Rooturaj's Blog

One of my journalist friends alerted me to a news piece on Mail today. I was horrified with the views of this fanatic who posts  with the avatar of “ultrablue”. I mean who would not be …see his thoughts about other races.

Here is a link to the sick post. You better not read it. It might cause your blood to boil and you may feel like feeding that idiot author to African Driver Ants.

The author spews venom about Indians who died in the recent flight disaster that claimed 158 lives at Mangalore Airport in Karnataka. While the world is mourning the deceased and consoling the families of the bereaved this creature has this opinion about the incident.

I not care if the victims “rest in peace” but it seems to me that they are, rather, resting in pieces!

This plane, carrying Indians who live and work here, means that 160 Indians that clog up the roads, cause accidents, fail code inspections at Indian restaurants, speak like this guy, and are a general drag on the security of the UAE, won’t be coming back. That is a very GOOD thing!

I can only pray that this happens every week!

al-emarati posted this pic - its people mourning the crash and he brings in Hindu gods and Indian food into this...what a bastard.

Next he follows it up with more crap about Indian names and Indian food.

Mr UltraBlue.. feels 50% or more of the Emirates population is Indian. Which is not true. But since when the idiots of Dubai were intelligent? If they were why would the need of foreign workers ever arise? All they can do is sleep around with a multitude of whores and maintain a family big enough to make up a 100 camel caravan.

Yeah we may be cheap workforce but your country needs us to stay up on those drying oil wells. I am glad that at least the government agrees Indians are the best people to work with. But at the same time it makes us sad that some dung brains like UltraBlue have such opinion of Indian race. That shows the level of education and upbringing you got.

On top of it he blogs anonymously and could not face more than 5 comments on his blog. The fart face needs to get some balls and face the public like a man.

UPDATE : The site in question has now been flushed down the toilet. Thanks to the active blogging community and the support shown by Understanding Indians and Emaratis. You all have played your part and I say you Rock.

One of my friends just shared  a hot trend on social media – BoobQuakes. Incidentally it steams form the Iranian cleric’s remarks about adultery influencing earth’s seismic activity. (More on Yahoo)
Quoting form Yahoo –

“Many women who do not dress modestly… lead young men astray, corrupting their chastity and spread adultery in society, which (consequently) increases earthquakes,” Hojatoleslam Kazem Sedighi was quoted last week as saying by Iranian media.

So Mr Sedighi who probably has done some deep research into seismic-sex is of opinion that jerks in society who cheat on their partners are responsible for the jerks on earth’s crust, that we call earthquakes.
One brave female blogger defied the preaching and called for a public bashing of this idea. This has eventually snowballed into BoobQuakes. There have been two BoobQuake rallies to prove Mr Sedighi wrong. Believe it or not after the Boobquakes hit the streets a 6.5 Richter scale earthquake hit Taiwan. Do you see any logic behind Taiwan people being punished for the immodesty of European and West Asian Chics?

Well here is the world seismic activity map(courtesy – http://www.iris.edu/seismon/). Most of the harsh quakes seem to be happening in the island and coastal regions. Do the sharks and octopuses have anything to contribute to our equation of illegal sex and earthquakes? May be it is the shrimps who live in the coastal waters. You might also notice that the deserted places are void of earth quakes too. No earthquakes seem to hit Tundra or Siberia or Ice Caps. So it has something to do with sexual activity.
Again what about the European countries where sex trade is permitted? They do not get as many Quakes as Indonesia does – the world’s largest Muslim population area.

Here is my final report on this issue.
Don’t waste your time relating Adultery to Earthquakes. If women could cause natural disasters by flaunting cleavage then men are doomed, but so are women.

Wish You all a very happy HOLI, 2010.

May this festival fill your life with colors and sweetness.

And yeah some tips for those who are going to office tomorrow. Watch out for those water balloons. One missed me by inches today and last year I escaped one big polypack aimed at me from a 4th floor balcony. I am in stealth mode this year. Play safe and dont use harmful colors if your are coming to my place for a color bash.

Sorry to be rude but you are not welcome inside my house and office space. All the coloring has to stay on the streets. I don’t want my furniture and computers colored.

