the 2.5 days bombay stood still

when i begun writing this post all i had in mind was what happened to us last week. i had 60 hours in mind. to me that was blood on OUR hands. we all let it happen to us. we cant blame anybody else. because we are complacent. we are easily subdued, we are always looking to please. we want to do what is right in front of the world because we are what we are. because we are a peaceful people. but peaceful people dont have to compromise to fit into a global society. the very same society that treats us like we are a spill over. there is no real reason for tears to fall, the fact is we are just pretense. always lions at home. we will attack our own, kill our own. murder our own for reasons political, for reasons that defy moral thought patterns. but when we are attacked, when we are slaughtered by outsiders, we cry out to the very same we killed(read very carefully and understand).

in a way we deserve what has happened to us. we have provided. the outsiders sought this and we gave into them. we cant ever unite because our puppeteers wont relinquish. we are willing to be brainwashed. we are a SCARED lot, we are. the pillars are but a few. and we will interview their families and write posts on how this has shocked us and disgusted us.

let me make this clear, if the enemy is involved (and there are indications) - we must declare war and FINISH THIS. and if you think violence is not the way, tell this to the families who lost their own.



what follows is what i wanted to post initially.

a couple of evenings back, i was walking around. for once relaxed and not the usual "get-rid-of-the-agitation" walk. and i saw:

(this was in a store) a man clippin his nails and after being politely told by the attendant to not do that, answered back real rude like that he was going to buy the nail clippers.{and and whos gonna buy your nails?}

a lady that definitely had trouble walkin in those stilettos. but she did it anyway. it made her breasts jiggle. i think that was what she wanted. all male attention and female too, but the latter must have looked with a "is she that desperate?" look or perhaps "i wish i could be like that" look.(ok i didnt really look at her boobies that long, i was lookin at the amount of face paint she had)

the man who stands outside his store ogling at most women who pass by. hes got around 60-70 strands of hair on his head and he does the spiky look thing. really. i first noticed him sometime last year.{loser}{still loser}{makes me feel all bright n sunshiny}{loser}

a woman cryin so bitterly. but lady if u had paid a little more attention in holding hands than shopping u may have not lost your kid.

the new sandwich from hardees is really not bad.
she:"ser, we have new sandwich, do you want to try it?"

me:"ok"{still looking for the biggest combo meal i could find}

she:"meal, ser?"

me:"yes please and no ice with the drinks annnnddd extra salt on my fries please"

she:"woujuliike (she said it like it was one word) to try our curly fries?"

me:"how is that different from your regular fries?"

she then proceeds to get me a "sample" of curly fries. and it tastes different. its coated with spices or something of the sort before getting dunked i suppose.

me:"ok, ill have those. how much?"

she:"ser, blah blah KD"

me:"here u go"

she:"ill get it to your table"

me:"ok great. thanks"

she:"this is ALLLL new"

me:{this had better not be stuff that some one didnt eat and u decided to pick from their tray}"huh?"

she:"new ser"

me:"whaa..?"

she:"new meal ser"

me:"oh ok. ill be seated over there"

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and i dont feel much like drinking since i began my mini holiday.
the cold is finally here.