Cast : Ram, Kajal Agarwal
Director : Saravanan
Music : Micky j mayer
Producer : Sravanti Ravikishore

Track Listings:

01 – Tanemandho Ando Ledho : Sri Krishna , Madhumitha
02 – Lallaila Majnu : Karthik , Chitra
03 – Thelisina Mate : Siddhartha, Gayatri
04 – Any Time : Saketh , Sathya
05 – Chalo Chalore : Deepu, Gayatri
06 – Raja Ganaraja : Karthik

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One of my favorite places to find desktop wallpaper is Pixelgirl Presents. I’ve gone to the site for years for wallpaper, icons and other cute imagery, and one artist that always catches my eye is Scott Jackson, aka iamscotty. Scott is a designer and illustrator from England, and he focuses mainly on vector artwork made in Adobe Illustrator. Images of a remote and popcorn-wielding Ganesh and Buddha on a lotus flower are interspersed with aliens, bears and surfer dudes, and all have clean lines, bright colors and completely adorable characterizations. You can find the desktop wallpaper he has designed here, and you can see his entire portfolio on his website. Prints of Bird In Hand, Boat Girl and Pilk are also available here.

four days and three nights

Today was my third day in Albuquerque.  Save that first lunch on the way home from the airport, I’ve only been out of the house once, to take a 20 minute walk with my mom in the nearby canyon.  Well, they call it a canyon, but it’s more of a wide dip of open space between a housing development and her neighborhood.  Other than that, I’ve only left the computer for naps, the bathroom, and to eat… though I’ve been eating at my machine a lot.

This sordid tale ends tomorrow.  Whether it’s done or not, I’ll be through with this project, this documentation, this employer, this seven year chapter of my life.  I’ll definitely miss some of my coworkers, but I don’t need the job to stay connected with them.  I’d rather kick it when I’m relaxed, not venting about dumb work shit.

still life with peace lily and dull machete

On a lighter note, this awesome scene is the entryway to my mom’s apartment.  Still life with machete, peace lily, ganesha, and peppermint essential oil.  Truly the house of a mountain lady.  Apropos, as well, because in some circles I’m known as Dull Machete (Dully for short), and I’m about to reconnect with those friends in The City.

Un articol interesant referitor la un artefact apartinand de Cultura Cucuteni am gasit la:
http://pagesperso-orange.fr/pleiadele.dacilor/2498-DARO.htm
Autorul demostreaza, convingator cred, ca acel obiect are o legatura cu Pleiadele. Ce nu arata insa este ca in forma sa de organ sexual acel obiect este legat de steaua Sirius. Autorul obiectului a reusit sa ingemaneze intr-un singur obiect simbolurile Pleiadelor si a lui Sirius. Discul de la Faistos ingemaneaza aceleasi doua simboluri, Sirius si Pleiade, calendar sotic cu simboluri ale Pleiadelor.

Demn de remarcat ca popoarele hindului venereaza un obiect numit Shiva Linga, care de multe ori este tradus ca organul sexual a lui Shiva. Ceea ce este gresit. Corect este energia creatoare a lui Shiva sau energia masculina a lui Shiva. Shiva se deplaseaza calare pe o Vaca (!). Pe Shiva Linga se gaseste un simbol care se gaseste si pe Vel(!). Shiva Linga este un simbol al unirii contrariilor.
Daca Pleiadele sunt un simbol al apei, un simbol al energiilor feminine, yin, Sirius este un simbol al energiilor masculine, foc, yang.

Articole interesante, cu care nu sunt in totalitate de acord: http://www.kheper.net/topics/Tantra/Shakti.html
http://www.karunamayi.org/practices/mahasivaratri.html.
Acea imagine cu Linga si Nuca de Cocos mi-a adus aminte de faptul ca de Pasti se obisnuieste sa se ciocneasca doua oua (!). Ciocnitul oualelor este un simbol al unirii celor doua principii opuse. Yin si Yang unite pentru a da nastere unui nou ciclu. Pentru a da viata.

