An Indian man has recently taken it to a whole new level by marrying a dog. Apparently, he did this to redeem himself for stoning two dogs to death 15 years back.
*Shudder*
I guess this newly developed ‘conscience’ was heightened by yet another little fact that he was suffering from some sort of paralysis and loss of hearing in one ear; and the local pundits ‘prescribed’ that he was still carrying the ‘curse’ of brutally killing those animals and it needed to be ‘made right’ by ‘marrying’ another animal of the same species.
Firstly- how do these two incidents compensate each other? I mean- by what logic you can make a heartless ‘murder’ of two innocent animals okay- by ‘marrying’ another?! What has happened to you? Have you forgotten that you have a ‘brain’? Apparently so!
Secondly- I bet he was thinking that he was doing that poor dog a favour by marrying her despite her being a ‘lower rank’ animal than himself. I mean, what is it with humans and their (sometimes religious) belief that all the animals on this earth were ‘created’ to ‘serve’ them?! Really, what is it with this crap?
Superstitions prevail in different levels in all cultures, I am sure; and India- like many- is oftentimes crossing the limit of sanity or common sense. Unfortunately, this is not limited to the poor and illiterate, as one might assume. This creeps into the lives of the educated, urbanized, rich and famous just the same.
Example? Well... take the Aishwarya Rai incident for one- where Ms Rai, a prominent Bollywood actress and former Miss World was made to marry a tree in order to cleanse herself of the curse (of being born 'under the influence of the planet Mars') that brings some sort of bad luck or possible death to the first man she marries.
After all- by this action the tree will bear the consequences of the 'curse' (the ‘sacrificial goat’) and her future ‘human’ husband would be safe. Yet again, obviously, wronging the mute and innocent trees is not deemed as a ‘sin’; in fact, it is even permissible. And c’mon- marrying a tree??!! So much for the 21st Century crap! Looks like Stone Age to me.
One last word before I go today- I think it is time these pundits/ those clergymen and mullahs are made responsible for the sermons they produce while playing with the brains of the illiterate trusting idiots. They hold far too much power in their hands than it is safe. I truly think they are like arsonists- mentally ill, power hungry and destructive- and by no means deserves the feverish obedience they receive.
Who is with me on this?
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This era of Facebook-ators...
Facebook; a modern day tool for keeping in touch with everyone who may or may not be interested in every minute detail of our lives. It’s good... really, except perhaps for the second by second status updates.
I’m not a fan of that. Not at all, no.
But then tolerance and a little extra knowledge cannot hurt. After all, it does not hurt to know that Sammy went to Vegas on a vacation, or that Timmy there is having coffee, or that Stevie is drunk.
Useless information that you’d give a rat’s ass for, true, but still okay. I decide to chill out, take a deep breath and tell myself that it’s all good, worse things have happened after all.
That’s when Liz goes personal... say... she brings the bedroom to her status update. Ummm... okay. Liz, did you just write... umm... THAT..!!
I laugh... and life goes on. I laugh a bit more. I decide Facebook has good entertainment value sometimes and is a ‘keep’!
That’s until Nelly poses a question in form of yet another status update: Do I have stop being a daughter when I am a wife?
Since you asked- no Nelly- you do not. No, and no, not even when you are the sicko who is the daughter and wife for the same man! Eww... lets draw the line at incest, shall we?
But of course, I don’t say that. Mommy taught me to be civil, after all. I fail miserably at times. This post is a burning example of that fail- as you see. Instead, I check Nelly’s number of friends.
250.
TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY!!!!
It does seem too many to be receiving this question. Hell, even 5 seem too many! But, is it just me?
It does not stop there unfortunately. Sometimes Nelly, sometimes Stevie, sometimes Nikilesh- a page full of personal stuffs look at me in form of status updates, and I keep feeling like the proverbial fish-out-of-water:
Hmm... these seem personal, more personal than what Liz shared- to be honest. And I wonder what am I missing?!!
I guess these are shouts for attention.... ‘LOUD’ shouts! And, it seems like I am not alone in this thought, others are having similar thoughts too. Some experts say that Facebook statuses say a lot about who you are as a person. I think I agree. I think Nelly is obsessed with herself and a miserable whiney attention freak, so is Liz- less whiney and just as miserable .... and Stevie, Timmy and Sammy are just plain boring....
I guess that makes me a judgement passing stalker.
May be it’s time the FB-world should look up the word ‘Personal’ in the dictionary? And while that happens- I can give a good ‘once over’ to my list of friends.
And you? You, meanwhile, can have a look at this. I thought it was a good read.
I’m not a fan of that. Not at all, no.
But then tolerance and a little extra knowledge cannot hurt. After all, it does not hurt to know that Sammy went to Vegas on a vacation, or that Timmy there is having coffee, or that Stevie is drunk.
Useless information that you’d give a rat’s ass for, true, but still okay. I decide to chill out, take a deep breath and tell myself that it’s all good, worse things have happened after all.
That’s when Liz goes personal... say... she brings the bedroom to her status update. Ummm... okay. Liz, did you just write... umm... THAT..!!
I laugh... and life goes on. I laugh a bit more. I decide Facebook has good entertainment value sometimes and is a ‘keep’!
That’s until Nelly poses a question in form of yet another status update: Do I have stop being a daughter when I am a wife?
Since you asked- no Nelly- you do not. No, and no, not even when you are the sicko who is the daughter and wife for the same man! Eww... lets draw the line at incest, shall we?
But of course, I don’t say that. Mommy taught me to be civil, after all. I fail miserably at times. This post is a burning example of that fail- as you see. Instead, I check Nelly’s number of friends.
250.
TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY!!!!
It does seem too many to be receiving this question. Hell, even 5 seem too many! But, is it just me?
It does not stop there unfortunately. Sometimes Nelly, sometimes Stevie, sometimes Nikilesh- a page full of personal stuffs look at me in form of status updates, and I keep feeling like the proverbial fish-out-of-water:
“I have hernia”
“Am I the sacrificial goat in this relationship?”
“I pine for Sally. I love you so much, Sally-kins. Ummmmmmah...”
Hmm... these seem personal, more personal than what Liz shared- to be honest. And I wonder what am I missing?!!
I guess these are shouts for attention.... ‘LOUD’ shouts! And, it seems like I am not alone in this thought, others are having similar thoughts too. Some experts say that Facebook statuses say a lot about who you are as a person. I think I agree. I think Nelly is obsessed with herself and a miserable whiney attention freak, so is Liz- less whiney and just as miserable .... and Stevie, Timmy and Sammy are just plain boring....
I guess that makes me a judgement passing stalker.
May be it’s time the FB-world should look up the word ‘Personal’ in the dictionary? And while that happens- I can give a good ‘once over’ to my list of friends.
And you? You, meanwhile, can have a look at this. I thought it was a good read.