Stupid UN, Stupid World.

Confounded!

That's all that I can say now. Certainly I can spurt out four letter words, and every other kinds of words, but the reality is I am an insignificant little girl whose blog is not even seen by anyone beyond her circle of aquaintances. Some may read it, but it's of no consequence.

I'll write what I want anyways.

I had always had the confidence in the UN, for being responsible, at the least sensible of what is just and what is absolutely wrong.

I was mislead by their involvement with Jews and Arabs, Moslems and Christians. Vietnamese and Africaans.

I thought they had their brains on their spinal cord. Seems otherwise.

Just reeling from the shock of thousands of dead, lost relatives and friends, and the loss of a solid leader, ass holes in Suits decided to vote against the Tamils and declared Sri Lanka Victorious.

They said the Sri lankan government was right in Shelling, and bombing and burning the tamils to clear the terrorism in their country. The countries to vote for this were China, Brazil, India, Pakistan, some others and South Africa.

Okay China was expected for they only wanted to keep their favouritism with Sri lanka since they wanted to build some god forsaken port in that country, And India being Assholes never liked Tamils and the LTTE for some stupid assasination on Rajiv Gandhi, Pakistan? Well They just didn't like want to seem supportive of Terrorists at the moment.

Here comes South Africa. when I read that they voted against the tamils I went " what the hell?"

They, who went through Apartheid, discrimination and stuff are for the the very kind of discrimination and killing done on Tamils.

And to think we were sorry for these no good blackies.

Like hell I'll ever try to be helpful to Africans anymore. Ya'll can rot all ya'll want.

It seems the whole world is against tamils. Okay, including some selfish tamils themselves. Loads of wrong was done on these earthen colored folks. They didn't do anything! All we wanted was our own land. Nothing else.

Our fights, struggles and deaths was for our own home. It's not lie the Al Qaeda or the taliban who are intent on carrying on the crusades war. No!

We just want our home. And together christians, moslems and buddhists held hands and sang Hallelujah, Allahuakbar and Om Bodhisattva to our downfall. Oh, very nice.

And to think, Sinhalese whose religion is of Buddha's teachings violated it all by killing and not showing compassion. You have brought shame and disgrace to the name of buddha and all Buddhists on this earth. I am disgusted to even acknowlegde any Sinhala as buddhists.

I want everyone to know that when tamils are oppressed the least bit. One hint of challenging us in anyway, one slip up, one mistake in killing our people coldly and brutally, you can be damned sure that we'll get up and stamp all to their places. Thereis no stopping this. You unleashed the pogrom on us, acknowledged it as just and right and closed all eyes to the obvious and tomorow you'll wake up to find your entire state trashed to smithereens. I meant this metaphorically of course. We'll work out a way to show ourselves wisely, unitedly and ultimately unviolently.



Now, look at these pictures and ponder. You are that, that child and that man, those people. And were you that, what would you feel, what would cross your mind then? Fear? Confusion? Tired? Loss of hope.

No, you can't feel this now. Your money is important. That wealth and comfort you garnered. Current work problems and god forsaken issues. That matters, not some nonesense from some unknown place in Asia. Heck, asians always have trouble. They don't know how to be professional and diplomatic. Always fighting for stupid reasons like land and rights. We have courts and laws for that. Etc, etc and bla bla bla..

That's what you say and think.



Think Again.


She could have been happily playing with school mates and eating good food made by mom.

To think those were once homes, neatly arranged and grown by a close knit community.


I wonder what that boy feels now," Taking more pictures? "


People see this and say," eh, that isn't genocide." Excuse you.







I doubt anyone would change their minds. People are so conceited in their gross mentality to feel anymore compassion or remorse. So, basically this post is meaningless in all it's existence. Just like everyone else.

Just know, that these here aren't the worst of the lot. There is much more.

Presenting my current passion, Avatar: the last airbender!

I cannot say how intensely happy am I that this series is being made into a movie!

Happy, happy, happy!! I love Avatar, just as much I do Lord of the Rings. I am an avid fan of Avatar, read its fanfictions, washed my eyes of its hundreds of deviantarts, ernestly followed its episodes from season 1 till 3, and I believe I am one of the few in Malaysia to have seen it all the same time as the US and Canada.