Pentru un alt zeu, Ganesh, se sparge o nuca de cocos. In acest caz simbolul este eliberarea de bariere.

Everyone is invited to our showing of Aboriginal art by David Dunn, over 80 original paintings to view and or purchase.

All works are priced reasonably. Also there will be a special showing of our new Indian Statues measuring up to 2 metres in height.

To be Held at our shop at 12 High St, Yackandandah. Victoria. Australia from Friday 27th November and Sunday 29th November, 2009 between 9.30am and 6.00pm daily

. . To see more details on this event click here

Rainbow Sprit Dreaming http://www.abearsoldwares.com/Aboriginal.art.htm

Everyone is invited to our showing of Aboriginal art by David Dunn, over 80 original paintings to view and or purchase.

All works are priced reasonably. Also there will be a special showing of our new Indian Statues measuring up to 2 metres in height.

To be Held at our shop at 12 High St, Yackandandah. Victoria. Australia from Friday 27th November and Sunday 29th November, 2009 between 9.30am and 6.00pm daily

. . To see more details on this event click here

http://www.abearsoldwares.com/Aboriginal.art.htm

Everyone is invited to our showing of Aboriginal art by David Dunn, over 80 original paintings to view and or purchase. All works are priced reasonably.  Also there will be a special showing of our new Indian Statues measuring up to 2 metres in height.

To be Held at our shop at 12 High St, Yackandandah. Victoria. Australia  from Friday 27th November and Sunday 29th November, 2009 between 9.30am and 6.00pm daily.                              . To see more details on this event click here

Original art by David Dunn

Siddhivinayak is one of the major pilgrim places in Mumbai. Normal people to celebrities visit this temple. Ganapati is the deity worshipped here. It is located in Prabhadevi in Mumbai. It is built by Laxman Vithu and Deubai Patil. The temple has a small mandap or Hall. The name Sidhivinayak means “Ganesh/ Ganapati who grants your wish”. This is the main reason there is always an unending flow of devotees and most of them leave the temple with a happy face. The inner roof of the sanctum is gold plated. Siddhivinayak was started as a small insignificant temple; today it is the most known temple in Maharashtra and beyond.

People from all parts of the country visit Siddhivinayak temple to get blessed. Mumbai international airport is the nearest airport and Mumbai railway station has wide network from all parts of the country. There are plenty of hotels and resorts in Mumbai where one can stay during their visit to Siddhivinayak temple.

 Ordem no Caos

Por Luiz Leite

Fiquei um pouco atordoado ao chegar à Índia. Voce possivelmente jamais viu tanta gente, a menos que tenha estado na China. É como um formigueiro. A única diferença é que o formigueiro tem certa organização… Depois de algum tempo observando intrigado a incrível confusão, percebi que a polêmica teoria do caos aos poucos se ia confirmando. Existe mesmo alguma ordem no caos? Parece que sim. Não dá para entender, por exemplo, como o trânsito na Índia funciona sem que haja uma trajédia de grande monta diariamente. Todavia, funciona. Existe, portanto, ordem no Caos. O meu silogismo talvez não esteja bem alinhavado, mas é mais ou menos por aí.

Os motoristas dirigem loucamente, businando desesperadamente, numa verdadeira balbúrdia que mais parece a Corrida Maluca dos mestres do cartoon, Hanna e Barbera. Voce  vai se sentir numa aventura inacreditável ao tomar um taxi em Nova Delhi. As emoções da corrida vão trazer o seu coração da sua segura zona de conforto para as raias do desespero… Impossível não se “emocionar”, dar alguns gritos,  risadas nervosas, e também dar glória a Deus depois de pagar a corrida, pelo simples fato de estar descendo do taxi inteiro. Quem conhece a Índia sabe que não estou exagerando.

