I have been a monk and a recluse among lots of people milling around me today. Why? Because I wanted to be thus. There are lots of work to be done and it will be non-achieved by sitting around with friends and others and having it.
Do you know the police in Bristol have a badge with “AVON AND SOMERSET CONSTABULARY” written on the badge. Some of the local citizens got the brilliant idea of changing the writing to “AVING IT SOMEWHERE CONSTANTLY” and we used to have t shirts made out of it and wear them for demonstrations and free parties which the police hated and busted. The life generally in Bristol is getting into a rut these days as the kids growing up has got better things to do like stay at home and watch the bloody telly or play computer games. Then there are some who get into gangs and terrorise the people around. I heard this Pakistani and West Indian descended kids going around shouting abuse at white people; generally terrorising them with “who is the fucking slave then?” and burning their vehicles – of course when the owners are not present. These kids are under 18 years old some are 13 to 14 years of age. The kid who confronted me was a mere 14 years old. Well I am not black and not white not in-bewtweener but a Indian looking some other creed with dread locks and a proud face with a big nose(Well as I put it to kids I have a small face huh). He threatened me with all sorts of slang words picked up from Jamaican, Paki, etc and threw this football in me face, which hit me nose and bounced off. He is under age to do any fuck. I am waiting until he is 18. No promises.
You know me better than that don’t you? I hope so. Any thing which comes into my perception is logically understood by me and I will have to terminate it as the results of my own logic. So it should not last more than five minutes I mean that set of emotions. I do not want to put the blame on others. I created it and I live it, and I might as well enjoy it. Think about it for a bit. The people who indulge in their own emotions more than five minutes lose their perception of the rest of their life. Say for instance I go to the cinema and I see a prehistoric creature and start thinking about how imperfect the thing looks like and that should of looked like this and that. I miss the plot, which has been unravelling, before me, during that time I was engrossed in thinking about it. "Thinking about the past formulating the future I miss the present. And where is the past then?
I hope you remember that I said about people whom I know cannot put their thoughts into writing because they have this fear that their grammar is bad etc. Well this is my own experience.
How do you pronounce the word Elgin? Is it pronounced as you pronounce origin or like begin? Right you decide.
I shared a space in a place called Maida Vale in London. On Elgin Avenue. So here is me a not-so-black-not-so-white but Indian looking bloke no dread locks getting into a taxi and loud and clear saying, “156 Elgin Avenue (origin) please?” And the taxi driver corrects me very politely, “You mean, Elgin(begin) Avenue? Ok sir ”. Mind the politeness. Then I correct myself next time I hail a London Hackney cab and tell the driver, “156 Elgin(begin) Avenue please?” The driver, not the same, says politely,” You mean Elgin(origin) Avenue sir?” Well you see what I mean. I do not know whether the same thing happens to white people. I mean a white taxi driver try to correct you the white person? I doubt. I go through this a lot. I mean if the guy knows what I am talking about what the bloody hell matters init? If I say “ I wood like to go to toun and buy some bred.” Will you understand me? Yeah because I am talking to you. But if I write it what happens? Will you or will you not understand me?
Any queries please address to alwaysshariff@Nospamyahoo.co.uk
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Where God lives
It is a lot disgusting to think about the world politics. So I thought about God.
What would God or Allah or any one who is capable of righting the wrong and vice versa choose as one’s adobe? Say for instance you live in an Island on your own. You have everything you need. You do not have any aspirations or any challenges. How long will you last before you go insane with boredom?
Now you put lots of people in there, in that Island with you, and you are the caretaker, governor, jury et Judge. You control everything even the times of their births and deaths. Will you live in that Island or go some where else to live? Now you can see why the God, Allah etc. could not exist in this world. Heavens above or may be the Earth below should be their haven.
No wonder the Prime Minister of this country live in a different place. Otherwise he must be able to understand what common people feel.
In the meantime up North in Bristol the Police had this to say.
