BRICs n Building BlocZ

R: Amer is falling...didn’t you hear?

B: Yeah...but who cares?

C: Who cares? C’mon he controls it all man...everything under the sun.

I: Exactly...his dogs bark as if the whole colony needs them

R: Hmmm...It’s time for an innovation

B: I’m not really sure if time’s ripe

I: No way...i donno if better time’s will sprout up.

R: Thumps up...

C: Exactly...Amer is the best orator i’ve seen...n it seems he thinks no further than getting
cheered 4 de speeches

B: You know what...my young kid recently contested for her class leadership...n she was promising more holidays fewer home works. When i asked her...she winked...she said ‘Amer taught her’.

R: So what’s the plan?

I: We prove that we r immune to pressures. We strive for multipolarity. No more global policemen...rather v’ll share our watchdogs...

C: And v start using our own vehicles to trade...

B: Yeah...let’s give Amer time to re-buit...lower the pressure.

R: Hey i’m feeling thrilled...8 long years of thinking...and now we r gonna act...

C: Hmmm...i have doubts...

I: ???

C: Well pals...someone’s gotta lead right? He he hmmm...well consider this...my family’s gross
home product...the GHP outstrips that of all 3 of yers combined...

B: C’mon everyone has his say. See the colony still cultivate with the tractor i designed...

R: Yeah n the temples still burn the incense sticks i sell...

I: I am still red at Chindler’s support to Pakson. You people have no idea how naughty his kids are.

R: Cheers...n i’m against his pesty intrusion at my unoccupied house at the other side of the road.

B: Too many differences...too little in common...he he...but guys don’t forget...it’s election next week...v have just 10% of the votes when Amer has 17%. Unless we have workouts the Colony Monetary Funds won’t favour us.

C: Too long a distance to travel. But guys...let’s do it...

CHEEEEERS

(40% OF THE WORLD’S POPULATION...20% of the global GDP...half of the Global currency reserves...BRIC strives for changing International Orders...!!!)
(Based on CHANGING ORDER by Vladimir Radyuhin, Frontline July17,2009)

Thanks to:http://cartoonistsatish.blogspot.com/

(NB: Unfortunately wid my practical exams postponed i've nothing else to do these days...so keep buckled up...more on the way...)

a RuMbLE in de MCH

Starring: A rusty elevator at one dark corner of the Medical College Hospital

Me:Uncle...hey hey...watz mr.Quilon doin here...? :)

Uncle: Wow...who do i have here jr.dr...gr8

Me: :) So uncle howz aunt doin?

Uncle: Oh she’s wid me son. We’ve got an appointment wid de neurologist. It’s our first visit to here. Tell me where his room is...

Me: errr...hmmm...yeah gotcha...it’s downstairs uncle...come i’ll give an official escort...

Uncle: Oh no way...can’t disturb u...itz study hours right?

Me: No probs uncle...it’s de clinical postings...now @ de dept. Of ENT...hmm technically otorhinolaryngology

Uncle: K...she’ll find it hard 2 walk dear...

Me: Letz fly down then...ta ta da...here v move towards de lift...

Uncle: He he...c’mon son.

En route...i kept on chatting wid aunt...she looked older n weaker...poor thing...unknown condition that’s weakening her limb muscles...

At last...here v r....hey itz spooky right here...god...y is dis corner of de abode of clamouring patients so dead silent? Haven’t i stepped here b4? I was puzzled...!!!

Uncle: ooo...wat do v hav here?

Me: Exactly uncle...that’s what im thinking...n ahem ahem...2 b honest i’ve never noticed this corner...

Facing us was a mammoth door that seemed to be sealed in the Jurassic era. The red colour didn’t shine. I searched for the lift button.

Me: Oh i’ve competition...a spider seems to have been searching for it since time immemorial...and in the process he probably raised a whole family. A strong spider web was shaking at my voice.

Hello...nibody der???

A nurse peeped through a nearby room..."oh doctorji...sorry...de button won’t work. Your coat might burn!!!"

Me: Am i supposed to knock the door then n shout ‘tic tic sumone der?’

BINGO dOCTORji...

Uncle: omg

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Uncle: Open sesame...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Me: Oh this is bad really bad.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....

Hey do i hear something

Uncle: Lemme press my ear to the door.

Aunt: Hey Ravi...lend your stethoscope to him...

Me: he he (errr...holy shit y so...)

Me: Uncle...leave it...i think aunt needs some kinda ‘physiotherapy’ lemme test het motor functions.

Uncle: Hmm werz de ramp?

Me: STAIRCASE...

Aunt: No ramp???

Me: (disappointed) Not in the vicinity...

We started to wheel her towards the staircase few metres away...

CREEEEEEEEEEKKKKKK..RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR..RUMPPPPPPPPPPPP......THUDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Uncle: OH MY GOD...EARTHQUAKE?? HE HE

Another patient from a distance: Hey lucky people...de LIFT GOD IS PLEASED WID U IT SEEMS...man itz a blue moon!!!

The door opened wid a roar...An angry sleepy lift operator was busy reading the newspaper...

“The next time u knock try something harder say...a knee hammer made of titanium...doctor ji...

(Dedicated to the Hon'ble Kerala Health Minister PK Sreemathi)

Though exaggerated to extremes the real scenario ain't really good.

“I” “ME” n “MYSELF”

Finally i discovered the panacea...

Well i found the key to ecstasy...

Why spend all years of my existence complaining...

Nothing would change...at least within the next few generations.

Air would only get thicker...water would only taste more chemical...sea levels would only rise...Women will keep on getting raped...the dark will continue in the shadows...little will be the space to thrive...tramps will keep filling the footpaths...

More misery...little bread, more pills...battery life and power supply will decide when love n care flows...tyrants will rise and fall...you get killed or you kill yourself...

The bulb lit a thousand times...

First i tried packing my ears...cries wouldn’t strike my drum...

But i wouldn’t be safe...i wouldn’t hear the horns...

Then did i cover my eyes...i wouldn’t see his empty guts...

But i wouldn’t be safe...i couldn’t cross a road...

I thought...why not pack my nose...

Nothing would change...why kill my self...

Finally i discovered the panacea...

Well i found the key to ecstasy...

Why spend all years of my existence complaining...

Why tread more paths searching for lights...

To change is the law of nature they say...

Then why not change myself...

I would bring down the walls...

Clear my path...

Let my flesh and blood follow...

My world...and i would rule...

No harm would i cause...

No tears would i create...

My own land...but never would i cross your fence...

mY WorlD n i rULe

(NB: Don't panic if de number 9037358909 hits yer screens...im tryin out de new tata docomo...nopes needn't save it...coz as any new innovations dis one wont last long..old number persist !!! Applicable 2 all nookes outside Kerala...esp Hemz, Smriti, Diana, Divya, Archana, Anup)