Numa dessas corridas conheci Vidji, um dos muitos milhões de simpáticos indianos. Ao começarmos a conversa percebi logo de cara que estava diante de uma daquelas pessoas simples e absolutamente agradáveis com quem bater um papo. Depois de algum tempo de papo o assunto acabou caindo na arena das religiões. Perguntei a Vidji quem era o seu Deus para então ouvir a resposta mais inusitada a uma pergunta que já tive na vida. O indiano respondeu: “O meu deus é voce!” Meio atônito perguntei: “Como assim?”  Ele respondeu:”Meu deus é quem me sustenta, e quem me sustenta são os clientes…”

Ao perceber como eu fiquei surpreso diante da resposta, e também para não ofender seus outros deuses, apontou logo para as fotos de várias divindades hindus que carregava no painel e disse, procurando apresentar aos seus outros deuses uma reverência nada convincente: “É claro que também adoro ao senhor Ganesh, ao senhor Shiva…” Diante do rosário de deuses que ele ia apresentando perguntei a queima roupa: “Afinal, qual dentre todos esses é o verdadeiro deus?  Confesso que não estava preparado para a resposta. Mais uma vez seria surpreendido pela resposta do meu já quase amigo indiano. Ele simplesmente respondeu: “Não sei!” e acrescentou: “Para dizer a verdade, me sinto confuso com respeito a isso…”

Abriu-se a porta para a evangelização. Lá estava ela, escancarada, e melhor, pedindo que eu entrasse e me fizesse em casa. “Vidji - disse com intimidade chamando o meu amigo pelo nome  – a Bíblia diz que…” É, entretanto, muito complicado dizer para alguém que não tem qualquer noção da importância da Bíblia, que a Bíblia diz isto e aquilo… Ele poderia muito bem dizer: “E daí?”  Mas a empatia já criada não permitiria movimentos bruscos. Apresentei Jesus a ele como o único e verdadeiro Deus, tomando o cuidado de não ofender sua crença. O cristianismo, entretanto, é absolutamente exclusivista… se Jesus é o único digno de culto, de adoração, se é o verdadeiro Deus, então quem são os outros?

Partindo da base que ele mesmo me dera, ao dizer que se sentia confuso com respeito ao verdadeiro Deus, perguntei: “Vidji, voce sinceramente gostaria de conhecer o verdadeiro Deus?”  Ele respondeu que sim. Desafiei-o a fazer um teste e dei as orientações. Disse-lhe: “Voce vai chegar em casa e fazer suas orações a Jesus, pedindo a ele para te mostrar quem é o verdadeiro Deus.” A acrescentei: “Ore com honestidade e prepare-se! voce vai ter a experiência mais incrível de sua vida!”

Parecendo ter ficado curioso, logo perguntou, como se já contabilizando o peso das decisões que teriam que ser tomadas: “Isto quer dizer que eu vou ter que ir para igreja dos cristãos e me tornar cristão também?” Ao que respondi: “Não, não estou dizendo nada disso. Quem vai dizer o que voce terá que fazer é o Senhor Jesus… Ele vai te mostrar quem é o verdadeiro Deus, e ele mesmo vai te dizer o que voce terá que fazer.”

Em meio ao caos das religiões e ao engano dos deuses falsos, é possível encontrar ordem; Jesus continua dando sentido ao mundo caótico dos homens,ainda que tudo pareça tão confuso e absurdo. É bastante improvável que eu venha me encontrar com Vidji novamente em meio a mais de um bilhão de indianos, mas levei a impressão de que algo acontecera no coração daquele homem. Paguei a conta e desci do carro feliz por estar saindo com minha vida, e mais ainda por ter levado Vida à vida do meu amigo.

