Judge Sarang Kotwal is an idiot. That is to say, he may likely be an idiot. Possibly. The honourable judge (Sarang Kotwal) might be just dense and ignorant, but I hold that he is, in all likelihood, an idiot. Big steaming idiot.
Cite:
The judge, Sarang Kotwal, later clarified that he knows War and Peace is a "classic" and that his comment did not refer to Tolstoy's book, according to legal journal, Bar and Bench.
[SOURCE: War and Peace lands India activist in trouble - BBC.]
"I was reading the list of all books and CDs seized, even then, didn't mean that all material was incriminating," it quoted him as saying.
Police raided and searched the homes of the arrested activists last year and submitted a list of books, documents and other belongings to the court.
The public prosecutor told the court that police had found "incriminating evidence" in Mr Gonsalves' home, including "books and CDs with objectionable titles".
"Why were you having these books and CDs at your home? You will have to explain this to the court," the judge told Mr Gonsalves.
He also pointed out a CD titled Rajya Daman Virodhi or "in protest against state oppression" saying, "The title itself suggests it has something against the state."
End cite.
"War and Peace is about a war in another country"
This bogger has an abridged translation of the Mahabharata on his bookshelves. Two abridged translations. It is about a war in another country. The Bible contains many incidents of war in other countries. Sun Tzu is about waging war. The Marine Watch Officer's Guide is, arguably and tangentially, useful in that regard. Heck, the list of objectionable literature in my library is endless. Books about European and Chinese history, the Afghans, Indochina, the Middle East .... all problematic!
I must be some kind of kommunis' or sumpin'.
Just like Mr. Vernon Gonsalves.
Who had War and Peace.
Tolstoy: incendiarist.
"The truth is that the State is a conspiracy designed not only to exploit, but above all to corrupt its citizens"
------Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy
Tolstoy influenced Mahatma Gandhi, a notorious Marxist-anarchist freethinker who sought to overthrow the divinely sanctioned British Empire and usher in an age of permanent revolution, for which he was justly excoriated by all right-thinking people. Including many in India.
Both men proved that education is dangerous.
Unlike Judge Sarang Kotwal.
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Friday, August 30, 2019
Sunday, May 13, 2018
INDIA: MORE THAN JUST DYSFUNCTIONAL
As usual I cruised into the BBC website to catch up on what's going on in the world. Which can be both irritating, and anger-inspiring. Especially as regards India, which in the past few years has proven itself a rather vile place. Yes, yes, I know that they gave us dhotis, yoga, and English late-night cuisine, than which there is nothing finer, as well as Sanskrit and devadasis, both of which truly blessings, and who can forget all those lovely photos of American politicians in front of the Taj Mahal? But it honestly seems like every headline about India involves Hindus brutally killing people, or robbery, rape, and murder.
As just one instance:
How a child rape became a religious flashpoint for India.
Do not bother reading it. You don't want to get sick.
It's just a lovely example of whatever it is that gets Indians in the news, and really, not all of them are like that. Certainly not that buff headwaiter at the local curry house, who tried to get everyone's pants off.
Here's another:
Why India's rape crisis shows no signs of abating
Quote: "The northern state of Haryana, which records the highest number of gang rapes in India, has the worst sex ratio in the country." End quote.
Should I mention "Eve teasing"? No, I guess not. It might prevent you from going to an ashram there to find yourself, all spiritual and sh&t.
By the way, don't eat a burger while doing that.
It might get you killed.
See:
The Meaning of India's 'Beef Lynchings'
Hindus killing Muslims about their diet rather forcefully illustrates that 'religion of peace' is a misnomer. If it indeed was ever said.
If, from that article in the Atlantic, you get the impression that violence is inherent in the dominant religion, and an intrinsic part of their culture, you might not be wrong.
Quote: "Lynching is an old crime here, often committed against those of so-called lower castes and marginalized tribes, in order to reinforce brutal social hierarchies." End quote.
That's called 'Hindutva in action'.
You can blame Narendra Modi and his party for encouraging it.
On the other hand, Dowry Deaths are not part of Hinduism per se, but a beloved pan-sectarian part of the cultural landscape.
Something all Indians can share.
Dinner tonight might be a grilled hamburger.
With some delicious mango achar.
I feel like beef.
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As just one instance:
How a child rape became a religious flashpoint for India.
Do not bother reading it. You don't want to get sick.
It's just a lovely example of whatever it is that gets Indians in the news, and really, not all of them are like that. Certainly not that buff headwaiter at the local curry house, who tried to get everyone's pants off.
Here's another:
Why India's rape crisis shows no signs of abating
Quote: "The northern state of Haryana, which records the highest number of gang rapes in India, has the worst sex ratio in the country." End quote.
Should I mention "Eve teasing"? No, I guess not. It might prevent you from going to an ashram there to find yourself, all spiritual and sh&t.
By the way, don't eat a burger while doing that.
It might get you killed.
See:
The Meaning of India's 'Beef Lynchings'
Hindus killing Muslims about their diet rather forcefully illustrates that 'religion of peace' is a misnomer. If it indeed was ever said.
If, from that article in the Atlantic, you get the impression that violence is inherent in the dominant religion, and an intrinsic part of their culture, you might not be wrong.
Quote: "Lynching is an old crime here, often committed against those of so-called lower castes and marginalized tribes, in order to reinforce brutal social hierarchies." End quote.
That's called 'Hindutva in action'.
You can blame Narendra Modi and his party for encouraging it.
On the other hand, Dowry Deaths are not part of Hinduism per se, but a beloved pan-sectarian part of the cultural landscape.
Something all Indians can share.
Dinner tonight might be a grilled hamburger.
With some delicious mango achar.
I feel like beef.
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Monday, March 26, 2018
PLEASE DO NOT DO THAT!
This post is for Indians. Mostly Indians, but Pakistanis, Bangladeshis, Nepalis, and SriLankans should also take note. Actually very many people should, even if they are none of the above.
A government employee has made aspersions.
Pretty much slanderous!
"We [Indians] have absolutely no problems going and putting our fingerprints and the iris and getting your whole body naked before the white man at all!"
-----Alphons Kannanthanam, Indian minister of tourism, electronics and information technology.
[SOURCE: BBC ]
Please! Do NOT get your whole body naked! I think I speak for a vast multitude of the white men when I say that we do not wish that. Irrespective of whether you look like Kamini or Maria, Rohit or Ramanji.
None of whom I have seen in over a decade.
As a general rule of thumb, do not get your whole body naked before the white man. You don't want to, unless you're an exhibitionist, which we shan't talk about, and he (the "white man" mentioned above) doesn't, generally speaking, wish you to do that either.
There is a charming scene from the movie 雪兒 (made in 1984) in which 鍾楚紅 ennudes herself before the bespectacled man, that being 梁家輝。 Like him, I too wear spectacles, and I think I speak for a vast multitude of the bespectacled men when I say ...
Actually, I am not sure what I am saying. I've strayed from my point.
But I seriously doubt that there are any Indians who resemble Cherie Chung in any way at all.
Not that that matters.
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A government employee has made aspersions.
Pretty much slanderous!
"We [Indians] have absolutely no problems going and putting our fingerprints and the iris and getting your whole body naked before the white man at all!"
-----Alphons Kannanthanam, Indian minister of tourism, electronics and information technology.
[SOURCE: BBC ]
Please! Do NOT get your whole body naked! I think I speak for a vast multitude of the white men when I say that we do not wish that. Irrespective of whether you look like Kamini or Maria, Rohit or Ramanji.
None of whom I have seen in over a decade.
As a general rule of thumb, do not get your whole body naked before the white man. You don't want to, unless you're an exhibitionist, which we shan't talk about, and he (the "white man" mentioned above) doesn't, generally speaking, wish you to do that either.
There is a charming scene from the movie 雪兒 (made in 1984) in which 鍾楚紅 ennudes herself before the bespectacled man, that being 梁家輝。 Like him, I too wear spectacles, and I think I speak for a vast multitude of the bespectacled men when I say ...
Actually, I am not sure what I am saying. I've strayed from my point.
But I seriously doubt that there are any Indians who resemble Cherie Chung in any way at all.
Not that that matters.
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Friday, December 02, 2016
PUFFED UP WITH HOT GREASY GOODNESS
There are times when I re-read something I wrote years ago and am quite delighted by what I find. Gosh, what a clever little dick I am, I think to myself, as I lick my chops in faint self-pleasedness.
Surely that's normal? Doesn't everybody do that?
Actually, no. Most people don't.
They read other people's stuff.
And if they lick themselves appreciatively, what they read was probably internet porn.
[Internet Porn: most easily available smut is now electronic. There are three main types, those being American, produced largely in seedy hotel rooms in Orange County and featuring the skankiest males and females imaginable, in hues which suggest that the coroner's office is moonlighting for drugs and extra booze money; Japanese, which employs extremely presentable people, filmed by food photographers and fetishists with keenly honed aesthetic sensibilities; and Dutch smut, often bestiality and perversions even more unimaginable, produced on location in Latin America or Dordrecht.]
Please do not picture me licking myself at this point.
Assume that I am a very clean man.
Of temperate habit.
At the time of this writing I am wearing pajamas and a bathrobe, sitting in a rickety cane chair with a computer on my lap. I am considering a second cup of strong coffee. The ashtray next to me shows that despite my apartment mate being an avid non-smoker, I have sinned.
There is a tray with about two dozen briar pipes just beyond arm's reach. There are several tins of tobacco closer than that.
Good lord, this place is a mess.
I really should get dressed and go out for lunch. I've come over all esurient.
Especially after discussing food most of the morning on Facebook. Which was accidental, but not entirely unpredictable. Specifically, Indian food. More than a decade after his passing, I still miss Jeet Singh, who was the chef at Maharani for several years. Potato chunks with ghee, toasted cumin, coriander, chilies. Lamb in a rubicund sauce. Butter chicken. Pistewala murgh.
A good man. And, incidental thereto, a great cook.
I do not miss that frightful Tamil who also worked there.
Or the woman with breasts like ripe mangoes.
Cheese dhokla, perhaps.
It's iffy.
No, I am not going to head out in search of pooris and lentil curry (small dish of aam achar on the side), or flaky kulcha and gosht masala. I seldom eat Indian food nowadays, because there is no one to eat it with, and it is laden with memory.
Things have changed, it is all different now.
I am single. Indian food must be shared.
Except undhiyu; it should be thrown out.
Along with the mithi dal.
Bhayanaka.
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Surely that's normal? Doesn't everybody do that?
Actually, no. Most people don't.
They read other people's stuff.
And if they lick themselves appreciatively, what they read was probably internet porn.
[Internet Porn: most easily available smut is now electronic. There are three main types, those being American, produced largely in seedy hotel rooms in Orange County and featuring the skankiest males and females imaginable, in hues which suggest that the coroner's office is moonlighting for drugs and extra booze money; Japanese, which employs extremely presentable people, filmed by food photographers and fetishists with keenly honed aesthetic sensibilities; and Dutch smut, often bestiality and perversions even more unimaginable, produced on location in Latin America or Dordrecht.]
Please do not picture me licking myself at this point.
Assume that I am a very clean man.
Of temperate habit.
At the time of this writing I am wearing pajamas and a bathrobe, sitting in a rickety cane chair with a computer on my lap. I am considering a second cup of strong coffee. The ashtray next to me shows that despite my apartment mate being an avid non-smoker, I have sinned.
There is a tray with about two dozen briar pipes just beyond arm's reach. There are several tins of tobacco closer than that.
Good lord, this place is a mess.
I really should get dressed and go out for lunch. I've come over all esurient.
Especially after discussing food most of the morning on Facebook. Which was accidental, but not entirely unpredictable. Specifically, Indian food. More than a decade after his passing, I still miss Jeet Singh, who was the chef at Maharani for several years. Potato chunks with ghee, toasted cumin, coriander, chilies. Lamb in a rubicund sauce. Butter chicken. Pistewala murgh.
