Ceylon

and its Tamils are part of the state and culture of the now existing Srilanka. How many ever Rajapakse's come this fact cannot be erased.

A few questions:
Is this post supporting LTTE?
No. I am a staunch, devout believer of Gandhi. He is my cult figure. I am up in arms against any forms of violence. However valid and correct reasons you have.

Is this post against Srilanka?
No. I hate the Government. Not the people.

Does this post support seperate Eelam (State) for the Tamils?
I leave it to you.
I am not going to write anything about the ongoing war at Srilanka. The war crimes are so bad that am not even ready to copy paste from where I had read.

Every one of us know that the Tamils living in Srilanka now, whose ancestors are Indians.
So why did they go there? They went to make a living out of the Tea Estates and rubber estates at Ceylon then. If they had gone there, only to work, is it right on their part to demand a separate country?No. They would not have demanded, had they not been suppressed and suppressed and suppressed all their lives. Had they not been denied equality in their own country for whose economy they work. Had they not been denied higher positions to the deserving Tamil (for the Sinhalese considered and still believe that Tamils are Slave).

Why did they leave their home land and go to Ceylon in the first place?
That is where we will have to revisit History. The Britishers, who were good at divide and rule did their best in Ceylon too.

When they saw the Nature's blessing in abundance their quest to acquire new territory for Her Highness rose to great heights.

They applied their Divide and Rule formula... it didn't have an immediate effect which they wanted.

If the whole of Ceylon was practicing Buddhism, who & how did they Divide there?
Rich and Poor. Business Class and Working Class. It was true that they did not have any positive and immediate results but in the due course they made inroads.

They found the Indians, the Tamils in the coastal very promising to be taken there as labourers or bonded labourers.

Poor Tamils of Kanyakumari, Nagercoil, Thirunelveli were lured with a job and good pay packets along with food and shelter.

OUR ANCESTORS FELL PREY TO IT... So the Tamils at last migrated to Srilanka as labourers.

Let me continue this post.. till then, I only seek you guys to think about the cause... their loss... their pain...

A Complete Change over

is gonna happen in this place. I just wanna know if you guys would like it. Let me spell it put. This will always be Honey Bee's Blog. But will not be confined to the Funny, Funnier, Funniest things in the life of this Bee.

As the tag line suggests, this will be a Space where I would discuss about anything and everything. My Take on things I deem right, left, front and back.

The space will carry its fun and satire. Hope you stay put with my make over. If you can't then it either means you have been addicted to Funny Reads or you don't care anyways. let me opt for the first one.

Please do bear with me.

This post is a

Reproduction of this by Mad Momma

We, the bloggers…

… are not going to be silenced.

After a long time I blog with a very heavy heart. We’ve spoken about mainstream media robbing images and ideas and plagiarising from blogs. But this takes the cake. Mainstream media targets a single blogger for his opinion of their reporting. This considering not just the blogosphere but many senior print journalists, including Vir Sanghvi, condemned the coverage. But they don’t have the courage to take on a name like Vir Sanghvi. No sirree… Lets pick on the small guy instead.

And so they took umbrage at Mr C Kunte’s post and made him withdraw and apologise. It’s in the cache right now - I suggest we all talk about it. Copy it, keep it somewhere safe, where they can’t get to it and pull it out once in a while when we want to mourn the death of freedom of expression.

Chyetanya, you’re not alone. We’re with you. All the way.
As are:

Lekhni

Sandeep

Goofy Mumma

Prasoon

sscribbles

Kenni

Abhishek

Shripriya

Comic Project

Rohit

Falstaff

Jaiganesh

And there are many more links. Please trail back to MM's space to read more on this.

I strongly urge, request and beseech you to read each blogger because they’ve all made such varied and relevant points.

You could also fill up this simple form Aditya has created, telling it as it is.

Meanwhile Suraj here, said what I wanted to - that it was a sad Republic Day this year. On the one hand you had the violent moral police taking away your right to a beer at the pub. And on the other hand you had a big bully taking away your right to an opinion and freedom of speech.

