Is this Right !!!

This is Extremely Disturbing
DISCLAIMER: This is an extremely disturbing topic. What you are about to read is VERY graphic. Please understand that the first part of this blog is to build a foundation for my point at the end.

You lie on a cold floor, naked. Stripped of your dignity. Your master has you caged in a place so small you cannot stand. Your back hurts. So badly you wish to stretch, but there is no room.

Your permanent fetal position is excruciating. You scream for release, but your pleas are ignored. You beg with all your heart's power. You're tired of screaming. But you can't stop. Maybe, just maybe, he'll show you mercy and set you free.

You're starving, you're thirsty. What little food he gives you is enough to keep you alive but never satisfied.

Footsteps. He's coming. Have your screams worked? Yes! He opens the door to your prison and you struggle out. But you cannot stand. Your legs are too weak. And you realize then, as you cry for his help, that he hasn't come to release you. He has come to finish you off.

You notice a long object in his hand. It's a lead pipe. He holds it over his head with one hand and with a single powerful blow, he strikes and breaks what's left of your legs. You scream. The pain is too much. You beg to die. Death is now paradise. Heaven or Hell? You don't care. You just want to fucking die.

Again, his overwhelming strength thrusts his weapon upon you. This time your back. Both shoulder blades are shattered and you suddenly can no longer feel your legs. He's destroyed a part of your spine, it seems. And he walks away.

For twenty minutes, you experience the worst pain imaginable. You begin thinking of ways to kill yourself. Is it possible? And then the pain takes over again.

He returns. This time, he has a chain with a hook on the end. He reaches for one of your arms and grabs it so powerfully and awkwardly that it breaks in a twist. You see your forearm protruding from your elbow. He pulls you violently by this arm over rocky ground to a hanging conveyor belt.

Your capturer inserts his hook into the back of your neck, not caring whether its penetration will kill you or not. And unfortunately, it doesn't.

By the other end of the chain, he hoists you to the conveyor belt and hangs you there.

Your vision is patchy. Everything is a blur. Blood drips into your eyes. Your pain is beginning to subside. Death is near.

Suddenly, you feel a stinging on your face. You realize he's burning your face off! You smell your skin melting. And finally, you savior arrives.

You die.

This is a reality.
Technically, the above tale is a metaphor. But this very event happens thousands of times a day in India alone. I've placed you in the above story in the position of an animal being raised and slaughtered for our consumption. The incident I describe is accurate in the events that actually occur.

Is this right?
I'm not here to say whether this is right or not. I will not engage in an ethical debate on this issue. I have simply described events known to occur at slaughterhouses around the country—legally.

I can bet that 99% of you can say without hesitation, "it's horrible what they're doing to those animals." And I'm one of you. I say the EXACT same thing (oops, ethical slip). But it doesn't stop you and me from eating beef, pork, chicken, or turkey. Am I a hypocrite?

Animals are of a lesser conscious than humans are.
Animals are often thought of as non-conscious beings. They cannot reflect, they cannot know their mortality. They simply live as they are programmed to do. We're suppose to kill animals and eat them, right? For protein, etc. But are these conditions acceptable?

Is this right?

Thing that Makes Me Sick...

...Cell phones use while driving. I mean come on people...must you drive around in your cage (car) with a cell phone surgically attached to your ear? Sheez, you'd think that they could give it a break long enough to pay attention to driving that damn cage of theirs.

I've had too many close calls while I’, on drive because Mr or Mrs Dumbass thought it was more important to play catch up on the latest gossip instead of...I don't know...CONCENTRATING ON DRIVING MAYBE!!

Before you start your bitchin', YES I own a cell phone and rely on it immensely, especially at work, but not while driving and I understand that YES cell phones can be a great thing for an emergency and YES they are an easy and necessary thing especially when one has a sick parent, child or spouse but BARRING any of the afore mentioned emergencies, KEEP OFF WHILE DRIVING!!