Starring : Ram , Kajal Agarwal, Ashish Vidyarthi
Producer : Sravanthi Ravi Kishore
Director : M Saravanan
Watch Online : Click Here To Watch

PAZHANI
Each region in India has its own favourite god. Uttar Pradesh has Ram, Maharashtra has Ganesh, Andhra Pradesh has Balaji(Sreenivasan) and Tamilnadu has Pazhani Andavan(God), my namesake. As a name for children, both of us disliked it, without any reason. Taditionally, my son should have been given this name, being my father’s name;  instead, we called him Sudhir.
One night my wife forgot to swith off the water pump. When she woke up at midnight, she asked me to chech it. By then, mud had entered the pipe and it had stopped, though motor was still alive. Wife thought of atonement by a visit to the famous temple, on the hill to at Pazhani.
There is a metre guage train from Palakad town to Pazhani, spelt Palani in their language. We, including Sudhir and my niece Usha, got out of the railway station, when we were greeted by the tongawallah: come, I shall take you to a hotel. As I was totally a stranger to the place, we got into the horse drawn cart and, in five minutes, we reached the town.
Don’t you want to do pal abhishekam?; the fellow seemed eager to please us.
 Go to Pazhani and not wash the deity with milk ? It is like going to a barber, chitchat and come  back without hair cut. (In the village, many people do it). So he took us to a milk shop, where Rs. seventy five was paid for ten litres of milk. That evening, we went round the town; dirty, narrow streets, unclean people, children in rags and plenty of tongas. The majestic hill with lights can be seen, but not the temple.
The next morning the same tongawallah, took us to the same milk shop. A huge brass vessel, containing milk was ready. How shall we carry it up the hill? No worry; a maid was ready at hand. Give her just Rs. 25, that is all. So we followed her, climbing thousands of well concreted step, two lane, and when we reached the entrance to the temple, we saw a long que.
Do not worry; I shall take you direct to the sanctum, give only Rs. ten, so we paid it and followed her. When we reached the sanctum by a short cut, the milk can and materials for pooja, like sandal sticks, coconut etc. were handed over to the poojary, not a brahmin, some other middle caste, and we went for Darshan and prayers, as direced by the maid, who promised to see us after half an hour.
The view from the top is worth all th trouble. Beng a single rock projecting above a vast plain, we can see the country side in all directions, as from an airoplane. Kodaikanal hills, a  tourist spot with lake etc. could be seen in the horizon. In the night, the sky lit with stars is a real treat.
 The golden chariot made at that time, is small of course, but cute! There is a large crowd when it is taken out from the cage, where it is safely kept. The temple itself is just ordinary. Tamilnadu is a land of thousands of grand temples, never damaged through the course of history, as invaders had had enough in the north.
When we met the maid again, she gave us each a  mouthful of milk, the left over after pouring over the deity of Lord Subramanian, as is customary. The whole drama is to cheat the unsuspecting devotees. There was not a single drop of milk in the can!  Near the temple we saw the notice: Rs. ten for milk abhishekam.
We saw people burning a piece of camphor on each step as a tribute to the Lord. During our next visit there, with Kishan, our common nephew, he and mysef, to give him compahy, had our heads shaven and photographed. That time we used the electic trolley, to climb up and down.

Di kamar ku, dalam ukuran 3×3 yang sedang meracun oleh debu, pada malam yang seharusnya indah, aku dan dia menangis, mencoba saling menawarkan SAYANG yang semaikn jauh dari mengerti, aku dan dia yang sama sama tak MENGERTI apa yang di kata…………

GANESH : Kau alasanku untuk dewasa
GEMBIZ : Maksudnya?
GANESH : Akhirnya aku kenal siapa aku, Dan itu berkat kamu , Dan ini waktunya berjalan menjadi pribadi yang matang
GEMBIZ : Aduh aduh…………aku jadi gak enak sendiri……..matang?
GANESH : Bentar lagi kita lulus kuliah, Itu artinya kita hampir habis waktu untuk utopis,
Kalau sampai waktu itu kita blm bisa mantapin pribadi, Kita hanya akan tergilas
GEMBIZ : Aku percaya……….kita bertiga bisa hadapin bareng menjadi hebat saat kita lulus.bersama……
Aku percaya……..!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kita bisa…!!!!!!!!!!
Hidup pak sby……….!!!
Iya aku ngerti……….aku gak nyambung……..tapi aku cuman ingin bilang “ KITA AKAN BARENG BARENG TERUS……”
MAKANYA JANGAN CENGENG PADA YANG GAK PANTAS DI TAKUTIN…..!!!!, PIYE?

