Friday, October 20, 2006
Animal Rights My Arse...
Came across this photograph on the internet this evening[1], protestors from PETA[2] standing outside the visiting West Indian Cricket team’s visit to the KFC food outlet in Bombay, with slogans of ‘QUIT KFC’ scribbled across the many cards donned by these hypocritical quasi- activists.
This gets ironical, I am an activist and an NGO person (sometimes even the very atypical- kurta, jeans and jhola clad and a voice the world can hear), but today’s actions can be construed only as a hypocritical attention seeking ploy.
Why do I say this? I do have my reasons and they are quite a few, a couple of years back, I had just moved to Bombay and after a long days work had stepped into a Suburban Coffee Shop. As I sat there sipping on some much needed almost delicious coffee, I saw this man throw a black bag in the garbage bin that donned the corner of the road. To my surprise, I heard (it initially sounded like a little baby crying) a soft wailing emanating from the bin. Fearing the worse I ran to the bin to dig out the bag which was the source of the noise.
Packed inside were the 12 puppies, maybe just a few hours old, shivering, wet and covered in Lord only knows what all, dumbfounded as I generally am, had no clue what to do with them, tried calling a few friends to take them in for the night (I was as usual homeless those days and was shacking at my aunts place.. who hated me… and the thought of me taking those pups home to my aunt …oh well lets not even go there!!)
Luckily a few colleagues from work joined me with those 12 almost dead puppies… we cleaned them, got them some milk and someone even agreed to take them home for that night.
It was only the next morning that the search for someone to help us with those puppies started, and it was during that bit that we got in touch with people from PETA, and their reply... was brilliant, “Sir we are sorry but we can only offer you a banana and some milk for the puppies”… for Christ’s’ sake... Unfortunately the puppies died over the next 24 hours…..
I so wish that the above mentioned incident was my last brush with the people from PETA... but if wishes were horses... a few moons later, I was visiting a friends place for a night of debauchery, when I saw the most beautiful German Sheppard, (single boned, double coated) locked in a little cage without water outside a building in Juhu during the humid Bombay summer, the bitch on closer examination looked unhealthy and maggot infested.
The only solution at hand was to call the Honorificabilitudinitatibus people at PETA, which we reluctantly did, (as the owner of the pet refused to comply with our requests of having the bitch medically treated and releasing her from her little prison). And what did the people at PETA do… NOTHING… “ Sir sorry there is nothing we can do” Why … then why have an organization, which claims to achieve the goals of treating animals in an ethical manner? Why was I not surprised…. When all they can do is hold banners and protest against a cricket team that turns up to support its sponsors.
Alas, we call NGO’s as the bridge between law and policy, but some NGO’s especially in the wake of the current events, just seem to widen the existing gap, they seem only interested in attaining the much needed media attention and glare which serves the dual purpose of publicity and fund raising but somewhere along this, aren’t they forgetting the aims for which they were created?
Yes, it is important to raise ones’ voice, to raise every issue and fight it to the core, no matter how trivial it might be, but why take this hypocritical stand? Weren’t the lives of those 12 puppies and the German Sheppard (was informed a few months later that she didn’t last the summer) as important as stopping people from eating the chicken at KFC? You decide.
[1] Further See http://content-uk.cricinfo.com/ci/content/image/263724.html
[2] People for the Ethical treatment of animals, http://
Sunday, October 08, 2006
The End... It Beckons...
The alcohol in my system has been replaced by coffee (blood... what’s that?)... Dark and black… like a fresh oil slick it floats ... leaving me sleepless and dazed… it’s a sign... a sign of the impending end that stares me in my face.. a week from now.. Ill still be sitting here on this fake leather couch …the fire shall still be burning... but… I will be a free man… no longer would I be spending my long winter nights in the arms of Ved Kumari, Asha Bajpai, Rema Nagarajan,and Nyquist…nor will I be waking up to N.L Mitra and K.C. Sarkar by my side.. And how I am going to miss them all.
