Thats-so-Raja !

Cartoon aso can can lor but rojak blog more shiok. Otherwise you aso chapalang ma. So I go write now. Ploplem? For the non-sillyporeans, thats Singlish (Singaporean English), not an alien code. And it translates into " while drawing cartoon is fine, a blog with variety is cool. If not I can’t hold you here for long too. So I will write instead. Any problem? " Any problem? Just that I get puked at by most English speaking foreigners. To some, its like you have committed incest. And they would even administer lethal injections on their children for using Singlish. I was one such arrogant prick too. But let me tell you why it is such air headedness to shun a national identity. You see, there are 3 reasons why Singlish is considered a disgrace – Its Accent, vocabulary and grammar (or the lack of it). Lets take the accent aspect. Once, my ex boss was standing behind me giving instructions. Suddenly, he went “ Tupyoo, Tupyoo, Tupyoo… ” I concluded that he put 3 bullets into my hea

From Obama's transport in the pervious post, lets look into cost cutting in the corporates. Not for the eyes of CFOs.

Boy, drawing Obama really gives a bang! Please float your wits here folks, will try and cartoon them.

Do you know what the sound of the falling hair is? Will tell you shortly. I started growing my hair long when Jessica Alba approached me to be caste against her. Ok, ok, will stop here :). The real reason is, last year I suddenly woke up to discover that my hair loss has moved to exponential levels. Every time I comb, the sound of the falling hair deafened me like a thunder bolt. That is when I decided to grow it long. Its like engaging Bill Clinton as a body guard to your girl friend. Expensive and yet you will be f***ed. But my simple principle in life is “ everything must be tried once ”. So how am I going to try a Rafael Nadal, when all the hair is gone? Hence I went ahead, grew it long and re-bonded. Conservative folks were ashamed to walk with me to the pub. Bold guys kneeled on the grass I walked over. I had fun until the hair became messy, long, dry and curly again. Re-bonded hair only looks neat until your original hair grows back in 2 months. But the story is about the trimmi

I have recently started putting in a lot of attention and effort into the festivals. This is one of the many positive influences that Gavin stirred up in me. So be it Diwali or Christmas, I am kicking a lot of dust - cooking, decorating and fumbling over rituals. This is new. I lived 50% of my life as an atheist and the last 20% as an agnostic. So, when I had to sin during my atheist days, I had no inner conflicts about God . When I had to sin during my agnostic years, I had no inner conflicts about Him watching over me . Hehe. Shallow? Anyway, I have heard enough ‘Go home and eat shit’s over soul-searching(!) arguments on this topic. Recently, while sharing about my Christmas with a good friend, she dodged a rare question across table. So why do I do things losing my identity as a Hindu? If its all about festive spirits, there are at least a couple of hindu festivals for every day of the year? Will my Christian friends ever go with me to a Hindu temple on a Diwali day? This comes f

Folks, some 2009 science trivia. Its now 400 years since Galileo invented the first telescope and its 150 years since Darwin published on evolution. If the Governments still continue to invest (?) in science (??), by the end of 2009, you can fly your girl to moon (literally, thanks to commercial space travels), view a F1 on mars with NASA’s car sized rovers and scan your gene to determine if you will die a madcap. Its fascinating that By 2009, we would have 400 genes linked to predisposition for common diseases. That means we have more lego blocks to play with. (The best dummies guide on this topic is Michael Crichton ’s novel ‘ Next ’). Ever questioned why your tomatoes are perfectly shaped, shinier and last longer than they were 10 years back? Genetic Modifications . We are stepping into the age of Designer Humans – genetically modified beings, like the super tomatoes. That reminds me of Mary shelley’s Frankenstein – a vividly imaginative story of the 1800s

Inspiration - Babul's Last Sun of 2008 Sayonara Pain, grudges, fear and regret All of them i shall forget For a Migrating bird flies light Leaving behind the extra weight No one but you, my 2008 sun listened to my soliloquy of no-fun A Sayonara for this evening Hope we both are new in the morning. - Raja SP