Khalid Sohail July 24, 2007
#81 Posted by jang on July 25, 2007 2:57:55 pm
thankfully S.G. Buddha lived in simpler times..if he was around now, he might declare closed markets to the main cause of human misery LOL
#82 Posted by echoboom on July 25, 2007 3:34:30 pm
AAh:
The naked-swami seemingly asleep in lotus-position atop the Nanga-parbat.........
and suddenly disturbed by the ghoulish nightmare about central-heating.
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my favorite Uncle who was quite fair-skinned to begin with , and looked an angraiz when the angraiz strutted about in a sea of black and blackened faces in the then quite civilized Madras & Bombay.
He would have been much better off staying over there and cashed on his great Gregory Peck double-image, or maybe he was really even better looking than Greg..because I had not seen Greg. off-screen.
Anyway this Uncle who was not only my favorite Uncle but I was his most favorite nephew as well.
But My Uncle was destined to prove that a man cannot live by good-looks alone..He must also be where his good-looks would
mean something to the world and when he becomes Vilayat-paas, the locals blackened, browned, and well-done in the sun would prostrate themselves..for to his way of thinking merely running helter-skelter to make room for him was simply won't do. He wanted to be trteated lie the local asstt. Commisssioner...a godhead!
To come to the poiont of this boring & insipidly run-away story, he became one the the hippies in U.S..not the genuine
Mia Farrow or Beatle type or Wood-Stock type but the kind who loves his management job withn all the perks but is mad at the world because he is not getting a raise or is being by-passed to favour the one with the blonde hair & blue Eyes. my Uncle was feeeling increasingly Desi those days and like Salman Rushdie a sudden pang of homelessness he felt for a country he had despised so much that when he boarded the HMS Batori in 1953 he spat on the dockyard when the boat had inched westward.
Well I should mention that he had married a gori in those lazy hazy crazy days of the 60's and was a week-end living-room hippie, just like our Faiz-sahib was a commie when he was unemployed..and he was unemployed because he was thouight to be a commie, but he had become a commie in the first place because he was denied a job because faiz's father died not just penniless but saddled Faiz with debt..so tyhe girl abandopned faiz & Faiz had no choice but to level the playingfield single handedly ( sorry for this aside)
Same with my favourite Uncle..his eyes welled up with the emotion which had never peered through his eyes nose and throat after that healthy spat on th e dockyard. Now he knew the minus the blonde hair & blue eyes he was a Desi, in fact a Kallo in goraa-land. Nostalgia was setting in, Relatives were now from afar looked kind and caring & he started appreciating the achaar & aap which an occasional drop-in woyuld deliver to him sent by his DEsi friends & Relatives.
He announced that he wants to go to India..part of it was the Mia Farrow Nepal factor, part was because the goaree was head over heels in love with India ( She knew nothing or didn't give much thought about Pakistan or Muslims) . She was in love with India because an Indian had proposed to her and suddenly Rajaah Swamis Snakes magicians etc ect were important words in her life. She attended Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Seminars and wanted to go to India to meet a real SWami....
.................................
My Uncle tells me that they visited theusual circuit of Jaisalmir & Jaipur, the arm-chair hippie route in action, and they arrived at an abandoned & crumbling Mandir. They were told about this place because the goree was very adamant to go & visit a genuine swami. What they did not know that she having enquired so much in the city suchkind of Swami that someone had decided to act out the role.
They paid bigbugs..and only the goree did not know of the arrangement.
He sat there in his magnificent lotu-position..and goree & uncle were intructed with all the rituals. Like the charcater in th Razor's Edge, the goaree when she saw that the Swami has half-opened his eyes & instructed her to remove all her bangles & cash & lthrow them out towards the desert sand which the little urchins, crow like, were waiting to pick up and seemigly running away...
and then the Swami burped..I mean a real real burp..goree auntee almost fell off the craggy cliff..ragained her posture and in a trembling whining voice aske if she could ask THE question....