“POLICE APPEAL FOR HELP TO TRACK DOWN COLOURFUL BURGLAR ( Clifton )
Police are searching for a distinctive burglar who took building tools worth several hundred pounds from a Bristol building site. The man committed the offence at the site in Merchants Road, Clifton, between 1-1.30pm on Wednesday April 14.The man drove a dark red Ford Escort van, which had a black Ford Sierra bumper on the front and also had a double roof rack, on to the site and parked it. He walked over to the security shed, put on a hard hat and fluorescent vest and walked to a metal storage container, where he took a builder’s laser level and a Makita jigsaw. After putting them in the van he replaced the hat and vest and drove off. The man is described as a white man, about 5ft 10ins of thin build, aged 25-30 years with two inch long distinctive maroon coloured hair and was wearing a red boiler suit. Police would like to hear from anyone who may have seen or know this man to contact them.
21/04/2004 12:59:58"
Any queries please address to alwaysshariff@Nospamyahoo.co.uk
What would God or Allah or any one who is capable of righting the wrong and vice versa choose as one’s adobe? Say for instance you live in an Island on your own. You have everything you need. You do not have any aspirations or any challenges. How long will you last before you go insane with boredom?
Now you put lots of people in there, in that Island with you, and you are the caretaker, governor, jury et Judge. You control everything even the times of their births and deaths. Will you live in that Island or go some where else to live? Now you can see why the God, Allah etc. could not exist in this world. Heavens above or may be the Earth below should be their haven.
No wonder the Prime Minister of this country live in a different place. Otherwise he must be able to understand what common people feel.
In the meantime up North in Bristol the Police had this to say.
“POLICE APPEAL FOR HELP TO TRACK DOWN COLOURFUL BURGLAR ( Clifton )
Police are searching for a distinctive burglar who took building tools worth several hundred pounds from a Bristol building site. The man committed the offence at the site in Merchants Road, Clifton, between 1-1.30pm on Wednesday April 14.The man drove a dark red Ford Escort van, which had a black Ford Sierra bumper on the front and also had a double roof rack, on to the site and parked it. He walked over to the security shed, put on a hard hat and fluorescent vest and walked to a metal storage container, where he took a builder’s laser level and a Makita jigsaw. After putting them in the van he replaced the hat and vest and drove off. The man is described as a white man, about 5ft 10ins of thin build, aged 25-30 years with two inch long distinctive maroon coloured hair and was wearing a red boiler suit. Police would like to hear from anyone who may have seen or know this man to contact them.
21/04/2004 12:59:58"
Any queries please address to alwaysshariff@Nospamyahoo.co.uk
Tuesday, April 13, 2004
Saturday, April 10, 2004
Ranting is nor for me
I have been to a web site calling itself the OFT. Ok you do not like acronyms like me that means Office Of Fair Trading or (OOFT for short).
You can get, an awe-inspiring, lots of what you can do and what you cannot do in there. If you are Internet savvy you can get emails notifying you the important trading shite in UK. By the way Word does not have “shite” in its dictionary. About time we put that in eh?
A few years ago I had a little thought…. (as lots of people come to my place and tell me mournful stories about their plight)….. to have an internet link to rant and rave about their problems. So I went ahead and created a website on my yahoo groups thingy, called Radio Blue Rant Spot. (Well the link is not their any more as I took it off.) Told all my friends …. Incidentally you know the friend is really “fri ends” init…….. and some more by placing the link in all my emails so that they all can tell their stories to the rest of the world. Well, the idea in my mind is that more people read about it; what you think becomes more universal with the help of the internet. But you know what? They did not want to write anything in the Rant Spot or even on a piece of paper. That is when I realised most of the people are not able to put their thoughts into paper. They think there is something wrong with their thoughts. Or they have no sense of writing/grammar. Or is it that they have no self-belief? So I thought I will write for them!
I come to complains department here now; first
The Council Tax.
I think I talked about this in an earlier (Tuesday, March 23, 2004) log. But this is what happened to me friend. And this is what he said:
“ I am not employed due to a back injury and depend on benefits. As I am getting Incapacity benefit I have to pay 20% of my Council Tax. Bit heavy but I think I can just manage it. So I have been paying my dues since 1997. Gosh it goes up every year at the rate of 5.5%. Do you know the Police increased its share of the loot by 100%? I think that is mainly, the free party people who has contributed towards it? Joke!”