A good man. And, incidental thereto, a great cook.
I do not miss that frightful Tamil who also worked there.
Or the woman with breasts like ripe mangoes.
Cheese dhokla, perhaps.
It's iffy.
No, I am not going to head out in search of pooris and lentil curry (small dish of aam achar on the side), or flaky kulcha and gosht masala. I seldom eat Indian food nowadays, because there is no one to eat it with, and it is laden with memory.
Things have changed, it is all different now.
I am single. Indian food must be shared.
Except undhiyu; it should be thrown out.
Along with the mithi dal.
Bhayanaka.
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Thursday, October 15, 2015
POOONJABBY!
Whenever the bookseller and I meet on the bus, we greet each other. Most friendly. "Arre bhai, kia kaise hai." "Oh, thik hai, thik hai, bahot kripalu se, aapna?" "Thik, thik, thik ... " "Bhi thik, bhai." "Jal-raha hai ... "
Per a long-standing tradition, it is in Hindustani.
Reflecting mutual appreciation for curry.
I worked in a Desi restaurant.
Several years ago.
Which is why I think that this video is AWESOME!
JUS REIGN EXPRESSES HIMSELF
INDIAN RESTAURANTS ARE SAVAGE
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avHoBGD6Uew.]
Everything in that clip is true. Everything.
I just licked my own elbow.
Bilkol sacha!
Yaar.
BTW, nearly everybody is named Ahluwalia. I don't know why this is so. Jay Ahluwalia. "Allo namaste I can be kindly speaking to mister Ahluwalia, yaar?" Which Ahluwalia please?" "Mister Jay Ahluwalia!"
"Ahhhhhhh, kaun'sa, bhai-saheb, har' kise Jay hai ... "
Well, actually, they aren't. But they've probably changed their handle to something white people can pronounce.
Like mister Jus Reign, whose real name probably is a tongue twister.
I'm guessing something like "Jay Singh", for instance.
Very mushkil, is it.
YOU! ARE A PIECE OF MEAT!
THINGS I HATE ABOUT INDIA
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LG3KlSIsrec.]
I'm like muy sympatico or sumpin' wid diz bro', 'coz I can jus' imagine the heavy conversations he been having with Canadians about India.
Talking with them is bound to be weird, they're not like us.
Things are cold and wet up there, yeh?
It's like, British.
PIZZA? IT'S CALLED THAT IN ENGLISH TOO!
SHIT WHITE GUYS SAY TO BROWN GUYS
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr4Hh34p3LM.]
Did somebody say 'Desi gangsta'?
Stop shaking my hand.
Pooonjabby!
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Per a long-standing tradition, it is in Hindustani.
Reflecting mutual appreciation for curry.
I worked in a Desi restaurant.
Several years ago.
Which is why I think that this video is AWESOME!
JUS REIGN EXPRESSES HIMSELF
INDIAN RESTAURANTS ARE SAVAGE
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=avHoBGD6Uew.]
Everything in that clip is true. Everything.
I just licked my own elbow.
Bilkol sacha!
Yaar.
BTW, nearly everybody is named Ahluwalia. I don't know why this is so. Jay Ahluwalia. "Allo namaste I can be kindly speaking to mister Ahluwalia, yaar?" Which Ahluwalia please?" "Mister Jay Ahluwalia!"
"Ahhhhhhh, kaun'sa, bhai-saheb, har' kise Jay hai ... "
Well, actually, they aren't. But they've probably changed their handle to something white people can pronounce.
Like mister Jus Reign, whose real name probably is a tongue twister.
I'm guessing something like "Jay Singh", for instance.
Very mushkil, is it.
YOU! ARE A PIECE OF MEAT!
THINGS I HATE ABOUT INDIA
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LG3KlSIsrec.]
I'm like muy sympatico or sumpin' wid diz bro', 'coz I can jus' imagine the heavy conversations he been having with Canadians about India.
Talking with them is bound to be weird, they're not like us.
Things are cold and wet up there, yeh?
It's like, British.
PIZZA? IT'S CALLED THAT IN ENGLISH TOO!
SHIT WHITE GUYS SAY TO BROWN GUYS
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hr4Hh34p3LM.]
Did somebody say 'Desi gangsta'?
Stop shaking my hand.
Pooonjabby!
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Tuesday, September 15, 2015
INDIRA'S NECKLACE
The more I know about India, the more I'm convinced I should never visit. It's rather like our own Deep South except with more interesting food; the same corrupt politicians, corrupt policemen, and brutal capitalists.
Yes, under normal circumstances, probably perfectly safe.
Unless you're a woman, of course.
Or have a "mouth".
My mouth has, on occasion, gotten me into trouble. I'm older and wiser now, and have over the years learned to be far more diplomatic.
But sometimes stuff comes out that, though I stand by it, would probably have been better not said.
Earlier this morning I started rereading material on the internet about Sajjan Kumar and Jagdish Tytler, and their personal involvement in the anti-Sikh riots of 1984. You might recall that two soldiers shot Indira Gandhi full of holes in October of that year for ordering the destruction of the central shrine of the Sikhs earlier that year?
[Actually, the entire Gandhi family should have been shot, given their corruption, opportunism, and overweening arrogance, during their entire history as operators and brutalists since Nehru, but no matter. Only the Italian is still alive from that generation.]
Good Hindus of all castes, including Christian, responded by going on a week-long rampage, killing between three and twenty thousand people, targeting their victims either by appearance, or by consulting voter lists provided by the Congress party for that express purpose.
The facts of these matters are too nauseating to detail here, but what is truly staggering is that three decades after the brutal killing of several thousand Sikhs by Congress Party mobs, very few people have been punished, and no significant Congress bigwigs have done any time at all. They always manage to get charges dropped, evidence covered up, cases thrown out, and witnesses silenced.
"WHEN A BIG TREE FALLS, THE EARTH SHAKES"
Sajjan Kumar and Jagdish Tytler both found that their careers were fast-tracked after organizing the mobs and encouraging the mayhem. They are just two examples; many other Congress politicians furthered their prospects by complicity, as did members of the Delhi police.
None have ever been punished.
One salient fact which is fascinating, is that 'necklacing' appears from all accounts to have been invented by stalwart Congress-party Indians.
The practice, which later gained fame as an African National Congress political tactic, consists of filling a tire with gasoline and placing it around the neck of the victim.
Often while an audience of approving activists looks on.
India in 1984. Africa in 1985.
[And Haiti by 1986.]
It's a toss-up whether Sajjan Kumar or Jagdish Tytler was the first man to suggest it. Maybe a more lowly Congress supporter was "inspired".
They certainly provided the fuel, however.
Plus detailed lists of targets.
Oh by the way: they're still very important people in Delhi, welcomed by the finest establishments, and invited to society events.
Their presence lightens up the gathering.
Very popular gentlemen.
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Yes, under normal circumstances, probably perfectly safe.
Unless you're a woman, of course.
Or have a "mouth".
My mouth has, on occasion, gotten me into trouble. I'm older and wiser now, and have over the years learned to be far more diplomatic.
But sometimes stuff comes out that, though I stand by it, would probably have been better not said.
Earlier this morning I started rereading material on the internet about Sajjan Kumar and Jagdish Tytler, and their personal involvement in the anti-Sikh riots of 1984. You might recall that two soldiers shot Indira Gandhi full of holes in October of that year for ordering the destruction of the central shrine of the Sikhs earlier that year?
[Actually, the entire Gandhi family should have been shot, given their corruption, opportunism, and overweening arrogance, during their entire history as operators and brutalists since Nehru, but no matter. Only the Italian is still alive from that generation.]
Good Hindus of all castes, including Christian, responded by going on a week-long rampage, killing between three and twenty thousand people, targeting their victims either by appearance, or by consulting voter lists provided by the Congress party for that express purpose.
The facts of these matters are too nauseating to detail here, but what is truly staggering is that three decades after the brutal killing of several thousand Sikhs by Congress Party mobs, very few people have been punished, and no significant Congress bigwigs have done any time at all. They always manage to get charges dropped, evidence covered up, cases thrown out, and witnesses silenced.
"WHEN A BIG TREE FALLS, THE EARTH SHAKES"
Sajjan Kumar and Jagdish Tytler both found that their careers were fast-tracked after organizing the mobs and encouraging the mayhem. They are just two examples; many other Congress politicians furthered their prospects by complicity, as did members of the Delhi police.
None have ever been punished.
One salient fact which is fascinating, is that 'necklacing' appears from all accounts to have been invented by stalwart Congress-party Indians.
The practice, which later gained fame as an African National Congress political tactic, consists of filling a tire with gasoline and placing it around the neck of the victim.
Often while an audience of approving activists looks on.
India in 1984. Africa in 1985.
[And Haiti by 1986.]
It's a toss-up whether Sajjan Kumar or Jagdish Tytler was the first man to suggest it. Maybe a more lowly Congress supporter was "inspired".
They certainly provided the fuel, however.
Plus detailed lists of targets.
Oh by the way: they're still very important people in Delhi, welcomed by the finest establishments, and invited to society events.
Their presence lightens up the gathering.
Very popular gentlemen.
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Wednesday, July 08, 2015
LIKE A HOLE IN THE HEAD
At the risk of offending some of my more civilized readers, OR the vast apathetic herds of internetists, this blogger will admit to finding some violence not only justifiable but entirely commendable.
Such as Sikhs going full wombat against oppression.
Or simple taking out a total scumbag.
Things take off at 2:05.
WHACK THE ZAMINDAR!
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCBhB1ZNgm8.]
Okay, everything after the smirking gentleman gets shot may be a little disturbing to sensitive souls. But consider that in a traditional (feudalistic) agrarian economy, venal money lenders frequently also are the local grain merchants, and often become the biggest landlords. Who then ruthlessly use their wealth and power to get the Hindu authorities and powerful political operators in the Congress Party to collaborate with them in grand schemes to rob and disenfranchise the less well-connected.
Often with able assistance by members of the police.
[There's something extremely Dixie about that.]
I've worked with Sikhs. They are very tolerant people, who usually will put up with huge amounts of offense and effrontery rather than become violent. Because of that, Hindus and Muslims may assume that they are stupid and can be taken advantage of.
But at some point they take back control of the discourse.
I'm not sure that the folks in Delhi grasp this.
Achha, sab Delhi me ...-... hai.
POST SCRIPTUM
In the past I've also worked with Gujus and Uttar Pradeshis. In direct consequence I am far less accepting of Hindus than I should be.
The Sikhs I rather admire and like.
Banias, not so much.
Maaf, eh.
Nope, not going to mention 1984.
That's not my brief.
Dammit, charpai puri tabaha-hai!
Sare khuni de ...
Ch ... !
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Such as Sikhs going full wombat against oppression.
Or simple taking out a total scumbag.
Things take off at 2:05.
WHACK THE ZAMINDAR!
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCBhB1ZNgm8.]
Okay, everything after the smirking gentleman gets shot may be a little disturbing to sensitive souls. But consider that in a traditional (feudalistic) agrarian economy, venal money lenders frequently also are the local grain merchants, and often become the biggest landlords. Who then ruthlessly use their wealth and power to get the Hindu authorities and powerful political operators in the Congress Party to collaborate with them in grand schemes to rob and disenfranchise the less well-connected.
Often with able assistance by members of the police.
[There's something extremely Dixie about that.]
I've worked with Sikhs. They are very tolerant people, who usually will put up with huge amounts of offense and effrontery rather than become violent. Because of that, Hindus and Muslims may assume that they are stupid and can be taken advantage of.
But at some point they take back control of the discourse.
I'm not sure that the folks in Delhi grasp this.
Achha, sab Delhi me ...-... hai.