The Swami asked her to repeat this question 3 times & each time he burped & burped & burped...and waved his breath towards my Uncle Z& Aunt..& my goree aunt was impressed..here was the real spicy onion garlic swami..not that sanitized version in US.
The question she had aske the Maharaaj was the perrenial one " " Swami jee what is the meaning of life?"
The SWami gazed at her in astonishment..as if telling her such a simple question & what a stupd woman..but the let his facial muscles relax..looke right as if about to relieve a secret.ooked left as if of suspicious of something..then bade goree auntie to approach his lordship...They promptly
did.
Then he intently looked at them, from his lotus position he raised one of his thight at an angle as if about to fall on side; goree thought he will be levitating..but the the Swami let out such a loud & stinking fart that the Uncle & auntee
were wonderstruck & almost hypnotize..never mind that their nasal passages were full of genuine garam masaalaa.
The crows in the nearby tree startled & saying Caw caw flew away to a far off tree.
____________________________________________________________
Must be having typos etc..I never read what I write...I'll fixz them later when out of the writer's trance.
The naked-swami seemingly asleep in lotus-position atop the Nanga-parbat.........
and suddenly disturbed by the ghoulish nightmare about central-heating.
_____________________________________________________________
my favorite Uncle who was quite fair-skinned to begin with , and looked an angraiz when the angraiz strutted about in a sea of black and blackened faces in the then quite civilized Madras & Bombay.
He would have been much better off staying over there and cashed on his great Gregory Peck double-image, or maybe he was really even better looking than Greg..because I had not seen Greg. off-screen.
Anyway this Uncle who was not only my favorite Uncle but I was his most favorite nephew as well.
But My Uncle was destined to prove that a man cannot live by good-looks alone..He must also be where his good-looks would
mean something to the world and when he becomes Vilayat-paas, the locals blackened, browned, and well-done in the sun would prostrate themselves..for to his way of thinking merely running helter-skelter to make room for him was simply won't do. He wanted to be trteated lie the local asstt. Commisssioner...a godhead!
To come to the poiont of this boring & insipidly run-away story, he became one the the hippies in U.S..not the genuine
Mia Farrow or Beatle type or Wood-Stock type but the kind who loves his management job withn all the perks but is mad at the world because he is not getting a raise or is being by-passed to favour the one with the blonde hair & blue Eyes. my Uncle was feeeling increasingly Desi those days and like Salman Rushdie a sudden pang of homelessness he felt for a country he had despised so much that when he boarded the HMS Batori in 1953 he spat on the dockyard when the boat had inched westward.
Well I should mention that he had married a gori in those lazy hazy crazy days of the 60's and was a week-end living-room hippie, just like our Faiz-sahib was a commie when he was unemployed..and he was unemployed because he was thouight to be a commie, but he had become a commie in the first place because he was denied a job because faiz's father died not just penniless but saddled Faiz with debt..so tyhe girl abandopned faiz & Faiz had no choice but to level the playingfield single handedly ( sorry for this aside)
Same with my favourite Uncle..his eyes welled up with the emotion which had never peered through his eyes nose and throat after that healthy spat on th e dockyard. Now he knew the minus the blonde hair & blue eyes he was a Desi, in fact a Kallo in goraa-land. Nostalgia was setting in, Relatives were now from afar looked kind and caring & he started appreciating the achaar & aap which an occasional drop-in woyuld deliver to him sent by his DEsi friends & Relatives.
He announced that he wants to go to India..part of it was the Mia Farrow Nepal factor, part was because the goaree was head over heels in love with India ( She knew nothing or didn't give much thought about Pakistan or Muslims) . She was in love with India because an Indian had proposed to her and suddenly Rajaah Swamis Snakes magicians etc ect were important words in her life. She attended Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Seminars and wanted to go to India to meet a real SWami....
.................................
My Uncle tells me that they visited theusual circuit of Jaisalmir & Jaipur, the arm-chair hippie route in action, and they arrived at an abandoned & crumbling Mandir. They were told about this place because the goree was very adamant to go & visit a genuine swami. What they did not know that she having enquired so much in the city suchkind of Swami that someone had decided to act out the role.
