Sunday, March 29, 2009

Children and Good Touch, Bad Touch

Read one good post in Tamil on children and molestors...

"குட் டச், பேட் டச்"

Here is my comment...

Nice post... Very much needed for kids from 8 up to Age 15. Above that, talk should do, particularly girls... we are very careful with my kids.. how their teachers at shcool (male) behave etc.

Also the regular visitor relatives to your home (males) should be made to stay away from kids, after few minutes.

A relative who is a doctor told me.. if the kids can keep their privates clean (and well taught), they wouldn't touch it on irritation. That is the starting point on exploration.

Teaching is important. Good Touch.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Hotel Kerala

Recently landed on this page, using the twitter page of my friend Vijay.

Right click and download for the mp3.

And such fabulous lyrics. Some brilliant lines…

On the road to Trivandrum / Coconut oil in my hair
Warm smell of avial
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a bright pink tube-light
My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin
I had to stop for a bite
There he stood in the doorway
Flicked his mundu in style
And I was thinking to myself

I don’t like the look of his sinister smile
Then he lit up a petromax
Muttering “No power today”
More Mallus down the corridor
I thought I heard them say


His finger’s stuck up his nostril
He’s got a big, thick mustache
He makes an ugly, ugly noise
But that’s just his laugh
Buxom girls clad in pavada

Eating banana chips
Some roll their eyes, and
Some roll their hips
I said to the manager
My room’s full of mice
He said,
Don’t worry, saar,I sending you
meen karri, brandy and ice
And still those voices were crying from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them pray

The blind man was pouring
Stale sambar on rice
And he said
We are all just actors here
In Silk Smitha-disguise

Last thing I remember
I was writhing on the floor
That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,
I am sure
Relax, said the watchman

This enema will make you well
And his friends laughed as they held me down
God’s Own Country? Oh, Hell!