Sunday, July 27, 2008

Heartfelt Request

In 2007, the 'artist' Guillermo Vargas Habacuc took a dog from the street, he tied him to a rope in an art gallery, starving him to death.

for several days, the 'artist' and the visitors of the exhibition watched the 'masterpiece' based on the dog's agony, until eventually he

but this is not all... the prestigious visual arts biennial of the central American decided that the 'installation' was actually art, so that Guillermo
Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the biennial of 2008.

Please help us to stop him!!!!!

sign --

In short he was a fucking idiot........

The Joker

So similar, but he's fiction and I am fact.

Ahem Ahem

Alpha the Greatest

Sweetest pic of Alpha, Gaiu ever sent me. Seem's he is one month old here. Look's like a majestic little tiger cub. The truth is he is as lazy as his owner Gayathri aka Bachchi.

Awwwwww.....................cho chaddd na!!!

The Confession

"I don’t know why everything is the way it is? I mean it could have been some other way too. And the way it is now, means it had been some other way before. So how do I found what it is going to be next? I tried to think. And I did think. And of all possibilities I found out. So you see my thinking didn’t go in vain. It is very important to think. And I thought so for 7 long years. And the truth did materialize. The Truth was about NOTHING. Absolutely nothing."

“Then I felt that its got to be the other way round. So I decided to choose the other way. I chose the path less trodden, and found that I had got all my answers I sought. But then when I sought to move back to reality, reality hated me. I was something different. I mean I had become different. I had split myself into a dual mind. I was highly indecisive. As always of course. And it was better that way. Two minds shared my workload, and gave me an end result. A result that left me in further dilemma. So well I threw all the decisive work on luck and chance and that's what it's all been about"

“But them Mom said I am not serious. Why always be serious? I mean its pathetic to be serious. Just go in a way, life takes you. You ultimately have to meet a result. I choose to be independent and undecipherable to all who wish to know me. I am queer and I accept it. Many ask me if I am a lunatic, and hence they question my Past."

“And so I do have an answer for them. It is that I prefer to be sometime this and sometime that, I just don’t want to be the same boring one human. So well I prefer to have a past that is multiple choice. Isn’t that swell? "

“Don’t always listen to your mommy and daddy. My daddy asked me that why do I take everything to heart and so seriously? So did my closest friends ask me. You never understand our jokes. Why so un-Funny? Well I answered that not all jokes are funny. And if they got rules created by human minds to abide by for cracking jokes, then I got no mind to follow these rules. So well I used to be ......aam...... so very serious and sober before. But now well it's that I prefer being me. "

“Then they ask me why I don’t smile? Well so I did answer that. I take my brass knuckles out, flatten their nose and laugh it over. Isn’t that very funny now. So I do smile don’t I? "

“So ultimately that well explains me and my little untimely madnesses”