They paid bigbugs..and only the goree did not know of the arrangement.
He sat there in his magnificent lotu-position..and goree & uncle were intructed with all the rituals. Like the charcater in th Razor's Edge, the goaree when she saw that the Swami has half-opened his eyes & instructed her to remove all her bangles & cash & lthrow them out towards the desert sand which the little urchins, crow like, were waiting to pick up and seemigly running away...
and then the Swami burped..I mean a real real burp..goree auntee almost fell off the craggy cliff..ragained her posture and in a trembling whining voice aske if she could ask THE question....
The Swami asked her to repeat this question 3 times & each time he burped & burped & burped...and waved his breath towards my Uncle Z& Aunt..& my goree aunt was impressed..here was the real spicy onion garlic swami..not that sanitized version in US.
The question she had aske the Maharaaj was the perrenial one " " Swami jee what is the meaning of life?"
The SWami gazed at her in astonishment..as if telling her such a simple question & what a stupd woman..but the let his facial muscles relax..looke right as if about to relieve a secret.ooked left as if of suspicious of something..then bade goree auntie to approach his lordship...They promptly
did.
Then he intently looked at them, from his lotus position he raised one of his thight at an angle as if about to fall on side; goree thought he will be levitating..but the the Swami let out such a loud & stinking fart that the Uncle & auntee
were wonderstruck & almost hypnotize..never mind that their nasal passages were full of genuine garam masaalaa.
The crows in the nearby tree startled & saying Caw caw flew away to a far off tree.
____________________________________________________________
Must be having typos etc..I never read what I write...I'll fixz them later when out of the writer's trance.
#83 Posted by KaalChakra on July 25, 2007 3:42:27 pm
yeah, echo dada, that needs a total re-write, at least better formatting to give it some punch.
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Zee, dharatidharma is exactly right. In relation to Islam, we are talking chalk and cheese. Only the most glib or dishonest will call them in anyway similar (say, both are matter!).
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Zee, dharatidharma is exactly right. In relation to Islam, we are talking chalk and cheese. Only the most glib or dishonest will call them in anyway similar (say, both are matter!).
#84 Posted by nasah on July 25, 2007 3:46:54 pm
Re: # 74
for your kind Dr. Sohail:
tabeeut apni tunha ruhravee kee
choRa laiee humaiN hur carwaN say
for your kind Dr. Sohail:
tabeeut apni tunha ruhravee kee
choRa laiee humaiN hur carwaN say
#86 Posted by Al_Bundy on July 25, 2007 6:47:17 pm
#82 Posted by echoboom
I think this real story about a Swami in India beats your fake story
FAITH
Sneeze...Ah, God Bless You
In the interiors of Tamil Nadu, these freak swamis are a phenomenon in themselves
S. Anand
http://www.outlookindia.com/full.asp?fodname=20060320&fname=Faith&si d=1
At first glance, there is little to set apart the village of Amachiapuram, 20 km north of Madurai, from other dusty, nondescript hamlets in the region. On the highway, as advised by a local reporter, we ask for the Mookkusali Samiyar (Snot Swami)—also known as the Kulandai-varam Samiyar (Child-Blessing Swami)—at a teashop, so that we reach the right place. At Amachiapuram, we are led to Arumugam the tailor, the man who will shortly transform himself into the snot-spewing swami.
The long-locked man is just about five feet tall and an undernourished 40 kg. Clad in a yellow veshti, he lives in the Adi Dravidar (Dalit) Colony, where the roofs of most of the 27 government-built one-room houses have collapsed.
Seated on a gunnysack, Arumugam pedals his sewing machine, stitching a green blouse. It’s early on a Friday, and before the clients turn up, he asks us to fetch him two 180 ml bottles of Cosmopolitan whiskey, two plastic glasses, two water sachets, a packet of savoury ‘mixture’, some pickle and five idlis. Of course, the ‘prasadam’ will be of even greater value if you add ganja, pan parag and Ganesh beedi to the list. The man at the state-owned liquor shop 2 km away knows at once: Is all of this for the Snot Swami? he asks.
