Sunday, April 30, 2006

When will indians ever learn to mourn? It's disgusting to see women huddled, flaying their sweaty bodies around and crying their hearts out with sadness - a little for themselves and a little for others, and men standing in a corner covering their mouths with unwashed towels, carefully avoiding each others' gazes in the hope that it won't be their turn next.

P.S: Reason for angst: The awesome pteronodon picture went unnoticed.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

what is with all the comment moderation? blog looks cool now, except for all the "drishti bommai"s aka dinos ;)

anantha said...

u mean the kaaka up there on top?

Ishwar said...

anti, WTF...
vera onnum illai, poramai.. onnada blog ishtu coola illayennu poramai :P

Sundar said...

Well. Have you ever been to a real funeral and stayed back through the complete cycle?

Anonymous said...

anti,

no insulting the sivaji ganesan made famous, paatti vadai story hero/ine, etc legendary kaaka please.

suddenlee: anon == sudha

eppadi?

road_to_perdition said...

How come people so perpetually pissed off with life become such literary geniuses? i wonder... :)
first timer here, nd m glad uve decided to live beyond 40! keep writing da!
Peace out!

SN

Ishwar said...

thanks mate... but am still blowing my brains out at 40.

road_to_perdition said...

thts a shame...but m curious...why 40?