POST SCRIPTUM
In the past I've also worked with Gujus and Uttar Pradeshis. In direct consequence I am far less accepting of Hindus than I should be.
The Sikhs I rather admire and like.
Banias, not so much.
Maaf, eh.
Nope, not going to mention 1984.
That's not my brief.
Dammit, charpai puri tabaha-hai!
Sare khuni de ...
Ch ... !
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Sunday, June 21, 2015
THAT ROBUST SIKH ATTITUDE
One of the songs I discovered on you-tube only a short while ago keeps going through my head. It's an in-yo-face hymn in Panjabi by a darkly handsome stranger I had heretofore neither heard sing, nor heard of.
Diljit Singh Dosanjh is a relative youngster, being as of this writing barely thirty-one years old. He's a movie maker, actor, singer, television presenter, and philanthropist.
And a proud Sikh.
The video below is just buckets full of Panjabi balls.
GOBIND DE LAL
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrzjYX1yJOs.]
The guys dressed in blue in the video are Nihangs. NOBODY messes with a Nihang. They are still the shock troops of the tribe.
Nihangs have no fear, and will willingly die for their faith and their people. No, they aren't coming soon to a church near you, because Sikhism is not a belligerently proselytizing religion, unlike Fundamentalist Christianity (Gatsamme!) and whatever that repulsive Gnostic and Manichean heathendom is that dominates in Texas. It's a philosophical religion adhered to by stubborn people in Northwest India.
They aren't patsies or pushovers, by any means.
Resolve is part of their psyche.
ਚੁ ਕਾਰ ਅਜ਼ ਹਮਹ ਹੀਲਤੇ ਦਰ ਗੁਜ਼ਸ਼ਤ
ਹਲਾਲ ਅਸਤ ਬੁਰਦਨ ਬ ਸ਼ਮਸ਼ੀਰ ਦਸਤ
'Chu kar az hameh hilate dar guzasht,
Halal ast burdan ba shamshir dast.'
["When all other options for solving a conflict have been exhausted, it is right to clench the sword."]
That verse is NOT in Panjabi, but in Persian, for the benefit of the Mughal emperor. Sikhism was a persecuted religion that survived generations of oppression by one of the super powers of the age.
The Sikhs are still there.
The Mughals? Not so much.
A lot credit goes to the sheer insane balsiness of the Nihang orders for that survival.
Bole so nihal; whoever says it, shall be happy.
LYRICS:
Laggi sube di kacheri,
Chaare paase khade vairi;
Chote-chote bacheyan-ne par himmat na haari,
Chote-chote bacheyan-ne par himmat na haari.
Bole so nihal bol ke,
Nihan vich khad jange.
Gobind de lal subeya,
Samjhin na darr jaange,
Gobind de lal subeya!
Dada Guru Tegh Bahadur,
Kehnde jihnu Hind di chaadar;
Delhi jaa sees vaarea,
Pandita da dekh niradar.
Satgur jo paaye purne,
Ohiyo ajj parh jange.
Gobind de lal subeya,
Samjhin na darr jaange,
Gobind de lal subeya!
Dhan satgur kalgiya wala,
Khalsa panth sajaaya;
Chidiyan to baaj taraaye,
Gidharan nu sher banaya.
Putt ose peyo de soch,
Piche pab dhar jaange.
Gobind de lal subeya,
Samjhin na darr jaange,
Gobind de lal subeya!
Oh dhan Mata Gujri,
Pote apni jihne hathi ture;
Maut nu karan salama,
Ek duje to ho muhre.
Jaggi naa maa dadi da,
Roshan jagg kar jange.
Gobind de lal subeya,
Samjhin na darr jaange,
Gobind de lal subeya!
Rather than translating (which I would not do well), let me point the reader towards several key internet look-up criteria: Guru Gobind, whose sons Zorawar Singh and Fateh Singh were murdered by the Muslims for not renouncing their faith and converting to Islam; Guru Tegh Bahadur, who was also martyred by the Muslims.
Also look up the Japji, which is one of the foundations of their faith, composed by Guru Nanak.
Go and learn.
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Diljit Singh Dosanjh is a relative youngster, being as of this writing barely thirty-one years old. He's a movie maker, actor, singer, television presenter, and philanthropist.
And a proud Sikh.
The video below is just buckets full of Panjabi balls.
GOBIND DE LAL
[SOURCE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrzjYX1yJOs.]
The guys dressed in blue in the video are Nihangs. NOBODY messes with a Nihang. They are still the shock troops of the tribe.
Nihangs have no fear, and will willingly die for their faith and their people. No, they aren't coming soon to a church near you, because Sikhism is not a belligerently proselytizing religion, unlike Fundamentalist Christianity (Gatsamme!) and whatever that repulsive Gnostic and Manichean heathendom is that dominates in Texas. It's a philosophical religion adhered to by stubborn people in Northwest India.
They aren't patsies or pushovers, by any means.
Resolve is part of their psyche.
ਚੁ ਕਾਰ ਅਜ਼ ਹਮਹ ਹੀਲਤੇ ਦਰ ਗੁਜ਼ਸ਼ਤ
ਹਲਾਲ ਅਸਤ ਬੁਰਦਨ ਬ ਸ਼ਮਸ਼ੀਰ ਦਸਤ
'Chu kar az hameh hilate dar guzasht,
Halal ast burdan ba shamshir dast.'
["When all other options for solving a conflict have been exhausted, it is right to clench the sword."]
That verse is NOT in Panjabi, but in Persian, for the benefit of the Mughal emperor. Sikhism was a persecuted religion that survived generations of oppression by one of the super powers of the age.
The Sikhs are still there.
The Mughals? Not so much.
A lot credit goes to the sheer insane balsiness of the Nihang orders for that survival.
Bole so nihal; whoever says it, shall be happy.
LYRICS:
Laggi sube di kacheri,
Chaare paase khade vairi;
Chote-chote bacheyan-ne par himmat na haari,
Chote-chote bacheyan-ne par himmat na haari.
Bole so nihal bol ke,
Nihan vich khad jange.
Gobind de lal subeya,
Samjhin na darr jaange,
Gobind de lal subeya!
Dada Guru Tegh Bahadur,
Kehnde jihnu Hind di chaadar;
Delhi jaa sees vaarea,
Pandita da dekh niradar.
Satgur jo paaye purne,
Ohiyo ajj parh jange.
Gobind de lal subeya,
Samjhin na darr jaange,
Gobind de lal subeya!
Dhan satgur kalgiya wala,
Khalsa panth sajaaya;
Chidiyan to baaj taraaye,
Gidharan nu sher banaya.
Putt ose peyo de soch,
Piche pab dhar jaange.
Gobind de lal subeya,
Samjhin na darr jaange,
Gobind de lal subeya!
Oh dhan Mata Gujri,
Pote apni jihne hathi ture;
Maut nu karan salama,
Ek duje to ho muhre.
Jaggi naa maa dadi da,
Roshan jagg kar jange.
Gobind de lal subeya,
Samjhin na darr jaange,
Gobind de lal subeya!
Rather than translating (which I would not do well), let me point the reader towards several key internet look-up criteria: Guru Gobind, whose sons Zorawar Singh and Fateh Singh were murdered by the Muslims for not renouncing their faith and converting to Islam; Guru Tegh Bahadur, who was also martyred by the Muslims.
Also look up the Japji, which is one of the foundations of their faith, composed by Guru Nanak.
Go and learn.
Enjoy.
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Thursday, March 05, 2015
MILK TEA
For the benefit of random searchers questing for tea, a brief discussion of 'chai' versus 'Hong Kong milk tea'. There are important distinctions, and if you purchase a beverage from a chain in the United States, you should know that what you are getting is crap.
Trust me. Total crap.
It ain't chai.
INDIA: THE CHAI WALLAH
Chai is also called masala chai, meaning spice tea. It is made by adding green cardamom and fennel seeds to a pot of water, heating it to a boil, then dumping loose leaf black tea into it. Reboil a few times, add milk, simmer briefly or reboil once, then strain it and add very little sugar to taste. Yes, it is supposed to be milky, but no, it is NOT a sweet hot dairy beverage. It is tea; it should taste like tea.
Everything else is an afterthought.
Good judgement is inherent.
I do not know how Starbucks and Oregon make chai.
They probably milk rabid weasels.
Damned hippies.
Weasels!
Some people also add ginger, and Kathiawadis as well as some other Gujarati types throw in black pepper. It's probably good with a dish of undhiu, but no civilized person will ever find out.
Or papad, of you are Sindhi.
Cinnamon and nutmeg are NOT part of the programme.
See previous remarks about Starbucks and Oregon.
Damned hippies.
FRAGRANT HARBOUR: THE WAKE-ME-UPPER
Hong Kong milk tea starts with a blend of black tea leaves and either lychee black or pu-erh, or both. Put it into a long cloth strainer and suspend it in a tall tin pot on the burner. Simmer a while, then lower heat to keep it perky throughout the day. To serve, liberally dollop some sweetened condensed milk into the bottom of a cup or tall glass, then pour the steaming dark tea over it and stir.
It should be hot, bitter, and sweet.
Which is very refreshing.
RELEVANT TERMS
Naai cha (奶茶): milk tea. Gong sik naai cha (港式奶茶): Harbour style milk tea; harbour refers to Hong Kong. Si mat naai cha (絲襪奶茶): silk-stocking milk tea; called thus because the long cloth strainer bag usually ends up looking bedraggled and droopy, like your grandma's well-worn garments from the days when she stilled danced with sailors at that place in Yau Tsim Mong. She's had a shocking life, believe it or not. It was just after the war.
Si mat (絲襪): panty hose.
Lin naai (煉奶): condensed milk.
Tam naai (淡奶): indifferent milk, meaning the evaporated milk sometimes used in lieu of sweetened condensed milk. Seung hei pai (雙喜牌): double happiness brand; a popular condensed milk from Malaysia. Sau sing gung lin naai (壽星公煉奶): god of longevity condensed milk, formerly made by a Dutch company in South Vietnam (local name: "Sữa Ông Thọ"), since then manufactured in North America for the Asian overseas community.
Cha chanteng (茶餐廳): tea restaurant; the type of canteen or cheap food place serving spaghetti and spam where milk-tea was invented. Yuen yeung (鴛鴦): mandarin ducks, that being the term for coffee and milk-tea mixed, a favourite beverage of students.
Tung naai cha (凍奶茶): milk tea over ice.
Bo baa naai cha(波霸奶茶): horrid Taiwanese crap with tapioca globs. Jan jyu naai cha (珍珠奶茶): another name for horrid Taiwanese crap.
Related: Royal Milk Tea
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Trust me. Total crap.
It ain't chai.
INDIA: THE CHAI WALLAH
Chai is also called masala chai, meaning spice tea. It is made by adding green cardamom and fennel seeds to a pot of water, heating it to a boil, then dumping loose leaf black tea into it. Reboil a few times, add milk, simmer briefly or reboil once, then strain it and add very little sugar to taste. Yes, it is supposed to be milky, but no, it is NOT a sweet hot dairy beverage. It is tea; it should taste like tea.
Everything else is an afterthought.
Good judgement is inherent.
I do not know how Starbucks and Oregon make chai.
They probably milk rabid weasels.
Damned hippies.
Weasels!
Some people also add ginger, and Kathiawadis as well as some other Gujarati types throw in black pepper. It's probably good with a dish of undhiu, but no civilized person will ever find out.
Or papad, of you are Sindhi.
Cinnamon and nutmeg are NOT part of the programme.
See previous remarks about Starbucks and Oregon.
Damned hippies.
FRAGRANT HARBOUR: THE WAKE-ME-UPPER
Hong Kong milk tea starts with a blend of black tea leaves and either lychee black or pu-erh, or both. Put it into a long cloth strainer and suspend it in a tall tin pot on the burner. Simmer a while, then lower heat to keep it perky throughout the day. To serve, liberally dollop some sweetened condensed milk into the bottom of a cup or tall glass, then pour the steaming dark tea over it and stir.
