Cheating a cheater

 I say, "How about a fair trade, Sir ?"

"Of what nature?" he asks

"A death for a life." I reply

He says " A what?"

I repeat, "A death for a life."

He says, "Whose life?"

"Mine", I say

"That is a losing proposition,"  he says

"How so? It has been a long one!"

"Let me think," he says.

"Did you ever examine it; did you ever question it?" he asks.

 I say, " no".

"Then, it is worthless." he utters

"Perhaps. Still, it is long and decent one. That is worth something, isn't it?" I say

"Yes. But no deal!" he says

"Then, would you deal for partial death?" I am being annoying

"A what?" he asks not believing what he heard

"A partial death." I reply

"Don't you know there is no such thing as partial death?

"Either you are dead or you are not." he is irritated

"Okay. I guess I should have known that." I say humbly

"Well, will you grant me sleep in exchange? That is certainly fair." I persist

"Ummm, I can do that,"  he says after a pause

"A long sleep?" I ask

"Okay." he says without thinking

"I mean a long, never ending sleep which is death?"

"Ummm. Yes. Yes. Okay!  Run along now.

Do not bother me again." he is really angry with me now.

"Never ever will I do that, sir." I say in compliance

I quickly turn away with a smirk on my face before HE realizes 

a devil within me cheated HIM, an agent of death; a master cheat himself.

                                          
                                                          -----An imaginary  dialogue by charu

The Jury is out

and I wish it was not...............

A new memory game has revived the tantalizing notion that people can work their way to a higher I.Q.

http://nyti.ms/IPzdPX

A rescue effort on a Brazil beach

The home made video is shaky but the content is not. Great!



http://elcomercio.pe/player/1384898

Tangled Web

 

Inuits' Diet

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inuit_diet



A square and healthy diet must consist of Fruits-Vegetables, Nuts, Grains, very little of Dairy and Meat products and absolutely no fat; we are told. If we do not follow this golden rule, doctors will not hesitate to chastise us.

Inuits of Arctics survive mostly on meat and fat. They eat raw blubber of what they fish or hunt! They eat grass, weeds and few wild berries. This would not be considered healthy according to our "civilized" society!

So how have they managed so well for generations? Is this an anomaly.. or is it?

Pursuant to previous post.....

During my primary school days in Calcutta, celebrating Rabindranath Tagore's (রবীন্দ্রনাথ  ঠাকুর) birthday was something every school in the city did. One and the only year I was asked to recite one of his songs at the celebratory function.  I was told by Monju Choudhury, my math teacher who was very active in the organization of the function, to recite " Pagla Hawar Badol Dine..(পাগলা হাউয়ার বাদল দিনে....)."

The day arrives. I am about to go on to the stage. She calls and asks me to recite the song before I go on. As I began she says, no! no! no! that is not how you do it! Did anybody not teach you how to recite before? I said, no.

There was no time but to go on. I went up; I began; and next thing I know, someone is sprinkling water on me, somone is fanning me. A crowd had gathered around me. I had fainted. I was embarrased.

Needless to say, Stage was not my calling.........

Rabindranath Tagore-"The Last Harvest"





  

The Art Institute of Chicago had a show on Rabindranath Tagore's Paper and Ink paintings. It was named "The Last Harvest". None of the paintings were titled and there were  sixty one of them.  Next year will be the hundredth year of his receiving the Nobel Prize for the literature. Perhaps, this was in honor of the upcoming anniversary.


After I took some bad pictures of some of the paintings I was told it was not permitted. Just the same, I had already taken them. One can see the paintings within the paintings.  All reflections.


Tagore started painting late in his life; in his sixties. Women, birds, nature and pain and suffering dominated his work. The paintings were dark, gloomy and sad. With a sad life like his one cannot expect anything but. He lost his mother at the age of fourteen. His sister-in-law, whom he was attached to very much, committed suicide at a very young age. He lost his wife and then three of his children.


He was color-blind.


In his own pictures, his eyes spilled tragicness.


I am not sure of its relevance, but he seemed to dress, like Mirza Ghalib, in ankle-length double robes with tall skull caps. Just an observation....