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OIL,TOIL,BOIL AND FOIL


After wandering the earth and having put their roots down in many countries,the jews finally returned to their so called holy land and ISRAEL was created.Thousands maybe much much more of palestinians were killed and their land either bought out or forcibly taken.And all this with the help of britain and america who wanted a joker,an ace up the sleeve in the oil rich region we call gulf.Oil makes the world go around for most humans and remember just humans and i will take a wager that soon global warming will be a reality and though the earth may go around,there won't be any life left on it.Our dependence on oil is equal to holding the tail of man eating tiger and i guess it is too late to let go.Okay if we let go and stop using oil,then how do we travel.how will we have power in our homes,see where i am getting at.Many decades from now,our grand children and the future generations will curse us for taking so much from earth without putting back or giving back.


See any partnership runs on equal terms and sharing.well forget partnerships,take a happy marriage or a great friendship and you will see that it works on a give and take policy.scoff, but sit and ponder for a minute.if you keep taking from your best friend soon he will tire and will think of you as a leech and not friend.if you dont treat your spouse well and with respect then after a short while you will not have peace or pleasure.well dwell on that and you will understand my drift.

If all these factors and rules are applicable to temporary relationships and our insignificant lives,then how do you think it applies to earth,nature and other large and long lasting partners.At some point in our selfish relationship with everything that we call earth and its inhabitants we are getting to get our due payback and it is not going to be pretty.i hope i am not around and especially crawling on bony,old and withered arse.


ISIS and the ongoing killings in the gulf is a matter of great interest.If you trace back all this,you can safely say that all this chaos and mayhem started with Israel and its allies.Stop and think and you will wonder why Israel is an ally of America and its cronies and they also do business with the rest of the muslim states who absolutely hate the jews and israel.Everything seems to be precariously balanced and if things should go out of hand then wow,i dont want to think of it.As of now israel is the only known country in the gulf region which has nuclear weapons and the rest of the world is happy with that but no they dont want any other muslim state to have nuclear weapons,specially IRAN for some mad leader might just do jihad on the whole region by launching tens of nuclear weapons in a jiffy and die peacefully knowing there will be 72 virgins waiting for him in heaven.for details read the lines below.

Also, the believers who make it into Paradise, male and female, are promised beautiful companions, known as "Houris" in Arabic. The Quran describes them in some detail as such:"Serving [the believers] will be immortal youths with jeweled and crystal cups filled with the purest wine which will neither give them headache nor hangover, with fruits and meats of their desire. They will be fair ones with lovely intense eyes like guarded pearls; A reward for the good deeds of their past life." (56:17-24)"We have created mates for them and made them virgins, matched in age, for the companions of the right hand." (56:35-38) .


America fought the soviets in afghanistan by training and arming mujahideen who later evolved into the AL QAEDA and with the help of JOHN RAMBO.But in the end were screwed by the same people and their leader OSAMA whom they hunted down and killed.

Corporate america rules the world,at least it tries to and the base is capitalism and the motto is PROFIT.The amount of oil reserves america has is supposed to be huge and yet they drain the gulf.Actually the people in the oil rich gulf region are poor sods.They only have oil to barter for all their needs and to support their harems.They have to sell oil to get dollars and to run the country and the rest of the oil money goes into investments in america and god knows maybe china.now if they act tough or try to compare sizes with uncle sam then he might just freeze their accounts and cash and also order their allies to do the same.


Everything in todays world seems to be balancing on a knife edge and all it needs is one tilt at the hands of a madman and global chaos will ensue,be ensured.I fill my tank at the gas station and after seeing the bill,i think okay no new underwear of no new jeans for a few months.I have got to find that sewing machine so i can start to darning those small holes in my frayed lingerie.Now why is that lingerie has to pronounced laangerie and not lingeri.
Muslims,terrorists,troublemakers,jihad are words on everyones lips but only if you are shallow and if you dive deep then well you know where they are coming from.It is like african americans or blacks who are supposed to commit the most crimes in america.well what do you expect,when their ancestors were dragged from their homes in africa and made to work as slaves in sugar plantations and other places.I doubt all that pain and violence has been erased from their memories and carry it till date.Who is going to heal their wounds and bring peace to their lives.who is going to bell the oil cat in the gulf region where fires are being stoked and innocent lives are lost everyday but oil is being pumped while the people who live their are being humped.

