What you may never find in your mainstream news sources THE CON IS ON – PART – 1

Hundreds of police officers armed to the teeth are seen guarding a prison in Mumbai; it is the famous Arthur Road Prison. Since the November 2008, it is the most heavily guarded prison in India. Most of the security is to safeguard one single prisoner. More than 30 million dollars have been spent to secure his safety. Ironically, he is the most secure person in India today.

This person happens to be Ajmal Kasab the sole surviving Pakistani terrorist who indulged in mass killings on 26/11/2008 in Mumbai, India. The people of India would love to see him hanged at the earliest. However, the ruling political class could have other designs.

On the night of 26 November, the whole world saw Ajmal Kasab live on their television sets spraying bullets on the innocent citizens. More than a billion people were witnesses to the mass massacre of innocent citizens of different countries. Yet there is a court case going on to decide if he is guilty. Strange isn’t it?

Another terrorist Afzal Guru has been awarded the death sentence by the highest Indian courts yet the Congress govt is reluctant to execute it. The Congress govt very cleverly invents ten different excuses for the delay. The sentiments of the people of this country are the least of its concerns. The crying emotions of humanity do not move them a bit.

Dossier after dossier, I do not remember how many, may be 7, 8 or even 9 which have been sent to Pakistan have not generated the results which the Congress – NCP party wanted us to believe they would. Right from day one, it was a foregone conclusion that the Islamic republic of Pakistan would never take action on terrorism. They are not fools to cut off and dismantle their only industry, which brings in the moolah.

The citizens of India may be fools but the Pakistanis are not. Terrorism is a large-scale enterprise for them and they hold the sole copy rights for it, of course they have franchisees and outlets numbering in millions spread all over the world.

Just like the Pakistanis, it could be possible that the Con – gress and NCP party politicians are also masters at lies, deceit, deception and betrayal. I will not at all be surprised, if either Afzal Guru or Ajmal Kasab contract some disease like malaria, jaundice, swinflu or even some kidney problem in their highly secured prison cells. Don’t you think it would be convenient for some ‘Sickularist’ politicians if these two terrorists whither away and die? Remember Harshad Mehta?

Or

Suddenly one fine day we may hear Ajmal Kasab has committed suicide. Now please don’t ask me stupid questions as to why will such a deed be allowed to? Every one knows why

‘THE CON IS ON’

Varon B K Sharma

Author of the reality based fiction ‘Assassination Of George Bush’ www.varonbksharma.com

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M’adone que estos dies m’aïlle prou perquè no vull/puc contar les coses que estan passant per ma vida, i perquè hi ha massa gent preparada per a donar consells no demanats.

Vaig llegir recentment un article molt interessant sobre l’empatia: no és només ficar-se en el lloc de l’altre, sinó en els sentiments de l’altre. És molt complicat. La gent realment no sol ser empàtica, sinó que passa pel filtre de la seua subjectivitat i la seua manera d’entendre les coses lo que tu li contes (o, senzillament, els gestos o la cara que fas) i automàticament et contesta què faria ella en la (suposada) teua situació, quina solució aplicaria ella.

I hi ha vegades en què només cal escoltar i callar. També m’ho aplique a mi, clar; no pretenc donar lliçons a ningú.

També, pel meu caràcter, tendisc a no contar alguna cosa quan està a meitat, quan encara està en marxa (sobretot, projectes, etc.); m’agrada més parlar-ne i contar-ho tot quan ja està acabat, quan ja es pot mostrar o parlar d’un resultat final.

I ara, en este cas, encara està tot a meitat, i se’m fa molt complicat simplement estar amb la gent.

En moments complicats com els que ens està tocant viure les últimes setmanes (sense ser res de l’altre món), i senzillament davant de tota la novetat que està suposant este nou curs (sobretot en l’àmbit personal, però també en el professional), el repte és no deixar de ser u mateix.

