coffee and lovely women in long tresses Deftly weaving kollams, that brings smiles to passing faces. The Hindu arrives and patriarchs get lost behind it, to emerge When wafts of steaming idlis' and crisp dosas' beckon Time to hit the road or risk gettin caught in the loving embrace Of the sun, that can give rise to homicidal tendencies. In this city people have an affinity for noise Horns are always blaring and autos are a hoot They bring me closer to God, figuratively, and at times Literally too, by driving like Schumacher on steroids.  You can tell the city is developing quite fast When you can't decide which mall to visit on weekends. Elegant pattu sarees and gold jewels never go out of fad And jasmine buds adorn b

I like visiting churches and chapels , the peace and calm that emanates from them provides an opportunity to contemplate life, death and everything in between. During my trips here and there , whenever I came across churches, I always stopped for a short visit. I guess this fascination with churches harks back to my childhood in a convent school ; the convent attached to my school had this beautiful chapel, and I was enamoured by it. It was so quiet and peaceful in there, it was almost like being transported to another dimension. Back then I never knew He used to listen, I used to pray because we were brought up to pray for anything and everything. So my prayers were usually about tests and to make teachers (and a couple of classmates) disappear. Used to pray for heavy rains too, for the school to declare a holiday... I can still see the gushing stream of rain water tumbling and overflowing down the steps of the main assembly ground. I remember being riveted by that sight, it was so