It should be hot, bitter, and sweet.
Which is very refreshing.
RELEVANT TERMS
Naai cha (奶茶): milk tea. Gong sik naai cha (港式奶茶): Harbour style milk tea; harbour refers to Hong Kong. Si mat naai cha (絲襪奶茶): silk-stocking milk tea; called thus because the long cloth strainer bag usually ends up looking bedraggled and droopy, like your grandma's well-worn garments from the days when she stilled danced with sailors at that place in Yau Tsim Mong. She's had a shocking life, believe it or not. It was just after the war.
Si mat (絲襪): panty hose.
Lin naai (煉奶): condensed milk.
Tam naai (淡奶): indifferent milk, meaning the evaporated milk sometimes used in lieu of sweetened condensed milk. Seung hei pai (雙喜牌): double happiness brand; a popular condensed milk from Malaysia. Sau sing gung lin naai (壽星公煉奶): god of longevity condensed milk, formerly made by a Dutch company in South Vietnam (local name: "Sữa Ông Thọ"), since then manufactured in North America for the Asian overseas community.
Cha chanteng (茶餐廳): tea restaurant; the type of canteen or cheap food place serving spaghetti and spam where milk-tea was invented. Yuen yeung (鴛鴦): mandarin ducks, that being the term for coffee and milk-tea mixed, a favourite beverage of students.
Tung naai cha (凍奶茶): milk tea over ice.
Bo baa naai cha(波霸奶茶): horrid Taiwanese crap with tapioca globs. Jan jyu naai cha (珍珠奶茶): another name for horrid Taiwanese crap.
Related: Royal Milk Tea
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Thursday, June 26, 2014
SUITABLE MERCHANDISE FOR A DELHWI BRAHMIN
Two great things I found out from cruising into Facebook this evening. Neither is a datum that I can live without; it is a cause for celebration to have discovered both.
Number 1.:
There is a commercial product called 'boneless pig rectum'. It is sold in large boxes. Presumably it is edible. I stopped reading after that.
I shall have to ask the waitstaff if the b.p.r. is organic and hormone free.
Truly, I do not mind that the haunch, chops, liver, or hamsteaks are not organically reared and hormone free, but if I'm going to eat a nice big steaming plate of b.p.r., I feel I must insist that it be healthy.
Number 2.:
Some internet Brahmin (from Delhi) is posting videos of Irakis being shot in the head by ISIS, and blaming our president for that, stating that ISIS are Obama's friends. Which is not only a spurious, insulting, and completely reprehensible accusation, but it really gets my goat that people like that have the gall to make such assertions.
Surely there are plenty of desi politicians that ooloo could attack?
Assuredly there is no lack of scum in Delhi.
I wouldn't be surprised if the Delhi-ite is a wholesaler of boneless pig rectums. The more I think about it, the more I think it must be so.
HYPOTHETICAL FOOD CONVERSATION
Kindly imagine the following at some fine and pretentious food service establishment, at an unspecified time, somewhere in this wonderful city where everything is possible.
"Ohe bhai, mai boneless suara-guda ka korma chahiye, aur ek bara gilas thanda am-pani."
['Oh my brother, I should like some tasty boneless pig rectum korma, and a large glass of mango juice, please.']
"Pichale suara-guda bechaha-hai, ji, bilkul nahi hai. Kewala brahmana bhojana hai."
['We have no more pig rectum, sir, only Brahmin food.']
"Shitiya-Ram! Yaha mai nahi chahata hai! Voh bhayanakare Pakistani restoran-me jana hi hoga!"
['Oh shit! That isn't what I want at all! I shall have to go to the miserable Pakistani restaurant!']
Politely masking my bitter disappointment, I depart, and head towards Suleiman's horrid dabba in the Tenderloin. Life would be SO perfect if those damned northern Brahmins didn't run out of pig-rectum all the time!
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Number 1.:
There is a commercial product called 'boneless pig rectum'. It is sold in large boxes. Presumably it is edible. I stopped reading after that.
I shall have to ask the waitstaff if the b.p.r. is organic and hormone free.
Truly, I do not mind that the haunch, chops, liver, or hamsteaks are not organically reared and hormone free, but if I'm going to eat a nice big steaming plate of b.p.r., I feel I must insist that it be healthy.
Number 2.:
Some internet Brahmin (from Delhi) is posting videos of Irakis being shot in the head by ISIS, and blaming our president for that, stating that ISIS are Obama's friends. Which is not only a spurious, insulting, and completely reprehensible accusation, but it really gets my goat that people like that have the gall to make such assertions.
Surely there are plenty of desi politicians that ooloo could attack?
Assuredly there is no lack of scum in Delhi.
I wouldn't be surprised if the Delhi-ite is a wholesaler of boneless pig rectums. The more I think about it, the more I think it must be so.
HYPOTHETICAL FOOD CONVERSATION
Kindly imagine the following at some fine and pretentious food service establishment, at an unspecified time, somewhere in this wonderful city where everything is possible.
"Ohe bhai, mai boneless suara-guda ka korma chahiye, aur ek bara gilas thanda am-pani."
['Oh my brother, I should like some tasty boneless pig rectum korma, and a large glass of mango juice, please.']
"Pichale suara-guda bechaha-hai, ji, bilkul nahi hai. Kewala brahmana bhojana hai."
['We have no more pig rectum, sir, only Brahmin food.']
"Shitiya-Ram! Yaha mai nahi chahata hai! Voh bhayanakare Pakistani restoran-me jana hi hoga!"
['Oh shit! That isn't what I want at all! I shall have to go to the miserable Pakistani restaurant!']
Politely masking my bitter disappointment, I depart, and head towards Suleiman's horrid dabba in the Tenderloin. Life would be SO perfect if those damned northern Brahmins didn't run out of pig-rectum all the time!
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Tuesday, January 14, 2014
INDIA: THE BRASTACHARI REPUBLIC
In June it will be thirty years since Indira Gandhi ordered the massacre in the Golden Temple in Amritsar, at the end of October the anniversary of her assassination will be observed, and the tens of thousands murdered by Hindu mobs led by Congress Party goondas will be remembered. What has the Indian government done since then to bring about justice?
Well, the answer to that is simple: nothing.
They've created commissions.
Formed august bodies.
And covered-up.
Admitting the role of prominent politicians and the upper echelons of the Delhi police in the mass murder that took place over five days in November 1984 would upset the apple-cart.
Can't do that. It would shake the foundations.
Political leaders who distributed kerosene so that Sikhs might be burned alive have thrived, and charges against them have been dismissed.
The Delhi police -- usually singularly useless -- proved themselves adept at standing by during events, denying all responsibility since, and destroying evidence in the years afterwards.
In the years since then, the Congress Party has solidified its position as the home away from home for murderously corrupt officials, and the other political movements have appealed to the Hindu Nationalists and entrenched interests, when not sanctioning "enforcement" against non-cooperative businessmen, or organizing sectarian conflict.
In point of fact, the majority of officials in India are beneficiaries of corruption on a monumental scale, and consequently have no interest in law and order, or even justice, beyond what is necessary to keep the lower classes at bay and incendiarists from burning down the edifice of state.
Rectitude would destroy the government.
And impoverish the rulers.
When India boasts that it is the world's largest democracy, it would be well to remind them that they are also the world's largest corruptocracy.
There is very little that can be said that puts the Indian state in a good light. Perhaps the only thing that makes them look good is that Pakistan is a far greater failure as a nation.
Afterword: yes, I realize that January 26 or August 15 would both be better publishing days for this little essay. But feel free to reread it then; it will be just as accurate, and ever apposite.
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Well, the answer to that is simple: nothing.
They've created commissions.
Formed august bodies.
And covered-up.
Admitting the role of prominent politicians and the upper echelons of the Delhi police in the mass murder that took place over five days in November 1984 would upset the apple-cart.
Can't do that. It would shake the foundations.
Political leaders who distributed kerosene so that Sikhs might be burned alive have thrived, and charges against them have been dismissed.
The Delhi police -- usually singularly useless -- proved themselves adept at standing by during events, denying all responsibility since, and destroying evidence in the years afterwards.
In the years since then, the Congress Party has solidified its position as the home away from home for murderously corrupt officials, and the other political movements have appealed to the Hindu Nationalists and entrenched interests, when not sanctioning "enforcement" against non-cooperative businessmen, or organizing sectarian conflict.
In point of fact, the majority of officials in India are beneficiaries of corruption on a monumental scale, and consequently have no interest in law and order, or even justice, beyond what is necessary to keep the lower classes at bay and incendiarists from burning down the edifice of state.
Rectitude would destroy the government.
And impoverish the rulers.
When India boasts that it is the world's largest democracy, it would be well to remind them that they are also the world's largest corruptocracy.
There is very little that can be said that puts the Indian state in a good light. Perhaps the only thing that makes them look good is that Pakistan is a far greater failure as a nation.
Afterword: yes, I realize that January 26 or August 15 would both be better publishing days for this little essay. But feel free to reread it then; it will be just as accurate, and ever apposite.
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Thursday, December 19, 2013
DEVYANI KHOBRAGADE -- COURTESIES WELL BEYOND WHAT OTHER DEFENDANTS ARE ACCORDED
I am outraged that a law-breaking foreign-national was treated much better than an American citizen, ESPECIALLY when the matter involved virtual slave labour (paying far LESS than minimum wage to a domestic whose employment and residence could be terminated at will, and who was thus in a position of extreme vulnerability to undue pressure) as well as probable false accusation (made by the defendant against the domestic), and severe abuse of diplomatic privileges.
Given the facts of the case, as they are presently known, deputy consul general ms. Khobragade AND her superiors had plenty of time to rectify matters, both vis-à-vis the gross exploitation of an employee AND the illegality of their actions. They were made aware of the legal issue in September. Ms. Khobragada wasn't arrested until mid-December.
Since then, a coterie of blow-hard politicians in India have spewed any amount of ignorant and bigoted venom, displaying both their vile characters and their complete contempt for other countries and cultures. This is to be expected from the entitled classes in their society; a high level of brutality and self-justification is rampant among the hereditarily empowered and their acolytes and compradores.
Consequently, I would wish for the following individuals to study the document below with great assiduity:
Devyani Khobragade, Uttam Khobragade, Sushil Kumar Shinde, Rahul Gandhi, Narendra Modi, Meira Kumar, Shiv Shankar Menon, Kamal Nath, Salman Khurshid, Yashwant Sinha, et alii qui sunt comtemptibiles.
Statement Of Manhattan U.S. Attorney Preet Bharara
On U.S. v. Devyani Khobragade
On U.S. v. Devyani Khobragade
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
There has been much misinformation and factual inaccuracy in the reporting on the charges against Devyani Khobragade. It is important to correct these inaccuracies because they are misleading people and creating an inflammatory atmosphere on an unfounded basis. Although I am quite limited in my role as a prosecutor in what I can say, which in many ways constrains my ability here to explain the case to the extent I would like, I can nevertheless make sure the public record is clearer than it has been thus far.
First, Ms. Khobragade was charged based on conduct, as is alleged in the Complaint, that shows she clearly tried to evade U.S. law designed to protect from exploitation the domestic employees of diplomats and consular officers. Not only did she try to evade the law, but as further alleged, she caused the victim and her spouse to attest to false documents and be a part of her scheme to lie to U.S. government officials. So it is alleged not merely that she sought to evade the law, but that she affirmatively created false documents and went ahead with lying to the U.S. government about what she was doing. One wonders whether any government would not take action regarding false documents being submitted to it in order to bring immigrants into the country. One wonders even more pointedly whether any government would not take action regarding that alleged conduct where the purpose of the scheme was to unfairly treat a domestic worker in ways that violate the law. And one wonders why there is so much outrage about the alleged treatment of the Indian national accused of perpetrating these acts, but precious little outrage about the alleged treatment of the Indian victim and her spouse?