Em costa adaptar-me a les noves situacions, i més si són complicades, si són problemes, o coses no agradables, no desitjades, etc. Em costa adaptar-m’hi sense deixar de ser jo mateix, és a dir: no sé com comportar-me, o acabe comportant-me de manera estranya. Segurament, per voler aparentar normalitat, que res no passa, que res no m’afecta, etc.

Torne a llegir lo que vaig escriure l’última vegada, i m’alegre un muntó; ahí tinc un referent, una declaració d’intencions pròpia raonada. Idees clares, pensaments meus ben expressats. Va ser una sort escriure eixe dia.

Avuiii un poemaaaa:) de amor

si Yo No Pido Tanto!

¡Si yo no pido tanto!
Amor es lo que pido.
Briznas de amor para esta sed del mundo,
tan grande y tan sumisa.
Un diminuto amor, pero constante,
que dé su mano al que su mano tienda,
que limpie las miradas y los ojos
llene de dulcedumbre.
Algo de amor en esos corazones
que no aman a los niños,
que son capaces de cegar a un pájaro,
de aplastar las hormigas.
Algo de amor; apenas un murmullo
de amor en cada pecho de criatura
hacia todos los seres,
hacia todas las cosas.

¡Si yo no pido tanto!
Briznas de amor para esta sed del mundo.

Ana Inés Bonnin Armstrong

esperooo que us agradiiii(L)

‘Disarm you with a smile’ that’s exactly what I do when faced with some kind of confrontation. Especially when it comes to friends and my peers, basically people who aren’t my family. I just smile and act as if nothing is wrong when really everything is.

It’s like I always want to please people. I don’t want them to be mad at me – I just want them to like me. Does that make me weird?

I rarely say my opinions or what I’m really thinking, I rarely let my true emotions come out. I kind of just bottle them up and end up resenting people.

BUT, when I’m at home or with my family it’s the complete opposite. When I’m at home I don’t hold anything back, at least when it comes to my emotions. When I’m angry, you’ll know it.

I guess I kind of feel like there are two sides to me: The one that the ‘public’ sees and then the other that’s reserved for my family.

I wonder if this happens to everyone else.

Title from song “Disarm” by Smashing Pumpkins

I’ve been fading into the background of our farmhouse lately, disconnecting the USB cable from the back of my neck and contemplating my next move. Watching the stats of Fiercely Interdependent peak and flatline and peak again, this time with a smaller peak, and then burp and fizzle and meander, I listen to the autumn rain steadily soak the pastures as a goat, separated from his flock, his herd, his gaggle, his posse–whatever a goat social group is called–as he mournfully bleats at the moon and his loss and the mud and for someone (that would be me and my wife, the farmer/goatherd having gone home or somewhere else for the night, and not picking up his phone), someone to please help, I am struck by how good my life is right now. That despite–despite? or in conjunction with?–not holding a straight job at the moment. Life is good. So says my mug of coffee, sitting to my left as I type this, tepidly warm, with a graphic design dog that’s fetched a newspaper printed on it (a sort of magic in its own right, that technology allows people to mass produce ceramic items like mugs with crisply-defined images on them as if they were pieces of paper or posterboard). On the reverse side of this mug, if there is such a thing to a cylinder, is the proclamation:  ”Do what you like. Like what you do.”

That was once a novel idea to me, but now I am actively making it my reality. A trickle of income from online book sales and a lot of time to read and create, that’s what I’ve got. That’s my work. Granted, I could still use a straight job for steady income and stability, but let’s be honest here, straight jobs don’t fit me very well. I could try to fool you and act the part, but I think we all need to see something novel, creative, beautiful or startling, alive and vital, not just another straight job cog in the crunching machine of consumer and corporate capitalist culture. Besides, when I’m that cog, I’m a disgruntled, passionless, and bitter cog.