And, when I first found out that Syamalan was going to direct it i was wondering what it might be like. All dark or exceptionally good.

But all hell broke loose when I found out the casting. I could deal with the Katara, Sokka and Aang casting ( though I didn't who Aang's actor was then, it was meant to be a surprise) but Jesse Mcartney?? Come on!

Then, I guess all Avatar shippers and fans went into a rampage and finally, Jesse was booted and incame Patel, fresh from his new found glory.

I wasn't too sure about him first, or even of a white boy playing Aang, the key character. And the thought of a vampire in pain most of the time being Sokka irritated me.

But after seeing the newly released photos, 3 of them actually, I am slowly hoping things will be awesome next year when it debuts.

Patel looked good! And Aang looks good too!

So, let's hope syamalan doesn't screw this up, and the scores better be smashing!!

This is the chance for the indians involved in this, namely patel, to start making a name for themselves.

We ain't some docile race to start with, now with all these vile and contemptous actions done on us, by Everyone, we will emerge as victorious and powerful leaders!!

Hahaha XD


Aang played by Noah Ringer. Not bad, though many seem to think it other wise.


The prince Zuko, played by Dev Patel of Slumdog Millionaire. oohh, can't wait!! He better not screw this up!


When transformers premiers this June, I am going to watch it. Why? Because the Avatar trailer is attached to its credits!! I wanna see it, and be stunned!!!


That score better be Good.

The Fight will go on.

I attended another mass rally up in Batu Caves in Support of the Tamils of Eelam, this time with my dad, sister and mother. It was a good rally and very touching.

When we reached Batu caves, there were several hundreds already gathered there, all on word of SMS. I have no knowledge of the news spreading over the net.

But it grew up to several thousands, estimated to be about 5000.

All the while, the speakers played their part well, rousing everyone's passion in english, malay and tamil. Cursing the godforsaken Rajapaksha and the India Government including Tamil Nadu as well as imploring the world to stand for the injustice being done on Tamils.

We stood by the other tamils in the sweltering heat, repeating the chants uttered by the speakers and duly listening to their speech. We had in unison passed a resolution regarding the tamil struggle. I have never in my life seen such a thing. It was so cool, everyone repeated the resolution and in the end, when they asked who consented to it, every single brother in the field rose his hands. Man! Talk about unity.

We stood by till noon and went to have some drinks with the other supporters, and after praying at the Ganesha temple , we departed tired but equally gratified.

I am not going to complain about the lack of relatives being supportive of this matter. Despite hailing from Northern Eelam, they don't seem to care about the suffering of their own people dieing and toiling in fear in Sri lanka. Some didn't want to support the LTTE's struggle because they find their approach violent. They reasoned that the LTTE's act to vanquish the TELO's and other tamil groups in the past that were political and not military driven, was despicable.

I have news, I couldn't defend the LTTE then, due to lack of knowledge, but I just found out that these Political groups like the TELOs, EROS, PLOTEs, were very devious and each had their own agenda. TELO's being Indian backed,( by this I mean North india not Tamil nadu) were being directly used by India to subjugate the rising LTTE influence which in every aspect threatened to demolish India eventually. By curbing LTTE's movemnet, Tamils can be controlled and subsequently Tamils of Tamil Nadu will be pinned for good.

I don't want to convert anyone to any believe. But despite it all, LTTE warriors were the tamil youths who, I daresay, willingly took up arms to defend their mothers, fathers, siblings and relatives who were abused, pushed around, raped, discriminated and killed by the Singhalese, and the Indian Army.

This history is massive and complicated. Everything must be viewed from every point of view, not just what is being projected. Try putting yourself there now. get rid of your wealth, your comfortable house, your family, your work and attachments. See yourself as a small, poor, insignificant youth, skinny and wearing rags of last decade, and you watch your mother cook with constant fear. And you know anytime someone goes out into the street, they mostly won't comeback.