Second, as the alleged conduct of Ms. Khobragade makes clear, there can be no plausible claim that this case was somehow unexpected or an injustice. Indeed, the law is clearly set forth on the State Department website. Further, there have been other public cases in the United States involving other countries, and some involving India, where the mistreatment of domestic workers by diplomats or consular officers was charged criminally, and there have been civil suits as well. In fact, the Indian government itself has been aware of this legal issue, and that its diplomats and consular officers were at risk of violating the law. The question then may be asked: Is it for U.S. prosecutors to look the other way, ignore the law and the civil rights of victims (again, here an Indian national), or is it the responsibility of the diplomats and consular officers and their government to make sure the law is observed?
Third, Ms. Khobragade, the Deputy General Consul for Political, Economic, Commercial and Women’s Affairs, is alleged to have treated this victim illegally in numerous ways by paying her far below minimum wage, despite her child care responsibilities and many household duties, such that it was not a legal wage. The victim is also alleged to have worked far more than the 40 hours per week she was contracted to work, and which exceeded the maximum hour limit set forth in the visa application. Ms. Khobragade, as the Complaint charges, created a second contract that was not to be revealed to the U.S. government, that changed the amount to be paid to far below minimum wage, deleted the required language protecting the victim from other forms of exploitation and abuse, and also deleted language that stated that Ms. Khobragade agreed to “abide by all Federal, state, and local laws in the U.S.” As the Complaint states, these are only “in part” the facts, and there are other facts regarding the treatment of the victim – that were not consistent with the law or the representations made by Ms. Khobragade -- that caused this Office and the State Department, to take legal action.
Fourth, as to Ms. Khobragade’s arrest by State Department agents, this is a prosecutor’s office in charge of prosecution, not the arrest or custody, of the defendant, and therefore those questions may be better referred to other agencies. I will address these issues based on the facts as I understand them. Ms. Khobragade was accorded courtesies well beyond what other defendants, most of whom are American citizens, are accorded. She was not, as has been incorrectly reported, arrested in front of her children. The agents arrested her in the most discreet way possible, and unlike most defendants, she was not then handcuffed or restrained. In fact, the arresting officers did not even seize her phone as they normally would have. Instead, they offered her the opportunity to make numerous calls to arrange personal matters and contact whomever she needed, including allowing her to arrange for child care. This lasted approximately two hours. Because it was cold outside, the agents let her make those calls from their car and even brought her coffee and offered to get her food. It is true that she was fully searched by a female Deputy Marshal -- in a private setting -- when she was brought into the U.S. Marshals’ custody, but this is standard practice for every defendant, rich or poor, American or not, in order to make sure that no prisoner keeps anything on his person that could harm anyone, including himself. This is in the interests of everyone’s safety.
Fifth, as has been reported, the victim’s family has been brought to the United States. As also has been reported, legal process was started in India against the victim, attempting to silence her, and attempts were made to compel her to return to India. Further, the Victim’s family reportedly was confronted in numerous ways regarding this case. Speculation about why the family was brought here has been rampant and incorrect. Some focus should perhaps be put on why it was necessary to evacuate the family and what actions were taken in India vis-à-vis them. This Office and the Justice Department are compelled to make sure that victims, witnesses and their families are safe and secure while cases are pending.
Finally, this Office’s sole motivation in this case, as in all cases, is to uphold the rule of law, protect victims, and hold accountable anyone who breaks the law – no matter what their societal status and no matter how powerful, rich or connected they are.
[Source: http://www.justice.gov/usao/nys/pressreleases/December13/KhobragadeStatement.php.]
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ANENT DESPICABILITY
Perhaps it is time to reconsider our relations with a country that has so entrenched a class at the top that they do not deign to regard those who work for them, such as Ms. Sangeeta Richard, due any consideration.
The 'Brahmins' of Delhi are so puffed up with their own importance that the minor human details are not worthy of their attention.
Additionally, given the outrage from the Indian population and media, which has clearly been engineered by their opportunistic and cynical politicians, we might want to start thinking about yanking work visas for numerous Indian techies in the United States. At the very least, investigating how many of them are potential liabilities, and putting a freeze on ALL visa applications from the subcontinent for the foreseeable future, or until this matter is cleared up.
Indians, like Europeans and Arabs, do not like us.
Not most of them.
We, to our credit and our own harm, extend them and their diplomats far greater international courtesies than they deserve.
Ms Khobragade was treated infinitely better than an American Citizen in an equal situation, and much better than was required.
She and her superiors should consider that, and remember that arrogantly violating laws brings a blot upon their country and the people that they represent.
NOTE: Ms. Khobragade was in the United States by invitation. We had reason to believe therefore that she would be on her best behavior.
As we have for ALL diplomats from "friendly" countries.
Sadly, as often happens, we were proven naive.
AFTER WORD
Preetinder ('Preet') Singh Bharara is a naturalized American of Punjabi ancestry, currently U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York. Unsurprisingly, he exemplifies the high standards of ethics and probity which we have come to expect from many who choose to join us.
He has garnered praise for his stellar service combatting corruption.
Satya mev jayate.
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Monday, September 23, 2013
TEA DRINKING
The English are so well-known for their avid consumption of tea that some might even think that they invented the beverage. Not so. Discovered by the Chinese, soon thereafter beloved by the Japanese, and first brought to Europe by the Dutch.
At a time when Netherlanders had already started developing a tea culture of their own -- showcasing the exquisite porcelains and fab trinketries brought back from the Far-East -- the Anglo-Saxons were still swilling coffee and ale (mostly ale), and insofar as they enjoyed tea at all, they were boiling it, then serving it well-drained and mixed with salt and butter on toast.
Like so many English habits, it relieved constipation. British food at that time was mostly boiled meat served with bread and grease, and consequently almost everyone had to visit the apothecary for a dose.
Though they barged into the eastern seas at the same time as the Dutch, their focus was on purgatives.
Canton, that great trading metropolis athrong with merchants from Arabia, Zanzibar, Persia, India, and the Spice Isles, was to the British no more than a humongous supplier of rhubarb.
Which is a wondrous laxative.
It took the British another generation before they discovered that tea could also be drunk. The rest, as they say, is history.
Samuel Johnson wrote his great dictionary of the English language while swacked to the gills on tea (two dozen cups a day), vast armies of working men, freed from the ale-induced wooze that used to start their day (which now merely ends it) built the factory cities of the empire, and a legion of soldiers and civil servants swarmed out of the insular frigidity of the isles to explore and exploit the world.
The change from sodden drunk by noon to zipped to the gills at all hours happened nearly overnight. The world has never been the same.
Neither has India. Which drinks more tea than China and England combined at this point.
"We were unaware that the law required anyone to give an explanation for having tea, whether in the morning, noon or night. One might take tea in a variety of ways, not all of them always elegant or delicate, some of them perhaps even noisy. But we know of no way to drink tea 'suspiciously"
------Bombay High Court Justice Mr. Gautam Patel [ * ]
Tea in much of India is served with plenty of milk already heated in, flavoured with green cardamom and fennel seeds, medium sweet. Sheer buckets go down the gullet from before the crack of dawn till long after dark. It is available everywhere. Chai, garma-garam ('tea, hot-hot tea'), is the one thing that binds all Indians together, far more than their food, their shared history, or even English, which is their great common tongue.
"Cutting chai is permissible, cutting corners with the law is not."
[Cutting chai: grabbing a quick half-glass of tea.]
Somewhere along the line the subcontinentals also acquired certain administrative practices, but as the laws which England gave to India are, in the main, the old Mughal codes phrased in proper Eton-speak, which were themselves developed on a foundation of previous legal structures, it looks like the only thing required to unite the nation and drag it kicking and screaming and Bollywood song and dancing and generally speaking behaving riotously and enthusiastic in several over-stimulated ways into the modern era was tea.
It worked.
America, of course, relied on coffee and whiskey instead.
That is why we're a little bit different.
Though we too speak English.
We've always been suspicious of tea.
Note: Tea drinking ("thee drinken") is also a code phrase in Dutch for serious discussions in a friendly atmosphere with the parents of mis-behaving immigrant youth, compromise with alleged community leaders who blame civil society for homegrown problems such as increased crime, decreased school graduation figures, and explosions of violence aimed at vulnerable people, as well as, remarkably, negotiations with terrorists. There's nothing quite so constructive as enjoying a hot beverage and delicious cookies with people who cannot do anything about the problem, have no intention of even trying, or defensively persist in blaming everyone else for overblowing the situation and actually by their native Dutch insensitivity being the (only) cause of it.
In Dutch, drinking tea has negative connotations; i.e.: a silly waste of time.
Tea remains a very popular beverage nevertheless.
I, personally, think that mint is the problem.
Mint obviously inflames the passions.
Dangerous substance, clearly.
Ban that nasty stuff.
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LETTER BOX.
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At a time when Netherlanders had already started developing a tea culture of their own -- showcasing the exquisite porcelains and fab trinketries brought back from the Far-East -- the Anglo-Saxons were still swilling coffee and ale (mostly ale), and insofar as they enjoyed tea at all, they were boiling it, then serving it well-drained and mixed with salt and butter on toast.
Like so many English habits, it relieved constipation. British food at that time was mostly boiled meat served with bread and grease, and consequently almost everyone had to visit the apothecary for a dose.
Though they barged into the eastern seas at the same time as the Dutch, their focus was on purgatives.
Canton, that great trading metropolis athrong with merchants from Arabia, Zanzibar, Persia, India, and the Spice Isles, was to the British no more than a humongous supplier of rhubarb.
Which is a wondrous laxative.
It took the British another generation before they discovered that tea could also be drunk. The rest, as they say, is history.
Samuel Johnson wrote his great dictionary of the English language while swacked to the gills on tea (two dozen cups a day), vast armies of working men, freed from the ale-induced wooze that used to start their day (which now merely ends it) built the factory cities of the empire, and a legion of soldiers and civil servants swarmed out of the insular frigidity of the isles to explore and exploit the world.
The change from sodden drunk by noon to zipped to the gills at all hours happened nearly overnight. The world has never been the same.
Neither has India. Which drinks more tea than China and England combined at this point.
"We were unaware that the law required anyone to give an explanation for having tea, whether in the morning, noon or night. One might take tea in a variety of ways, not all of them always elegant or delicate, some of them perhaps even noisy. But we know of no way to drink tea 'suspiciously"
------Bombay High Court Justice Mr. Gautam Patel [ * ]
Tea in much of India is served with plenty of milk already heated in, flavoured with green cardamom and fennel seeds, medium sweet. Sheer buckets go down the gullet from before the crack of dawn till long after dark. It is available everywhere. Chai, garma-garam ('tea, hot-hot tea'), is the one thing that binds all Indians together, far more than their food, their shared history, or even English, which is their great common tongue.
"Cutting chai is permissible, cutting corners with the law is not."
[Cutting chai: grabbing a quick half-glass of tea.]
Somewhere along the line the subcontinentals also acquired certain administrative practices, but as the laws which England gave to India are, in the main, the old Mughal codes phrased in proper Eton-speak, which were themselves developed on a foundation of previous legal structures, it looks like the only thing required to unite the nation and drag it kicking and screaming and Bollywood song and dancing and generally speaking behaving riotously and enthusiastic in several over-stimulated ways into the modern era was tea.
It worked.
America, of course, relied on coffee and whiskey instead.
That is why we're a little bit different.
Though we too speak English.
We've always been suspicious of tea.