So instead, these days I’m reading Chinweizu’s The West and the Rest of Us: White Predators, Black Slavers and the African Elite (published in 1975; review forthcoming), and thinking, apart from the “life is good” sentiments of my individual existence, that the world is just as, if not more, fucked-up than I always intuitively felt it was. Granted, “always” is always an exaggeration (even now); a more accurate statement would be to say that the diseased state of the world, which suffers from short-sighted technological humans, continues to disturb and concern me, and as I learn more about the foibiles and willful injustices of Euro-centric history, I occasionally still despair and cuss at the arrogance of “culture”.  On a lighter note, I’m also reading Best New Horror 4 (published in 1993, but full of horror from 1992; it’s not new at all, but that’s the title and we’re sticking to it; no review planned), discovering Poppy Z. Brite and Thomas Ligotti and their excellent stories “How to Get Ahead in New York” and “The Glamour”, respectively, within its pages. And with both these books in my hands, I’m seeking some balance between these ever-present social concerns of justice, self-determination, equality, liberty–you know, our shared American values, right?–and my deepening need for this farmhouse and this room and the rural space and my pens and imagination and books and the space here where all of that converges in a matrix of music and dancing self-actualization, and I’m all like, “Damn, who has time for a job? There’s so much work to do!”

The Sentiments and other stories is slated for an early 2010 release. This is intentionally vague; I have a more specific goal in mind, but as much as I plan to hold myself to that deadline, I know myself and my need to approach projects with an open attitude towards time. I could create schedules made of blocks and watch parts, but then I’d just end up throwing said schedule against the wall and yelling at it resentfully. No need for that. Through time and experience, I’ve come to trust myself to enter into a process and emerge with a product. I recognize that my products will be more satisfying all-around and better quality if I don’t imprison them within false constructs like: “This needs to be done now,” or “I suck because I should be doing that right now but instead I’m thinking about donuts and watching the dust collect on my cat,” or “If I don’t do four illustrations a month, I’ll never get this project done in time.”

The illustrations are getting done. A foul-language version of an illustration for the title story is hiding behind a “mature content warning” over at LuB’s deviantart page. This will probably be included in the print edition, but I may edit out some of the fucks and fuckin’ fuck fucks. Sometimes I get carried away, but I wanted to visually show the burden of self-loathing and extreme self-consciousness that causes Charley to have the physical symptoms that he does and the associated powers/curses that come with those.

Currently on the painting board is a watercolor illustration of Mandolin from the “Invisible Dead” story; it’s Jay the Toke’s dream vision of her:

Mandolin in Jay the Toke's Dream work in progress

I’ve also produced a watercolor portrait of Jay, which is not an illustration as much as a character study. I’m not satisfied with it; his cheeks are too bony-looking and it kinda looks like someone broke his jaw. The colors are nice, though, with a bit of a 1970s flavor, and it was a fun piece to do.

Jay the Toke

If you are wondering who these characters are, you can meet them in “In the Wilderness with the Invisible Dead” which you can read in the free preview edition of The Sentiments and other stories on BookBuzzr, or if you prefer, you can download it freely from lulu.com or createspace.com.  The illustrated print edition will be available in early 2010. I already mentioned that, but it’s worth mentioning again.

Si je n’avais pas eu de mec et pas autant de boulot, je t’aurai enchainé tous les soirs

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El diari vermell de la Carlota parla sobre una noia, que es diu Carlota, i un dia decideix anar a comprar una llibreta vermella per escriure un diari sobre la sexualitat. Quan va a comprar la llibreta es troba amb un noi que es diu Flanagan, i el noi decideix comprar una altre llibreta per escriure ell un diari.
Els pares de la Carlota estan divorciats, i aprofita quan no hi ha ningú a casa de la seva mare per quedar amb en Flanagan.

Bella Swan ya tiene 18 años, y su amado Edward la ha abandonado yendose de Forks a una ciudad que ella desconoce y ha entrado en una larga y profunda depresión. Logra salir un poco de ésta gracias a su amigo Jacob Black, quien está profundamente enamorado de ella. Bella pronto descubre que Jacob se ha convertido en un Licántropo, enemigo natural de los vampiros. Consciente de que es la presa de Victoria, la compañera de James, a modo de venganza por la muerte de éste, comprende que no están a salvo ni ella ni sus familiares y amigos.