After a turmeric-scrub bath in a lotus-strewn pond, Arumugam drapes himself in a sari, sits below a tree near the Karuppusamy temple, and elevates himself to a higher plane of consciousness by gulping 360 ml of rotgut whiskey in 40 minutes. "Other swamis hide what they drink, I don’t," he says.
Arumugam makes pronouncements on visa cases, court cases and health problems. However, his speciality is blessing childless couples. He tells Outlook: "I have blessed 5,700 couples with children." It’s a claim nobody can confirm. Or contest. He says he has been rendering this service for more than 15 years, though it is only in the last two years that his fame has spread. "A man on whose kidneys the Coimbatore doctors had given up came to me. I cured him," he says.
On an eventful Friday, more than 100 people—of all castes and communities—seek out the cross-dressing swami. After a few swigs of whiskey, idlis, pickle and tobacco powder, Arumugam is able to generate a great deal of phlegm—and he lets it fly. Snot and spit fly out of his sharp nose and mouth and hit the faces of those seeking his counsel. To wipe it off would be blasphemous. For Snot Swami’s disciples, this is the best way to be blessed. The irony is: If Arumugam was just another Dalit agricultural labourer, people would have refused water from him. Now, they welcome his snot on their faces.
Snot Swami is part of a phenomenon that pervades Tamil Nadu. Tucked away in villages that invariably miss the cartographer’s pencil, their reputations built purely by word of mouth, scores of freaky swamis have been ‘healing’ people with various ailments—mental, physical, social, personal, familial, even political. The social base of their clientele is largely the lower middle class and the rural poor—people defeated by marital problems, by science, modern medicine, the state, life. But once in a while, desperation brings even people in Toyotas and Fords here.
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I think this real story about a Swami in India beats your fake story
FAITH
Sneeze...Ah, God Bless You
In the interiors of Tamil Nadu, these freak swamis are a phenomenon in themselves
S. Anand
http://www.outlookindia.com/full.asp?fodname=20060320&fname=Faith&si d=1
At first glance, there is little to set apart the village of Amachiapuram, 20 km north of Madurai, from other dusty, nondescript hamlets in the region. On the highway, as advised by a local reporter, we ask for the Mookkusali Samiyar (Snot Swami)—also known as the Kulandai-varam Samiyar (Child-Blessing Swami)—at a teashop, so that we reach the right place. At Amachiapuram, we are led to Arumugam the tailor, the man who will shortly transform himself into the snot-spewing swami.
The long-locked man is just about five feet tall and an undernourished 40 kg. Clad in a yellow veshti, he lives in the Adi Dravidar (Dalit) Colony, where the roofs of most of the 27 government-built one-room houses have collapsed.
Seated on a gunnysack, Arumugam pedals his sewing machine, stitching a green blouse. It’s early on a Friday, and before the clients turn up, he asks us to fetch him two 180 ml bottles of Cosmopolitan whiskey, two plastic glasses, two water sachets, a packet of savoury ‘mixture’, some pickle and five idlis. Of course, the ‘prasadam’ will be of even greater value if you add ganja, pan parag and Ganesh beedi to the list. The man at the state-owned liquor shop 2 km away knows at once: Is all of this for the Snot Swami? he asks.
After a turmeric-scrub bath in a lotus-strewn pond, Arumugam drapes himself in a sari, sits below a tree near the Karuppusamy temple, and elevates himself to a higher plane of consciousness by gulping 360 ml of rotgut whiskey in 40 minutes. "Other swamis hide what they drink, I don’t," he says.