AC MURALI



"Did you really want to die?"
"No one commits suicide because they want to die."
"Then why do they do it?"
"Because they want to stop the pain." Tiffanie DeBartolo,



The monday which just passed had me reaching for the phone and calling rukku,who is first my dear friend and then my co-ordinator.I called her to get AC muralis mobile no.Things have not been going well the past year for me and they include missed opportunities and some which i regret not having taken up.But that is the game and how it is played and it is generally called life.you shrug and say,you win some and lose some.

After finishing MAHARANI in vijay tv,i wanted to take a break and think of what to do next with my life.Starting with SAARTHAKAM a malayalam serial in 1999 it had been a long and generally easy ride before the camera for the small screen.I did get a few film offers here and there but i could not do them for my dates were booked.I did manage to do one film called ASOKHA,a tamil film for KRODHAM FAME, PREM MENON.
Honestly steady work and regular ads kept me going and my lack of ambition aided the whole process of lethargy and cliches.

After having been away from tv serials and movies hard to come by,i thought let me not sit on past laurels and approach people and see if anything will happen.It was in this vein that i called up murali and chatted with him.I have known murali for quite some time and we have done a few ads together and also worked in a tv serial.COOL guy,always smiling,a good sense of humor and easy to talk with,easy to work with and generally easy to be with,some things which many dont say about me and that is the blunt truth.

I said "hi murali and he said "who is this".And we started chatting and he told me he was doing a jaya tv serial and had just shot for the pilot.he told me that when shooting started he would call me,so i could come to the location and meet up the director and unit.well that didnt happen and a couple of days later,rukku calls me and informs me that murali is no more.After saying bye.i put the phone down and sat quietly wondering what all this stupid life is about.Lord have mercy for i have been seeking answers to all these misfortunes which fall on us and push us towards the edge and some over never to be seen again.

Just a month ago,another friend and co-ordinator TARA UMESH lost her daughter when she committed suicide in bangalore.she was one of he nicest human beings i have known and the kindest.soft spoken and gentle like murali.How do you say goodbye and let go and can you let go.ever.

Those who are dead are not dead
They're just living in my head
And since I fell for that spell
I am living there as well
Oh..
Time is so short and I'm sure
There must be something more

COLDPLAY

Doing the right thing at the wrong time is easy to see when it is in a physical sense, isn't it?

Hi doc,
Thanks for sharing your thoughts,fears and pain.I really wish sometimes that i had a magic wand so that i can make my friends and loved ones lives easier.I feel more pain and feel more depressed when i see people i know suffer and there is nothing i can do to help or change it.At those times i run and hide and retreat like a wounded dog and talk to the ghosts in my head and try to work out a reason but end up with unreasonable explanations.Maybe that is where i get all my weird stories and thoughts and write such naansense.but truly the web of life is warped,twisted and there is no entity more cruel and harsher than the one who rules us all or made us all.so much sorrow,so much sadness and everyone going merry go around in this game of life.

On a Plane

The last to board the plane from Seattle to Dallas were a woman and three children. Before I knew it, two of the children were climbing over me while the woman and her four-year-old son sat behind. Almost immediately the young boy next to me kept asking his sister. "Where are we now?" I sighed to myself and thought, "I'll never get any work done."

Having heard the "Where-are-we-now?" question repeatedly, I turned to the children, showed them the in-flight magazine map, explained our flight path and estimated when we would land in Dallas. Soon they were telling me about their trip to Seattle to see their father who was in the hospital. As we traveled, they asked many questions and I soon forgot all about my work. As we were preparing to land, I asked how their father was doing. They grew quiet and the boy simply said, "He died."

"Oh I'm so sorry," I said. I suddenly realized that what we'd been doing was the most important work anyone could ever face: living, loving and growing in spite of heartbreak. When we said good-bye in Dallas the boy shook my hand and thanked me for being his "airline teacher" And I thanked him for being mine.

There are 3 kinds of men in the world:

Some remain single & make wonders happen,
Some have girlfriends & see wonders happen,
The rest get married & wonder what happened!?

Brig ML Khetrapal father of 2 Lt Arun Khetrpal, PVC died recently. This narration is a very touching one.

Brig ML Khetrapal:

My son goes to Sanawar, a school up in the Himalayas. It used to be a Military school (154 years old) and like any old school, Sanawar has its fair share of heroes amongst its old students. One such hero from that school that I want to write about is 2nd Lieutenant Arun Khetarpal, son of Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal. He was born on 14 October 1950, in Pune, Maharashtra. He was commissioned in the 17 Poona Horse on 13 June 1971, just a few months before the Indo-Pakistan 1971 war. The story of his heroism is as follows:

During the 1971 Indo-Pak War, the 47 Infantry Brigade, with the 17 Poona Horse under command, was ordered to establish a bridge-head across the Basantar river in Shakargarh sector. The 47 Inf. Bde. completed the task by 2100 hours on December 15th.. It was now for the engineers to breach the Pakistani mine-fields and make a safe lane for the induction of the 17 Poona Horse in support of the bridge-head.

