THIS ABOVE ALL
No love for
religion
Khushwant
Singh
WHEN a person does
not value his own life, he has no respect for other peoples’
lives. He or she becomes a suicide bomber — more lethal and
more dangerous. Along with taking away his own life, he deprives
many others of their lives. Be he a Hindu, a Muslim, or a Sikh,
his motivation is not his religion but hatred towards those who,
he believes, have criticised it.
This was displayed
by the terrorists who flew passenger planes into the twin World
Trade Centre towers in New York, killing themselves and the
passengers on board, as well as little birds and those living or
working in the buildings.
A suicide bomber has no respect for any religion. Neither does he value his own life, nor the lives of others
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This also happened
in the attack in Mumbai three years ago. Ten Pakistanis created
terror in the city and took the lives of scores of Hindus,
Muslims and Sikhs by firing on them indiscriminately.
They pretended to
have love for Islam but, in fact, displayed their hatred towards
those who, they believed, were the religion’s enemies. Hate is
more powerful than love. Such persons are a nuisance to
civilised society and need to be treated as vermin and
eliminated ruthlessly.
Fruity
London tabloids
are increasingly using the word fruity to describe a pretty,
animated, girl acceptable in high society. What it has to do
with fruit is not clear. It cannot be a banana, or apple or
orange. It could be a peach, which is also used to describe a
young, good-looking girl. They make good spies as they
infiltrate into enemy territory and get valuable information for
their own country.
The stereotype of
a woman spy is Mata Hari, which is way off the mark. Men are not
taken up by good-looking beauties but they fall for saucy young
women and give them all the information they want. The nearest
Hindustani word is chatpati.
I can understand
why they use items of food for a good-looking damsel. Food is
the man’s first priority; next comes sex. When describing a
beautiful woman, mostly her eyes are described first. They are
generally compared to gazelle. Women with beautiful eyes are
often referred to as doe-eyed beauties. The most beautiful eyes
are those of the giraffe. It has large eyes and eyelashes, which
curve upwards. To the best of my knowledge, no one has compared
human eyes with those of a giraffe because the rest of its body
does not lend itself to anything beautiful.
My favourite
description of beauty is that which, though vivid, does not even
mention what it is about. The first example is:
Her face was like
the King’s command when all the servants are drawn
(Christopher Marlowe’s Doctor Faustus). Another one:
Oh, thou are
fairer than the evening air;
Clad in the beauty
of a thousand stars (Belloc).
Do you know anyone
who matches up to this description? Yes, I do. She spends her
winter months in Delhi. Her name is Dilshad Sheikh.
Polish divorce
A Polish man moved
from Poland to the US and married an American girl. Although his
English was far from perfect, they got along very well. One day
he rushed into a lawyer’s office and asked him if he could
arrange a divorce for him. The lawyer said that getting a
divorce would depend on the circumstances, and asked him the
following questions:
"Have you any
grounds?"
The Polish man
said: "Yes, an acre and a half and a nice little
home."
Said the lawyer:
"No, I mean what is the foundation of this case?"
"It is made
of concrete."
Lawyer: "I
don’t think you understand. Does either of you have a real
grudge?"
"No, we have
carport, and not need one."
Lawyer: "I
mean what are your relations like?"
"All my
relations still in Poland."
Lawyer: "Is
there any infidelity in your marriage?"
"We have a
hi-fidelity stereo and a good DVD player."
Lawyer: "Does
your wife beat you up?"
"No, I’m
always up before her."
Lawyer: "Is
your wife a nagger?"
"No, she’s
white."
Lawyer: "Why
do you want this divorce?"
"She is going
to kill me."
Lawyer: "
What makes you think that?"
"I got
proof."
"What kind of
proof?"
"She is going
to poison me. She buy a bottle at drug store and put on shelf in
bathroom. I can read, and it says: Polish Remover."
(Courtesy: Vipin
Buckshey, Delhi)
I hope my readers
will forgive me for not answering their letters. My hands have
started shaking and I cannot write. It is a part of the ageing
process. I am 97.
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