The folly of being a human being.

It’s great to be God. I am God since the last many days.

I am dressed up like God.

NOW, I am not stunned by a bill summary after an auto rickshaw travel. At times they don’t fight for coins and push me pay less than the meter. Nowadays I am not bewildered by a phony bill after a fruit purchase. In fact they put more fruits to my basket. I am treated fair everywhere. I am pleased.

And later when I become man, I know, the case is going to be no different from before. The same auto drivers and fruit vendors will turn ugly.

And therefore, it’s great to be God and be God always!

Guilt

TRUTH
The Crown of thorns
On the king
Who’ll cry for him?
Good ends; false begins
It is the guilt of wealth

SCIENCE
‘Man has nothing,
The whole world begs
Before me, my grace
For everything
I’m such a superb guy’
Effort ends, power begins
It is the guilt of the machine

BEAUTY
The marble palace
Her chanting eyes
The passionate affair
Euphoria!
Wine sparkles, cheers!
Love ends; romance begins
It is the guilt of time

ME
The stoppage time
Last breath
Still eyes thirsty...
Not enough-O' -I’m young
Life ends; darkness begins
It is the guilt of birth

About the holiday

I was off sick yesterday. Working from (for:) home. Things are almost under my control (esp stomach) now!
I was really tired after a hectic travel.
Made Diwali a memorable one, with my home maker, roomie .It was a plan made in no time. There was no other choice for such a long weekend. Home has now become a petty Bourgeoisie concept. Pilgrimage was the only way out

Started off to Hassan, then to Belur ,then to Halebedu to Chikkamangalur to Sringeri to Bajagoli to Putangadi to Dharmasthala to Kuke Subramanya to Sulliya and back to Bangaluru.

“Majestic” was not the station from which we started the journey but the fabulous architectural works in Belur and Halebedu

Remarkable was the dip in river Thunga (see photo).Those yummy yummy dosas,Idlies,vadas @Uduppi hotels(not to forget those coffees and sambars)

Hope you understood 'why yesterday, I was sick off'?

Do Women need equal status??

Before those Women splash themselves in Toronto and Cannes, in a small Cinema house Asha, in Kottayam, I saw them.

Before the English, the French and many others embrace those characters, I met them live on release.

One a Prostitute, one Virgin, an awaiting Mother and a Spinster.

Rarely do we see people clapping their hands after a movie.

Fabulous weekend went by, with great discussions on the well being of women.There were many arguments and many questions.One was 'do Women need equal status as men?'

and my answer for the question was:

Women shouldn’t ask for equal rights as men. Women stands higher than men and if they ask for an equal status, the literally are coming down.