Celebrity sexcapades
Posted on December 3, 2009 3 Comments
Michael Jackson, Silvio Berlusconi, Bill Clinton, David Beckham, Shane Warne, David Letterman, Hugh Grant, Woody Allen, George Michael and many more but adding to the list of philanderers is Tiger Woods. How much does it affect their larger than life public image and brings encumbrance in professional goings thereafter? Do you hold it against them for having shattered your trust which entailed unrelenting idol-worship in some?
Well..somewhat or not really. If their achievements are mammoth then such waverings can be ignored by the fans (Let their spouses deal with it). How many people can achieve that kind of fame? Music made MJ, his character did not, goes for all the achievers. If we love them for their works then why suddenly nullify everything and start judging them. I agree when we talk about them, we think about their follies too but at the same time have immense respect for their professional triumphs. – I know many might differ but that’s my viewpoint.
Why do so many of such rich, famous and powerful husbands cheat on their undeniably gorgeous wives? Or why do they indulge in transgressions when they have everything going right for them? (We will discuss some other time why actually ALL men want to deviate regardless of rich or famous.) Or at least seems so to the entire world that everything is right and they hold the most enviable situation. Aren’t they supposed to be godly, infallible, super-heroes who follow a strict chastity regime that prevents their public image from tarnishing?
When we get all that we wanted or even in excess, what else is there to life? How does one get that extra kick or adrenaline rush that can keep them going? Definitely rich and famous men have bigger egos and require higher levels of excitement. Extra-marital affair can satiate that vacuum (read sexual appetite). Accomplished men are more likely to fall prey to temptations as it must be scattered around in plenty through die-hard fans. They then grab at that attention when there is slightest of low moments with even the most gorgeous wife. According to study- Men who cheat on their wives – and at least 30 percent do, and they do so out of boredom.
Some might be perverts by nature, I feel that about Berlusconi. Shane Warne keeps repeating his romps, shows he doesn’t care about his image, Bill Clinton can be happy to have a wonderful forgiving wife, Michael Jackson lived towards his end as an alleged paedophile, but today he is a legend. When heard about Tiger Woods, I was a bit shaken by, but I have almost immediately forgotten about it. We humans have a short lived memory too when it comes to celebs, we forgive and forget pretty fast.
Such revelations only reaffirms that a human being is erroneous, imperfect. If ones achievements supersedes everything else and commands respect it cannot be at any cost be discredited.
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PS: Would like to share some interesting comments which I read on various websites after Woods gave his statement.
- The scandal is all about Woods’ character (or lack thereof): This is about his inflated ego and extreme selfishness. He’s only sorry because he got caught. This is a man with everything but character.
- Woods is the perfect poster child for “the me generation!”
- Why is it all these transgressors are never “sorry” until they are caught in the act?
- He’s not a god. He’s a golfer. Prone to the same flaws as anyone else. The fact that a golfer has been turned into some kind of world-wide icon says far more about us than about him. And, yes, he is a celebrity, and he’s taken advantage of that as fully as he could. But that still doesn’t mean he should be punished any more than he already will be for giving in to a temptation untold millions have before him.
- This business with Tiger Woods and his family and the most despicable women on the earth is not really worth all of the ink and air time. Are we really that blood thirsty and excited about this failure? It is like Rome and the Coliseum with the lions and gore. I think I hear cheering.
- Go Tiger! LIfe life to the fullest. But choose better next time. Any woman who would let our yur phone messages is not worthy of your time. Having your friends is not the problem; it is your judgment on who those friends should be. But you are 33 and you have years to grow Life is not a dress rehersal; it is the real thing and you don’t get a second chancd to live a creative life. Keep your focus in your game And apply that same judgment to your affilliative life. I’m in your coner. We are in a new era and you are living as you should.
- Oh yeah real bad in bed SO bad you kept doing it for like 31 months?
The word of the day is TRAMP
- We aren’t here to never make mistakes. We are here to learn from them.
A brilliant post by Pritish Nandy on the same lines. Must read ‘The Murder of a Sportsman‘
Roots en route
Posted on November 22, 2009 20 Comments
No matter where we were born, geographically speaking, be it anywhere in this world, the only determining factor of what we are, is our genes. Apart from those genes, we comprise of millions of customs and rituals which were being followed, down the years by our ancestors and passed on to the descendants, and on each transfer somewhat of it was losing. Yes, through each generation aren’t we losing out on those practices exceptional and some not, by reasoning or science, laziness or lack of enthusiasm, lack of peripheral physical or mental? Today how many of us feel it is an imperative to keep the customs and traditions of our family alive? How many of us still have the sense of belonging, the kinship.
In this modern cosmopolitan mechanism, we tend to overlook or even forget those customs, those which were once an integral part of us and fail to pass it on completely since our children are in contemporary settings with largely heterogeneous society, where the mixed religion/caste/race background marriages is becoming more and more common. Parents in such cases prefer not to impose and overburden their children with all the customs from both sides.
