The Scorched Soul Erotica...

So, i'm not a junkie, and i don't drink. So why i travelled 4800 KMs just to see Cradle of Filth perform live at Bangalore might amaze some. But there are few things that one is passionate about. And Cradle of Filth is one of them for me. Cradle of Filth @ Bangalore The start of the day was auspicious. The train was scheduled to reach Bangalore at 6.30 a.m. I woke up at 6.30 to find that the train was running late, so i went back to sleep. A coach attendant found me sleeping behind the withdrawn curtains at 8.30 a.m. Found out that the train had reached Bangalore City more than an hour ago and had left the station for the washing yard, that i was the only passenger on the train and to top it all, someone had made off with my Hush Puppies as well! So i walked around two KMs barefoot till i found a place from where i bought a pair of 'Spaax' flip-flops. Had a feeling this was an apt beginning to a bright day ahead...:) Met up with some old friends during t...

OK. Its bad photography and maybe the argument I’m putting up won’t be any better. But look at the photograph above and behold the great irony of our theistic society…a girl holding the photograph of a God and asking you for money. And the girl is here only because I can’t be bothered to go photo-journalistic with my N79. It could be any one of the Shani daan guys every Saturday or the sadhu burning incense and oil in his stainless steel bucket or the dude selling chadars to be given to the people’s savior at the Durgah. Got the irony of the pic yet? She’s holding a photograph of what the people believe to be God. And she’s asking you for money! Wasn’t God the supplicator of all needs, In My Humble Opinion? She’s holding a symbol of the people’s God in her hand. And instead of asking Him for her needs, she’s asking you for money to satisfy her needs. And how gullible can people be when they actually do donate! Waste of money aside, by giving not to the needy who try and are un...