Note: Tea drinking ("thee drinken") is also a code phrase in Dutch for serious discussions in a friendly atmosphere with the parents of mis-behaving immigrant youth, compromise with alleged community leaders who blame civil society for homegrown problems such as increased crime, decreased school graduation figures, and explosions of violence aimed at vulnerable people, as well as, remarkably, negotiations with terrorists. There's nothing quite so constructive as enjoying a hot beverage and delicious cookies with people who cannot do anything about the problem, have no intention of even trying, or defensively persist in blaming everyone else for overblowing the situation and actually by their native Dutch insensitivity being the (only) cause of it.
In Dutch, drinking tea has negative connotations; i.e.: a silly waste of time.
Tea remains a very popular beverage nevertheless.
I, personally, think that mint is the problem.
Mint obviously inflames the passions.
Dangerous substance, clearly.
Ban that nasty stuff.
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LETTER BOX.
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.
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Sunday, August 25, 2013
WHAT'S FOR DINNER? AND IS IT RISKY?
Several years ago, at the Indian restaurant where I was the cashier in the evening, the proprietor disquisitioned anent the health-giving properties of Indian food. There was, he averred, no other cuisine so ancient and so concerned with your physical well-being as desi khanna. It was a gift.
The person with whom he spoke was a customer who had earlier placed an order for food to take out. Veritably a captive audience.
Indeed.
While half-heartedly listening to the lecture I had often heard before, I glanced at the order awaiting expeditious delivery from the kitchen and subsequent lip-smacking nosh-nosh by the happy purchaser and his presumed good lady wife.
One order of Murgh Makhni.
One order of Chicken Tikka Masala.
One order of Dum Aloo Vindaloo.
One order of hot naan breads.
One rice pilaw.
All told, over a pound of butter.
Delicious!
I knew several Indians who had experienced heart-attacks at a comparatively young age. It's all that butter.
Of the five items listed, not a single one originated in India.
Some weren't even refined there.
Murgh Makhni as we now know it was a Pathan stew of leftover tandoori chicken scraps, sauced with tomatoes, butter, cream, and mild spicing. Its earliest manifestation in India was after partition at the Moti Mahal, whose owners had previously resided in Peshawar.
The version common in England is often made with cream and Campbells Tomato Soup.
Red-hued Tandoori Chicken is, again, a Pathan dish.
Chicken Tikka Masala is, if anything, British. Like with Murgh Makhni, the story goes that a Scotsman, sodden-drunk as so many of them are wont to be, stumbled himself into a late-night Vindaloo hut somewhere in the Midlands, ordered chicken, and then when it came exclaimed indignantly "oy, wheeer's me gravy? Ye kanno' expect me to eat this wi'oooooot gravy!"
Whereupon the enterprising Bengali cook obliged by mucking it up to a fare-thee-well.
In actual fact it is Muglai in its inspiration, but rather unknown in India, though quite the most popular dish in England. Indians who know it have eaten it first overseas.
Dum Aloo Vindaloo uses an ingredient from the new world cooked with lots of butter, garlic, and chilies (which are also a new world crop). The word 'alu' originally meant a type of plum, as it still does in Afghanistan, and Vindaloo is bastardized Portuguese, referring to pork chunks cooked with garlic and vinegar, hot and zesty. Dum Alu Vindaloo is delightfully greasy, and a close relative of Alu Makhni (potatoes in butter, cream, and tomato paste).
Naan is Persian and Afghani. The tandoor oven in which it is made came from Central Asia via the Turkish nomads who conquered vast regions in Afghanistan and Iran. Their descendants, the Moghuls, despoiled northern India, and ruled for centuries, profoundly influencing the language, the culture, and the cuisine.
Lastly, rice pilaw, which is the distant relative of the Persian 'polo'.
As you can see, none of these things is Indian. Indian restaurant food would be unthinkable without a huge number of Afghan-Persian borrowings, and the vocabulary to describe them.
But all of them are indeed Indian.
All kitchens avidly borrow from their neighbors, and it is the genius of each cook to twiddle with the concept, yielding results which are as much native as the person who prepared it, and the people who wish to eat it. Derivation plus inspiration and innovation.
As Julia Child informed us, just add more butter.
Everything tastes better with butter.
AFTERTHOUGHT
Everything ALSO tastes better with bacon, cheese, and chilies.
Hmmmm. I believe I should make myself a lamb burger with bacon, cheese, and chilies. With murgh makhni sauce on top. Should be interesting, and transport me gustatorily to far-away climes.
It will be a worthwhile experiment.
Possibly dangerous.
I should probably have a cool refreshing glass of whipped dahi paani to drink with it. Either mithi or namkeen.
What do you think?
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NOTE: Readers may contact me directly:
LETTER BOX.
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.
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The person with whom he spoke was a customer who had earlier placed an order for food to take out. Veritably a captive audience.
Indeed.
While half-heartedly listening to the lecture I had often heard before, I glanced at the order awaiting expeditious delivery from the kitchen and subsequent lip-smacking nosh-nosh by the happy purchaser and his presumed good lady wife.
One order of Murgh Makhni.
One order of Chicken Tikka Masala.
One order of Dum Aloo Vindaloo.
One order of hot naan breads.
One rice pilaw.
All told, over a pound of butter.
Delicious!
I knew several Indians who had experienced heart-attacks at a comparatively young age. It's all that butter.
Of the five items listed, not a single one originated in India.
Some weren't even refined there.
Murgh Makhni as we now know it was a Pathan stew of leftover tandoori chicken scraps, sauced with tomatoes, butter, cream, and mild spicing. Its earliest manifestation in India was after partition at the Moti Mahal, whose owners had previously resided in Peshawar.
The version common in England is often made with cream and Campbells Tomato Soup.
Red-hued Tandoori Chicken is, again, a Pathan dish.
Chicken Tikka Masala is, if anything, British. Like with Murgh Makhni, the story goes that a Scotsman, sodden-drunk as so many of them are wont to be, stumbled himself into a late-night Vindaloo hut somewhere in the Midlands, ordered chicken, and then when it came exclaimed indignantly "oy, wheeer's me gravy? Ye kanno' expect me to eat this wi'oooooot gravy!"
Whereupon the enterprising Bengali cook obliged by mucking it up to a fare-thee-well.
In actual fact it is Muglai in its inspiration, but rather unknown in India, though quite the most popular dish in England. Indians who know it have eaten it first overseas.
Dum Aloo Vindaloo uses an ingredient from the new world cooked with lots of butter, garlic, and chilies (which are also a new world crop). The word 'alu' originally meant a type of plum, as it still does in Afghanistan, and Vindaloo is bastardized Portuguese, referring to pork chunks cooked with garlic and vinegar, hot and zesty. Dum Alu Vindaloo is delightfully greasy, and a close relative of Alu Makhni (potatoes in butter, cream, and tomato paste).
Naan is Persian and Afghani. The tandoor oven in which it is made came from Central Asia via the Turkish nomads who conquered vast regions in Afghanistan and Iran. Their descendants, the Moghuls, despoiled northern India, and ruled for centuries, profoundly influencing the language, the culture, and the cuisine.
Lastly, rice pilaw, which is the distant relative of the Persian 'polo'.
As you can see, none of these things is Indian. Indian restaurant food would be unthinkable without a huge number of Afghan-Persian borrowings, and the vocabulary to describe them.
But all of them are indeed Indian.
All kitchens avidly borrow from their neighbors, and it is the genius of each cook to twiddle with the concept, yielding results which are as much native as the person who prepared it, and the people who wish to eat it. Derivation plus inspiration and innovation.
As Julia Child informed us, just add more butter.
Everything tastes better with butter.
AFTERTHOUGHT
Everything ALSO tastes better with bacon, cheese, and chilies.
Hmmmm. I believe I should make myself a lamb burger with bacon, cheese, and chilies. With murgh makhni sauce on top. Should be interesting, and transport me gustatorily to far-away climes.
It will be a worthwhile experiment.
Possibly dangerous.
I should probably have a cool refreshing glass of whipped dahi paani to drink with it. Either mithi or namkeen.
What do you think?
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LETTER BOX.
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.
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Tuesday, September 27, 2011
SHENANIGANIC INSTRUCTIONS FROM OUR FRIENDS IN DELHI
On a whim I cruised into the website for the Times of India, and a fascinating article caught my eye.
So naturally I wish to share it with you.
[Actually it wasn't a whim. I was looking for stuff about Admiral Mullen's recent remark about India's despicable and thoroughly loathsome neighbors, that being Pakistan - a country that should be made to disappear, along with all of its degenerate population.]
It's a fascinating article. With valuable pointers.
What women don't want before sex
Sep 24, 2011, 12.00AM IST
Most women have a long list of 'don'ts' that they want their man to know. So, instead of second guessing, just read this list and read her mind the next time you both are getting intimate.
[source: Times of India - sex.]
Sloppy music
Music is the clincher as you get set to hit the sack. As you turn down the lights and turn on a little mood music, choose what you are making your gal listen to carefully. What you play may be an indication about where the night is headed. Avoid anything too girly ( Madonna, Avril Lavigne, Miley Cyrus) and do not play music with clear sexual overtones ("Let's Get It On," "Sexual Healing," "I Wanna Sex You Up").
Turn off the phone
Have you ever answered a call mid-way during sex and lived to regret it? Turn your phone off while getting intimate with your lady love. Interruptions can really put a damper on your sexual tempo, and if it is your mom calling, your girl is probably putting on her jacket and getting ready to leave.
Groping is out
Well, even though you might want to lay your hands on your gal, be recommend you exercise caution. Grabbing her boobs, pinching her ass or ripping open her clothes is a big turn off. Moving randomly from body part to body part is thoroughly confusing and never gives your girl a chance to get into the mood. Move slowly from one body part to the next -- lightly caressing first, then with increased passion.
Begging
Most women have clearly defined limits, before the date about just how how far she is willing to go, but men can change their minds. At the end of the evening, give her a passionate kiss to sweep her off her feet. This is when she may just reconsider going home with you. If she still isn't interested and expresses a clear discontent, do not whine or beg. If you beg, you will never get a second chance --ever.
Being in a hurry
Women take a lot of time to feel sexually into the moment. Most women loved being kissed, touched, caressed, and more than two minutes to reach the big O. So take time to focus on her. If you aren't satisfying her, she could get frustrated (or bored) and call it a night.
Don't keep looking at the watch
It takes time to get a woman going. She needs kissing, touching, caressing, and more than two minutes to reach orgasm. If you have moved past the make-out stage and the clothes are coming off, take time to focus on her. If you aren't satisfying her needs, your gal may just get frustrated and bored and call it a night.
Sloppy kissing
It doesn't matter how hot a dude is, if he can't kiss well, he ain't getting past first base. When you lean in for the first end-of-the-date smooch, remember to control your tongue. Don't unnecessarily lick her teeth, chin, cheeks, forehead, etc., and try not to stick it down her throat. It's a major turn off for women. Also, ensure you have pleasant breath, bad breath sucks!
Dull conversation
All women dig compliments, but too many "Oh babys" can mar her mood. Going over-the-top with banter is a clear sign that the conversation is fake and forced. Concentrate on being your natural self. If things are really becoming passionate, don't ask unnecessary questions: "Do you like it when I kiss you?" "Does my hand feel good on your body?" Her responses will tell you if you are impressing her enough.
Keep your hands off when she's not in the mood
Women get turned off by men who can't keep their hands off them. Do not hand her a glass of wine, turn on some music, lower the lights and then stick your hand in her pants. You'll just be regarded as a horny dude!
Asking for permission
Most girls like a man who loves taking charge, so when you ask for permission every step of the way you come across as a weak wimp. Asking her "May I please kiss you?" at the end of a date, or "Are you OK?" when kissing is a major dampner. Rather analyse the situation; if she's really into it, be a man and take the plunge.
[source: Times of India - sex.]
This is all excellent, but it does rather paint a picture of urban India as a kinder gentler place.
As I understand the sexual dynamic here in San Francisco, the process of seduction involves tattoos, scatology, massive ingestion of controlled substances, casual masochism, stimulants, and long lectures about recycling.