Arumugam makes pronouncements on visa cases, court cases and health problems. However, his speciality is blessing childless couples. He tells Outlook: "I have blessed 5,700 couples with children." It’s a claim nobody can confirm. Or contest. He says he has been rendering this service for more than 15 years, though it is only in the last two years that his fame has spread. "A man on whose kidneys the Coimbatore doctors had given up came to me. I cured him," he says.
On an eventful Friday, more than 100 people—of all castes and communities—seek out the cross-dressing swami. After a few swigs of whiskey, idlis, pickle and tobacco powder, Arumugam is able to generate a great deal of phlegm—and he lets it fly. Snot and spit fly out of his sharp nose and mouth and hit the faces of those seeking his counsel. To wipe it off would be blasphemous. For Snot Swami’s disciples, this is the best way to be blessed. The irony is: If Arumugam was just another Dalit agricultural labourer, people would have refused water from him. Now, they welcome his snot on their faces.
Snot Swami is part of a phenomenon that pervades Tamil Nadu. Tucked away in villages that invariably miss the cartographer’s pencil, their reputations built purely by word of mouth, scores of freaky swamis have been ‘healing’ people with various ailments—mental, physical, social, personal, familial, even political. The social base of their clientele is largely the lower middle class and the rural poor—people defeated by marital problems, by science, modern medicine, the state, life. But once in a while, desperation brings even people in Toyotas and Fords here.
........................more
#87 Posted by GT on July 25, 2007 7:41:23 pm
#34 Posted by masadi on July 25, 2007 6:31:41 am
"The Eighth cause of suffering refers to those who have to suffer through your Goddamned articles which are moronic, dimwitted and like Gill, ill thought out and tape recorderesque. Please quit writing or atleast put some "thought" in atleast ONE PARAGRAPH of your retarded work."
And you are what? Albert E.? Interacting in chowk and taking out all your frustration is fine. You are after recognition and as of now you have achieved epsilon compared to the author. So know the boundary beyond which you shall be considered an ass even by those who try to understand you.
"The Eighth cause of suffering refers to those who have to suffer through your Goddamned articles which are moronic, dimwitted and like Gill, ill thought out and tape recorderesque. Please quit writing or atleast put some "thought" in atleast ONE PARAGRAPH of your retarded work."
And you are what? Albert E.? Interacting in chowk and taking out all your frustration is fine. You are after recognition and as of now you have achieved epsilon compared to the author. So know the boundary beyond which you shall be considered an ass even by those who try to understand you.
#88 Posted by drsohail on July 25, 2007 8:35:55 pm
Re: # 84
dear nasah...can you send me some of your ghazals in urdu script on my email address...
welcome@drsohail.com
do you have INPAGE urdu program?
i am interested in your urdu poetry creations....sincerely sohail
dear nasah...can you send me some of your ghazals in urdu script on my email address...
welcome@drsohail.com
do you have INPAGE urdu program?
i am interested in your urdu poetry creations....sincerely sohail
#89 Posted by masadi on July 25, 2007 11:48:46 pm
GT writes "And you are what? Albert E.? Interacting in chowk and taking out all your frustration is fine. You are after recognition and as of now you have achieved epsilon compared to the author "
GT take a hike man. What recognition am I after? Recognition from the Chowk editors who censor my articles at will or recognition from M. Gill or this dimwit Sohail, who have free access to having their third rate, thoughtless articles published? What recognition, tell me please? or shut up...
GT take a hike man. What recognition am I after? Recognition from the Chowk editors who censor my articles at will or recognition from M. Gill or this dimwit Sohail, who have free access to having their third rate, thoughtless articles published? What recognition, tell me please? or shut up...
#90 Posted by masadi on July 26, 2007 12:01:32 am
Let me elaborate what I mean by an "ill thought out, moronic" article.
Sohail writes "Since the discovery of the atomic bomb, human beings are for the first time in history able to commit collective suicide "
First this "Einstein" needs to understand the difference between suicide and murder. The discovery and the decision to use Atomic weapons does not rest with the vast majority of humanity for them to be accused of "collective suicide", it rests with a tiny elite.
