• Scams Galore

    I’ve been too busy these last few days to follow the affairs of the world – so immersed am I in baby soap and nappies but what amazes me is the inordinate emphasis given to the IPL scam. Granted all kinds of cheating is essentially wrong but like the proverbial white lie, there is some amount of cheating that is ” acceptable”. How can the Press, that watchdog and self appointed ombudsman of our society make such a song and dance day after day about something as trivial as CRICKET. It’s just a game for crying out loud : eleven people standing on a field while two are running 22 yards after hitting a ball. And nowadays this game is far removed from its origins when it was played in the fields of England, a game for gentlemen. Today with multi coloured cotton knits replacing white flannels, and white balls replacing the red,  with the matches once played only in the day now being played partly or wholly  in the night and with polite clapping replaced  with half naked cheerleaders waving pompoms and dancing, it is no wonder that this has become another form of entertainment where betting is taking centre stage – particularly when gentlemen no longer play the game.

    What is surprising is the fuss that is made about the bookies and the investigations so thorough that even sons-in-law are not spared . And this is not the first errant son-in-law our State has known. Indeed many sons-in-law blatantly violate the law safe in the knowledge that they can’t be touched. So I find it funny that scams like Coalgate, Railgate and so many other Gates that have been uncovered by our super snoops the TV Journalist Gang that I am beginning to believe that the whole IPL scam itself was a set up by the UPA Govt to divert the attention away from its own Scam ridden daily affairs.

    So until the next real big scam surfaces we will have to suffer the amateur antics of the TVJG ( TV Journalists Gang) who discover starlet, tartlet and cutlet who are the conduits between those fix and those who un-fix the matches that are called the IPL.

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  • Ask me. I know it.

    Studying in an Anglican run school I remember saying this prayer every week.

    Teach us, good Lord, to serve thee as thou deservest;
    To give, and not to count the cost,
    to fight, and not to heed the wounds,
    to toil, and not to seek for rest,
    to labor, and not to ask for any reward,
    save that of knowing that we do thy will.

    We also said many other prayers and there was something comforting in the sound of  prayer being recited by a hundred innocent voices. I must confess though, that most of the time the prayers were said “thoughtlessly” without any attention to what the words actually were. But now after all these years I suddenly realised that most of the prayers are answered……….especially this one by St. Ignatius of Loyola.

    When I look back and reflect on the hours of labour I’ve spent on work that has yielded no monetary reward, very little recognition but immeasurable satisfaction of knowing that a job was well done, I realise that this is one of my  prayers that the Lord has truly answered.

  • Time and tide they say waiteth for no man. How often we take refuge in the excuse that we had no time to do something or it wasn’t possible to do something when the actual fact remains that we just don’t want to do that thing.

    ” I couldn’t come to see you because I didn’t have a car”
    ” I didn’t come to see you because I didn’t have the time”

    These and several other lame excuses are slicked over with

    ” I promise I’ll come again when I have more time or when I have a car available”

    Of course there are genuine reasons for not doing things on time but honestly where there’s a will there’s always a way. People find time to do the things they want to do and do them when they have to be done.

    A father may tell his child “I’m really sorry I won’t be able to come home early for your birthday party but I promise you on Saturday I’ll take you to the Mall and you can buy whatever you want.”

    Does this kind of delayed gratification really work?

    It’s almost like skipping several meals and then gorging till bursting.

    There is really no excuse for not doing things on time. The simple truth is that it was not important enough for you to make the time for it.

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