Give me a break, most conversations are just bullshit about who is dating who, who kissed who, who just had the best sex ever (yeah right) or what crap just happened on some sorry ass soap opera or reality T.V. show...and don't even get me started on those MORONS who find it necessary to talk on the cell phone in the FREAK'N BATHROOM!!

Get a life, before you take a life...Put The Phone Down and DRIVE!!

Metrosexuals And Therapy

Is it wrong to live in a dream world? When reality is so terrible, why not zone it all out and drift away into your own universe? Think about it… If you never turn on the tv, or listen to news radio or go on news web-sites, you'd have no idea about the Iraq war. You'd have no idea about the Bombings in Faizabad, Varanasi and Lucknow, or whatever terrorist plots are being foiled. Is that so bad?

Most people don't like the truth, if it's a painful one. Nobody wants to hear how ugly they are, how poor they are, or if their husband or wife is cheating on them. Just easier to dilute yourself into thinking your life is fine. Only when you can no longer avoid what's really happening do you accept what's going on.

Then you go on Zolof or Paxil or whatever after seeing a shrink.

People need therapy for two reasons. One, to deal with the truth, or two, to keep hiding from it. The worse the world is getting, the more and more "therapists" will be in business. But what do they know? What makes their lives any better that they can help others with their troubles? Because they have a college degree? So what. All having a college degree says is that you put up with four years (or more) worth of bullshit. Doesn't mean you're intelligent. I've known people with Bachelors or Masters degrees who are dumber than stumps, or total nutcases. But people will pay a hundred bucks an hour to speak with these people about their "fucked up" childhoods. What a scam.

If you are depressed, and you think you need help dealing with it, just remember these three things.

One, the world sucks no matter what you do. People are dying every day over some bullshit so you might as well not hear about it on tv or the internet. What does it matter if millions are dying in the Middle East or in Northern Africa? Okay, it's a tragedy, but were those people putting money in your pockets? Do you even know any of them personally? How if they live 80 years or die tomorrow will that change your life? It won't. So forget about it. If some tragic shit happens here and your involved in it, you probably won't feel a thing anyway and that just means your number was up.

Two, you do not look like Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt, so accept it, but consider yourself lucky regardless. You are you – and just be happy. So you won't get to fuck that model in your English class, big deal. Odds are she's a lousy lay and would add nothing to life but drama. Alright, maybe you won't get to date the Metrosexual bartender– two inch dick having "ladies' men" who probably have more sugar in their tanks than man fuel. You're not missing anything. Likening those guys may mean you're a lesbian anyway so you might want to look into that before you go any further.

Yeah, okay, you weren't invited to the big parties at your school. Don't feel bad. Those people throwing them, or attending them, are more than likely assholes. Period Be your own man, or woman , you don't need an entourage full of ass kissing lackeys who will desert you the first sign of trouble. Get some real friends- people who will be there when the chips are down. You won't find any of them at parties.

Three, people cheat, so deal with it. Any man who is married will cheat if given half a chance and if they feel they can truly get away with it. Maybe it won't happen right away for some guys, but if you're married long enough, you will wonder what else is out there. Sometimes men cheat not because they like someone else better than their wives but because they're getting old and need to feel young again by proving to themselves they "still have it." Women will cheat too, just not as much though. Usually when they do, the marriage is over anyway and they're looking for a bigger, better, deal. Shit happens, and so does divorce. Most marriages end that way, so you might as well be like everyone else. Being married is like signing a contract. When both parties feel the contract is no longer vaid, you dissolve the agreement and go your separate ways. If you get dumped for someone else, it's okay to feel bad but remember that things happen for a reason. Sometimes getting dumped is a blessing in disguise. Actually, 90 percent of the time it is.

You remember these three things, you should have no need to see a shrink or take the paxil.

Honor Of Demented Men !!

I am still in shock over what i read and saw (didn't finish watching the video clip) yesterday on Foxnews. A mob of demented men stoning to death a 17yo kurdish girl because she fell in love with a sunni muslim boy of a different faith.

