Me Tarzan

In the early hours of Christmas morning, I sent a Tweet to Jesus Christ. Happy Birthday, I told him. For the course of the day, whenever I thought about it, I wanted to cry. This of course is not new because I happen to be highly emotional most days, but it was the sheer tangibility of the exercise that worked me over. I was not praying to the skies. I wasn’t slamming my eyes tight in hopes of a vision. I just… logged on to Twitter and sent him a message. Tangibility. The fact that I could virtually, reach out and say hello to the God of the Universe. iSmile. Of course, it’s not Him; even if his description says, “Carpenter, Healer, God”; even if he cracks me up with posts like, “Dad just told me he was Santa. This ruins everything”. But the idea is strong because there is a level of tangibility to it. Plus, he’s funny. Trust [in a real sense] was never an issue here; a notion Theists love to throw around quite frequently. Maybe it’s his publicist though. … Trust over tangible

Differentolgy by Bunji Garlin. Feels mature. As if Carnival itself matured... If he hasn’t gotten it yet, Mark Elliot Zuckerberg should be given the humanitarian award for 2012. With just a click of a button he has given us the ability to share propaganda, like hungry children and generally feel a sense of accomplishment without doing one thing. Mark’s little social network has birthed more preachers than any one seminary; given science a crusading banner and have adapted the soapbox to more expertly modern means. Of course, there is a downside and it is called Emotion. Emotion on a social network is – to me – akin to what supposedly happens in the darkness of a movie theatre: inhibitions go down as the screen lights up. And when that happens, the logical – or else more thought out way of doing things - is replaced with a need to be… slightly more ridiculous that usual. Take for example, a lovely little group that intends for us all to blank Carnival. Now, I admit I als

Bought a roti today [Dec. 20th, 2012]. A chicken one with slight pepper. After all, it IS Christmas and there is NO WAY –in my house – that we are going to grocery shop, clean house and then COOK at the same time. Forget it! As I waited, I did the customary macoing of the surroundings. My eye caught an old 2011 calendar with the picture of Hindu Deities all around it (the two I remember were Mother Lakshmi & Lord Ganesh – there may have been more). I shook my head and smirked at a new thought as I realised, we are not as plural a society [as we like to think]. Now you have to understand, this is calendar season and that’s a big deal. Right now, hundreds of supermarkets, bakeries, banks, pharmacies and [maybe] shoe stores are slipping in commemorative 2013 calendars in their customers’ shopping bags; a little “thank you for coming here” kind of thing. Of course, better service and a guilt-free discount now and again couldn’t hurt either. Many of these calendars though will

Love IS all around. But is it selfless or self-centred? I hypothesize that love is a selfish enterprise. A way of taking revenge on a universe that wants you to be selfless to your fellow man. Two Stories. Short Ones. Read On And You Decide: 1.  She leans back onto him. His arms wrap around her and her entire body lets out a sigh and a smile as she, rests her head, on his shoulder. She is safe. She hadn't asked to be rescued. She didn't need saving. Life had sufficiently armed her with the claws to climb out of... well, whatever lay ahead. But here she was, safe in his wrapped arms. He gently swayed. She responded. Safe in his arms. ...  But who... WHO protects him? Into whose arms does he breath into? Unto whose shoulders will he lay his head? Now my Christian self says - "you know he leans on God". True. But I am not totally convinced he does. I AM CONVINCED that he will do whatever it takes to make sure she is safe because society, self, "