“So in year 2001 I did not get any papers about the tax for a while and all of a sudden I got this letter saying that I have been taken to the courts for not payment of tax and had been awarded fine and court costs. Now the initial amount I had to pay was only 98 quid but now the price tag is £197. there was no way they are going to listen to my despair. The woman at the Amelia court was like a dragon. The moment she let her accusing eyes on me I knew I will not get anywhere. Listen to me no no no. I had to listen to her why I had to pay. She will not listen to me at all. I had a friend who told her ‘Why don’t you listen to him?’. She just glared at him. I had to pocket out the dosh.”
“You know that was then. So I set it up with my bank account to get the money to the council with direct debit. So far so good, till this April. All of a sudden my bank account is down to 4 quid with a few direct debit payments due. Reason the council is charging me the full amount instead of 20%. Don’t know what to do? May be it is my turn to get back at that dragon in the council place init.”
Richer Sounds:
This is another story from a pal of mine. Here it is:
“I managed to scrounge myself to save a bit of money to buy my girl friend a prezzie for her b’day. She liked to get a minidisk recorder. I got one myself and she wanted a similar one. My one I got it off a friend who had an unwanted present. So came cheap. By and by it passed her b’day and I had enough money by x’mas. So after a heavy consultation through the internet and me mates I decided to try Richer Sounds in Bristol. Phoned the man in Richer Sounds.Wow there is a minidisk recorder for £150, I was told. Sort of fitted my pocket. “
“Went to the shop and my man says “Sorry sir, out of stock.” I said could you order one for me and I asked my man “Is it a recorder?” He said “Ai I got one meself, it is a bargain for that price.” So I gave me name and went away to come back in a week. I phoned after a week and told the guy at the other end who I was and I ordered a minidisk recorder and he said he got it. Next day I scurried to Richer Sounds and told the sales person the name and that there is a minidisk recorder ordered for me. He came back with it and said £149. And I paid and he packed it into a bag, I went home. I gave the prezzie to me girl friend and she gave me a kiss and wow man it was good feeling. She went away for the Christmas.”
“I got a call from her very angry telling me off for buying her a sodding mini disk player. What? No the man said it is a recorder and I got another earful for arguing about it. Anyway she got back in mid January and I took it back in first week of February, and explained to the man as I explained to you guys earlier. After looking at the blessed thing the sales person goes “I got to ask the manager.” He went off and after a few minutes he comes back and says “Sorry sir you have to return it within 14 days.” That is it. I got a mini disk player which will not play the disks I recorded on the other minidisk player. And I got a cross eyed girl friend who will not trust me, on even buying her loaf of bread. So I hereby put Richer Sounds of Bristol on the Watch List.”
There's an old story told in the Tennessee hill country about a woodsman who found a mirror that someone, possibly a tourist, had lost. He took a good look in it, saying,
"I'll be dadblamed if it ain't my old Paw. I never knew he'd had his pickshur took."
He took the mirror home and hid it in the attic.
But his wife had grown suspicious of all that rumbling up there. When the old boy left the house, she went to the attic, hunted around, and found the mirror. She looked into it, then remarked,
"So, that's the old biddy he's been chasin'!"
Any queries please address to alwaysshariff@Nospam'yahoo.co.uk
You can get, an awe-inspiring, lots of what you can do and what you cannot do in there. If you are Internet savvy you can get emails notifying you the important trading shite in UK. By the way Word does not have “shite” in its dictionary. About time we put that in eh?
A few years ago I had a little thought…. (as lots of people come to my place and tell me mournful stories about their plight)….. to have an internet link to rant and rave about their problems. So I went ahead and created a website on my yahoo groups thingy, called Radio Blue Rant Spot. (Well the link is not their any more as I took it off.) Told all my friends …. Incidentally you know the friend is really “fri ends” init…….. and some more by placing the link in all my emails so that they all can tell their stories to the rest of the world. Well, the idea in my mind is that more people read about it; what you think becomes more universal with the help of the internet. But you know what? They did not want to write anything in the Rant Spot or even on a piece of paper. That is when I realised most of the people are not able to put their thoughts into paper. They think there is something wrong with their thoughts. Or they have no sense of writing/grammar. Or is it that they have no self-belief? So I thought I will write for them!