GANESH : Aku masih lupa caranya berharap
GEMBIZ : Kalo orang yang aku percaya tak tau cara berharap………akan jadi apa aku??
GANESH : Binuko
GEMBIZ : Desi.
GANESH : Mati
GEMBIZ : Ikut
GANESH : G usah
GEMBIZ : Urusanku……….!!!
GANESH : Jgn pernah keramas
GEMBIZ : Kalo ada yang masih mau metani ketambo ku………..aku gak kramas gak papa
GANESH : ]banyak
GEMBIZ : Gak ada yang sebodoh kamu kalo metani
GANESH : Makasih atas kesempatan…..,, Aku kenal 1 orang hebat, Yang potensinya baru muncul 10 persen

GEMBIZ : Hemmmmmmm……….orang hebat bukan orang yang bisa bikin kehebatan…wkwkwkwkwkwk, Tapi adalah orang yang berada di sisi orang yang terpuruk dan menyayanginya.
GANESH : Semua juga bisa
GEMBIZ : Ya……semua juga bisa…….tapi kamu sama alex yang menerima ku saat itu.
Aku kamu alex……….kita bertiga terlalu keren………..
GANESH : Aku udah pension
GEMBIZ : Hemm……baiklah……lo itu pilihan MI…..dah gak ada ALEX dah gak ada GANESH dan dah gak ada GEMBIZ lagi……..
GANESH : Alex ada, Gembiz ada
GEMBIZ : Ya.gembiz masih ada……..tapi dia sudah tak lagi kenal sama ALEX, SAMA GANESH, SAMA JOGJA!!! Pilihan gampang kuk MI,,,,,,,,,, Tinggalin aja aku…………..biar gak lagi ketawa.gak lagi nulis, gak kenal lagi tentang moto LANGIT….., Kembali ke biasa saja………menjadi dulu mungkin,,,,,robot bodoh korban IDEALISME……..
GANESH : Kenapa?
GEMBIZ : AKU SAYANG KALIAN………KALIAN YANG KU BANGGAKAN………KALIAN HARTA TERBESAR KU….KEDUA KAKI KU…AYAH IBU KU…………..TEMPAT AKU MANJA DENGAN CARAKU………..
GANESH : Alex mungkin…., Tapi aku sudah bkn lg ganesh yg keren, Yg kau temui pertama kali
GEMBIZ : Aku pertama kali ketemu ganesh pun dia sudah tidak keren……….jadi tenang tenang saja……hanya saat saat ini saja dia lagi MELLOW, Makanya………jangan sedih mulu yah……….aku jadi binggung
GANESH : Bingung apa?
GEMBIZ : Ya BINGUNG……karena gak bisa apa apa………
GANESH : Kalau kamu bingung, aku jg g bs apa2
GEMBIZ : Aku ngerti.emang kamu gak bisa apa apa….TAPI YANG JELAS, AKU SENANG BANGET..ADA KAMU DI SISI AKU………..AKU GAK NGRASA SENDIRI.
GANESH : Kan banyak yg bs nemani,,,, Dan bisa apa2…
GEMBIZ : MEREKA GAK NGERTI AKU………………!!!
GANESH : Kamu yg g mau dingertiin
GEMBIZ : Hemmm……..ya sudahlah………..terserah…aku menyerah………mau MI apa.??
Lo bener bener ingin pergi.aku gak nglarang……..dari pada ma aku, dan gak percaya ma aku, gak perduli ma aku………….
GANESH : Mau bi apa?
GEMBIZ : Aku ingin kita gak BAHAS ini.!!!!!!!!!! Aku merasa mi sudah gak percaya sama BI, dengan pertanyaan pertanyaan seperti itu, TAK PERNAH SEDIKIT PUN……….BI BERPIKIR NINGGALIN MI……NINGGALIN ALEX…………..NINGGALIN KEBERSAMAAN KITA………BI SELALU PERCAYA……….KITA AKAN BAIK BAIK SAJA…………… KITA BERTIGA …………….WALAU DI DALAMNYA ADA HUBUNGAN KITA BERDUA……….AKU TAK INGIN KITA BERPISAH………SELALU BEGINI……………AKU GAK NIAT SEDIKIT PUN UNTUK BERUBAH SAMA KALIAN, PERGI DARI KALIAN, AKU SAYANG SAMA MI…………………SANGAT…………MAAFIN BI YANG GAK NGAJAK MAKAN MI YAH……….. MI LO TAKUT………AKU JUGA TAKUT……………….LO KITA SAMA SAMA TAKUT…KASIAN ALEX,…..

