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tranquil in horizon. – Muncha Bazaar

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: October 4, 2010

Why We Ride: The joy of Motorcycling

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: June 10, 2010

What attracts people to motorcycling? When faced with the numerous personalities of both riders and motorcycles, there may not be a single answer. Despite the differences between touring rider and hill climber, chrome-encrusted cruiser and nimble Grand Prix race bike, there are some universal attributes that get under the skin of the motorcycli

Old is gold

st and feed the desire to ride.
Freedom is often cited as an attraction, but what does that mean? Compared to driving a car, riding a motorcycle offers freedom from the constraints of four-wheeled physics. When a car negotiates a turn, it leans to the outside of a corner, struggling to maintain its former direction of travel. A motorcycle leans into a corner.
This may not sound like much, but until you’ve experienced both you can’t understand the superior grace and simplicity of this mode of travel. Cornering becomes a symphony of precise movements instead of an awkward wallow, working in harmony with the road instead of fighting it tooth and nail.
The Sense(s) of Freedom
Once freed of your steel cage you are thrust into the world to experience a broader existence unfettered by HEPA filters and climate control. Your nose will get a vivid introduction to skunk roadkill and diesel exhaust, but will also revel in bread baking and plants blooming. Your body will feel the thousand tiny impacts of raindrops and absorb the buffeting of the wind. Your skin will feel the gently warming temperature as you crest a hill and drop to the valley floor below. You are no longer huddled behind a wheel disconnected from nature. It’s Lawrence of Arabia in Cinerama versus a daguerreotype of a camel.
Wrap all this freedom in a lovely ribbon of performance, and you get what experts call fun. Not the fake hood scoop, chrome wheels and racing stripe school of performance. Picture instead a carrier launch and you’ll be in the right neighborhood, and you don’t even have to pledge seven years of service. Best of all, this astounding performance is dirt cheap. For less than half the cost of most commuter pods you can buy a stock motorcycle capable of 9-second quarter miles.
Don’t bother figuring the cost for a production car with matching performance, because you won’t find one. AMG teamed with Mercedes to make the CLK-GTR capable of a 9.4 second quarter mile, and it’s a steal at a measly $1,000,000. Performance cars do have the edge in aerodynamics and top speed, but to use them you’ll need lottery winnings and the Autobahn.

Smoking Boy

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: June 4, 2010

JAKARTA

Two years old boy ardi rizal smokes cigarette in the yard of his family home in a village on sumatra island, may 2010.

, JUN 04 – A two-year-old Indonesian boy who smokes about 40 cigarettes a day will have specialist treatment next week to wean him off his habit, officials said Friday.

Little Ardi Rizal became an Internet sensation and unwitting poster-boy for Indonesia’s failure to regulate smoking after a video of him greedily puffing on a cigarette appeared online last month.

“The boy was able to stop smoking for about two hours after we distracted his attention with toys,” the chairman of the National Commission for Child Protection, Seto Mulyadi, told AFP.

He said a multi-disciplinary team including a paediatrician and a psychiatrist would be brought in to treat Ardi next week.

“I’m pretty sure that with serious treatment, the boy will be able to gradually quit this bad habit,” he said.

The toddler from Sumatra island reportedly became a nicotine addict after his father gave him his first cigarette at just 18 months old.

His parents say he throws tantrums and beats his head against a wall if denied cigarettes, but his father nonetheless insists he is “healthy”.

The case has highlighted the tobacco industry’s aggressive marketing to women and children in developing countries like Indonesia, where regulations are weak and many people do not know that smoking is dangerous.

Another Indonesian child smoker, four-year-old Sandi Adi Susanto from Java island, caused a similar international stir when a video of him smoking and swearing went viral on the Internet earlier this year.

Mulyadi said child welfare officials had succeeded in helping Sandi to cut back but he still smoked regularly.

Cigarette consumption in the Southeast Asian archipelago of some 240 million people soared 47 percent in the 1990s, according to the World Health Organisation (WHO).

Almost 70 percent of men over 20 years of age smoke and regular smoking among women almost tripled to 4.5 percent between 1995 and 2004, it said. Some 3.2 percent of three- to 15-year-olds are regular smokers, according to Indonesian figures.

The WHO says about 400,000 Indonesians die every year from smoking-related illnesses.

Murder most fowl

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: June 1, 2010

People in overcrowded jails or orphanages become aggressive towards each other. The lack of privacy, boredom, tension, fear of the future, bad food, constant pain and alien surroundings combine to produce violence. The same thing happens in poultries, piggeries and dairies where animals are pushed into tiny spaces till they die.

