Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Any Me

Aunt May (not mine, Peter Parker's) says that there is a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest,gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride... my take is that there is also an enemy within all of us....and both of them are me... and at any point in time i could be any me. the one that i call the 'enemy' is the one
that gets jealous when something good happens to someone else
sighes in relief when something bad happens to someone else
is willing to stab (front, back, anywhere) to get ahead
will hog for a grand but think twice about giving Rs.5 to the old woman at the corner.
tries to get away with anything, so long as that is possible
copied in school, college etc (hehe)
passes comments with the sole intention of hurting people
amongst a host of other things which have been conveniently forgotten......

we build a sense of right and wrong based on our inherent nature and our experiences, but these are extremely subjective..whch brings me to queries on the enemy -
is it my enemy? have i played a part in creating it? does it make not having it? if i dont have it, will i still be me? without it, will i be able to survive in this world ? or is it the enemy that makes me what i am - human!!

Aunt May has also said that being a hero means that sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams..... my take on it, is that worth it .....for any me??
and hey, this is interesting news, was chatting with a couple of rediff guys about their proposal for marketing our brand on their site
and we chatted about blogs too..and they said that though not immediately, at some point of time there would be a payment factor in blogging, which although i knew was bound to happen, i do hope is a long way off
and in
manuscrypts trivia
while on aunt may and parker, you might like to check this out
and a good fwd
India and Pakistan recently realized that, if they continued political tension, they would someday end up destroying each other. So they sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with a dog fight.
The negotiators agreed that each country would take five years to develop the best fighting dog they could. The dog that won the fight would earn its country the right to rule Kashmir. The losing side would have to lay down its arms.
The Pakistanis found the biggest, meanest Dobermans and Rottweilers in the world. They bred them together and then crossed their offspring with the meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest, strongest puppy from each litter, killed all the other puppies and fed the lone ! dog all of the milk. They used steroids and trainers in their quest for the perfect killing machine, until, after the five years were up, they had a dog that needed iron prison bars on his cage. Only the trainers could handle this beast.
When the day of the big fight arrived, the Indians showed up with a strange animal: It was a nine-foot-long Dachshund. Everyone felt sorry for the Indians. No one else thought this weird animal stood a chance against the growling beast in the Pakistani camp. The bookies predicted that Pakistan would win in less than a minute. The cages were opened. The dachshund waddled toward the centre of the ring. The Pakistani dog leapt from his cage and charged the giant wiener-dog. As he got to within an inch of the Indian dog, the dachshund opened its jaws and swallowed the Pakistani beast in one bite. There was nothing left but a small bit of fur from the killer dog's tail.
The Pakistanis approached the Indians, shaking their heads in disbelief.We do not understand. Our top scientists and breeders worked for five years with the meanest, biggest Dobermans and Rottweilers. They developed a killing machine.
Really? the Indians replied. We had our top plastic surgeons working for five years to make an alligator look like a dachshund...

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