Yesterday I saw the movie 3 Idiots. This is a true tale of India’s educational system. It is competition form day one after your birth. If you are in a metro city like New Delhi and Mumbai you know how difficult it is to get into a decent school. What right do we have to kill the colorful world of  a four year old kid. They have to sit interviews and are bred to see their friends as competitors. (img Src : Santabanta.com)

While scanning through some of the products online at the CES 2010 I came across some weird ones. This particular device called “BabyPlus Prenatal Education system” has been intriguing me for the last few hours. Was it not enough that you are taking the fun out of kids at the age of 3.  Isn’t Home work and ranking system a curse big enough?  You want to ruin their lives even before they see the light of the world?

Womb Raiders (src:usposttoday.com)

This device produces a range of sounds that mimic mother’s heart beat. Their bull shit research shows this will make your baby more “interactive, responsive, relaxed and alert”.  I might put it in another simpler way if you would like to hear. Your child will be “stressed, restless, pissed off and sleep less”. The mother has to wear the device two times, one hour each time. If you can hear the poor chap inside, it is saying – “Mom – I am not ready yet.”

If the mother’s heartbeat was that good for the fetus then the wombs would be the chest and not in the pelvis. Nature has had a longer time experimenting with us than these people. I am not against technology but something like this that is totally profit motivated and has the potential of deeply influencing out social setup should be controlled; better banned.

To end my rambling I say the power still lies with the consumer. Tell them what you want for your kid. They have a life of their own. Don’t force it upon them. Let them choose.

Today while doing the usual rounds of one of my favorite blogging portals I came across a discussion titled “Have your planned out your funeral?” Damn, why the hell should I? I am just 25 and if I mention that to my mother she will scream so loud that it will cause the next tsunami in Bay of Bengal. Even then I read through the discussion where it seemed people had made elaborate plans about their funerals. Some have even decided the exact song to be played and the right brand of wine to be served. Some wanted a party to be hosted where the theme would be Gothic. I felt obliged to respond as I could not stand so much creativity without contributing my own.
I posted :
“I would like to be entombed in a cryonics capsule till I rise again”
You are free to form you own ideas by analyzing my state of mind and labeling me crazy or psycho or A***H***.

Not all were weirdos on this discussion. One 22 year old girl sagely stated that she wanted to be buried and wanted a plant planted over her so that the space does not go waste and she serves manure to the plant. How touching! I felt like getting down on my knees and saying “Oh Angel. Make my life. Be my wife.” Sorry that was a short term nervous break down. So this is what the westerners plan for their post mortal days. But being an Indian I have to think about the repercussions of such action during my mortal days. I assure you such plans will not go down as naively as you plan.

Now consider the girl (above angel whom I fantasize to have proposed) to have been an Indian. Let’s say she became a doctor and then married a surgeon, had 3 kids and finally died peacefully at the age of 79. Oops I just narrated a life in one sentence. Yeah now back to the story. After she dies her family mourn her and then finally lay her for the eternal rest. Honoring her noble wish they plant a Neem sapling over her grave so that she can manure it for some time. So simple story and yet so touching. There is a tear bead forming in the left corner of my right eye.

the tree on the grave

Hey I am yet to build the climax. Let’s go 6 years ahead in time after Neem tree was planted on our protagonist. ……….. Now there are red flags and ornate hangings on the tree that has grown huge, thanks to the manure. People who pass by fold their hands and bow their heads. Old ladies form far off villages come seeking cure for their incurable diseases (because they can’t pay for it). The tree is now considered locally to be the ultimate asylum for childless couples. Maniram, the greengrocer, claims with confidence that the Neem leaves taste sweet to those who believe in the Divine Lady. In case you do not know Neem leaves actually taste bitter. Some can swear in the name of the Spaghetti Monster that they have seen or heard the divine presence on the full-moon nights. Mothers now tie small twigs of the great plant to their daughters wrists as that will shield them from dangers unknown. They are now planning to construct a temple next to the tree as the local priest, who was largely jobless, received a divine message during his alcohol induced slumber.

We are back to current time. All that I narrated above is not pure imagination. It does inculcate some aspects of Indian society, its beliefs and its colors. But I would still like to hear from you if you would like to be remembered this way after death. Feel free to comment.