Chickens love gathering food, dust-bathing and exploring. When you crowd them into spaces in which they cannot move or lift their wings, they peck each other. A sensible way to deal with this would be to give the birds more room and natural surroundings. But the poultry industry would rather cut off their beaks. Debeaking is very painful, for the beak is composed of a dense mixture of blood vessels, connective tissues and nerves. It is like pulling out your nails with a pair of pliers. The Brambell government committee of veterinarians, established in 1960 that debeaking was extremely painful causing a hen’s heart rate “to increase 100 beats per minute,” and taking her heart “from six to 10 minutes” to calm down from the time of infliction. Researchers have recorded pain flashes from the beak stumps of debeaked birds for up to 90 days following mutilation.

Experiments to discover how much it hurts have been repeated using lakhs of birds and different ways of cutting, from partial to complete removal of the beak, using sheep shears, scissors, razor blades, lasers, hot blade debeaking machines, electronic trimmers, devices which burn a small hole through the upper beak so that it falls off after a few days to those that exposes the top beak of a bird to high-frequency radiation making the top beak fall off after two weeks. The conclusion after recording the effect on the birds’ behavior patterns, fearfulness, mortality, food intake, and body weight is that the birds have chronic extreme pain throughout their lives and cannot eat, drink or clean their feathers normally.

But every poultry does it. Is that all?

Intensively raised chickens suffer agonisingly from heat in the crowded buildings that they are imprisoned in. Rather than improve their living conditions, poultry researchers are trying to engineer birds who can stand prolonged intense heat. Heat tests on chickens range from the frightening to the absurd. Scientists at Alexandria University in Egypt put DNA from the heat-resistant bacteria Streptococcus agalactia into chicken eggs and then reared the chicks in a temperature of 25 degrees Celsius. No go as the birds showed tissue damage in their testes, liver, gizzard, heart, and spleen.

In May 2002, Hebrew University announced the creation of a featherless chicken, eliminating the need for cooling systems in poultry dens. Hebrew University says the research is “helping evolution”, as millions of years ago, human beings had fur. This is only one form of genetic engineering in chickens. There are hundreds of exercises being done by “scientists” to make the birds fit the poultry meat production demand, i.e., more meat/eggs produced cheaply by making chickens who eat less. As one poultry science meeting proclaimed in 1992, “We are no longer selling chickens, we are selling pieces. A knowledge of how broilers become pieces is increasingly important.”

Work is on all over the world to isolate genes of chickens that influence production traits such as feed efficiency, disease resistance and growth. The efforts to identify economically important genes in poultry are coordinated by the International Poultry Genome Workshop. The labs don’t even call them chickens any more. They are “oviduct bioreactors” and “meat” birds with economically favorable “agronomic traits”. The aim of the bioengineering programmes: “The whole idea of meat production is to get the time from chick to market weight down from 42 days to as brief a time as technically feasible. The days needed to raise a 35-pound broiler today is 38 percent less than it took in 1966, and today’s hens require about 33 percent fewer days to reach a 16-pound market weight. The yearly average body weight of 18-week-old males continued to rise from 1966 to 2001. Projecting this trend to the year 2010, they should easily achieve a live weight of over 35 pounds by 18 weeks of age.” — Growing Bigger, Faster, PoultryUSA, February 2002.

How is this being achieved? The global pharmaceutical company Merck, which under the name of Merial owns the largest shares of poultry breeding stock in the world, put cow growth hormones into chickens. In the early 1990s, Merck filed for a European patent on a “Macro Chicken” for a “transgenic fowl expressing bovine growth hormone”.

A fat-reducing gene is being isolated to insert into broiler chickens because their fast rapid growth has increased the number of fat cells in these birds. Genetic engineers want to make chickens grow larger, leaner and faster, and to change the shape and composition of their bodies to fit the “value-added,” deboned chicken parts market overtaking the traditional sale of whole birds.

Genetically manipulating a bird who would normally weigh a little more than a pound at six weeks old into a bird weighing four and a half or five pounds at this age (growing at a rate of three and a half times faster than normal) has created major disorders — 2 percent or more of these birds die of heart failure in their infancy; 30 percent of all broiler chickens are painfully lame. When given a choice between food with painkillers and regular food, all birds quickly identify the food with the painkillers and eat only that.

As a solution to problems associated with crowding in the poultry industry. Purdue University has suggested that chickens be blinded genetically as blind chickens, “don’t mind being crowded together so much as normal chickens do.”

Research is going on to get rid of their heads. Poultry industry predictions in The Baltimore Sun on the future of chicken and egg production will include birds “beheaded and hooked up en masse to industrial-scale versions of the heart-lung machines.” Since these birds won’t move, cages will be obsolete. Nutrients, hormones and metabolic stimulants will be fed “in superabundance into mechanically oxygenated blood to crank up egg production.” Since no digestive tract will be needed, “it can go when the head goes, along with the heart and lungs and the feathers, too. The naked headless, gutless chicken will crank out eggs till its ovaries burn out. When a sensor senses that no egg has dropped within the last four or six hours, the carcass will be released onto a conveyer, chopped, sliced, steamed and made into soup, burgers and dog food”.

