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hoodwink Hollywood and myths about Voodoo

by modjo @ Tuesday, Nov. 29, 2005 - 18:07:33

Vodun (a.k.a. Vodoun, Voudou, Voodoo, Sevi Lwa) is commonly called Voodoo by the public. The name is traceable to an African word for "spirit". Vodun's can be directly traced to the West African Yoruba people who lived in 18th and 19th century Dahomey. Its roots may go back 6,000 years in Africa. That country occupied parts of today's Togo, Benin and Nigeria. Slaves brought their religion with them when they were forcibly shipped to Haiti and other islands in the West Indies.
Slaves were baptized into the Roman Catholic Church upon their arrival in Haiti and other West Indian islands. However, there was little Christian infrastructure present during the early 19th century to maintain the faith. The result was that the slaves largely followed their original native faith. This they practiced in secret, even while attending Mass regularly.

Today over 60 million people practice Vodun worldwide. Religions similar to Vodun can be found in South America where they are called Umbanda, Quimbanda or Candomble.
Today, there are two virtually unrelated forms of the religion:

the actual religion, Vodun practiced in Benin, Dominican Republic, Ghana, Haiti, Togo and various centers in the US - largely where Haitian refuges have settled.

an evil, imaginary religion, which we will call Voodoo. It has been created for Hollywood movies, complete with "voodoo dolls", violence, bizarre rituals, etc. It does not exist in reality, except in the minds of most non-Voduns.

An inaccurate and sensational book (S. St. John, "Haiti or the Black Republic") was written in 1884. It described Vodun as a profoundly evil religion, and included lurid descriptions of human sacrifice, cannibalism, etc., some of which had been extracted from Vodun priests by torture. This book caught the imagination of people outside the West Indies, and was responsible for much of the misunderstanding and fear that is present today. Hollywood found this a rich source for Voodoo screen plays. Horror movies began in the 1930's and continue today to misrepresent Vodun. It is only since the late 1950's that accurate studies by anthropologists have been published.

Vodun beliefs:
Vodun, like Christianity, is a religion of many traditions. Each group follows a different spiritual path and worships a slightly different pantheon of spirits, called Loa. The word means "mystery" in the Yoruba language.
Yoruba traditional belief included a chief God Olorun, who is remote and unknowable. He authorized a lesser God Obatala to create the earth and all life forms. A battle between the two Gods led to Obatala's temporary banishment.
There are hundreds of minor spirits. Those which originated from Dahomey are called Rada; those who were added later are often deceased leaders in the new world and are called Petro.

Followers of Vodun believe that each person has a soul which is composed of two parts: a gros bon ange or "big guardian angel", and a ti bon ange or "little guardian angel". The latter leaves the body during sleep and when the person is possessed by a Loa during a ritual. There is a concern that the ti bon ange can be damaged or captured by evil sorcery while it is free of the body.

Vodun rituals:
The purpose of rituals is to make contact with a spirit, to gain their favor by offering them animal sacrifices and gifts, to obtain help in the form of more abundant food, higher standard of living, and improved health. Human and Loa depend upon each other; humans provide food and other materials; the Loa provide health, protection from evil spirits and good fortune. Rituals are held to celebrate lucky events, to attempt to escape a run of bad fortune, to celebrate a seasonal day of celebration associated with a Loa, for healing, at birth, marriage and death.