Qu’est-ce que l’amour?

L’amour est pour chacun la façon,
De vivre et de percevoir deux contrastes.
Les deux principaux sont le bonheur,
Et son contraste, le malheur.

Il y a aussi, le désir et le dégout,
Puis la confiance et la jalousie.
Chaque sentiment compense son opposé,
L’amour lui, englobe le résultat.

Le dernier, c’est l’Amour lui même.
Qui lui est, contraste de la haine ;
L’ un compense l’autre, toujours,
Tels les sentiments qu’ils entourent.

L’Amour c’est tout, l’Amour c’est rien,
Rien pour l’expliquer ne pourrais suffire …
Tant il rend heureux,
et tant il fait souffrir…

sau in romana, prin cantec :

Michael Joseph Jackson (Gary, Indiana, 29 d’agost del 1958- Los Angeles, 25 de juny del 2009 ), conegut com el “Rei del Pop”, va ser un cantant, compositor, intèrpret, ballarí i músic en general de música pop.

Per a mi Michael Jackson  era un ídol com per molts altres que estan igual que jo, tristos.

Però no és moment de estar trist la vida segeix i ell està mort però segueix sent el Rey del Pop.

I try to reach the sky
Along with the choices passing me by
By not deciding only one
Does it mean we’ll be achieving but none?

Is it commitment when we commit to many?
Or is it wrong and simply greedy?

Confusion within contemplation
Too tired even just to reason
You stand there right in between
Accomplishing what seems to be unseen

I try to reach the sky
The choices keep passing me by
Hold on tight to all these branches
Taking the plenty, the golden chances

Yesterday I stumbled into a small boutique in Newton, MA. I immediately fell in love with this bag. I feel like it was calling me…*buy me, own me, wear me. Truthfully, I am an emotional shopper. What that means is that I need to feel an emotional attachment to the product. Unlike real-life relationships, I believe there is such thing as love at first sight for bags, clothes, shoes and accessories And I haven’t had such strong feelings for a bag for… (geez, I don’t even know how long). Usually that good flowery feeling last for a while…until I asked for the price. HA!

I can’t believe my ears. $480 for that bag? Well, granted it was organic hemp cotton, vegetable dyed leather, personalized number for each bag, and outstanding quality. But I am not going to buy a bag that is more expensive than my Nikon D40!! Or will I? I was starting to entertain my thoughts to the point that it was dangerous. My shining, sharp and dangerous credit card was getting ready to be unsheathed. Ermm, not really..hehe. But I was really starting to entertain the idea. What if…I get a job…what if…I skipped lunch for a month, two months, a year?

Suddenly I saw a child, begging for food. Skipping lunch was not an option, maybe dinner too or maybe they haven’t had food in days. I saw the refugee camps in Sudan, the street kids in Jakarta, the earthquake victims in Padang, the single mothers who have to work two, three, even four jobs to put food on the table. Then, I can’t seem to find any justification for my love at first sight. I have to say goodbye. For now.

The truth is, I can’t deny my fleshly desires. There are just too many pretty things in this world… Sometimes I succumb to it, sometimes I don’t. I think, we want to own things to fill up the emptiness inside. It makes us happy, for a little while. Then, we got bored and look for a new excitement. I think that we fill our life with distractions, so that we can ignore the fact that we are going to die someday and what comes after it. What about you? Do you fear death? I do, sometimes I face it, sometimes I run away.

PS: “Diamonds and gold last forever” ~ that’s Tiffany’s solution

Pour une fois qu’un de tes commentaires sert à quelque chose (tu te reconnaitras … Ou pas), donc voilà … A la vue de ton comm, je me suis demandé si j’étais un pédé (moi, j’ai le droit de le dire … d’abord) !