This isnt because of the LTTE, but same colored ass holes called Singhalese who keep bombing here and there. If I was there, I'd rather fight to keep my mom and dad and sister alive for another day than to fret about in fear doing nothing and waiting for the day to come.

So when I hear people say things that don't seem too good for my tamil brethrens, I feel angry. Yeah, I know people away from this misery can't imagine the anguish of the tamils there now. Because you all had it good. I had it exceptionally good, and I can't seem to be able stand the fact that i went gallivanting to france on huge sums of money while thousands my age died or were raped or worse, saw someone they love die.

So, it all comes down to the basic facts. Do you or do you not stand by your brethrens in the face of adversity and give your heart out to them? Can you or can you not conceive their misery before shouting back words that mean very little now?

Reality Check:

Prabakaran may or may not be dead. It doesn't matter. If he is dead, the fight will continue, somehow. And I see the tamils of Malaysia rising up for that challenge. If he isn't, well... Let's bring out the champagne!

Anyhow, please, I implore all Selonis and non Selonis, don't turn your backs from these people who once were your family. Your own kind. Just don't.

I'll write more on this later. I got stuff to do. These are other crudely shot shots of our rally today. Have fun.

Another genocide in the 21st century. Shows how matured we really are... Really...

How disappointing it was for us, especially for me and my dad to note that hardly more than 10 original Sri Lankan descendants actually came to this small protest! Infact the ones crying out bitterly were tamils. But then I guess it doesn't make any difference whether you're sri lankan or not, as long as you care, it's worth easing your conscience.

And that's what all three of us thought, me , my dad and my mom ( yes, she tagged along, for she has been crying her heart out because of this genocide and wanted to do something about it, however small it is) Never mind that it's a small rally, outside the Sri Lankan High Commission, but the fact that as much as 200 Indians came together, despite their work and other obligations like meetings or customers or clients, they came. That was beyond awesome. Seriously.

Welll.. I'm not complaining. It doesn't matter.

The Sri Lankan war on Tamils is plain cruel. I took the liberty in reading up on its history and was appaled by the facts. Singhalese are plain confounded animals, whose brains remain till this day within their buttocks and way up their anus! Excuse the language, I am truly angry.

And the world watches and watches with nothing more being done than some press statement by guys in suits! At least that french guy ( Lord bless his soul ) in UN seems to be really pushing UN to do something. Screw China and Russia for all we care!

So I reasoned with myself, the protesters in London, Paris, Canada, US, Australia, the world over and now in Malaysia, at least if we keep this up we can make a long term change? Something , certainly. Well, it's all up to destiny to decide.

Now, Congress swept the Indian Government coalition, what hope can they have now? Bearing the grudge of Rajiv's death at the hands of mislead LTTE suicide bomber, this is the time of their revenge. So, the scales have tipped and balanced and tipped again and again.

Some will say,these protests and strikes make no difference and The powers of the world don't see any profit in helping out these unfortunate Tamil brethrens. But I feel, difference or no difference, just know that while you stand there, in solidarity under the scorching sun, probably skipping your lunch, just so you can try to stand up for the Tamils dieing or already dead, that makes the difference, at that moment and at that instant. And know that you're conscience is clear.

So, another genocide, to stand in place next to Hitler's Jew massacre, or the Rwanda massacre, or the Cambodian Genocide, is the Destruction of the Tamils of Srilanka. And to think some ass-headed white trash thought it to be the paradise of the world. I dare anyone to step foot on that land and not feel guilty of simply being there.

If you don't, go to hell.



Pictures, that can't mean much because they were poorly taken and my handphone camera is outdated. Its just something for my memory, cause my mom actually joined my dad and I ( Meena had to school, but I bet she would have joined anyways) to stand and protest with the rest.



That tiger really brought smiles on our faces.


One of the coffins to cremate either Sonia gandhi or Rajapaksha.. Two ass-holes.

My dad, as usual needing a smoke.

My mom, with the protest cards.



The dummy in the centre is Rajapaksha. Later he'll be cremated ( Burnt to cinder) a full indian death rite.








The tamil tiger flags.

yay!!


Me and mom, sorry the picture was off, I am getting bad at this.


That's my dad to the left of the Tiger.