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Her parents conspired so she would go back to their town only to be met by stones of hatred, according to them it would bring back her family's honor. Sometimes i think i am also capable of violence when i see these kinds of "men". I was wishing that i had a submachine gun and shooting all of them until not a single stone is hitting that girl. I am sorry I am just really thinking out loud. Whatever honor they were seeking of getting back at the expense of a bloodied lifeless death of a girl it is not of the human kind.



Again i am sorry if i ruined your day, we have another one tomorrow unlike the girl whose life has to end needlessly.

I just felt penning few lines ... so here they go ..

in the street of
restless dreams,
people march
in endless stream,
treachery!
everyone
would scream,
but each having
a hand in the
blasphemy of things.

LAWS OF ATTRACTION !!

"Who did she kiss?" "Who likes who?" "Who did he ask for date?" " Did she sleep with him in her own home in the absence of her parents?"

The relationship gossip pervades the college drama scene. Because I'm abnormal and a sociology geek, I'm more interested in analyzing the gossip than paying attention to the content. To me, the way humans interact with each other based on their age, social affiliation, gender, etc. is fascinating. The relationship situation is the quandary that I find most perplexing, and it all boils down to attraction.

It's an extremely complex subject. "Why are we attracted to the people we are attracted to?" is a question that has no poetic answer. There are plenty of cliches that attempt to solve the problem, but they all leave gaping holes and could be easily refuted by the average middle schooler.

"Opposites attract" is a perfect example. Sure, men and women are opposites and are generally attracted to each other, but what about the principle of similarity and the generally undisputed matching hypothesis? It's been proven that we're most likely to select a partner who has similar values, ideals, interests, etc., but you didn't need a scientist to tell you that. How many computer geeks do you see taking the preppy, self-proclaimed princess to prom? Obviously, "opposites attract" has its limits, and is far too general of a statement to accurately address the issue of what attracts us.

It is my opinion that there needs to be a combination of similarity and difference in order for a relationship to be stable. Too much of the same can lead to boredom and won't push you to your limits and teach you about yourself, but possessing similar interests and values will provide healthy conversation and reduce fights. It seems to me that the most advantageous ratio is 3:1 in favor of similarity.

Until now, everything has been fairly straightforward and the perplexities have remained dormant. Simply mentioning the term "bad boy" or "naughty girl," however, unleashes a storm of controversy and dilemma. We're all aware of our infatuation with the people we shouldn't even consider as a potential partner, but I've yet to find a solid explanation of why this happens. Logically, we shouldn't be attracted to these people. We even recognize this in most cases. From an objective standpoint, it's simple: don't get involved. But this is where emotion gets in the way and clouds our judgment. Why do our emotions contradict our brains in this instance, and which should we trust?

The most constant factor seems to be how hot the other person is. There aren't too many bad boys who are scrawny and wear thick glasses and sweaters their grandmother gave them . Beauty, our view conditioned by society, appeals to our sexual instinct. Because of the great power of instinct, this makes up for a lot of shortcomings in other areas, such as intelligence and kindness.

As a society, we idolize those who look good on the cover of Fashion magazine. Consequently, physically attractive people tend to climb the social ladder with ease, skipping rungs that delay the nerds for years. We send the message that you can do whatever you want if you're hot enough, and you can pick whoever you want to sleep with. The attractive individual gets cocky and starts testing the boundaries. Add a little oregano, and, presto, you've got yourself a bona fide bad boy. All the girls go wild for this guy, despite the fact that he's a jerk. Reversing the genders provides the same effect.

My own best friend is in love (as he claims to be,though it's Infatuation)with a girl who's apathy to his feelings and is in complete contrast to his nature.He fell for her simply because she has the charms,the beauty and the aura that has made many go weak in knees including him though she has oodles of attitude that would put even Cleopatra to shame.Yet despite all the difference he still is hung over her and is obstinate enough to get over her despite knowing that she could never be his because he doesn't have those hot Greek God looks. Though he is down to earth at heart and I'm damn sure that he would be the one who would be the most faithful and honest she could have in her whole lifetime yet .....Nothing can change the reality ....LOOKS DO MATTER .He dreams of them relishing Gol Gappes at Lajpat Nagar and strolling around in streets of Shimla(So Cheezy and corny).I just hope that he gets over because I just don't want to see him heart broken when he in future sees her with other man .