Chicken and egg eaters: Are you proud of what is being done to satisfy your appetite?1

by Maneka Gandhi

Mirror Mirror

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: May 27, 2010

Introduction

It will affect you too sooner or later.

Mirror Mirror

Mirror, mirror on the bathroom wall,
My image therein is much too small.

Once I was handsome with wavy curls,
I was even the envy of some of the girls.

Now it seems a midget has taken my place,
You have given me a different ugly face.

Not much left of my curly head of hair,
I am sure that you decidedly do not care.

You know it is not fair at all,
That makes a man like me look fat and small.

I think that I shall sell the mirror on the wall,
The face therein is not like me at all.

A Poem For Over 30

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: May 27, 2010


A computer was something on TV
From a science fiction show of note
A window was something you hated to clean
And ram was the cousin of a goat.

Meg was the name of my girlfriend
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they all mean different things
And that really mega bites.

An application was for employment
A program was a TV show
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was a piano.

Memory was something that you lost with age
A CD was a bank account
And if you had a 3 inch floppy
You hoped nobody found out.

Compress was something you did to the garbage
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public
You’d be in jail for awhile.

Log on was adding wood to the fire
Hard drive was a long trip on the road
A mouse pad was where a mouse lived
And a back up happened to your commode.

Cut you did with a pocket knife.
Paste you did with glue
A web was a spider’s home
And a virus was the flu.

I guess I’ll stick to my pad and paper
And the memory in my head
I hear nobody’s been killed in a computer crash
But when it happens, they’ll wish they were dead.

The Function

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: May 27, 2010


I woke up this morning with a pain in my head
I looked in the mirror
I wasn’t yet dead
My scary reflection said I was unwell
Was I drunk or sick
I really couldn’t tell
Last night’s function wasn’t all that grand
But I woke up with a sharp pain
In my right hand
I didn’t really drink that much although I did fall down
But I wasn’t drunk honestly
Just acting the clown
I seem to remember a goldfish in a bowl
And I think I drank the water
And swallowed goldie whole
It’s not all that disgusting a bit like Sushi in a drink
And I’m telling you for nothing
I don’t care what people think
The lipstick on my collar could suggest a little romp
But my blue and black left eye
Suggests I may have copped a thump
Oh yes now I remember that gorgeous young brunette
And her boyfriend the boxer
And his shiny red Corvette
I think I sung a song or two for all the special guests
But from what I can remember
Not a single soul impressed
Then again the Sex Pistols are not for everyone
By the time I’d finished singing
The old Minister had gone
Now I know I should remember what this party was about
And I’m feeling rather guilty
Of this there is no doubt
It is known to all and sundry that I like to do my thing
Oh god now I remember
Yesterday was ……My Wedding.

Final Thoughts of a Deluded Man

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: May 25, 2010

Michelle Pfeiffer,


Ring, ring….

The phone, the phone is ringing,
It wakes me from my slumber,
Is it Michelle Pfeiffer,
Or just a wrong number….?

Tap, tap……..

Tapping at my window pane,
Is it Michelle Pfeiffer,
Or is it rain…..?

Ow ! Ow!…

Oh, I’ve got a cramp all down my arm,
A weight is pressing on my chest,
Is it Michelle Pfeiffer atop me,
Or a cardiac arr…

Battle Of The Bulge

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: May 25, 2010

Do i look like tom cruise


“I’ll start a new one Monday”, we’ve heard it all before,
but if I don’t really start one soon I won’t make it through the door.

I start with good intentions of that I can’t deny,
I’m getting fatter by the hour, I’ll really have to try.

So no more chips or chocolate, no more ‘pigging out’
I’ll be be very careful what I eat of that there’ll be no doubt.

I’ll watch my waist get tiny, I’ll watch my figure thin,
Oh what a joy it’s going to be to at last be nice and slim.

I can see me walking down the street in dress size number ten,
I just have to resist and resist I will when I get a hungry yen.

With exercise in every form and regular daily jogs,
you’ll see me lazing by the pool in my top designer togs.

So come join me all you tubbies, come join with me at last,
I’ll need all the help that I can get to get me through this fast.

If you see me eating lollies or sneaking greasy fries,
then smack my hand and click your tongue, remind me of my size.

I’m sure that I can make it, I just need a little space
before Monday comes around again, till then I’ll “stuff my face”

By – Barbara Warnock

jimi hendrix

Posted by: The Underdog's space on: March 26, 2010

About me

I am no one special. Just a common man with common thoughts. I have led a common life. There are no monument dedicated to me... and my name will soon be forgotten. but with one respect, I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. i love other with all my heart and soul. And for me... that's always been enough.....

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