The end of the ceremony. We all departed with Ice-creams and cool drinks. No Fights nothing.

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Oh, I am sorry for the explicit words. As usual the blog is home for voicing out emotions and feelings. This is mine at present. Do forgive me If I have offended anyone. It was not meant to be so.

Okay, another update!

Aha, Well just last week we had our annual Chitra pournami ratham procession, ( Or Citra full moon chariot procession ) and that day was really a good day. In many ways, i mean.

For one thing our niece aka 'cousin' dropped by to stay over which she had hardly done for the past few years, considering the fact that she is now grown up and has her college to see through.

And we had a blast!

She came by in the morning with my cousin bro and his family who decided to take a dip in the swimming pool. And since Raul ( the baby boy ) was going for the swim too, all three of us joined in! And so, in our clothes we dropped into the baby pool and waddled around with Raul. he had a blast and we had good sport.

But then disaster struck. Some idiot decided to close all water running into the apartments and we had no where to take a clean bath!

And Sasha had to really take a bath as she had to go to the hospital to visit her uncle. So..

After sending my cousin and his family off who were still soaking wet( except for Ysotha ka who declined to dip in earlier was in thriumph for not doing so) we rounded the whole Sunway court in wet clothes and hair looking for some tap with water!

All who saw us were gracious enough not to stare, but yes, we did that. Out of desperation.But there was none. Somehow I'm glad there was none or we'll be having an outdoors bathing party, with shampoo, looking really jakun. I mean really, jakun.

And then we retreated to the comforts of our home and there, used the tong that my mother fills up for emergencies like that day and each of us just poured over our chlorinated self about 2 ladle full. and we dressed and Sasha, poor thing , left with that sorry excuse of a bath.

And while we fretted about not having a proper bath before the chariot that evening, water returned 2 hours ater and we had all the time to shower and stuff. So thank god.

At six, we got a call from our aunty who was going to join us as well and we went down to meet her in the temple. Our other cousin and his family couldn't come because they had to prepare for their prayers the next day and feed Thannya.

And so, the three of us attended the whole chariot session from the begining until the shell station.

The whole thing was magical. And Muruga looked beyond gorgeous. He was absolutely stunning!

His chariot procession had always been on my mind to post about and now I can. And I'm glad for it.

Although the whole procession is about taking Lord Muruga for a joy ride around Sunway, stopping at devotees homes to accept their prayers, the throng was however more keen on each other than the star!

So everyone had a blast looking at each other, talking and dancing with each other,eye catching each other.. Teenagers!

Yet, the three of us really had fun, and despite the heavy karma around us and the tiredness we experienced, it was worth it!

However, it totally took the toll of me and Sasha the next day when we went to our other cousins Homa prayer for his daughter Thannya. It was good prayer though, very good for the family. Thannya however was joyful with or without the appearance of fires, priests and guests.

I'm glad sasha came. We missed those ancient days when we used to have sleep overs before a Lord of the rings show premiered or for holidays. Good ol times.

But, can't expect such things any more. We all have our lifes to start, and mine is in Hong Kong. Meena's , we'll know next year.

Anyways, That's all for now. Chow.




The baby and his ladies in waiting.







Mengadaing





Lord Muruga and the Rooster flag which my family made years ago for him.






My dearest Lord Ganesha. How divine he looks.



The beginning of the chariot


This here was a horde of coconuts being thrown by the dozens! It was quite the show, I must say. Probably close to 200 coconuts being crashed there...


Nice shot this one,







Performers for Muruga. who later ended up performing for the mass. Always..


The peacock dancer, this is a must have in a muruga chariot procession.

Dancers who danced the night away.









Close up

Just ignore me.



Presenting Ramitasri and Havivarman, Siblings to Sailasri, who isnt here.


happy children, can say the most happiest in the whole throng. They were the highlight of our day, glad to pose for several shots. Good boys!


After the chariot we sat flat on the ground down my house, beside the dustbin and the cars. Dead tired and exhausted. And still willing to cam-whore.

My dad's car.



The look -alikes. Since birth, I'm serious!!

Cheese!!

