Implicit Truths

Apparently, in Japan, where they punish you for having weed, they have funny ways of testing security. Apparently customs will drop 142g of pot in your luggage and then grab you for having it. Or, as happened in this case, they won’t. And then they’ll forget. And then you’ll get caught at your destination airport wondering what happened. And if you landed China, god be with you, because they may not tell you why you’re being arrested. And then you’ll wonder why you never read Kafka to prepare you for just what’s going to happen.

I hope he sues them and gets to keep the marijuana, that’ll teach them a lesson. A real lesson.

I’m back from my vacation, and man, I wish I wasn’t. This place is as hot as hell, temperatures are in the low 40s. Summers have been getting hotter and hotter lately. Atleast there’s the consolation that global warming won’t affect the tropics as much as it will the poles. It’s so much easier to get stuff done when things are slightly cooler than normal than when they are hotter, it costs loads to keep an air-conditioner running, but a blanket has no running costs. I’ll choose the blanket any day, I like that rough feeling they have.

I’m going on vacation now, off to the hills, to escape the heat. Suffer, all you mortals doomed to an earthly existence in Madras, Ha ha, suffer while I’m in peace. Of course, it sort of reduces the pleasure when I’m running a low fever and my nose is blocked and I have sinusitis and stuff like that, but atleast I’ll be happier than you. There’s nothing like the pleasure derived from the lack of joy afforded another person, it is positively delightful.

That’s it, I can’t take any more. I feel like one of those over-emotional nutcases trying to sympathise with people who’ve just lost a mother or brother (no, fathers and sisters aren’t important you insensitive prick, what a question to ask!) in the Chinese earthquake. Really, I can’t. It’s too far away, it’s too big. It’s too bad to face. But what I can do is lament about my situation, a luxury of every man’s dreams so to speak. I have too much, and you know how that goes with good things - not well, in case you didn’t guess.

What have I done? What am I trapped in? They don’t all know, thank god. It can only go badly if they did. Lord, grant me peace.

The Greeks are trying to get back the Parthenon marbles which the British took from the site ages ago, and placed carefully in a museum in their own country. They also refuse to return the parts of the frieze that they have, claiming that three times more people can see them where they are - as part of a collection of world history. This is just plain ridiculous. If the home country is asking for it back, then you must return it, particularly for something as significant as the Parthenon. It also raises the question, “What were British archaeologists doing plucking apart pieces of an obviously significant building?”. When they go to other countries these days and excavate old ruins are they still at it with this funny business of dismantling culturally significant sites to place in museums across the world? Incredibly short-sighted people.

Too many people have them. Why? I don’t know, it’s not like they’re fooling anyone. Most often what happens is that a group of people form, with each constituent choosing to ignore the others’ lack of sincerity about their moral problems and then the whole group will claim to be morally above everyone else. It’s quite sad because normal people just want to get on with their lives, and seeing these fellows (because it usually a group of men) making a fuss about the most trivial of things is this nagging annoyance - like that one mosquito that managed to get past the net.

Stop your crap, guys, no one even believes you’re serious about your ‘preservation of culture’ bullshit.