“ AKU TIDAK MENGERTI APA YANG KU RASA, YANG AKU MAU HANYA KALIAN BAHAGIA DI SAMPINGKU, BERBICARA TENTANG HIDUP, BERBICARA TENTANG MATI, BERBICARA TENTANG CINTA DAN KEBODOHAN……….AKU YANG TAK MAMPU UNTUK MENJADI HEBAT SEPERTI KALIAN, AKU YANG MASIH TERLALU LAMBAT UNTUK MENJADI PENDAMPING DI JALAN KALIAN, TAPI AKU TAK MENYERAH, KARENA KALIAN SELALU MERANGKUL DAN MENGGENGAM TANGAN KU UNTUK TERUS BERSAMA, MENAWARKAN SENYUM DAN KEHANGATAN, AKU SAYANG KALIAN, YA,,,,,,,,,,,,,AKU TERLALU SAYANG KALIAN, 2 MANUSIA YANG KU ANGGAP MANUSIA TERMANIS DALAM HIDUP KU, GANESH : IBUKU, TEMPAT AKU MERASAKAN HANGAT NYA SAYANG, MENEDUHKAN KU SAAT TERIK DALAM BELAI NYA,WANITA YANG PUNYA SEGUDANG IMPIAN PALING BERSAHAJA YANG PERNAH KU DENGAR, WANITA YANG MENEMANIKU UNTUK MENANGIS JUJUR……MEMBERSIHKAN KETAMBO KU….YANG SEDIH SAAT AKU TAK MEMPERCAYAINYA MAU UNTUK HIDUP DALAM ASIN HIDUP KU……. ALEX : AYAH, MANUSIA BODOH YANG MENGAJARI KU BERLARI UNTUK PERCAYA BAHWA MIMPI SELALU BISA KITA RAIH, YANG MENAMPAR KU UNTUK YAKIN, BAHWA AKU MAMPU, YANG PAGI PAGI SAAT SAHUR MENGUCEK UCEK RAMBUTKU LALU NGOMONG “ AKU SAYANG KAMU MBIN……….” ENTAH KERASUKAN SETAN APA DIA BISA NGELUARIN KATA KATA SEHOMO ITU, TAPI AKU BENER BENER MERASA BERARTI, “ AKU SAYANG KAMU LEX ” CUMAN SAYANG, KATA KATA ITU TAK MUNCUL, TERTELAN TEGUKAN KOPI PANAS KU………DAN KU TAU KAU PASTI JUGA MENDENGARNYA………
AKU SAYANG KALIAN………………GANESH NITEMARE, ALEXBUKANAMASLI……………………”

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If humans are still evolving, how will our specie look like in a millennium should we survive whatever environmental and social surprises are in store for us? Will we become larger or smaller, smarter or dumber? How will the emergence of new diseases and the rise in global temperature shape us? Will a new human species arise one day?

Paleontologists, biologists and evolution scientists who have studied the changes in humans since pre-historic times are unanimous that human body will undergo several changes in the near future. A team of futurologists consisting of biologists, anthropologists and paleontologists have designed a blueprint of a future human based on the likelihood of future environmental and social changes our world will undergo in the next few hundred years.