Vodun priests can be male (houngan or hungan), or female (mambo). A Vodun temple is called a hounfour (or humfort). At its center is a poteau-mitan a pole where the God and spirits communicate with the people. An altar will be elaborately decorated with candles, pictures of Christian saints, symbolic items related to the Loa, etc. Rituals consist of some of the following components:

a feast before the main ceremony

creation of a veve, a pattern of flour or cornmeal on the floor which is unique to the Loa for whom the ritual is to be conducted

shaking a rattle and beating drums which have been cleansed and purified

chanting

dancing by the houngan and/or mambo and the hounsis (students studying Vodun). The dancing will typically build in intensity until one of the dancers (usually a hounsis) becomes possessed by a Loa and falls. His or her ti bon ange has left their body and the spirit has taken control. The possessed dancer will behave as the Loa and is treated with respect and ceremony by the others present.

animal sacrifice; this may be a goat, sheep, chicken, or dog. They are usually humanely killed by slitting their throat; blood is collected in a vessel. The possessed dancer may drink some of the blood. The hunger of the Loa is then believed to be satisfied. The animal is usually cooked and eaten. Animal sacrifice is a method of consecrating food for consumption by followers of Vodun, their gods and ancestors.

Evil sorcery:
The houngan and mambos confine their activities to "white" magic which is used to bring good fortune and healing. However caplatas (also known as bokors) perform acts of evil sorcery or black magic, sometimes called "left-handed Vodun". Rarely, a houngan will engage in such sorcery; a few alternate between white and dark magic.
One belief unique to Vodun is that a dead person can be revived after having been buried. After resurrection, the zombie has no will of their own, but remains under the control of others. In reality, a zombie is a living person who has never died, but is under the influence of powerful drugs administered by an evil sorcerer. Although most Haitians believe in zombies, few have ever seen one. There are a few recorded instances of persons who have claimed to be zombies.

Sticking pins in "voodoo dolls" was once used as a method of cursing an individual by some followers of Vodun in New Orleans; this practice continues occasionally in South America. The practice became closely associated with Voodoo in the public mind through the vehicle of horror movies.


 
 

Om: Symbol of the Absolute

by modjo @ Saturday, Nov. 26, 2005 - 20:43:51

"The goal which all the Vedas declare, which all austerities aim at, and which men desire when they lead the life of continence … is OM. This syllable OM is indeed Brahman. Whosoever knows this syllable obtains all that he desires. This is the best support; this is the highest support. Whosoever knows this support is adored in the world of Brahma."
~ Katha Upanishad I


'Om or Aum is of paramount importance in Hinduism. This symbol is a sacred syllable representing Brahman, the impersonal Absolute — omnipotent, omnipresent, and the source of all manifest existence. Brahman, in itself, is incomprehensible; so a symbol becomes mandatory to help us realize the Unknowable. Om, therefore, represents both the unmanifest (nirguna) and manifest (saguna) aspects of God. That is why it is called Pranava, to mean that it pervades life and runs through our prana or breath.

The Eternal Syllable
According to the Mandukya Upanishad "Om is the one eternal syllable of which all that exists is but the development. The past, the present, and the future are all included in this one sound, and all that exists beyond the three forms of time is also implied in it".

The Music of Om
Om is not a word but rather an intonation, which, like music, transcends the barriers of age, race, culture and even species. It is made up of three Sanskrit letters, aa, au and ma which, when combined together, make the sound Aum or Om. It is believed to be the basic sound of the world and to contain all other sounds. It is a mantra or prayer in itself. If repeated with the correct intonation, it can resonate throughout the body so that the sound penetrates to the centre of one's being, the atman or the soul.

There is harmony, peace and bliss in this simple but deeply philosophical sound. By vibrating the sacred syllable Om, the supreme combination of letters, if one thinks of the Ultimate Personality of Godhead and quits his body, he will certainly reach the highest state of "stateless" eternity, states the Bhagavad Gita.

The Vision of Om
Om provides a dualistic viewpoint. On one hand, it projects the mind beyond the immediate to what is abstract and inexpressible. On the other hand, it makes the absolute more tangible and comprehensive. It encompasses all potentialities and possibilities; it is everything that was, is, or can yet be. It is omnipotent and likewise remains undefined.