"Don't unnecessarily lick her teeth, chin, cheeks, forehead, etc."
Indeed! That right there is fine advice.
Assuming that there are times when licking her chin, cheeks, and forehead may be necessary, it is a good idea not to do so without having made damn sure of the desirability of that process first.
An excellent first step would be introducing yourself.
Most women will object to strangers suddenly starting to lick them.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that it can lead to the cops being called.
Police action is an unmistakable sign that things have gone wrong.
Only lick her chin, cheeks, and forehead if there is NO other choice.
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So naturally I wish to share it with you.
[Actually it wasn't a whim. I was looking for stuff about Admiral Mullen's recent remark about India's despicable and thoroughly loathsome neighbors, that being Pakistan - a country that should be made to disappear, along with all of its degenerate population.]
It's a fascinating article. With valuable pointers.
What women don't want before sex
Sep 24, 2011, 12.00AM IST
Most women have a long list of 'don'ts' that they want their man to know. So, instead of second guessing, just read this list and read her mind the next time you both are getting intimate.
[source: Times of India - sex.]
Sloppy music
Music is the clincher as you get set to hit the sack. As you turn down the lights and turn on a little mood music, choose what you are making your gal listen to carefully. What you play may be an indication about where the night is headed. Avoid anything too girly ( Madonna, Avril Lavigne, Miley Cyrus) and do not play music with clear sexual overtones ("Let's Get It On," "Sexual Healing," "I Wanna Sex You Up").
Turn off the phone
Have you ever answered a call mid-way during sex and lived to regret it? Turn your phone off while getting intimate with your lady love. Interruptions can really put a damper on your sexual tempo, and if it is your mom calling, your girl is probably putting on her jacket and getting ready to leave.
Groping is out
Well, even though you might want to lay your hands on your gal, be recommend you exercise caution. Grabbing her boobs, pinching her ass or ripping open her clothes is a big turn off. Moving randomly from body part to body part is thoroughly confusing and never gives your girl a chance to get into the mood. Move slowly from one body part to the next -- lightly caressing first, then with increased passion.
Begging
Most women have clearly defined limits, before the date about just how how far she is willing to go, but men can change their minds. At the end of the evening, give her a passionate kiss to sweep her off her feet. This is when she may just reconsider going home with you. If she still isn't interested and expresses a clear discontent, do not whine or beg. If you beg, you will never get a second chance --ever.
Being in a hurry
Women take a lot of time to feel sexually into the moment. Most women loved being kissed, touched, caressed, and more than two minutes to reach the big O. So take time to focus on her. If you aren't satisfying her, she could get frustrated (or bored) and call it a night.
Don't keep looking at the watch
It takes time to get a woman going. She needs kissing, touching, caressing, and more than two minutes to reach orgasm. If you have moved past the make-out stage and the clothes are coming off, take time to focus on her. If you aren't satisfying her needs, your gal may just get frustrated and bored and call it a night.
Sloppy kissing
It doesn't matter how hot a dude is, if he can't kiss well, he ain't getting past first base. When you lean in for the first end-of-the-date smooch, remember to control your tongue. Don't unnecessarily lick her teeth, chin, cheeks, forehead, etc., and try not to stick it down her throat. It's a major turn off for women. Also, ensure you have pleasant breath, bad breath sucks!
Dull conversation
All women dig compliments, but too many "Oh babys" can mar her mood. Going over-the-top with banter is a clear sign that the conversation is fake and forced. Concentrate on being your natural self. If things are really becoming passionate, don't ask unnecessary questions: "Do you like it when I kiss you?" "Does my hand feel good on your body?" Her responses will tell you if you are impressing her enough.
Keep your hands off when she's not in the mood
Women get turned off by men who can't keep their hands off them. Do not hand her a glass of wine, turn on some music, lower the lights and then stick your hand in her pants. You'll just be regarded as a horny dude!
Asking for permission
Most girls like a man who loves taking charge, so when you ask for permission every step of the way you come across as a weak wimp. Asking her "May I please kiss you?" at the end of a date, or "Are you OK?" when kissing is a major dampner. Rather analyse the situation; if she's really into it, be a man and take the plunge.
[source: Times of India - sex.]
This is all excellent, but it does rather paint a picture of urban India as a kinder gentler place.
As I understand the sexual dynamic here in San Francisco, the process of seduction involves tattoos, scatology, massive ingestion of controlled substances, casual masochism, stimulants, and long lectures about recycling.
"Don't unnecessarily lick her teeth, chin, cheeks, forehead, etc."
Indeed! That right there is fine advice.
Assuming that there are times when licking her chin, cheeks, and forehead may be necessary, it is a good idea not to do so without having made damn sure of the desirability of that process first.
An excellent first step would be introducing yourself.
Most women will object to strangers suddenly starting to lick them.
In fact, I'm pretty sure that it can lead to the cops being called.
Police action is an unmistakable sign that things have gone wrong.
Only lick her chin, cheeks, and forehead if there is NO other choice.
==========================================================================
NOTE: Readers may contact me directly:LETTER BOX.
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.
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Friday, February 12, 2010
MY NAME IS KHAN
I see from various news sources that the Shiv Sena in Mumbai have their dhotis in a bunch over Shah Rukh Khan's latest movie. Or perhaps it is Shah Rukh Khan himself that they are upset about.
Well bully for them.
Can we at long last please put the name of every member of the Shiv Sena on the no-fly list? Keep the bastards out of the United States? Starting with arch-goonda Bal ('Balasaheb') Thackery and everyone related to him?
We have enough religious nuts in this country, we have no need of any more. Certainly we have no possible use for religious nuts who commit violence and murder.
MY NAME IS KHAN
Such is the title of the film which has gotten the thugs in an uproar. The theme of the movie is more or less the attitude towards Muslims which has been prevalent in the United States since September 11, 2001.
Shah Rukh Khan, as his name suggests, is a Muslim. The movie can be said to have a pro-Muslim message, and Shah Rukh Khan has spoken out against the enmity towards Muslims in the United States and India - it is the last that has so offended the Hindu Nationalists.
While I have little tolerance for either Islam or Muslims in general, and no actual interest in seeing growth of that creed or community, I will admit that there are multitudes of practicing Islamites who are in no way either problematic or objectionable. Several of the Mumineen I am acquainted with are in fact exemplary - many Christians could learn a thing or two from them.
Muslims have for years, and, in the case of India, many centuries, been constructive participants in non-Muslim society. India without the cultural impact of Muhammedans cannot even be imagined.
On the other hand, the adherents of Hindutva are almost all unmitigated haramzadeh with little to redeem them.
[Hindutvadiyeh also include the Vishwa Hindu Parishad (criminals, ideologues, and bigots), Bajrang Dal (mostly violent illiterates), the Bharatiya Janata Party (a sometimes harmless bunch of Gujus), and the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (unstable thugs). It's not just the Mafia-like Shivsenaks who are dangerous. All of these organizations are suspected of involvement in terrorism, rape, assault, fire-bombings, and blackmail. Among other fine Hindoo virtues.]
HINDOSTAN
India and Indians should realize that in a country such as theirs, where so many different communities have contributed so much, any religious thuggery and intolerance serves no good purpose.
Enforcing an apartheid-like preference for Hindus and Hindu norms will only persuade more of India's best and brightest to reject their own culture, and favour the West. While obviously that would be beneficial to us in the short term, we need those people to remain in India and remain Indian. Thus they will counterbalance the loonies and keep their country from becoming a failed state, a tyranny, and a danger to the world like Pakistan.
India needs people like Shah-rukh Khan. It does NOT need people like Bal Thackery or his son Uddhav, or any of the thousands of ignorant bigots who would blame their own failures on other communities.
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AFTERWORD
Earlier today reader Mohammad took me to task for speaking well of Salman Rushdie, on this post:
http://atthebackofthehill.blogspot.com/2007/06/pakistani-ulema-need-to-grow-up.html
The point of that post was that the Pakistani Ulema (religious scholars) were a bunch of shmendricks in desperate need of corrective surgery, as there was a huge painful stick up their collective gand.
I was as positive as is humanly possible about Pakistan, but I indicated that I might be less than tolerant of their various retrograde attitudes.
Mohammad wrote:
"... whatever mr Rushdie has wrote in his book was blasphemy. How can you expect a person to be given knighthood when he has hurt the feelings of a lot of Muslims around the world. But if you have read the book properly in his book not only he has wrote things against the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) but he has openly abused Margaret Thatcher not only that he abused Ram and Sitta both figures who were considered very important in Hindu religion. "
I responded at some length, but the gist of my answer was that I had no problem with blasphemy or abuse. And, considering the alternative, I will stand by that.
The right to offend is infinitely precious and should be protected at all costs. Whether the Ulema, or the Shiv Sena (or any other bunch of verkrampte religious pustules) object, das is mir ganz scheiss egal.
They can take their outrage and fold it till naught is left but sharp corners, then shove it where the sun doesn't shine.
Please pound sand up after it.
That goes for Atheists, Buddhists, Christians, Jews, Hindus, and Muhammadans. And everyone else.
If I left you off the list, I am very sorry - I sincerely hope you are never-the-less offended.
Well bully for them.
Can we at long last please put the name of every member of the Shiv Sena on the no-fly list? Keep the bastards out of the United States? Starting with arch-goonda Bal ('Balasaheb') Thackery and everyone related to him?
We have enough religious nuts in this country, we have no need of any more. Certainly we have no possible use for religious nuts who commit violence and murder.
MY NAME IS KHAN
Such is the title of the film which has gotten the thugs in an uproar. The theme of the movie is more or less the attitude towards Muslims which has been prevalent in the United States since September 11, 2001.
Shah Rukh Khan, as his name suggests, is a Muslim. The movie can be said to have a pro-Muslim message, and Shah Rukh Khan has spoken out against the enmity towards Muslims in the United States and India - it is the last that has so offended the Hindu Nationalists.
While I have little tolerance for either Islam or Muslims in general, and no actual interest in seeing growth of that creed or community, I will admit that there are multitudes of practicing Islamites who are in no way either problematic or objectionable. Several of the Mumineen I am acquainted with are in fact exemplary - many Christians could learn a thing or two from them.
Muslims have for years, and, in the case of India, many centuries, been constructive participants in non-Muslim society. India without the cultural impact of Muhammedans cannot even be imagined.
On the other hand, the adherents of Hindutva are almost all unmitigated haramzadeh with little to redeem them.
[Hindutvadiyeh also include the Vishwa Hindu Parishad (criminals, ideologues, and bigots), Bajrang Dal (mostly violent illiterates), the Bharatiya Janata Party (a sometimes harmless bunch of Gujus), and the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (unstable thugs). It's not just the Mafia-like Shivsenaks who are dangerous. All of these organizations are suspected of involvement in terrorism, rape, assault, fire-bombings, and blackmail. Among other fine Hindoo virtues.]
HINDOSTAN
India and Indians should realize that in a country such as theirs, where so many different communities have contributed so much, any religious thuggery and intolerance serves no good purpose.
Enforcing an apartheid-like preference for Hindus and Hindu norms will only persuade more of India's best and brightest to reject their own culture, and favour the West. While obviously that would be beneficial to us in the short term, we need those people to remain in India and remain Indian. Thus they will counterbalance the loonies and keep their country from becoming a failed state, a tyranny, and a danger to the world like Pakistan.
India needs people like Shah-rukh Khan. It does NOT need people like Bal Thackery or his son Uddhav, or any of the thousands of ignorant bigots who would blame their own failures on other communities.
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AFTERWORD
Earlier today reader Mohammad took me to task for speaking well of Salman Rushdie, on this post:
http://atthebackofthehill.blogspot.com/2007/06/pakistani-ulema-need-to-grow-up.html
The point of that post was that the Pakistani Ulema (religious scholars) were a bunch of shmendricks in desperate need of corrective surgery, as there was a huge painful stick up their collective gand.
