If Sharks Were People

“If sharks were people,” his landlady’s little daughter asked Mr. K, “would they be nicer to the little fish?” “Of course,” he said, “if sharks were people, they would have strong boxes built in the sea for little fish. There they would put in all sorts of food plants and little animals, too. They would see to it that the boxes always had fresh water, and they would take absolutely every sort of sanitary measure. When, for example, a little fish would injure his fin, it would be immediately bandaged so that he would not die on the sharks before his time had come. In order that the little fish would never be sad, there would be big water parties from time to time; for happy fish taste better than sad ones. Of course, there would be schools in the big boxes as well. There the little fish would learn how to swim into the mouths of the sharks. They would need, for example, geography so that they could find the sharks, lazing around somewhere. The main subject would naturally be the moral education of the little fish. They would be taught that the grandest, most beautiful thing is for a little fish to offer himself happily, and that they must all believe in the sharks, above all when they say that they will provide for a beautiful future. One would let the little fish know that this future is only assured when they learn obedience….

If sharks were people, there would of course be arts as well. There would he beautiful pictures of sharks’ teeth, all in magnificent colours, of their mouths and throats as pure playgrounds where one can tumble and play. The theatres on the bottom of the sea would offer plays showing heroic little fish swimming enthusiastically down the throats of the sharks…. There would certainly be religion. It would teach that true life begins in the sharks’ bellies… In short, there could only be culture in the sea if sharks were people.”

Excerpt from Bertolt Brecht’s “STORIES OF MR. KEUNER”

This and a few other sample excerpts are now online at http://www.bopsecrets.org/CF/brecht-keuner.htm

(Schooling is all about brainwashing children into submission.)

What did Piaget say to Skinner?

New blood joins this earth
And quikly hes subdued
Through constant pain disgrace
The young boy learns their rules

With time the child draws in
This whipping boy done wrong
Deprived of all his thoughts
The young man struggles on and on hes known
A vow unto his own
That never from this day
His will theyll take away

What Ive felt
What Ive known
Never shined through in what Ive shown
Never be
Never see
Wont see what might have been

What Ive felt
What Ive known
Never shined through in what Ive shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven

They dedicate their lives
To running all of his
He tries to please them all
This bitter man he is
Throughout his life the same
Hes battled constantly
This fight he cannot win
A tired man they see no longer cares
The old man then prepares
To die regretfully
That old man here is me

What Ive felt
What Ive known
Never shined through in what Ive shown
Never be
Never see
Wont see what might have been

What Ive felt
What Ive known
Never shined through in what Ive shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven

You labeled me
Ill label you
So I dub the unforgiven

PS1: The above lyrics are from Metallica’s The Unforgiven.

PS2: Piaget is the most famous child-centric theorist of child development.

PS3: Skinner was the father of behaviorist approach in child development.

Pyaar mein kabhi kabhi…

Some say love spat at times makes relationship interesting – you know keep the heat on! As in hindi movies – Kathi meethi zindagi mein yeh to chalta hi rehta hai. My darling bro avoids hearing anything I have to say about my love life – be it a happy description or a crib and a complain or anything. He is like – tum dono please mujhe beech mein mat ghaseeto. I can  understand his torment when he has to listen to both the people crib n being effected by the fights. Honestly, I never enjoyed love spats/fights/serious fights ever in life. They are too much emotionally demanding. For instance the most recent one.

A lot of things were changing in our lives too quickly and a lot was happening – we are in the same city for the first time ever in relationship – meeting parents/siblings – new jobs – new places – changes in career – blah blah blah – ofcourse i started thinking in these lines as soon as the seed of clashes started shooting up (ever so quickly in the raining season!). Its expected because I am a girl and as Rahul Bose clearly states in Pyaar Ke Side Effects – “confused complicated moody etc etc”. So I worried myself sick for a week wondering why all this is happening in our relationship, what should I do, why am I this n that, my future would also be blank… and so on. Finally I watched a couple of movies over weekend and saw other people’s miseries ‘coz of some serious issues (Naxalites – Hazaar Chaurasi ki Maa – awesome movie – best movie after Khamosh Pani). That put some sense into me. I finally wrote a mail to the enemy with some questions(in red) and these are his answers (in blue):

– why you behaved like that today

Umm, I guess the first answer to this question is: because I was actually starting conversation everytime with the same kind of question, which was answered with the same answer everytime. My mota brain could not even understand that a question once answered need not be asked back again and again! Atleast not everytime!

– why are you perpetually irritated by me

:-( .  Actually what happens is like this:


Step 1: I feel that, bahut hua ab ekdum dhang se baat karunga.

Step 2: I pick up the phone and dial your number.

Step 3: You pick up the phone and then:


Anu: hello.

Me: hii!!.

Anu: hi!

Me: kya chal raha hai?.

Anu: Kuch nahi.

Me: (spinning head, gol gol gol) hmm…

Me: kya plan phir aaj ka?

Anu: Plan matlab?

Me: Matlab…umm (I realizing that it was rather a stupid question!!! but still trying to defend)…matlab kya karne waali hai aaj?

Anu: Kuch nahi.

Me: (Shot back twice with “kuch nahi”. Now thinking what to do…) hmm…(now hoping anu will say something)

Anu: ”         “

Me: hmm…chal theek hai rakhta hu phone.

Anu: theek hai.

Me: ok then, b’bye.

Anu: bye.

Me: d/c the phone.


Me: (walking back to the room)….(suddenly whispering to myself) what an asshole I’m! I thought that I was going to talk sense this time!!


And this keep on happening again and again, and you think that I’m irritated with you! Bah, Humbug (Class 9, English Course A, Last chapter)

– what is it that you want me to say or respond like so that situations like these could be avoided: such situations are not pleasant for me.

I hate this kind of situation myself. And then after doing all this crap I just feel like meeting you asap and fall on your legs, hold them and yell….plzzzzzzzzz mujhe maaf kar do, plzzzz! Mai vaada karta hu ki mai aaj ke baad kabhi bhi aisa chu***aapa nahi karunga!


Bottomline: Plz Maaf Kar Do. Jo saja doge manjoor hai, but plz plz plz mere ko ek baar pyaar se kehdo…khandu tu ek number ka chu**ya hai, jaa maine tere ko maaf kiya!!


Yeh sab padh ker mujhe laga ek ghisipiti hindi movie ki script hai jismein ladki rich n famous dad ki spoiled n good for nothing beti hai – aur ladka bechaara kismat ka maara. Fir mujhe realise hua ki how guys are pigs. They can somehow make you feel guilty by saying sorry themselves!