“The male of the future will be medium-height, elephant-headed – a masterful man, with a trunk, big head, small eyes, small mouth, two large ears, two extra limbs and a large belly. Physically, by the next millennium, humans will be trans-humans, part biological evolution, part-godlike, but full of artificial engineering and cross-biological transplantation” said Dr. John Irving, leader of the team, an anthropologist at Cambridge University.

According to Dr Stephen Howard, an anthropologist at Yale University, the seeds of man’s future evolution lie in the present. Mentally, we are currently experiencing the greatest spike in knowledge ever. “There are almost three billion google searches a month and they are growing – that’s a lot of information coming into our heads. Half of what students learn in their first year becomes outdated by the third years. In order to process, memorize and recollect such large chunks of information, we will need larger brains. Our future man is likely to have a very big head.”

“In order to process vast amounts of information we will need more concentration skills. Our large eyes tend to distract us from tasks at hand. The pressure to memorize extraordinary quantities of incoming data would force future humans to develop smaller eyes which will reduce their sensory input and help them concentrate better. The man of the next millennium is also likely to have a small mouth since easy access to billions of terra-bytes of information through microchips installed inside the brain would make excessive talking redundant.”

According to Dr Howard, although we will talk less, we will have big ears to ensure that there is no loss of information in transit. “Our inability to overcome racial, national, cultural and many other barriers stems from our lack of ability to listen properly to viewpoints of others. Compared to our big mouths, we have very small ears which makes it difficult and extremely boring for us to listen to other people talking. After hundreds of years of wars, tensions between races and communities and violent uprisings, humans will feel the need to overcome communication blocks due to mismatch between the sizes of our ears and mouths. Evolution will correct this dichotomy and eventually bless us with larger ears giving us the ability to listen more efficiently in the future.”

The most remarkable prediction of the team is that we will grow elephant-like trunks by the end of this millennium. “Present day humans sorely lack a multi-tasking organ capable of varied tasks that they encounter in their daily lives. As life becomes more complex, the need for such an organ would force us to develop elephant-like trunks. Our larger brains would require more oxygen intake making our small noses obsolete. A trunk, apart from breathing in more air would also be useful as an extra limb, since all our four other limbs will be fully occupied most of the time”

Yes, in future, we may have four limbs!! Our future society would be highly complex requiring us to do many tasks simultaneously. Even today our two arms are a big hindrance in our ability to multi-task. With just two limbs at our disposal, typing on our keypads, sending text messages, answering phone calls, eating junk food, warding off mosquitoes or flies and covering our mouths while coughing or sneezing simultaneously becomes a difficult juggling act. In future, our bodies will respond to new challenges of the times by growing at least two extra limbs, says Dr. Robert Chang, an eminent biologist at Rockefeller Institute of Genetic Research, New York.

According to Dr. Chang, future humans will also have large bellies in order to aid easy digestion of junk-food. The future man would give up resisting unhealthy, junk food since excessive exposure to artificial additives present in junk food would forever change his taste buds making it impossible for him to survive on natural foods alone. A large stomach would become necessary to peacefully digest both healthy and junk food.

The team of researchers credited Prof. Ganeshan Muthuswami of Princeton University for providing the initial inspiration for this line of research. “A chance encounter with Professor Ganeshan at a seminar resulted in me asking him the meaning of his name. The professor explained to me that his name was derived from Hindu elephant god, Ganesha.” said Dr. John Irving.

He also said that Lord Ganesha could have been a time-traveler from the future into our past. “When I googled Ganesha, I was amazed by the plethora of Ganesha art on the Internet. Lord Ganesha seems to be the one of the most popular gods in the world after Jesus. The abundance of artistic interpretations of his form suggest that millions of people are fascinated by his highly-evolved body. Perhaps he was a traveler from our future to the past who visited earth to show off his remarkably evolved body and influence us in evolving quickly!”

Ganesh Venkatraman, the actor who played the police officer in Unnaipol Oruvan, has just bagged another offer. Realizing the potential of this star, director Selva has signed him up for his forthcoming film for Kavithalaya, Muriyadi.