The Power of Om
While meditating, when we chant Om, we create within ourselves a vibration that attunes sympathy with the cosmic vibration and we start thinking universally. The momentary silence between each chant becomes palpable. Mind moves between the opposites of sound and silence until, at last, it ceases the sound. In the silence, the single thought—Om—is quenched; there is no thought. This is the state of trance, where the mind and the intellect are transcended as the individual self merges with the Infinite Self in the pious moment of realization. It is a moment when the petty worldly affairs are lost in the desire for the universal. Such is the immeasurable power of Om.'

The whole world has evolved from Om;
The whole word is sustained by Om;
The whole world will merge into Om-
In Om resides my strength

Turn me on.....

by modjo @ Saturday, Nov. 26, 2005 - 19:52:12

It's saturday again....

I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another rainy Saturday afternoon
I'm wasting my time
I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast
I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely
I'm waiting for you
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm sitting here
I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for me
Isolation I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree.......

Have a couple pass of Bacardi Blast haplessly lying on the wretched desk... RK'd supposedly be back by 8-as he's promised .... otherwise he'd have a blast..I promise-:>:-[:>:-[
why r men so irresponsible..I still don't understand....|-|

The Power of 'Aum'.........

by modjo @ Friday, Nov. 25, 2005 - 18:27:48

Everything under the sun is in tune......
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon......
PINK FLOYD

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by modjo @ Friday, Nov. 25, 2005 - 15:33:40

:roll: :)):DD:yes:
Gone are the days
When
The school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,
yet managed to line up
for daily morning prayers.
We learnt writing with pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and
then to Micro tips.
We began drawing with crayons and evolved
to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
We started calculating first with tables
and then with Clarke's tables and
advanced to calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the
corridors in Intervals,
and returned to the classrooms
Drenched in sweat.
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and
even in cycle sheds.
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table was awaited more eagerly than
the monsoons.
When cricket was played with writing pads as
bats, And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played "kabadi" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the
Confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats in our School bus.
While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint" and
" milk ice !" at 4o Clock.
Gone are the days Of Sports Day,
and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long
preparations for them.
Gone are the days Of the stressful
Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when
we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience , all this and more.
Gone are the days when we used
to talk for hours with our friends.
Now we don't have time to say a HI.
Gone are the days when we played games on the road.
Now we code on the road with laptop.
Gone are the days when we saw stars
shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn't
work.
Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds.
Now we chat in chat rooms.....
Gone are the days where we studied just to pass.
Now we study to save our job...
Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts..
Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart ...
Gone are the days where we shouted on the road.
Now we dont shout even at home...
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will
be Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever .....

"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling but in rising every time you fall."- Nelson Mandela

by modjo @ Friday, Nov. 25, 2005 - 14:12:00

Sad nah? How often we overlook our responsibilities......
We must be the change we wish to see in the world.....

The Legend of Zorro

by modjo @ Thursday, Nov. 24, 2005 - 19:35:41


If you don't like Saturday morning cartoons, children's adventure movies, and silly fun, then don't bother seeing this film. Otherwise, you'll have a good time.

'The filmmakers take major liberties with history, human behavior, and the laws of physics, but it really doesn't matter. They're not going for realism. They wanted to make a flamboyant PG-rated kids' movie and succeeded. The characters all behave pretty much the way they do in kids' movies, and the cast is obviously having far too much fun.'

Strengths of the movie include admirable performing by the Alejandro and Elena as well as the elements of laughter .....

Of contentment et al……….

by modjo @ Thursday, Nov. 24, 2005 - 19:15:53

..... just that everything went perfectly well… for no reason whatsoever .... Office went smooth.... SM was in his best mood, appreciating all that I did today..... Notwithstanding the soggy weather, everybody seemed chirpy .....
Finally found the two VCDs I had been looking for ages- ‘ F.R.I.E.N.D.S’ and an Indian crossover movie called ‘English August’......

Happy Blogging everybody...:DD;):D

check this site…. .......

by modjo @ Thursday, Nov. 24, 2005 - 17:32:57

for those who'd like to bring about a change .....

www.countercurrents.org

"Marriage has lots of pain but celibacy has no pleasures"

by modjo @ Monday, Nov. 21, 2005 - 19:34:50

What is a vow,
but an intention
spoken out before the world
so that the world, in hearing,
might take part
in aspirations
of the willing heart?