I was only born in Kerala but I spent all my life in Delhi, till four years back when I moved to Germany. I must have visited my birthplace around 15 or 16 times in all, being kids we had no choice then, short of being dragged or handcuffed, me and my brother acquiesced each time. It took really long until we grew up to understand what it meant to have bathed in the nearby stream, spread out on paarapuratthu (rocks) waited for our goats to finish grazing, watched my grandmother fetch water from the well, running towards the backyard where the aroma of chicken being prepared filling the entire village, the walks and the thrill to reach the local movie theatre (of course thatched roof) through the paadams (paddy fields), savouring of pazham pori (banana fritters), dosa with chamandhi (chutney), kaapi (coffee) in local chaya-kada (teashop), finding film posters of Mohanlal, Mammutty, the superheroes everywhere, the hours and hours of bus-rides from paternal to maternal homes, the pamperings from relatives, hogging onto chakka, maanga, roasted cashews etc, lighting up the villakku at the dusk and waking up when radio played unfailingly Vande Mataram every morning at 6 am.
My parents followed all the Hindu traditions, customs and festivals, how deeply religiously cannot be measured, but they did so eventhough they lived in Delhi (thanks to temples and large population of Keralites) since they were in their twenties or even before, and we as children have almost entirely absorbed and imbibed all that we saw and heard. Onam, Vishu, Mahashivaratri amongst festivals, Chorunnu, Vidhyarambham, Iruvathattu (naming of baby on 28th day) amongst ceremonies are the prominent ones. I now feel it’s my moral duty to pass all these on to my children, who speak German as first language, English as second, Hindi, Malayalam, Tamil yet to follow (not burdening extra languages at this juncture when my daughter has just turned 3). Should I say even the languages/mother tongue is also losing out (I am not perfect in Malayalam, my husband is not good in Tamil :(). The tradition of buying malayalam calendar is definitely over as eventhough I could read somewhat but certainly never could understand the translation of months, zodiacs etc. I am glad as of now and so far so, I have been able to celebrate all the abovesaid festivals and ceremonies along with my children despite the non-availability of all the puja items out here. And I am sure when grow up, they too will realize the beauty, purity and significance of these rituals, their genes and instincts won’t fail them either.
First time I watched Chendavaadyam in a temple, I stood their unmoved obeying the deafening beats of the drums till the end, why and how was I relating to it is inexplicable. Howsoever modern or displaced your identity might have become, your five senses will never desert you. Smell will tingle your neurons, language will resound to reach your heart, the taste buds will perceive it, and sight will finally testify and shout out loud that you belong here.
Over a stream
Posted on November 11, 2009 1 Comment
Any travel break is welcome especially when the whole year one spends at home, mostly on bed, dragging rather than walking, struggling to keep up with a 3 yr olds incessant demands, wailing away almost every night and many more such combats with a son in the tummy who is hell bent to prove he will be a sure-shot footballer someday. Though we had PhantasiaLand break some couple of months back but it already seems ages now. Although a long holiday is soon nearing (yay! Goa calling) during Christmas and New Year, we still like to savor on short trips too. So we book Hotel Zugbrücke, a four star known for wellness and sports, 180 kms away from our place near Koblenz.
Every year our staff gets surprise gifts from us for Christmas, last year we took all of them along with their families to Hotel Mercator which is just in our town, for one whole day stay, food, drinks, wellness all inclusive. It was great fun and we all enjoyed to the core. So this time over, we planned it differently with different gifts for all like cameras, iphones etc. But Christoph and family gets to spend with us on this surprise weekend trip.
We met at 9.00am at Janses Mattes restaurant situated at a main crossing, thats mostly a meeting point for any road journey for people around here. They were supposed to follow us (not blindfolded) along through the beautiful scenic landscapes which is spread all over germany with the onset of autumn. For them the journey seemed unending as Raj had told them that we were to drive just about 80 kms so the surprise already had begun as they drove for 100 km extra. And we finally reach our destination by 11.00am.
Hotel Zugbrück is one of its kind specially for table tennis lovers, has a bowling alley, a disco, wellness with sauna, swimming pool, whirlpool, babysitting facility, a large kids playroom too. It is such a wonder that this small hilly area produces world class table-tennis players like Lucjan Blaszczyk, Tomas Pavelka, Patrick Baum and Matiss Burgis. So our surprise destination was duly acknowledged by all, kids were already jumping, dying to do so, more into the swimming pool.
Hotel Zugbrücke with Christoph and family in the foreground
We first wanted to have lunch so we proceeded to the restaurant which was connected to the hotel by a channel or sort of bridge. And the buffet had just begun. We opted for the window corner from where we could see a stream passing, the bridge that we crossed was just above that. This explains the name of the hotel Zugbrücke (zug is a train and brücke means bridge).
View from the restaurant where the stream is flowing
After lunch we took a short rest and then spent good three hours in the swimming pool area. Kids were having a ball of a time screaming and splashing away. Cappucino was welcome at this point. Now the idea of having the whirlpool out in the open only added to the charm of the wholesome experience with cold mist almost enveloping and the tall trees overlooking you while a glass of champagne just complimented the hot water massages. We just ran out of time for tennis as bowling was booked for 6.30 pm which was absolute fun after 12 yrs approximately. Wondering how much we lose out on smaller joys when we think nothing but work, work and work all our life. With kids we are now reliving those forgotten golden days.