Though Ganesh’s debut venture Abhiyum Naanum (where he played Trisha’s lover) was a different genre of film, he proved his potential as an action hero in UO. In Muriyadi, Ganesh plays a lawyer and the role has scope for oodles of action, we hear. The actor will share screen space with Ramya Nambisen and Sathyaraj. The film is expected to go on floors very soon.

Location: My Office Desk when I was at Hurix, Time: Who cared :-p

PS: This is one of my favourites.

it was seven in the evening. i’d just returned from my shop. it was pretty cold that night. my phone rang. the monitor showed ’surri h’. ‘h’ stands for ‘haraami’.

“bhai… this is surri.”

“haa bhai.. tell?”

“its pretty cold tonight. why don’t you join us here at anna egg wala’s shop?”

“us? who is with you? bhabhi? “

“no, you bastard. hanuman is with me.always talking about bhabhi”

i was in no mood to meet him. i’d no relations with him as such. but surri and hanuman were best of friends. i was finding it difficult to refuse surri’s request. so i just disconnected it.

the phone rang again. this time it was complete ’surri harami’. actually. i’ve five numbers of surri. the rest three are of different names such as surri bastard, surri sala and the last one should not be written here. he takes full advantage of his always sleeping employer and steals the SIM”S and handsets.

the phone rang again.

“you bastard… why’d you disconnected the call?”

“no it just got disconnected.”

“okay so where to meet?”

“no. not today. we will meet some other time. say sorry to hanuman.”

“arrey no. you’ve to come just now. hey talk to hanuman.”

this incident was least wanted. i didn’t want to talk to him. when we once met a year before surri had told me about hanuman. he had started taking bhang. suddenly various voices started coming. and one of them was of refusal of hanuman to talk to me. he was telling surri that he had rajshri in his mouth. but surri insisted. so both of us were talking to each other on surri h’s insistence. i don’t know how surri manage with him.

“hullo……..hullo…”

“haa hanuman bhai…bolo..”

“hullo is it goatsheeng??? goatsheeng?”

“yes this is goatsheeng.”

“goatsheeng this is hanuman….hanuman.”

suddenly he cut the call.

the phone rang again.

“yes, we are waiting for you.” surri said.

the call again got disconnected.

i told my mother that i was leaving.

“beware of these kids. they are not good. and don’t listen to faaltu plans of surri. amit’s mother was telling me about some of his plans that amit told her. you know what reputation these left people have!”

“okay i am leaving byeeeee.”

i was in no mood to waste money on surri and that to when he is with hanuman. i took a tempo to reach anna egg corner. and i had just rs 20 in pocket.

i reached anna egg corner. i found them seating on surri’s 1983 model ‘priya’.

i reached to them.

“see the rich people have arrived.” surri exclaimed.

“leave it yaar!” i said.

i saw hanuman wearing a black t-shirt with a caption ’ milky balloons inside’.

he was looking the same as the last time i saw him during ganesh utsav.

that ganesh utsav was the only event that we experienced with fervour. the right people had given money and the left people made the jhaaki.

“that is what these people are for.” batra uncle said while fighting over money when somebody had given extra money to a left person.

my house was in middle. one side was left area mainly consisting of poor people or lower middle class and right area for the right people, the rich.

to some extent my house was also a part of right area.

they made the jhaaki but batra uncle took all the credit. hanuman was the son of halwaai.

but where am i going? i am not here to write about the atrocities and insults faced by the poor.

” from where you bought this t-shirt?” i asked hanuman as we hugged each other.

“from bumbai, a friend bought it. liked it? have you seen it’s back part?” he squirted a red juice of rajshri as he spoke.

the back part had a picture of pamela anderson with football on her………….

they ordered bhurji and i decided boiled eggs for myself.

“let’s go to my room.” surri said.

“please yaar goatsheeng . please come.” hanuman insisted.

“okay…lets go.”

we, all three sat on his ‘priya’ . and left for his room.