Marriage! Looking into the future with utmost hope and excitement…. taking his hand and pledge your love to him for all eternity…… filled with this incredible emotion that wells up inside….. It overflows and reaches every part of the soul…….. such a wonderful emotion...
I'm not sure what to call it. A little word like love doesn't seem big enough to describe it. But I guess there is no other word....with no word to truly express the depth of love, the joy of emotion, the certainty of commitment…..

'What greater thing is there for two human souls,
than to feel that they are joined for life-
to strengthen each other in all labor,
to rest on each other in all sorrow,
to minister to each other in all pain,
to be one with each other
in silent unspeakable memories ...'

George Eliot

Smoke is goin' down- Scorpions

by modjo @ Saturday, Nov. 19, 2005 - 13:03:48

Just when you make your way back home
I find some time to be alone
I go to see the place once more
Just like a thousand nights before
I climb the stage again this night
’cause the place seems still alive
When the smoke is going down

This is the place where I belong
I really love to turn you on
I’ve got your sound still in my ear
While your traces disappear
I climb the stage again this night
’cause the place seems still alive
When the smoke is going down

I climb the stage again this night
’cause the place seems still alive
When the smoke is going down..........

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine

Salutation of the Dawn

by modjo @ Saturday, Nov. 19, 2005 - 12:07:11

Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Verities and Realities of your Existence.
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And To-morrow is only a Vision;
But To-day well lived makes
Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!

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by modjo @ Friday, Nov. 18, 2005 - 16:26:53

They may torture my body, break my bones even kill me, then they will have my dead body — but not my obedience.

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi

Let Her Cry- Hootie and the Blowfish

by modjo @ Monday, Nov. 14, 2005 - 13:47:31

She sits alone by a lamppost
Tryin' to find a thought that's escaped her mind
She says: Dad's the one I love the most
But Stipe's not far behind

She never lets me in
Only tells me where she's been
When she's had too much to drink
I say that I don't care
I just run my hands through her dark hair
Then I pray to God you gotta help me fly away
And just...

Let her cry if the tears fall down like rain
Let her sing if it eases all her pain
Let her go, let her walk right out on me
And if the sun comes up tomorrow
Let her be, let her be

This morning I woke up alone
Found a note standin' by the phone
Sayin': "Baby, maybe I'll be back someday"
I wanted to look for you
You walked in, I didn't know just what I should do
So I sat back down and had a beer and felt sorry for myself
Sayin'...

Last night I tried to leave
Cried so much I couldn't believe
She was the same girl I fell in love with long ago
She went in the back to get high
And I sat down on my couch and cried
Yellin': "Oh-Mama, please help me!
Won't you hold my hand?!"
And...

My disposition after an Intellectual Property presentation ...

by modjo @ Saturday, Nov. 12, 2005 - 19:00:54

Had a presentation on Intellectual Property, today in office...Tried hard to concentrate... Intellectual Property does in no way stimulate my intellect.... now-a-days nothing does... feel so saturated with thoughts at times... probably I miss my city immensely... though have no reason to be sad... my sweet darling boyfriend tries every bit to make me happy... makes futile attempts to look happy even after watching slap-stick Hindi movies on my assertion... doesn't even mind dining on a drab Vegetarian delicacy in his favorite Mainland China on his birthday inspite of being a strict non-Vegetarian.... so why unnecessarily miss all the fun, hanging on to what's left behind... I have strong expertise to believe that I'd catch up soon ...
However weekend's yet another mess... had a perfect plan of jamming, gracing our presence in the OktoberFest in Bangalore... but our plans are subject to last minute changes.... as usual...

...

Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens...
Bright copper kettles
And warm woollen mittens...
Brown paper packages tied up with strings..
These are a few of my favorite things

Happy blooging...

