kurian's New Age Blog

Doctor (G)  and  Doctor  ( F) I don't  know  whether  anybody  has done a census of Doctors all over the world. If it's done, the numbers  would run into the millions, with a few hundred  thousands  swelling  the ranks every day, especially in India, South Africa, Nigeria etc. The printing houses  have their hands full, printing  beautiful, colourful  Doctorates, 24/7/365, with complicated emblems, with a few Latin words, embellishing  the coveted qualifications which  sell for a few thousand  dollars. And ,of course, there are the stingy Doctors, especially Indians, who are reluctant to spend money on worthless things, and go it on their on, searching  the web tirelessly to  steal  stuff that had already been  published and used. It's a sort of recycling process, by which a new product is formed  from rubbish, I mean  fresh rubbish, like fresh produce. In  a rush to  publish the recycled rubbish, the Doctorate aspirants often forget to make any changes to

SID, MY NEW FRIEND The  disappearance   and the  consequent , presumed  death of Appu, our cat, has caused  much  heartbreak  and anguish  since April this year. He left a vacuum  that can't  be filled. But  relief came recently, in the form of a tiny puppy called  Sid, short for Sydney, a name  suggested by my grandchildren, Alyssa, Chrissa  and  Marissa, who live in Sydney. It was their overenthusiasm and boisterous behaviour  that  precipitated  Appu's  disappearance , as a mild form of  protest, due to some misunderstandings. By  a  strange  coincidence, when a  friend offered  me a puppy and asked about  my choice of  colour, I opted for  black and white, perfectly  matching  Appu's  colour. So the  3-month  - old Sid  has taken over the little kingdom left vacant by Appu. He is a  bundle of energy, intelligence, mobility, love, naughtiness, and  sometimes, ferocity. His tiny  body is an advantage in running very fast, like a soccer  penalty kick racing t

     LIVING   IN  FEAR I  live in a fortress, With  high, spiked  walls, Reinforced  with  barbed  wire, Safety  vainly  ensured  again, with  electronic gates, alarms, Vicious  dogs, and gun under the pillow. Yet  Fear  stalks me like a shadow, I spend  sleepless  nights, Looking  all around, With  fearful  eyes, Like, from a  watchtower, Like a  rat in its hole, I withdraw into this shell, this fortress, Like a  snail, like a caged, scared wild beast, While  criminals  roam the streets, Unchallenged, untouched,   In  their  Paradise, in  their safe Criminocracy. Fear  and  Death  reign  here, The  graph  of deaths, Rise  steeply, day  by day, New  graves are dug daily, For  the beloved  ones, Freshly   freed  from fear. The  Sun  rises, but darkness  prevails, The   Sun  is shrouded ,  In clouds of  gloom and  doom. The  curtain  rises, to  stage, The  hourly, daily  tragedies.