I come to complains department here now; first
The Council Tax.
I think I talked about this in an earlier (Tuesday, March 23, 2004) log. But this is what happened to me friend. And this is what he said:
“ I am not employed due to a back injury and depend on benefits. As I am getting Incapacity benefit I have to pay 20% of my Council Tax. Bit heavy but I think I can just manage it. So I have been paying my dues since 1997. Gosh it goes up every year at the rate of 5.5%. Do you know the Police increased its share of the loot by 100%? I think that is mainly, the free party people who has contributed towards it? Joke!”
“So in year 2001 I did not get any papers about the tax for a while and all of a sudden I got this letter saying that I have been taken to the courts for not payment of tax and had been awarded fine and court costs. Now the initial amount I had to pay was only 98 quid but now the price tag is £197. there was no way they are going to listen to my despair. The woman at the Amelia court was like a dragon. The moment she let her accusing eyes on me I knew I will not get anywhere. Listen to me no no no. I had to listen to her why I had to pay. She will not listen to me at all. I had a friend who told her ‘Why don’t you listen to him?’. She just glared at him. I had to pocket out the dosh.”
“You know that was then. So I set it up with my bank account to get the money to the council with direct debit. So far so good, till this April. All of a sudden my bank account is down to 4 quid with a few direct debit payments due. Reason the council is charging me the full amount instead of 20%. Don’t know what to do? May be it is my turn to get back at that dragon in the council place init.”
Richer Sounds:
This is another story from a pal of mine. Here it is:
“I managed to scrounge myself to save a bit of money to buy my girl friend a prezzie for her b’day. She liked to get a minidisk recorder. I got one myself and she wanted a similar one. My one I got it off a friend who had an unwanted present. So came cheap. By and by it passed her b’day and I had enough money by x’mas. So after a heavy consultation through the internet and me mates I decided to try Richer Sounds in Bristol. Phoned the man in Richer Sounds.Wow there is a minidisk recorder for £150, I was told. Sort of fitted my pocket. “
“Went to the shop and my man says “Sorry sir, out of stock.” I said could you order one for me and I asked my man “Is it a recorder?” He said “Ai I got one meself, it is a bargain for that price.” So I gave me name and went away to come back in a week. I phoned after a week and told the guy at the other end who I was and I ordered a minidisk recorder and he said he got it. Next day I scurried to Richer Sounds and told the sales person the name and that there is a minidisk recorder ordered for me. He came back with it and said £149. And I paid and he packed it into a bag, I went home. I gave the prezzie to me girl friend and she gave me a kiss and wow man it was good feeling. She went away for the Christmas.”
“I got a call from her very angry telling me off for buying her a sodding mini disk player. What? No the man said it is a recorder and I got another earful for arguing about it. Anyway she got back in mid January and I took it back in first week of February, and explained to the man as I explained to you guys earlier. After looking at the blessed thing the sales person goes “I got to ask the manager.” He went off and after a few minutes he comes back and says “Sorry sir you have to return it within 14 days.” That is it. I got a mini disk player which will not play the disks I recorded on the other minidisk player. And I got a cross eyed girl friend who will not trust me, on even buying her loaf of bread. So I hereby put Richer Sounds of Bristol on the Watch List.”
There's an old story told in the Tennessee hill country about a woodsman who found a mirror that someone, possibly a tourist, had lost. He took a good look in it, saying,
"I'll be dadblamed if it ain't my old Paw. I never knew he'd had his pickshur took."
He took the mirror home and hid it in the attic.
But his wife had grown suspicious of all that rumbling up there. When the old boy left the house, she went to the attic, hunted around, and found the mirror. She looked into it, then remarked,
"So, that's the old biddy he's been chasin'!"
Any queries please address to alwaysshariff@Nospam'yahoo.co.uk
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