No longer will I come up with an earth shattering, life changing brain storm while spending quality ( quantitative value was reduced to a distant dream a month back) time on my pristine marble pot…nor will I run out of my bath still cold and wet, to write that one point, which could change the course of dissertation.
Sigh… yea I am jumping the gun…but I am tired... a tired and near dead man... trust me it aint easy spending your nights and morning with so many people…I'm tired of making love to my dissertation… and now I just want it over… its hard to explain…but…what do you expect.. When a man is forced to make non stop love for a month (45 days actually... some one call the people at Guinness... i meant those guys that publish that book on records and not the ones that makes that irish beer)... (I am sure I put superman man to shame with this feat)….
At the end of this... the sun shall still shine (I have to be kidding myself... it never does in Glasgow) and the rain shall still fall (that’s more like it)…but... my life’s never gonna be the same… 7 years of all this (ill)legal education (fuck I had to be mad)… and it shall be over... a few more footnotes… references and the freaking conclusion and I am done….
What next….?
I wish I knew… no longer can I hide in the arms of education fooling the world that I am preparing my self to step into the Colosseum of life to face the battles that await me…but then again… nothing lasts forever and the only thing constant is change.. Blah blah blah…( all that jazz.. someone shove a cork)
I have to stop kidding my self…..the time has finally come ( unless I lose my already Looney mind and jump into a PhD program)… my days as a poor, broke, hungry, drunk and constantly hung-over student are almost over… and my days as a struggling, hungry, broke, homeless out of work human rights lawyer are about to begin.. So may the Man above (You know what may all the Indian Gods above…Man... woman... half man... half elephant... and all the combinations you can come up with.) bless me… I need it all and more…
The alcohol in my system has been replaced by coffee (blood... what’s that?)... Dark and black… like a fresh oil slick it floats ... leaving me sleepless and dazed… it’s a sign... a sign of the impending end that stares me in my face.. a week from now.. Ill still be sitting here on this fake leather couch …the fire shall still be burning... but… I will be a free man… no longer would I be spending my long winter nights in the arms of Ved Kumari, Asha Bajpai, Rema Nagarajan,and Nyquist…nor will I be waking up to N.L Mitra and K.C. Sarkar by my side.. And how I am going to miss them all.
No longer will I come up with an earth shattering, life changing brain storm while spending quality ( quantitative value was reduced to a distant dream a month back) time on my pristine marble pot…nor will I run out of my bath still cold and wet, to write that one point, which could change the course of dissertation.
Sigh… yea I am jumping the gun…but I am tired... a tired and near dead man... trust me it aint easy spending your nights and morning with so many people…I'm tired of making love to my dissertation… and now I just want it over… its hard to explain…but…what do you expect.. When a man is forced to make non stop love for a month (45 days actually... some one call the people at Guinness... i meant those guys that publish that book on records and not the ones that makes that irish beer)... (I am sure I put superman man to shame with this feat)….
At the end of this... the sun shall still shine (I have to be kidding myself... it never does in Glasgow) and the rain shall still fall (that’s more like it)…but... my life’s never gonna be the same… 7 years of all this (ill)legal education (fuck I had to be mad)… and it shall be over... a few more footnotes… references and the freaking conclusion and I am done….
What next….?
I wish I knew… no longer can I hide in the arms of education fooling the world that I am preparing my self to step into the Colosseum of life to face the battles that await me…but then again… nothing lasts forever and the only thing constant is change.. Blah blah blah…( all that jazz.. someone shove a cork)
I have to stop kidding my self…..the time has finally come ( unless I lose my already Looney mind and jump into a PhD program)… my days as a poor, broke, hungry, drunk and constantly hung-over student are almost over… and my days as a struggling, hungry, broke, homeless out of work human rights lawyer are about to begin.. So may the Man above (You know what may all the Indian Gods above…Man... woman... half man... half elephant... and all the combinations you can come up with.) bless me… I need it all and more…
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