" Handsome is one who handsome does" saying is obliterated in this era and is considered ostrich.

It seems to me that relationships would be a lot more successful if we took most of the emphasis off of looks and placed it on personality traits. After all, beauty fades in the end, while other traits remain. If only there was some way to channel our emotion infatuation and direct it towards the individual that logic tells us to pick.

Just my thoughts on the subject. I'm still kind of developing my stance, so I might add something later. Any ideas?

HOW TO FLIRT : LESSON ONE !!

My three year old niece is the funniest person I know. Seriously. No one in the world can make me laugh the way she does. The things that come out of her mouth sometimes shock and surprise me, but often make me double over in laughter. I remember a story her mother told me once, where she was trying to get my niece to go to sleep. Her mother laid down, feigning a yawn and said, "Oh, I'm sleepy." My niece countered, "I'm Bashful!" These are the kinds of funny things that happen with her all the time.

Granted, I may be a bit biased. I love this kid as if she were my own. She is the little ray of sunshine that brightens up my life. She is sweet and kind and caring, and wise beyond her years. To top it off, she is a laugh-riot and most fun to be around.

The other night, the family and I all went out to dinner for my dad's birthday. When we go out to dinner, my niece is usually pretty shy with the waitstaff. This could be because we tell her that "the man", usually a host or a waiter, is going to get her when she is bad. Don't judge us. She's three and it keeps her in line (usually).

This particular night, however, my niece appears to be sweet on our waiter. When he comes to take our drink order, she tells him what she wants to drink and shows him a "magic trick" that she made up, involving a cracker and her breaking it in half. When he comes back with our drinks, she thanks him and gives him googley eyes. Every time this waiter comes to our table, my little niece is trying to engage him in conversation.

We all laugh at this as well as other funny things she does. For instance, my brother (her dad), who rarely drinks, orders a beer. While she is playing with some toy or other at the table, he takes another toy and hides it. Kidding around with her, he asks her where it went. "You took it, you dirty drunk," she says, causing all of us to laugh so loud that people at other tables look at us in that "What's so fucking funny?" way.

Near the end of the meal, the waiter comes over to clear the plates. My niece, who is sitting on my lap by this point, turns to face him.

"Hey, sweetheart," he says, "How was your dinner?"

"It was a very nice dinner. Thank you," she says politely and I well up with pride at little Miss Manners sitting on my lap.

The waiter continues to pile up dishes. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says.

"I love you," says my niece.

While this is funny in and of itself, it is not the first time this has happened. A week or two ago, we had ordered pizza and she insisted on coming to the door to get it. She didn't say a word to the pizza delivery guy, but after I gave him the money and said thanks, she blurted out, "Thank you! I love you!" Perhaps she is just grateful for food or likes men in the food services industry, I don't know.

What made this particular profession of love funny was that when she said she loved him, I looked down at her, and there she was, all googley eyes again, with her finger stuck up her nose! When we all started laughing hysterically, she got embarrassed and tried to crawl under my shirt, causing yet another embarrassing situation.

I must say, however, that the waiter took her pronouncement of love for him well, even gave her a lollipop afterwards. Problem is, we're going to have to teach her a thing or two about flirting. Lesson one: Don't pick your nose while professing your love for someone.

I think it's a good lesson for all of us to learn.

Boring your date!!!

I know this sounds obvious but, some people can stay longer in an hour than others do in a month. When it comes to dates, there is really no such thing as meeting a good or bad person, the real issue is, are they charming or tedious? One quick way to be tedious is to talk too much about yourself. There are very few people who do not become more interesting when they stop talking. Besides, people find it much more impressive when they discover your good qualities without your help. A sure fire way to be interesting on a date, is to be interested.