What to say

The day has started well and the weather now is just apt for a long drive....

Am all set to kick my boss A** and leave but can't!!! :(

Don ask me if he reads this space, for I know he reads it just to chk. if i have any words of appreciation for him....

For the day, I have something to share with you which I read in Chinmayi's blog

En mael kallai eriyaadhe, veedu katti viduven;
Enaku thee vaikkadhe, en veettirkku dheepam aetri viduven;
Ennai thurathaadhe en ilakkai seekkiram adaindhu viduven;
Enakku visham kodukkadhe naan Neelakanthan aagividuven"

If you don't understand Tamil it roughly translates to

Do not pelt me with stones, for I will use them to build a house
Do not set me afire, for I will light up my home
Do not chase me, for I will reach my goal faster
Do not hand me poison, for I will become NeelakanTha.

hmmmmmmmmmm that's it for the day.... gotta go... BOSS is waiting for the Devil... cant afford to make him wait anymore....

Pissed and Pissed Off

Have you ever felt pissed off? I do not mean to say have you ever had the urge to Pee, but I mean... do u feel like pissing at a situation? Now count the no. of times you had wanted to Piss off!

I know some of you had wanted to piss in your Boss's face... that's not good. Ok. This one year of hiding had taught me that I should never think something on those lines.... I have learnt to piss whenever I had the urge to Piss in my boss's face. Promise. Period.

Now after all this pissing around, let me come to the post. Long long ago, so long ago and I know how long ago I was locked inside a room. A 10 x 15 room with windows facing the empty plot behind our house. This happened when I was 25 years old. (Don't ask me whether those who did this to me, took a revenge on me. For, till this day I have the same doubt and those whom I doubt swear by god that it was an accident.)

A few of my relatives had landed in our home sweet home for a relative's wedding. I was already angry with them for they carried no gifts for me but only for the bride. Add to it, their daughters were adorned by my mom as if they were Godsend. Aarrgh. The elders left to the Marriage venue which was very close to my house. We the so called younger ones were to leave the home on time.

All I did was went upstairs as per my mom's instruction. She wanted me to check if the lights and fan have been switched off. I went. I checked. and I was far away from the visibility of the doors entrance and was eating some goodies I had smuggled from my mom.

Knowingly or unknowingly, someone ( till date no one is ready to confess even after several scrutiny) came. Closed the door locked and left. I, all the time assumed it was the wind that blew the door. 10 mins from then I tried opening the door. Gosh! It was locked.

I mean the door was locked and all of the other monkeys had left by then. I banged and banged and banged. All in vain.

That is when I understood the meaning of feeling pissed off. Adding more oil to the fume, my bowels got full and I had to Pee. Immediately. What do I do? There's no way anyone is going to come home. For sure my mom and dad would not go in search of me. I can bet my head on this.

As the seconds passed to minutes and minutes to a hour, I was struggling. One more minute, I know my urinary system and all the controls I had on it till then is gonna break. That's when I took the toughest decision in my life. I went to the corner of the room. Peed.

After almost 2 hours, my relatives, my parents and the rest of the monkeys ( inclusive of my kid sister and the other 2 girls) came home. They laughed. Laughed and laughed their hearts, stomach, kidney and liver out.

Oops. Now stop giggling. Nope. Don't... Don't smile. Okay, Be good. Be decent. Else go Piss off!!!

I Am Back

almost after a year...... nope .. i was not hibernating... I thought of not writing anymore... but you guys are in for a bad luck start of this year... I have decided to be active and kill you all for good....

So, what have I been doing all these days... initially I had my job which kept me occupied ( that means you guys were wasting your time around, hopping from one blog to the other and i was working real hard!!!)........ As days went by, I lost interest... I called it Quits...

Watch this column till the time I come back with something real good... In the meantime listen to this one from Beatles... my all time favourite - Here Comes the Sun