The Blind ride piggy back on the Lame

So the blind chick at the end says it's a Kannada poem I'll try describe it for you in English too but it's difficult to capture the poetry. The woman was the poetry, there is something not knowing how amazing you are even if it's in a Tony Blair way that is so. Hell yeah I cried.

We have to persuade the Blind and the Lame to switch places.

Dah dah!

Now I am a happy Chauvinist and several things strike me. Ok so first can't go blaming the Indians or the Pakis. Globalisation has its part. Financing a lifestyle we cannot afford. Doesn't sound so oriental now does it. Combat greed and return to the Categorical Imperative. The lazy male academic put it, we need as men to rediscover our desire. He may not have meant the Song of Songs but God means stop lusting after things only, start desiring people. In the end a woman is more than her fishnet stockings. The image he went with is the Ambassador Car, the standard boxey safe expensive unit that every country has as a boring family car. It encases the undead on their way to the new temple the shopping mall for conspicious expenditure.

I am not buying a computer and I'll take the train to Pondicherry first because I know I am here to dream dreams of sanctity and anyway you don't get to see a film on a short journey, plus the food isn't so good bogawful snacks. Finally got a fast in last day mind. The first time I tried it was the Feast day of St Alphonsa. First Indian Saint, real problem with canon law that one, she doesn't have a valid baptism certificate. Loads of theories why she doesn't some jurisprudential process won out I think it's known as His Holiness is waiting and he'd really like to announce it before his India trip ends. We had rice with beans and raisins and lemon tea. You really have to understand what a feast is here. Because what you eat in the West is obscene. What you throw away is obscene. I may think these guys are a bunch of trogs from the middle twentieth century though fast improving give them ten years they'll all be in mini-skirts drinking Jack D with original coca cola but anyway you are all very bad people in the West and that includes the good ones. Once I have rejoined and rejuvenated my long lost eparchy I may start writing terrible apocalyptic pamphlets against you in East Syriac. Which reminds me can't get an ID card because I am a foreigner. Yeah and you make that sound like it's a bad thing. So plan is get the cousins to pay the DVK boys sterling 1400 pa. They let me take a three year licentiate in Oriental Canon Law. I did think a year in sprituality and counselling but those environments are unreal. They may appear to be comforting love bunnies and restore the body and soul in a non-judgemental cocoon of affirmation but I prefer to keep it real and do Oriental Canon Law. In the sense that it has no purpose and even in the sixteenth century when it might have meant something it would have been illegal because of Roman Rite dominance and the Ultramontanist Padroado movement. But just some of the terms of Oriental Catholicism enough to make you believe it really is a gnostic system that will one day reveal the beatific vision if only you remain sincere in your insane obsessions. Oh yeah so one trip to Sri Lanka probably fly for that one in October and then in January send off for OCI because there is no way the Indian Government is gonna give a student visa to study Oriental Canon Law because you can't fool them there ain't no such thing.

Oh and before you say why don't you just bribe someone to get your ID. It's not that easy it's like getting a knighthood back home. Plus although I'd look dashing with my new photos. They are letting me take out bookses anyway. So I just go with the flow. And if I get the OCI I get a whole new passport that isn't really a passport, Indian citizenship without any of the downside like getting arrested by cops or having to do military service I am sure they'd all prefer one if they could have them here.

The good news is any widow here is gonna think me a godsend. Now it will still irritate me if she insists on no dowry, no burning after marriage, no pestering for dowry after marriage, no burning after etc. In the same way as a NO SPITTING sign just pisses me off in any restaurant it just makes me want to spit. So that's good news although some of these widows are a little too feminist for me. Ok so there was this one feminist in red willowy tall lissome I dunno so most of them are but this one had eyes and the face and the hair. Thank God I didn't talk to her. I need to lessen the lust and increase the desire. I hope the Lancastrians will help with that. Trying to hassle the OIAHE for a judgement but the wheels grind slowly.

Ok in defence of why has India killed more female children than Adolf Hitler killed Jews Slavs Poles etc in his death camps. Because as far as she knows not having three inches of boneless meat is not a defect that needs correcting by abortion or infanticide. And it's not the oh the feminist way is one of peace and love offering a new paradigm where punishment is not because it can't be my intense counselling/psychology training. As Homer Simpson put is if we were meant to be vegetarians why are animals made of meat. And prescinding for a moment she may have been quite playful in the whole boneless meat metaphor, if she didn't want to be hurtful she would have said six inches at the very least.

And for the record you Britishers murdered 20 Million Indians and Pakistanis in the concentration camps run by Churchill during world war II to supress the authentic and just cause of Indian Independence and if anyone would like to challenge that figure do so in France you vile racist holocaust denier. You are a coward Sir and damn your eyes.

But my God these wimin are beautiful. I felt on balance it would be better not to destroy that image by engaging in unsolicited conversation with them. Although one did ask if I were Dr chakrachingra something and it's nice to know that the beard and hair still pull it off even in torn jeans and plain shirt. Who needs a blue sari when God and his mother have given me this beard. Though on the wedding next day. Velankani Barber here I goes. Oh and there is still time for Tiffin. Life is ok I give it a 8 out of ten today.