I was as positive as is humanly possible about Pakistan, but I indicated that I might be less than tolerant of their various retrograde attitudes.
Mohammad wrote:
"... whatever mr Rushdie has wrote in his book was blasphemy. How can you expect a person to be given knighthood when he has hurt the feelings of a lot of Muslims around the world. But if you have read the book properly in his book not only he has wrote things against the Prophet Muhammad (pbuh) but he has openly abused Margaret Thatcher not only that he abused Ram and Sitta both figures who were considered very important in Hindu religion. "
I responded at some length, but the gist of my answer was that I had no problem with blasphemy or abuse. And, considering the alternative, I will stand by that.
The right to offend is infinitely precious and should be protected at all costs. Whether the Ulema, or the Shiv Sena (or any other bunch of verkrampte religious pustules) object, das is mir ganz scheiss egal.
They can take their outrage and fold it till naught is left but sharp corners, then shove it where the sun doesn't shine.
Please pound sand up after it.
That goes for Atheists, Buddhists, Christians, Jews, Hindus, and Muhammadans. And everyone else.
If I left you off the list, I am very sorry - I sincerely hope you are never-the-less offended.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
NUKE PAKISTAN!
I am in receipt of a disquieting e-mail from a gentleman with a very Marathi name, pursuant today's terrorist strikes in Bombay.
For those as yet unaware: 80 dead, hundreds wounded, gunfire for the last five hours. Terrorists holed up in the Oberoi and Taj hotels with hostages, as well as at GT Hospital. Attacks also took place at the Chhatrapati Shivaji terminus, Cama Hospital, Crawford Market, Wadi Bunder. Areas currently with a heavy army presence are Colaba, Girgaum, and Nariman Point.
It appears that the group behind this are Islamists, and to the Indian mind that can ONLY mean Pakistani Intelligence agencies. There are very good reasons for that presumption.
My correspondent writes:
"It was obvious that these attacks organized by Pakistanis striking India, and Congress only interested in gathering Muslim votes. There is probably clear link with Pakistani ISI and government. Pakistan have been behind all Muslim attacks previous, and funded mujahedeen groups like lashkar e toiba. They do not hesitate to treachery. There is no Deccan Mujahedeen, that is a name of convenience only. It is Pakistan, always Pakistan. Why is America supporting Pakistan? Can one not see how dangerous that is? How untrustable all Pakistani politicians and generals? I tell you, we should demolish that country. If India should shoot nuclear rockets at Islamabad, Rawalpindi, and Karachi, that would solve this problem once and for all!"
Wiping Pakistan off the map is an extreme proposal, but my correspondent is absolutely correct in stating that Pakistan have been behind many previous attacks. The Inter-Services Intelligence agency has for two decades funded, armed, and organized Muslim terrorists in India, nominally in furtherance of Pakistani goals in Kashmir, in actuality in pursuit of a venomous Jihad against India.
Pakistani politicos have consistently looked the other way when not actually cheering ISI perfidy, likewise most Pakistani politicians have known ties with terrorist groups and are actively involved in both jihad and the drug trade.
Pakistan has time and again proven itself a most unreliable and untrustworthy ally, and Pakistan's involvement in Afghanistan continues to destabilize that country. Pakistan has been instrumental in the continuing existence of Al Qaeda, and in Osama Bin Laden's remaining a free man.
Pakistan is an enemy of India, the US, and the west.
In several ways, Pakistan is Sodom and Gomorra; it is doubtful that there are as many as ten good men in that pox of a place. Highly unlikely even half that number.
Nevertheless, leveling all of Pakistan may not be the answer. Pakistan might indeed be a wasteland, but not nuking the place is probably not a bad idea. And I am sure that once my correspondent calms down, he will surely see that even in Pakistan there are things worth preserving.
Goats! I understand they have many lovely goats!
Some of whom are probably still virgins.
For those as yet unaware: 80 dead, hundreds wounded, gunfire for the last five hours. Terrorists holed up in the Oberoi and Taj hotels with hostages, as well as at GT Hospital. Attacks also took place at the Chhatrapati Shivaji terminus, Cama Hospital, Crawford Market, Wadi Bunder. Areas currently with a heavy army presence are Colaba, Girgaum, and Nariman Point.
It appears that the group behind this are Islamists, and to the Indian mind that can ONLY mean Pakistani Intelligence agencies. There are very good reasons for that presumption.
My correspondent writes:
"It was obvious that these attacks organized by Pakistanis striking India, and Congress only interested in gathering Muslim votes. There is probably clear link with Pakistani ISI and government. Pakistan have been behind all Muslim attacks previous, and funded mujahedeen groups like lashkar e toiba. They do not hesitate to treachery. There is no Deccan Mujahedeen, that is a name of convenience only. It is Pakistan, always Pakistan. Why is America supporting Pakistan? Can one not see how dangerous that is? How untrustable all Pakistani politicians and generals? I tell you, we should demolish that country. If India should shoot nuclear rockets at Islamabad, Rawalpindi, and Karachi, that would solve this problem once and for all!"
Wiping Pakistan off the map is an extreme proposal, but my correspondent is absolutely correct in stating that Pakistan have been behind many previous attacks. The Inter-Services Intelligence agency has for two decades funded, armed, and organized Muslim terrorists in India, nominally in furtherance of Pakistani goals in Kashmir, in actuality in pursuit of a venomous Jihad against India.
Pakistani politicos have consistently looked the other way when not actually cheering ISI perfidy, likewise most Pakistani politicians have known ties with terrorist groups and are actively involved in both jihad and the drug trade.
Pakistan has time and again proven itself a most unreliable and untrustworthy ally, and Pakistan's involvement in Afghanistan continues to destabilize that country. Pakistan has been instrumental in the continuing existence of Al Qaeda, and in Osama Bin Laden's remaining a free man.
Pakistan is an enemy of India, the US, and the west.
In several ways, Pakistan is Sodom and Gomorra; it is doubtful that there are as many as ten good men in that pox of a place. Highly unlikely even half that number.
Nevertheless, leveling all of Pakistan may not be the answer. Pakistan might indeed be a wasteland, but not nuking the place is probably not a bad idea. And I am sure that once my correspondent calms down, he will surely see that even in Pakistan there are things worth preserving.
Goats! I understand they have many lovely goats!
Some of whom are probably still virgins.
Friday, August 10, 2007
PAKISTANI OFFICIAL CALLS FOR JIHAD
Syed Tanveer Hussain blames outsiders for Pakistan's problems, and demands that Jihad be waged against India and the United States.
Article: Jehad calls against India in Pakistan's national assembly
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Jehad_calls_against_India_in_Pakistan_national_assembly/articleshow/2269673.cms
Quote:
"Calls for jehad against India and US were made in Pakistan's national assembly on Tuesday by a parliamentary secretary for defence, Syed Tanveer Hussain, who argued that the dispute over Kashmir would be settled in "one month" if jehadis were allowed free entry into areas under Indian control.
-----[CUT]-----
Taking the populist anti-US position, Hussain said that "our love affair with US should come to an end and we should have better relations with Iran, Russia and China. We should wage jihad against US and resolve the Kashmir issue through jihad, not talks". "
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A friend occassionally outbursts that the only good Paki is a dead Paki. This usually happens when the Pakistanis have committed another outrage against civilized standards, or have been complicit in yet another act of terrorism. Which is surprisingly often.
During periods of calm on the frontier, her even-tempered self is dominant. She'll admit that Pakistanis are also human, even if they are all dysfunctional and depraved. Normally she's a secular humanist. A liberal even. Tolerant.
She'll also admit that among the Indians there are some who are not, strictly speaking, in touch with any shred of reality or civilization either - people such as the Hindu nationalist parties, or the Hinduist gangsters in Bombay and Maharashtra. And differently, her outbursts against Gujus may only be fuelled by an absolute loathing for Undhiu (a foul crockpot concoction that Patel and co are inordinately fond of). I do not know, and I do not wish to ask. But these are exceptional cases.
I used to disagree with her whenever she expressed virulently homicidal anti-Paki sentiments. In recent years, however, I have grown strangely quiet.
I no longer have the inclination to argue that even though their contribution to civilization may seem nihil and their culture depraved, they too are human, their aspirations and ideals also have validity, their society might have some worthwhile elements.
I have lost most of the sense of fellow humanity I once had for Pakistanis. I no longer feel in any way for them. Their emotional fragility and frequent berserk outbursts in recent years have tired me out. Up they should shut.
I hope that an all-out war between India and Pakistan will never happen. But if it does happen, India should be victorious - even if that means Pakistan ceases to exist.
Mohammed Ali Jinnah's legacy has been little else than fanaticism, criminality, bloodshed, repression, bigotry, and sectarianism.
As my friend would say, "damn Guju".
Note: Syed Tanveer Hussain was born in Punjab, and is not a Guju. The damn Guju referenced above is Jinnah, whose parents were Gujus living in Karachi (but, as we say, a Gudyu bleibt a Gudyu). Syed Tanveer Hussain is a damned Punjabi.
Further note: Non-damned Punjabis are known as Sikhs. Sikhs are excellent people. Muslim Punjabis aren't. Do not confuse the two.
Article: Jehad calls against India in Pakistan's national assembly
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Jehad_calls_against_India_in_Pakistan_national_assembly/articleshow/2269673.cms
Quote:
"Calls for jehad against India and US were made in Pakistan's national assembly on Tuesday by a parliamentary secretary for defence, Syed Tanveer Hussain, who argued that the dispute over Kashmir would be settled in "one month" if jehadis were allowed free entry into areas under Indian control.
-----[CUT]-----
Taking the populist anti-US position, Hussain said that "our love affair with US should come to an end and we should have better relations with Iran, Russia and China. We should wage jihad against US and resolve the Kashmir issue through jihad, not talks". "
-------------------------------
A friend occassionally outbursts that the only good Paki is a dead Paki. This usually happens when the Pakistanis have committed another outrage against civilized standards, or have been complicit in yet another act of terrorism. Which is surprisingly often.
During periods of calm on the frontier, her even-tempered self is dominant. She'll admit that Pakistanis are also human, even if they are all dysfunctional and depraved. Normally she's a secular humanist. A liberal even. Tolerant.
She'll also admit that among the Indians there are some who are not, strictly speaking, in touch with any shred of reality or civilization either - people such as the Hindu nationalist parties, or the Hinduist gangsters in Bombay and Maharashtra. And differently, her outbursts against Gujus may only be fuelled by an absolute loathing for Undhiu (a foul crockpot concoction that Patel and co are inordinately fond of). I do not know, and I do not wish to ask. But these are exceptional cases.
I used to disagree with her whenever she expressed virulently homicidal anti-Paki sentiments. In recent years, however, I have grown strangely quiet.
I no longer have the inclination to argue that even though their contribution to civilization may seem nihil and their culture depraved, they too are human, their aspirations and ideals also have validity, their society might have some worthwhile elements.
I have lost most of the sense of fellow humanity I once had for Pakistanis. I no longer feel in any way for them. Their emotional fragility and frequent berserk outbursts in recent years have tired me out. Up they should shut.
I hope that an all-out war between India and Pakistan will never happen. But if it does happen, India should be victorious - even if that means Pakistan ceases to exist.
Mohammed Ali Jinnah's legacy has been little else than fanaticism, criminality, bloodshed, repression, bigotry, and sectarianism.
As my friend would say, "damn Guju".
Note: Syed Tanveer Hussain was born in Punjab, and is not a Guju. The damn Guju referenced above is Jinnah, whose parents were Gujus living in Karachi (but, as we say, a Gudyu bleibt a Gudyu). Syed Tanveer Hussain is a damned Punjabi.
Further note: Non-damned Punjabis are known as Sikhs. Sikhs are excellent people. Muslim Punjabis aren't. Do not confuse the two.
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