En fait, pour avoir un élément de réponse, imaginons que nous soyons dans un monde où …

- Être pédé n’empêcherait pas d’avoir des enfants
- Être pédé ne nécessiterait pas d’affronter une sortie de placard
- Être pédé n’empêcherait pas d’avoir un beau mariage (je préviens, c’est pas moi qui fous la robe !)

Mais la contrepartie de ce monde utopiste serait (pour rester un minimum réaliste) qu’il n’y aurait plus le côté transgression / interdit dans les relations homo ! Ce petit piment qui excite tant quand il te regarde dans un resto rempli de costards cravates puant l’hétérosexualité et qu’il t’embrasse !

Et du coup … Je me tâte … En prime abord, j’aurai dit que sans contrainte, j’aurai été homo mais à l’extrême, si cette planète devenait entièrement homo, je redeviendrais un pur hétéro …

Donc la réponse est maintenant claire … Je ne suis pas homo, je suis juste sexuellement contestataire … Ce qui ne m’empêche pas de prendre vraiment du plaisir dans cette sexualité indécente… Plaisir physique ET cérébral !

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Longtemps, j’ai été dans l’erreur … J’avais pondu il y a quelques temps un article sur le test de persistance … En bref, faire mijoter l’autre pour s’assurer de ne pas être un simple numéro ou un trophée à accrocher à son tableau de chasse …

Quoi de plus flatteur et profond que d’être séduit ou de séduire pour autre chose que son enveloppe ?!? Quand on y réfléchit, c’est vraiment con et être un poil imbus de sa personne que d’imaginer que ce soit possible.

Il est évident que c’est l’enveloppe qui attire dans un premier temps … Après, charge à nous de mettre en valeur le reste pour que l’intérêt perdure. Et ce changement de vision a quand même un effet radical sur moi, ça m’ouvre aux autres …

J’arrête de grogner et je communique !

Si mon ex me voyait, elle serait fière de moi

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He’s wonderful, really. That’s what I tell myself, every day.
Deep down I know, we will have this huge problem in the future.

I keep getting this.Why? You’re telling me I don’t deserve better? Why does I always get the good stuffs but it’s always one-sided?

Money has never been an issue in everything I deal with a relationship, but then now I realized it’s going to be a huge issue, if the current one will be the same like the previous two.

Look, truth be told, I’m no longer young enough to be in a relationship (I stress) someone who’s doing odd jobs. I’d rather be randomly dating whores than actually be with someone, whom I have doubts marrying.

This whole matrimony has been at the back of my head for a while now, because as I mentioned earlier, he’s wonderful, in everything else. But why?

Sampai bila aku nak keep on paying for things? Sampai bila I have to be the strong one, to be one wearing the pants? Until when? What happened to me being the girl? God should have just stick a dick in me instead of giving me a vagina.

I’m not selfish. This will be unfair for him, but i’m not happy. I try to be, because I want to, because I choose to be happy with him, but  I KNOW it’s not going to be happening.

I don’t mean to be discouraging, I never intended to.

God, please.
Don’t tell me to follow my heart, because if I do, I’ll do the most foolish thing and everyone will be hurt.

Tots els pares volen protegir el seu fill/a, dels patiments que la separació pot causar. Per evitar seqüeles psicològiques és aconsellable consultar prèviament a un/a pediatre o un psicòleg/a.

Per trencar el gel amb el nen i començar a parlar sobre la situació familiar, els pares poden comprar o agafar en préstec d’una biblioteca, algun conte infantil que parli sobre la separació dels pares. Avui en dia hi ha molts que aborden aquest tema.

Tranquil·lament a casa, mirar el conte junts, deixant-li mirar les pàgines, llegint i comentant les il·lustracions, que el nen dediqui tot el temps que li calgui. Aleshores, li podem preguntar: “Tens algun amic que els seus pares estiguin separats? No creus que tots els nens tenen por que els seus pares es separin?”

El vostre fill/a, podrà transmetre els seus temors, sense por a que us enfadeu.