Next consider the fact that "secular, humanism"- slogans that is has been the rallying call of the 21st century, yet it has produced more misery and destruction than anything religious in the past, its "suicide bombers", the corporate elite and their reps in the political directorate of the USA are much more destructive than Hamas' suicide bombers because their destruction of the environment, their trade policies etc will not only ensure their own destruction but the destruction of humanity.
The issue of race, class and gender, and stratification based upon them has been perfected by advanced capitalism that rallies behind "secular humanism" as slogan, not by religion. Nationalism is the "secular humanists" religion of the present. When values are amorphous as is the case under advanced capitalism, because humans don't determine the values for themselves but those are pushed on them from outside by cultural technicians, that is when suicide, anomic suicide is at the highest.
Whether GT agrees on not, this article by sohail was moronic, it was written pursuing an agenda, and the Chowk editors were extremely lenient (because they have the same agenda) in putting this article and the face of this damn fool on the main page...
Sohail writes "Since the discovery of the atomic bomb, human beings are for the first time in history able to commit collective suicide "
First this "Einstein" needs to understand the difference between suicide and murder. The discovery and the decision to use Atomic weapons does not rest with the vast majority of humanity for them to be accused of "collective suicide", it rests with a tiny elite.
Next consider the fact that "secular, humanism"- slogans that is has been the rallying call of the 21st century, yet it has produced more misery and destruction than anything religious in the past, its "suicide bombers", the corporate elite and their reps in the political directorate of the USA are much more destructive than Hamas' suicide bombers because their destruction of the environment, their trade policies etc will not only ensure their own destruction but the destruction of humanity.
The issue of race, class and gender, and stratification based upon them has been perfected by advanced capitalism that rallies behind "secular humanism" as slogan, not by religion. Nationalism is the "secular humanists" religion of the present. When values are amorphous as is the case under advanced capitalism, because humans don't determine the values for themselves but those are pushed on them from outside by cultural technicians, that is when suicide, anomic suicide is at the highest.
Whether GT agrees on not, this article by sohail was moronic, it was written pursuing an agenda, and the Chowk editors were extremely lenient (because they have the same agenda) in putting this article and the face of this damn fool on the main page...
#91 Posted by Ahadaustin on July 26, 2007 1:14:35 am
Dear Dr.
After reading some of your ingenious work; I thought that you might be a Nihilist ; Aren’t you?
later
Ahad
#92 Posted by Nasruminallah on July 26, 2007 5:49:28 am
I am not sure if sexual orientation could qualify to be a major cause of human suffereing, Please justify that If U may,
I would however agree with most of what U have said..
I would however agree with most of what U have said..
#93 Posted by drsohail on July 26, 2007 6:08:23 am
Re: # 92
dear nasruminnallah....since majority of men and women are heterosexuals, those who are gays and lesbians are in minority and are deprived of human rights in most parts of the world. in some communities it is illegal and in others it is considered immoral. gays and lesbains are afraid to come out of the closet as they are persecuted and penalized. they are harshly judged by the religious and conservative and traditional communities. they have been silently suffering for centuries. it is only recently that in scandinavian countries and now in canada their rights are acknowledged. it is not uncommon for them to be publicly beaten up in many cities of the world. it is only recently that we are becoming aware of their silent suffering as human beings. kinsey's report had brought to our attention that 10---13 percent of the people in the population are gays and lesbians and there are many more that are bisexual. i have helped many in my clinical practice. many families still do not know that their sons and daughters are gay and lesbian. they did not tell their conservative and religious parents as they are afraid to be disowned and ostracized by their families and communities...sincerely sohail