While the engineers were half way through their task, the Indian troops at the bridge-head reported alarming activity of the Pakistani armour. They requested immediate tank support. But the mine-field had been cleared only partially by that time. At this critical juncture, the 17 Poona Horse decided to push through the mine-field come what may. By first light on December 16th, the regiment established a link-up between the armor and the infantry at the bridge-head.

At 0800 hours, the Pakistanis made a counter-attack with an armoured regiment, under the cover of a smoke screen. The target was the regimental pivot at Jarpal. As the Indians troops were heavily outnumbered, the Commander of 'B' Squadron requested reinforcement. At that time, 2nd Lt. Khetarpal was positioned close to the squadron with his troops in two tanks. He answered the call and moved out to face the Pakistani attack.
On the way, his troops came under fire from Pakistani strong points and recoilless gun nests, in the bridge-head zone.

2nd Lt. Khetarpal fiercely attacked these strong-points, over-ran Pakistani defences and captured many Pakistani soldiers and recoilless guns at gun point. During one of these attacks, the commander of his second tank was killed on the spot leaving him alone. But he continued attack on the Pakistani strongholds single-handed, until all the Pakistani positions were overwhelmed. He then raced to the 'B'Squadron position. By the time he reached there, the Pakistani tanks were on the retreat. He pursued and destroyed one of these tanks. The 'B' Squadron Commander could persuade him to fall back in line after great difficulty.

The Pakistanis soon reformed for a second attack. This time they chose the sector held by 2nd Lt. Arun Khetarpal and two other Officers, for the main attack. The Pakistani employed a complete armoured squadron against these three tanks in order to achieve a breakthrough.

A fierce tank battle followed. As many as ten Pakistani tanks were destroyed and of these 2nd Lieutenant Khetarpal alone destroyed four... In the thick of the battle, two of the three Indian tanks became casualties-one was hit and another suffered mechanical failure.

The third tank, which was 2nd Lt. Khetarpal's tank, also received a shot and burst into flames. The Commander of the tank troops ordered 2nd Lt. Khetarpal to abandon the burning tank. But realising the useful role of his tank in preventing a breakthrough he communicated the following message to his Commander: "No Sir, I will not abandon my tank. My gun is still working and I will get these guys."

Then he set about destroying the remaining Pakistani tanks. The last Pakistani tank which he shot was barely 100 metres from his position. At this stage his tank received a second hit. The brave Officer met his death denying the Pakistani the intended breakthrough.

For his conspicuous gallantry in the face of the Pakistani, 2nd Lt. Arun Khetarpal was honoured with the highest wartime gallantry medal, the Param Vir Chakra, posthumously.

He was the youngest Indian to win this highest award. The Indo-Pakistan war of 1971, nearly 38 years ago is history for most of us.

However a strange sequel was to follow for the Khetarpal family.

Many years later, India and Pakistan established 'people to people' contacts between both the nations. This was also known as 'Twin Track Diplomacy'.

Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal, father of 2nd Lt. Khetarpal started receiving messages that a certain Brigadier from the Pakistani army was keen to meet him. However since he did not know this particular Brigadier, Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal did not do anything to encourage the meeting.

In 2001, Brigadier M.L. Khetarpa, now 81 years old, felt a strong desire to visit his birthplace, at Sargodha, now in Pakistan. It was a wish that he thought that would never materialize, but when he voiced it to some friends engaged in the Twin Track Diplomacy, they arranged all his papers, visas, travel and staying arrangements in Pakistan so that he could go for the visit.

At Lahore airport, Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal was met by Brigadier Khawja Mohammad Naser, who took it upon himself to be Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal host and guide. Brigadier Naser really went out of way to ensure that Brigadier M..L. Khetarpal had a satisfying and nostalgic visit to his old house in Sargodha. Upon his return to Lahore he was once again the guest of Brigadier Naser for three days.

Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal was overwhelmed by the extreme kindness, deference, courtesy and respect bestowed upon him by Brigadier Naser, all the members of his family and his many servants.

As the countdown for the departure progressed, the bonds of friendship between the guests and the host grew stronger and stronger. However Brigadier Khetarpal felt that something was amiss but could not make out what it was. Was it the long silences that punctuated their animated conversation or was it the look of compassion in the eyes of the women in the family. He could not make out. However what was certain was that he would always remember the hospitality, warmth and affection of this Pakistani family who treated him as someone very very special.