It was time for dinner now. I loved all in the elaborate menu which consisted of onion soup, variety of salads, pork and deer was main course food, knödel, grilled champignons, zucchini, aubergine, rosemarine potatoes, paprika and fettucini, thunfish with teriyaki sauce and many many more. I am not even getting to the dessert area, besides I am still dieting. As the kids were tired and sleepy they had to be put to bed, so I say goodnight to all. I also slept as early as 10.30pm and Raj came back to room at 1.00am.
Got up at 7 in the morning, it was drizzling outside and no one wanted to wake up. We definitely wanted to stay for the Sunday as well, but cannot. At 9am we had to meet for breakfast and then by 11am we aimed at checking out, as a short and sweet, well spent holiday came to an end, kids were seemingly upset. So next time it will be a at least good three days for us, promise :).
PS: Christoph and family however wanted to spend sometime more around the hill top, trekking upto the castle.
Unsporting & shameful
Posted on October 7, 2009 Leave a Comment
PT Usha, once the golden girl of Indian track, nations’ pride, once a Padmashri, once a recipient of Arjuna Award, but more than once insulted, humiliated by her own countrymen.
Just the latest, the sprint queen was reduced to tears in Bhopal at the National Open Athletics Championship, after the organizers failed to give her and her athletes a decent accommodation for the stay. Aptly she said “If I get this type of treatment, you can imagine what other athletes get. That is why parents are not encouraging their children to go in for sports and that is why we are not getting any medals at international levels. I feel insulted.”
The last time I remember was when the country conveniently forgot to include her as one of the torch bearer for Olympics 2004, Athens, instead Bipasha Basus, Viveik Oberois were seen running with it. The irony of Indian sport is the ‘use and abuse theory’. It’s not surprising then, that Indian sport barring a few, is nowhere in the international scenario.
Another much recent incident which I remember now what happened with Renu Gora, three time Boxer champion, bronze medalist in World Boxing Championship 2006, who is still jobless, was seen serving tea to the media and other officials in NIS, Patiala. The other girls who get training there were also meant to be washing utensils and obeying the orders of these shameless officials. Now c’mon Renu you are a boxer..show them you are. Will someday Vijendra Singh salvage them from such conditions? Hmm, just a bleary hope.
Another shameful incident when a national level athlete was forced to become a prostitute thanks to all the miseries which led her to poverty,…still remains in jail for not having money to pay for bail.
Such similar incidents must be endless, thousands unheard, living in obscurity in their meagre pension in some stenchy rat-hole of the society. Will there be a saviour someday, a desi superhero for the Indian sport (cricket excluded)? Cricketers these days, after retirement make more money by commentating than what they earned otherwise. Can there be more of Dr. Vijay Mallyas’ to not only encourage new sporting avenues but also to uplift the existing, degenerating ones?
I pray for such a day. Till then, Chak De India!!! We live in hope.
Canvas
Posted on September 21, 2009 1 Comment
My paper was blank and I gaped at it for long before I penned and in no time there were rambles on it exactly as each moment, each day is like a dab or a splash of colour on the canvas of my life. And when the canvas is complete, I shall be no more to see how it came about, leave alone will there be any buyers. I am trying each day so that the final image is a pretty one. Though there were some wrong strokes, which I have erased by applying fresh paint over it and have done it successfully so.
Thank God some errors were amendable.
…
Posted on September 17, 2009 Leave a Comment
and these three dots…
is it undefined-
packets of surprises
emotions on the edge
haze of opportunities
some stroke of luck
some stubborn fights with fate
stumbling upons and waking ups
chances in intuitions
mockery by nature
unending waitings
some charity, some outbursts
some lust, some God
introspections & calculations
heavens and heavens
and…
Written on Wednesday, January 19, 2005
ponder
Posted on September 17, 2009 Leave a Comment
In that unknown space, i wandered, i saw, i heard, i sensed and i later pretended of having understood in the manner the external world showed the image to most of us in its most unreality. The model was of my own mental image with the corresponding soul most of the time trying to cleanse the irrationality, adding some sensitivity and putting aside all mathematical formulas…
more later..
Written on Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Cloud’s End
Posted on September 17, 2009 Leave a Comment
This is what four brains would fabricate that too in this cottage…
Venue: Cloud’s End, 10 kms uphill Mussoorie
Date: October 2, 2004
“Once I was in Cloud’s End. There was a rat along with us. I found a hole on the roof-top. Rain drops were falling out of it. I felt like having hot soup. and by God’s grace there was soup in my hands. We realised that Mr Negi was missing. And his nails were found floating in my soup. Suddenly there was a thunderstorm and Mr Negi re-appeared. Someone woke me up. And then he was seen in Indian Express. There was an earthquake. And the toilet paper ran through the flush. I was shaking hands with Mr. Clinton. He was seen in his undies. With Monica Lewinsky holding his cigarette butt. Then she gave haircut to George Bush. And we found later that he wasn’t George Bush but Osama Bin Laden….lololol ”
Supplied by me, pj, ak and pp.
Written on Wednesday, October 06, 2004
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