WIND OF CHANGE

by modjo @ Friday, Nov. 11, 2005 - 22:40:27

I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change
An August summer night
Soldiers passing by
Listening to the wind of change

The world is closing in
Did you ever think
That we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air
I can feel it everywhere
Blowing with the wind of change

Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away
In the wind of change

Walking down the street
Distant memories
Are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva
Down to Gorky Park
Listening to the wind of change

The wind of change
Blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell
For peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing
What my guitar wants to say

Music:Klaus Meine
Lyrics:Klaus Meine

"Never try to prove anything because those that care don't matter and those that matter don't care".

by modjo @ Friday, Nov. 11, 2005 - 21:21:28

Had an exceptionally long day... nothing much happening... or probably I didn't let anything happen ... my first day in new office.... kept me very monotonously busy .... I probably am lingering too much on my past... experiencing a wierd abstraction... or confusion , should I say... can't relate myself to this city... tommorrow is Saturday... looking forward...

STRENGTH
written by: G. Scott Compton
Copyright ©2004 G. Scott Compton

To the strong soul who learns to defy his or her own fears.

Life is a test insistent upon strength
Each person is challenged at analogous lengths
Yet the vie to subsist will exhaust the timorous some
For the Lord's race is imputed to all...to run

This is to avow: you must believe
As you are special...allow no one to deceive
For what you have learned will make you stronger
If only to love and be loved one day longer

Others may look upon the Sun going down
A vanishing hope, the benighted frowns
But you must learn to see the resilience of the night
As a testament to each given day...to your unforgiving might

Thus revere your kin and formative youth
Whilst both bleed one's vigor to nourish this truth:
Strength is innate and must be held deep inside
A rule in life's book by which everyone should abide

So tonight when the Sun has given up and retired
Look upon the day and all that which you have inspired
For everything you wish for will someday come true
Your strength is there....your strength is YOU!

Happy Blogging

DurgaPuja

by modjo @ Monday, Nov. 07, 2005 - 19:44:27

Durga Puja is more than a festival, it is a celebration of life, culture, popular customs and traditions. It is a time of reunion and rejuvenation to love, to share and to care.
Spending most of the important parts of my life in Calcutta Durga Puja has always been a festival of utter enthusiasm for me...The four-day fair - has become an indispensable part of my life no matter where I stay.

So for all those who know 'bout the festival n also for those who doesn't, here's a glimpse of the divinely beautiful Durgaidol...
Happy blogging...

a little trivia on India

by modjo @ Saturday, Nov. 05, 2005 - 16:09:38

EDUCATION /Qualification:

Stood first in BA (Hons), Economics, Panjab University, Chandigarh,1952;
Stood first in MA (Economics), Panjab University, Chandigarh,
1954;
Wright's Prize for distinguished performance at St John's College,Cambridge,1955 and 1957;
Wrenbury scholar, University of Cambridge,1957;
DPhil (Oxford), DLitt (Honoris Causa);
PhD thesis on India's export competitiveness

OCCUPATION /Teaching Experience:

Professor (Senior lecturer, Economics, 1957-59; Reader, Economics, 1959-63;
Professor, Economics, Panjab University, Chandigarh, 1963-65; Professor,International Trade, Delhi School of Economics,University of Delhi, 1969-71;
Honorary professor, Jawaharlal Nehru University,New Delhi,1976 and Delhi School of Economics, University of Delhi,1996 and
Civil Servant

Working Experience/ POSITIONS:

1971-72: Economic advisor, ministry of foreign trade
1972-76: Chief economic advisor, ministry of finance
1976-80: Director, Reserve Bank of India; Director, Industrial Development Bank of India;
Alternate governor for India, Board of governors, Asian Development Bank;
lternate governor for India, Board of governors, IBRD
November 1976 - April 1980: Secretary, ministry of finance (Department of economic affairs);
Member, finance, Atomic Energy Commission; Member,finance, Space Commission
April 1980 - September 15, 1982: Member-secretary, Planning Commission
1980-83: Chairman, India Committee of the Indo-Japan joint study committee
September 16, 1982 - January 14, 1985: Governor, Reserve Bank of India.
1982-85: Alternate Governor for India, Board of governors, International Monetary Fund
1983-84: Member, economic advisory council to the Prime Minister
1985: President, Indian Economic Association
January 15, 1985 - July 31, 1987: Deputy Chairman, Planning Commission
August 1, 1987 - November 10, 1990: Secretary-general and commissioner, south commission, Geneva
December 10, 1990 - March 14, 1991: Advisor to the Prime Minister on economic affairs
March 15, 1991 - June 20, 1991: Chairman, UGC
June 21, 1991 - May 15, 1996: Union finance minister
October 1991: Elected to Rajya Sabha from Assam on Congress ticket
June 1995: Re-elected to Rajya Sabha
1996 onwards: Member, Consultative Committee for the ministry of finance
August 1, 1996 - December 4, 1997: Chairman, Parliamentary standing committee on commerce
March 21, 1998 onwards: Leader of the Opposition, Rajya Sabha
June 5, 1998 onwards: Member, committee on finance
August 13, 1998 onwards: Member, committee on rules
Aug 1998-2001: Member, committee of privileges 2000 onwards: Member, executive committee, Indian parliamentary group
June 2001: Re-elected to Rajya Sabha
Aug 2001 onwards: Member, general purposes committee

BOOKS:
India's Export Trends and Prospects for Self-Sustained Growth -Clarendon Press, Oxford University, 1964;
also published a large number of articles in various economic journals.

OTHER ACCOMPLISHMENTS:

Adam Smith Prize, University of Cambridge, 1956
Padma Vibhushan, 1987
Euro money Award, Finance Minister of the Year, 1993;
Asia money Award, Finance Minister of the Year for Asia, 1993 and 1994

INTERNATIONAL ASSIGNMENTS:

1966: Economic Affairs Officer
1966-69: Chief, financing for trade section, UNCTAD
1972-74: Deputy for India in IMF Committee of Twenty on International Monetary Reform
1977-79: Indian delegation to Aid-India Consortium Meetings
1980-82: Indo-Soviet joint planning group meeting
1982: Indo-Soviet monitoring group meeting
1993: Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting Cyprus 1993: Human
Rights World Conference, Vienna

RECREATION:

Gymkhana Club, New Delhi;
Life Member, India International Centre, New Delhi

Name: Dr Manmohan Singh - Prime Minister of India

Why women are special...

by modjo @ Saturday, Nov. 05, 2005 - 15:00:49

Mum and Dad were watching TV when Mum said, "I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."

She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches.
Rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container,put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee pot for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load of clothes into the washer, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on the table, put the phone back on the charger and put the telephone book into the drawer. She watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry. She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom.
She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the excursion and pulled a text book out from hiding under the chair.
She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store.
She put both near her bag Mum then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser, put on her Night Solution & age fighting moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked and the patio light was on. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out their bedside lamps and radios, hung up a shirt, threw some dirty socks into the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In her own room, she set the alarm; laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her 6 most important things to do list. She said her prayers, and visualized the accomplishment of her goals.

About that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular. "I'm going to bed." And he did...without another thought.

Death can't be closer than this

by modjo @ Saturday, Nov. 05, 2005 - 14:51:54

If I were

by modjo @ Friday, Nov. 04, 2005 - 14:01:34

If I were a month, I would be: October.

If I were a day of the week, I would be: Saturday.

If I were a time of day, I would be: a windy evening.

If I were a planet, I would be: Earth.

If I were a season, I would be: winter.

If I were a sea animal, I would be: finned.

If I were a direction, I would be: South-East.

If I were a piece of furniture, I would be: a bed.

