Shoe the Bush...

President Bush's rule or rather misrule was criticized by all intellectuals around the globe. A rule marred by economic follies, egoistic wars and worse international relations. All in all people around the world (me included) hated Bush the most.

But last week was a different one in Bush's life. And I should say that after this event of Shoe-hurling, I have started admiring Bush, of course not for his administration; but for his calm composure and agility.
I always compare it with his Indian counterpart. Had it been any of the Indian leaders, he would have got hit not only with 2 shoes but 10 or even more; being hurled from different directions and all landing on the face! And for sure the press meeting would have been cancelled. Lot of noise would have been made. The party activists would have vandalized the place and in the melee many innocents would have got injured. Then our respected leader would have arranged another press conference and hurled abuses on the person who threw the shoes.
To emphasize my point just see how Kerala CM Mr.Achuthanandan commented on being shown the door by Late Maj. Sandeepan's father Mr.Unnikrishnan. The insane old comrade lost his cool at such a small incident. He went on crying foul in front of media. Moreover he made a disparaging comment that "Even a dog won't visit their house, had it not been for Major's house", so unbecoming a comment for a state CM. But then that is the state of things in India. Better be a dog than a politician like Mr.Achuthanandan.

Where the head is held down with shame!

More than half a century back, a great poet, Guru Rabindranath Tagore happened to walk on Indian soils. He had penned 'Gitanjali' in Bengali and translated it to English which fetched India its first Nobel Prize. Well no I do not intend to lecture you on history. The point is that the great poet had included a famous poem in his collection of Gitanjali. Which you can find at http://www.hudihudi.com/India/tagore1.htm.
I sometimes wonder what if Gurudev( as he was affectionately called by his pupils) was alive today. He might have wrote something like this :

"
Where the mind is brimming with fear and the head is held down with shame;

Where knowledge is mean and corrupt;

Where the world has been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls of being a Hindu, or a Muslim, or a Christian, or a Maharashtrian or a UPite or a Bihari;

Where temples are blasted, mosques are burnt, churches are ransacked;

Where abuses come out from the depth of trauma and anger;
Where tireless striving goons stretch their arms to break someone’s skull or burn down houses of poor;
Where the clear stream of reason has lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by ‘So called protectors of nation’ to ever-widening differences of class, caste, creed, language and so on so forth;
-In that fire of hell, my Father, this country is sleeping!
"

First blog

Hmmm... it is been quite sometime. Have been thinking all this while to start blogging. And now is the right time it seems. So keep looking here for some intresting reading.

The philosophy:-> Cogito ergo sum...meaning I think therefore I am. It was first quoted by a famous thinker Descartes( hope i spelled it right, no offences neant by wron spelling :))

Actually I don't buy this philosphy, I think, therefore I am. Think, that every human does. As soon as you stop thinking, you are either dead or have entred in super concious state. It is not even a state of sleep, because in sleep too, you think.

So why the name "I think, therefore I am". Just, it caught my attention. Had to contemplate on it for quite some time. Had to come to the conclusion, that this constant thinking, constant chattering mind, incessant live commentry running within is very intresting. This very moment, as you are reading this, you can hear your chatter within. Someone inside saying"hmm quite boring", "seems to be lifted from somehwere", "Ya i know it, i have read it somewhere".

The whole mission of life, being to know this commentator, to know this talkative old friend who has been following us the time from when we have started making concious decisions.

hmmm...quite heavy huh.

To end on a lighter note...from one of my favourites Mulla Naseruddin

Children saw Mulla Naseruddin coming from the vineyard with 2 basketfuls of grapes on his donkey, gathered around him and asked him to give them some.

Mulla Naseruddin picked up a bunch of grapes, cut it up into pieces and gave each child a piece.

"You have so much, but you gave us so little," the children complained.

"There is no difference whether you have a basketful or a small piece. They all taste the same," Mulla Naseruddin remarked.