Finally at the last night before Brigadier M.L.Khetarpal' s departure, Brigadier Naser said 'Sir there is something that I wanted to tell you for many years but I did not know how to get through to you. Finally fate has intervened and sent you to me as an honored guest.

The last few days we have become close to one another and that has made my task even more difficult. It is regarding your son who is of course a national hero in India. However on that fateful day, your son and I were soldiers, unknown to one another, fighting for the
respect and safety of our respective countries. I regret to tell you that your son died in my hands. Arun's courage was exemplary and he moved his tank with fearless courage and daring, totally unconcerned about his safety. Tank casualties were very high till finally there were just two of us left facing one another. We both fired simultaneously. It was destined that I was to live and he was to die.

It is only later that I got to know how young he was and who he was. We are trained to fight and kill without mercy or remorse. We do in war what we have to without thinking too much about it. However we are humans too and sometimes war takes a personal turn and makes an impact on the inner self..

I had all along thought that I would ask your forgiveness, but in telling the story I realize that there is nothing to forgive. Instead I salute your son for what he did at such a young age and I salute you too, because I know how he grew into such a young man. In the end it is character and values that matter."

Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal was silent as he did not know how to react. To be faced with the person who killed his son, and also to be enjoying his hospitality and being his guest is a confusing feeling. However Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal immediately realized that Brigadier Naser was genuinely wanting, in some way to compensate for something that he did only in the line of duty. The soldier must do what he has been trained to do unhesitatingly, and with full resolve and determination.

Both the Brigadiers retired for the night deep in thought. There are never any victors in war, both sides lose and it is the families that have to pay the price and suffer the most.

As someone once said ' Wars are created by politicians, compounded by bureaucrats and fought by soldiers.

The next day photographs were taken and Brigadier M.L. Khetarpal returned back to Delhi. Later the photos reached Delhi along with a note from Brigadier Naser that said:

With Warmest regards and utmost sincerity, To: Brigadier M.L.Khetarpal, father of Shaheed Second Lieutenant Arun Khetarpal, PVC, who stood like an unsurmountable rock, between the victory and failure, of the counter attack by the 'SPEARHEADS' 13 LANCERS on 16 December 1971 in the battle of "Bara Pind' as we call it and battle of "Basantar' as 17 Poona Horse remembers.

Khawja Mohammad Naser, 13 Lancers (Pakistan Army)
02 March 2001
Lahore, Pakistan

An 80-year old man goes for a MEDICAL CHECKUP. All of his tests come back with normal results.
The doctor says, ' George, everything looks great.How are you doing mentally and emotionally? Are you at peace with God? '
George replies, ' God and I are tight. He knows I have poor eyesight, so he's fixed it so when I get up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, poof! The light goes on. When I'm done, poof! The light goes off. '
' Wow, that's incredible, ' the doctor says.
A little later in the day, after thinking at length over George's extraordinary explanation, the doctor calls George's wife.
' Ethel, ' he says, ' George is doing fine! But I had to call you because I'm in awe of his relationship with God. Is it true that he gets up during the night and poof! The light goes on in the bathroom, and when he's done, poof! The light goes off? '
' Oh my God! ' Ethel exclaims. ' He's pissing in the fridge again.

Marriage blues and woes

Man: Is there any way for long life?
Dr: Get married.
Man: Will it help?
Dr: No, but the thought of long life will never come.



Wife: Darling today is our anniversary, what should we do?
Husband: Let us stand in silence for 2 minutes.

Why do couples hold hands during their wedding?
It's a formality just like two boxers shaking hands before the fight begins



It's funny when people discuss Love Marriage vs Arranged.
It's like asking someone, if suicide is better or being murdered.




A man, who surrenders when he's wrong, is Honest.
A man who surrenders when not Sure, is Wise.
A man who surrenders even if he's Right, is a Good Husband.


Different Phases of a man:
After engagement: Superman
After Marriage: Gentleman?
After 10 years: Watchman
After 20 years: Doberman


Man receives telegram: Wife dead-should be buried or cremated?
Man: Don't take any chances. Burn the body and bury the ash.

Unknown to most of the congregation, the new minister enjoyed an occasional bottle of wine. One church member, aware of this, presented the clergyman with a bottle of Bordeaux. But the gift had a string attached. The minister would have to say thank you from the pulpit. At the conclusion of the next service, the minister made the announcements, then said "And I want to thank my friend for giving the fine fruit, and for the spirit in which it was given."