If I were a sin, I would be: lust

If I were a liquid, I would be: Sprite.

If I were a fraud, I would be: in politics.

If I were a gem, I would: always be diamond.

If I were a tree, I would be: a 'champa' tree.

If I were a tool, I would be a: lever.

If I were a flower, I would be: a sunflower.

If I were a kind of weather, I would be: snowy.

If I were a musical instrument, I would be: a grand piano.

If I were an animal, I would be: a lucid pup.

If I were an emotion, I would be: passionate.

If I were a vegetable, I would be: a tikhi mirch.

If I were a sound, I would be: tinkling of wind-chimes.

If I were an element, I would be: radium.

If I were a car, I would be: sporty.

If I were a song, I would be: “It's my life......”

If I were a food, I would be: the grain of rice blessed by Lord Krishna, for the Pandavas.

If I were a place, I would be: my home in Calcutta.

If I were a material, I would be: lycra.

If I were a taste, I would be: tangy.

If I were a scent, I would be: the smell of earth after the rain.

If I were a religion, I would be: humanity.

If I were a sentence, I would be: simple.

If I were a body part, I would be: my pair of eyes.

If I were a facial expression, I would be: always amused.

If I were a subject in school, I would be: civics.

If I were a shape, I would be: rhombus.

If I were a quantity, I would be: 1/1.

If I were a color, I would be: blood red.

If I were a thing, I would be: a mirror.

If I were a landmass, I would: have never caused a quake.

If I were a book, I would be: Kamasutra.

If I were a monument, I would be: Jantar Mantar.

If I were an artist, I would be: playing the piano.

If I were a collection of poems, I would be: pleonastic

If I were a landscape, I would be: romancing the rain.

If I were a watch, I would be: punctual.

If I were God, I would be: dissatisfied with my creation

If I were a vowel, I would be: an I, always.

If I were a consonant, I would be: sad

If I were a Science, I would be: medical science

If I were a formula, I would: confuse people.

If I were a theory, I would be: confusing people more.

If I were a famous person, I would :have an attitude

If I were an electronic equipment, I would be: a TV with a DVD player.

If I were sport, I would be: playful

If I were a movie, I would be: The Legend of Zorrro

If I were a cartoon, I would be: Jerry

If I were an explorer, I would be: Indiana Jones.

If I were a scientist, I would be: no less than Einstein

If I were a relation, I would be: a friend.

If I were a river, I would be: always wanting to meet the sea

If I were intoxication, I would be: looks

If I were alone, I would be: very lonely

If I were a question, then I would be: What?

If I were a hobby, I would be: music.

If I were a habit, I would be: nagging.

If I were in an atom, I would be: an electron.

If I were a beginning, I would be: “…and they lived happily ever after…”

If I were an end, I would: melodramatic!

If I were you, I would: never be reading this.

stop slogging all day; come n blog away

by modjo @ Wednesday, Nov. 02, 2005 - 15:47:35

Say What You Want (powerless) - Nelly Furtado

Paint my face in your magazines
Make it look whiter than it seems
Paint me over with your dreams
Shove away my ethnicity
Burn every notion that I may have a flame inside to fight
And say just what is on my mind
Without offending your might

Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do
So say what you want
Say what you want

I saw her face outside today
Weatherworn, looking all the rage
They took her passion and her gaze and made a poster
Now it’s moccasins we sport
We take the culture and contort
Perhaps only to distort what we are hiding

Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless what are you gonna do
But say what you want
Say what you want

Hey you, the one, the one outside, are you ever gonna get in, get in
Hey you, the one that don’t fit in, how ya, how ya gonna get in
Hey you, the one outside, are you ever gonna get in with your
Broken teeth, broken jaw, broken mojo
Yeah, this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do

Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do
Cuz this life is too short to live it just for you
But when you feel so powerless, what are you gonna do
Say what you want, say what you want, say, say, say

Cuz this life is too short,
just for you


 
 

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