P:S Pictures courtesy of Sasha Surindran.

My French Riviera Birthday Gift

Greetings!

Nope, I shall not give a reason to my absence from this sphere, and as some may have already observed, I was shrouded by some unwanted mist and haze. But everything has now passed and I am seeing clearer horizons.

Allow me first to say some gloss about my recent adventure to the south of France. Since I am obliged to make some statement to it, because my beloved father had been so gracious to send me there on his expense, for a purpose which I only see clear right now!

Some, or rather a number of people had wondered why I was that lucky, or why was my dad so compassionate to bestow upon me the best birthday gift ever. But people are people and they all judge everything based on the covers of what they see. No one can comprehend anything remotely natural to others. Well...

I left in the wee hours after midnight on my birthday and traveled utterly uncomfortably on 2 planes, dropping in Dubai for 6 hours, coasting over the Indian, Arabian and mediterranean skies, to finally landing in delightful little Nice. Apart from the sight seeing of the city covering Vieux Nice, the promenade des anglais, and new Nice, we managed to jump on a local bus to Monaco where I got the chance of seeing the infamous Monte Carlo Casino, the Cafe de Paris and the dozens of yacths belonging to the rich and oppulent; and Cannes.

Alas, we went when there was no grande Cannes film Festival or Celebrities waltzing about. There were just locals. But it was good anyways, cause along the way, we got to see the real side of France country side, the poor and unfortunates unlike the high class of Nice and the other 2 cities, of everyday France. This was when we took the local 1 Euro bus ride to Cannes passing Antibes. I was really glad I got to see that.

The aunty who was kind enough to let me join her had her conference on diabetes, and though we couldn't see because we are outsiders not registered, I think she would have done splendid.

After the conferences, and the immense walking and sightseeing, with a gracious and most compromising cousin who was willing to walk about with me and go places, we headed back to Malaysia, packed tightly like tuna in a sardin can in the economy class seats.

Damn, I hate flying, it tore me apart and I must admit I broke down several times because of the travelling and the lack of sleep, and possibly the hint of missing my home and family. But in the end it was all worth it. Very much.

For one, I got to feel how the European Late winter cold is like, and though it didn't snow, the 8 or 9 degrees Celcius was hell, and the rain made it worse. And this taught me how much the sun was awesome in all its despicable heat. In Nice, I spent the hours waiting for the rain to stop and let the sun shine. And when it did, I literally stood basking in its rays between the shadows of the Nice buildings.

And Another, I needed some hardcore waking up from my everyday simple comfortable existance and learn the life of independance and learning how to adapt, without my family that is.

The pictures are wholly up on my Facebook , but here are just a few of them, from Nice, Cannes and Monte Carlo.







View from my the topmost floor of our hotel, Splendid Hotel. The mediterranean sea is just beyond .


French people having lunch in Vieux Nice.

Nice as a whole from the top of the Hill where Le Chateu ruins stand.

Streets of Old Nice, deserted because of the rain. Yes, we were walking in the cold, brazen rain.


A cemetary next to Le Chateu. It was big and just creepy.

Aunty Baby in front of The Monte Carlo Casino. It was closed when we got there.

Me at Cannes, Sitting in front of a water fountain. No Cannes film festival unfortunately, just a whole lot of lounging people and yachts.



A performer who sang us something in one of the streets in Cannes.



Hahaha, well that's Rose wine for you! It tastes a hell better than anything else I've had before. Don't worry we didn't get drunk. We were all sober.


Nice old old man in Nice.




Having the local favourite, Le Socca! and their god-awful Coffee! The Socca is actually very much like our Tosai minus the spices, chickpeas and voila! tastes bearable.





This was taken near the Modern Museum in Nice, next to the Acropolis which is not in this shot that Aunty Baby had her conference.


Le Tams. Cool Megnetic trains that run through Nice, making it easier for traveling about. After all, people walk here more than they drive. Very eco-friendly.




Haha, well a poser in the making I suppose.


I'll blog real soon about my other adventures. I owe this post to the lot, but now I'm done and I feel happy.
It was a good trip, and a good birthday present too. So a big thanks to my dad for this!

:D