En molts casos, la separació va precedida de baralles i discussions en les quals el nen ha estat testimoni. O de silencis carregats d’agressivitat o manca de gestos afectuosos entre la parella.

El nen comprèn fàcilment els sentiments dels pares i sent amenaçada la unió familiar. Té un sentiment de culpa i por en veure que els seus pares es separen. Es pregunta perquè ell no ha sabut aconseguir que els seus pares continuin junts, ni que sigui per ell. Les baralles dels pares provoquen sempre en el nen una disminució de la seva autoestima.

La manera de dir que us aneu a separar és molt important, no són convenients paraules com “ens anem a separar” o “ens anem a divorciar”, és millor dir-li que necessiteu estar tranquils i per tant viure en llocs diferents, igual que els germans quan es barallen el millor és posar-los en habitacions diferents per tal que es tranquil·litzin.

Es corre el risc de sobreprotegir al nen, mimar-lo en excés, pel sentiment de culpabilitat o per la por que us deixi d’estimar, però els pares no heu de permetre que el nen us manipuli.

Us podreu divorciar, però recordant que l’educació del nen és cosa dels dos i que mai us podreu separar d’aquesta paternitat en comú.

La frase més difícil de pronunciar en moments àlgids de la crisi de la separació és “Continuarem sent amics”. Aquest és un punt fort, quan els pares no es parlen, o quan el nen no s’atreveix a parlar del pare en presència de la mare o a la inversa, o li passa el telèfon al nen per no haver de parlar amb l’altre, ja que el nen se sentirà destrossat enmig dels pares ressentits, veient-los enemistats. I això pot afectar la integritat psíquica del petit.

En canvi, si la mare deixa el nen a l’escola, i li comentar que després el seu pare anirà a recollir-lo, o dir-li “ja ho saps, jo sempre estimaré a la mare, si està malalta o necessita ajuda, ja sap que podrà comptar amb mi “. El nen podrà mantenir-se en el seu lloc, sabrà que la vida segueix amb el pare i la mare, que tenien les seves raons per portar-lo al món, ja que continuen aliats.

Hi ha diferents tipus d’amor, amor sexual, amb afecte, amb amistat. Haureu de trobar la vostra nova forma d’estimar-vos i el vostre fill creixerà optimista i us respectarà tota la vida.

Si no podeu trobar el moment de tenir un diàleg sensat, tranquil i constructiu, el millor és anar a un psicòleg o un assistent social per que posi pau entre els dos.

J’ai toujours eu l’impression de pouvoir contrôler ma jalousie … Mais du coup, là où il y a contrôle, y-a-t-il un réel sentiment ?

Un sentiment a une notion de manque de contrôle … Joie, amour, tristesse ne peuvent être contrôlés. En revanche, nous avons encore le choix de nous mettre en position (ou pas) pour les ressentir !

 Je ne suis pas spécialement joueur, je n’aime pas provoquer ce sentiment. Mais j’avoue, je confesse même, beaucoup aimer le voir et le sentir chez l’autre. Même si, et encore plus maintenant, je tiens à ma liberté.

 Pour revenir à mon nombril, je ne suis pas jaloux des regards ou « attentions » déplacés de mes congénères mais plutôt, parfois, des autres occupations de sa vie qu’elle peut / pourrait faire passer avant moi ! C’est complètement égoïste, je le sais très bien mais ne vous inquiétez pas, je me soigne !

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Nous avons l’intention de créer un forum qui aura pour but ”d’aider les âmes en détresse”, de prodiguer des conseils en tout genre (philosophique, psychologique, bien-être, et une rubrique qui reprendra d’autre soucis de la vie de tout les jours).

Une partie seulement de cette idée sera payante et seulement sur le “Livestyle coatching” personnalisé, le montant n’est pas encore décidé mais sera dérisoire par rapport à certains autres sites de ce genre.

N’hésitez pas à nous faire part de vos impressions sur cette idée…

Les chefs de la HOME OF EXISTENCE     David & Sabrina