dear nasruminnallah....since majority of men and women are heterosexuals, those who are gays and lesbians are in minority and are deprived of human rights in most parts of the world. in some communities it is illegal and in others it is considered immoral. gays and lesbains are afraid to come out of the closet as they are persecuted and penalized. they are harshly judged by the religious and conservative and traditional communities. they have been silently suffering for centuries. it is only recently that in scandinavian countries and now in canada their rights are acknowledged. it is not uncommon for them to be publicly beaten up in many cities of the world. it is only recently that we are becoming aware of their silent suffering as human beings. kinsey's report had brought to our attention that 10---13 percent of the people in the population are gays and lesbians and there are many more that are bisexual. i have helped many in my clinical practice. many families still do not know that their sons and daughters are gay and lesbian. they did not tell their conservative and religious parents as they are afraid to be disowned and ostracized by their families and communities...sincerely sohail
#94 Posted by drsohail on July 26, 2007 7:19:52 am
Re: # 91
dear ahad... i consider myself an optimist and believe that as human beings if we identify our problems and are commited to change we can make this world a better place to live individually and collectively. i hope we can make our tomorrows better than our yesterdays. i have been called an idealist but not a nihilist. what is your definition of a nihilist and what in my writings made you think that i am one...sincerely sohail
dear ahad... i consider myself an optimist and believe that as human beings if we identify our problems and are commited to change we can make this world a better place to live individually and collectively. i hope we can make our tomorrows better than our yesterdays. i have been called an idealist but not a nihilist. what is your definition of a nihilist and what in my writings made you think that i am one...sincerely sohail
#95 Posted by echoboom on July 26, 2007 8:04:10 am
The present Dr. Fraud, was Dr. Archie Freud in US, was Dr. Arshad Fareed in Lahore,was our own from our pind: the Phheedaa from chuk 420 mauzaa Harrappa.
Narrated something like this when he was given his first assignment in animal behaviour class..for the benefit of humans.
He was asked to keep a baby monkey under observation & jot down all the doings & undoings of the baby-monkey. This he had to commence after keeping the monkey in 5 days solitary with nothing except the four walls. Lot of monkey porn posters were displayed & porn-movies run endlessly, without disclaimers or ratings.
A peephole was there for the Psychiatrist to record his findings--all in the interest of `` No morality, is the best morality`` creed. His room was next,adjacent to that of the monkey--and the Psychilist was provided with ample human-porno stuff as well...as a dry-run for the test.
After five days when the dr.Psuchilist went to peep through the peep-hole to jot down his findings he was aghast! dumbfounded!blacked-out!
There was another eye on the other side!
the baby monkey`s eye!....WATCHING HIM!
Narrated something like this when he was given his first assignment in animal behaviour class..for the benefit of humans.
He was asked to keep a baby monkey under observation & jot down all the doings & undoings of the baby-monkey. This he had to commence after keeping the monkey in 5 days solitary with nothing except the four walls. Lot of monkey porn posters were displayed & porn-movies run endlessly, without disclaimers or ratings.
A peephole was there for the Psychiatrist to record his findings--all in the interest of `` No morality, is the best morality`` creed. His room was next,adjacent to that of the monkey--and the Psychilist was provided with ample human-porno stuff as well...as a dry-run for the test.
After five days when the dr.Psuchilist went to peep through the peep-hole to jot down his findings he was aghast! dumbfounded!blacked-out!
There was another eye on the other side!
the baby monkey`s eye!....WATCHING HIM!
#96 Posted by chaltahai on July 26, 2007 10:44:01 am
"Next consider the fact that "secular, humanism"- slogans that is has been the rallying call of the 21st century, yet it has produced more misery and destruction than anything religious in the past, its "suicide bombers", the corporate elite and their reps in the political directorate of the USA are much more destructive than Hamas' suicide bombers because their destruction of the environment, their trade policies etc will not only ensure their own destruction but the destruction of humanity."
This is absolutely untrue. Human kind is much better off in the 21st century than ever before. Only the religious nutcases are suffering...and that they should. Infact, I would gladly pay to move them all to an island in the south pacific and drop 5 atomic bombs on them.
This is absolutely untrue. Human kind is much better off in the 21st century than ever before. Only the religious nutcases are suffering...and that they should. Infact, I would gladly pay to move them all to an island in the south pacific and drop 5 atomic bombs on them.
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