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greetings!

its the time of the year when i decide to go jean-luc-picard, and no one dares stopping me from doing so. its cool, and man, i look menacing!

on a more "entertaining" note, i was at batu caves today. note…entertaining…why? because, i chaperoned my aunt there….otherwise, i would have joined my buddies doing something good on that day, for that’s what I’ve been doing for the past three years at the blood donation camp. even with the injured foot, i trooped off today. but it was different, as i have not been a visitor to batu caves during thaipusam like for ages. the past three years, my focus was on getting the job done at the blood donation drive, tire myself to the point of exhaustion, and drive home/work to end the day.

this year, I’m back as a visitor. and what a dreadful experience it has been.

from the parking marshals (cans of beer in one hand, gangsta manners in the other) who ruled the free parking areas charging a "bargain" 10 bucks fee (otherwise, its goodbye you, goodbye car, and possibly you and the car will share the same coffin) to the temple "management" people (they manage it so well, that there are more rubbish everywhere than people at times to the ever popular "devotees" who parade themselves in jeans and bling blings (primary role is to assist the temporary-gods who happen to inhibit bodies of people, symptoms of possession includes red-faced (read, kum-kum or whatever colour splattered all over the face), cigar smokin (cheap one some more, sigh….) and general display of malice and menace to invoke the aura of fear amongst us mortals.

give me a break people!!!!!!!!!

why mutate the principles of us God loving people by displaying these pitiful acts of treachery? why even try to intimidate us tax paying people by taking us all for a ride in your life kap chais?

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

pardon me people, I’m just totally disgusted with what I’ve been experiencing and seeing today.

so much so, my prayer today at batu caves was Gus to install me as a day’s dictator, with absolute power to change every wrong doings i see, permanently! perhaps, its wishful thinking on a more selfish side, but i guess, if i made it into the ideal world that i believe in, than i guess I’m doing good!

I’ll let it rest for now. sheer madness is slowly creeping on me. and better do it fast before i start cursing ‘em naysayers!

–disgusted dictator wannabe Joe!–

February 1st, 2007 at 9:08 am


One Response to “the bald one speaks”
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      darshana says:

    i totally understand how u feel anne.tht was how i felt two years back,when i came home from perth and carried paal kudam during thaipusam.on the way down from the caves (at tht height) i could hear music blaring from downstairs.TAMIL POP.i got so annoyed, so angry, i wanted to go up to the stupid management and scream my lungs out at them.but i didnt,because my father told me he wanted me home in one piece.eh.
    so..yes, the best time to have a peaceful journey up to see Muruga would be during the morning of thaipusam eve..
    so dont worry anna..patience is sumthing we learn from times like this.
    hugs.