Here’s my new ride. Its a Pulsar 150CC, 13.5 BHP, 4-stroke single cylinder engine. I just got it today. This is my gift to myself for new year. It wasn’t planned until today morning, And here I am, with my new steed. I call him Pegasus. Its nothing compared to Asheak’s ride, but it can keep up pretty well. Read the rest of this entry »
An year has passed, the world has forgotten. Everyone is preparing to celebrate the new year. Forgetting how unjust the year has been.
Wishing to take a break,
from this never ending ache,
for the heart’s sake,
how much more can I take.Tires my spirit and mind,
yet there is future and hope,
as life goes on unkind,
the soul itself will cope.It cut across; left a wound,
The hero was gone,
But, an epilogue was found,
The story is not quite done.Never truly lost, only in hiding,
He left us, but the story doesn’t end,
It only finds a new beginning,
A new setting, where he left behind.A book remains even though it ended,
It is still there, willing to be read and reread over & over again,
We’ve but one chapter; masked by lies and blood the world painted,
The true story, uncover it! To remember & cherish, makes me forget the pain.The hero is still there, still there,
Remember his smile and remember his laugh;
Remember his heart and remember his happiness;
Remember him, for the story never really ends.
I still salute the Martyr.
My Views on Saddam (2006 December Entry)
Asheak, one of my best friends from Cochin was with me the whole day in Bangalore. He came to pick up his new bike from his cousin who stays somewhat near my place.
He planned his trip as a surprise for me, but I called him yesterday night when he was waiting for the Bus to Bangalore. I never even expected this day but you know Ash, always unpredictable.
It was an awesome day. We had so much fun. We sped across Bangalore on his new ride and it is such an awesome bike too. I just couldn’t handle the immense power I felt while riding it. It even has a VIP number plate. Number 6!! (thats like, only 9 VIP’s per district). He even got caught by cops for speeding within his 3rd hour in Bangalore. Thats ok, cops here take bribes too =]
I’m just down that Rosh & AJ (rest two bike freaks in our gang) couldn’t join us. Anyhow, the last few hours with him made me feel back at home. I felt like I was with my biker gang again. He just dropped me at my Hostel and left for his cousins’.
He is riding The Karizma, a whole 17BHP 230cc single cylinder engine all the way back to Kerala tomorrow morning. A whole 600 KMs. He is that crazy about bikes! (look who’s talking! I just can’t wait till I get my ride here)
Ride safe Ash.
I received an email from Dad from Bahrain on christmas eve for the first time in a very long time and at first, I thought it was a christmas wish –until I clicked it open. I knew my dad wouldn’t dare wish me for christmas and I was right. My Atheism is what made us not see eye to eye; so if he values god more than family relationships, then be it. Instead, it contained this….
From: Dad
Subject: Fw: Scan Data from FX-262344Dear Mr Ruben,
Today there is a card for you from US. Scan copy attached. The cover is
Red in colour.
Short and to the point (whats there to talk between us anyway). Someone sent a card to my Bahrain address and dad scanned it and mailed it over. Its not like him to do this, but whatever. I downloaded the attached scan data and opened it. To my surprise, it was this… Read the rest of this entry »
This is real and needs immediate action. If you think you can help, please do not hesitate to contact us on my site or at the TJM Contact page.
TJM Author Luci has a problem. Her son received a letter last week, saying he would be deported for lacking moral character. Evidence? After registering for selective service, political campaigners mistakenly explained that he was allowed to vote in a local election because he had registered for selective service.
This young man lacks moral character because a political campaigner told him he could vote, election officials allowed him to vote, and he informed INS officials that he had voted.
Yes, he made a mistake, but it was a mistake that other people had a duty prevent. The campaigner should have known that resident aliens were not authorized to vote, and should not have pressed him into doing so. Election officials should have informed him at the polls that he was not allowed to vote because he was not yet a citizen. Read the rest of this entry »
The name Evelyn, meaning “little bird,” is derived from the French name “Aveline” of the same meaning. Additionally, it can be traced back to the Germanic Ava (possibly meaning “desired”) and the Latin avis (”bird”).
Evelyn is my niece. Angeline’s daughter. She is the sweet little face you see as the wallpaper in the cellphone. I got her a little tweety doll last week and it is so sweet to see her running around the apartment with it saying that she is flying.
Here is a little bird theme for our little tweet tweet. The theme is not available for download, sorry! Its been a very busy day. I’m really tired. Let me know what you think.
Lets go back in time to December of 2002, and we will return to the Part 3 of my original blog entry for December 25, 2006.
The story of a Catholic Teenager turned Atheist - finale
Silence, Reverence, & Peace…
The hallmarks of a Church. I just wish that the new age understood this before they had decided to take their previously unexpressed teenage angst and inflict it upon the Church and Christianity. I lived and still live amongst Christians. I understand Christianity much better than most of the true believers out there. After spending 12 years in bible classes, many years of church every single day (when I lived in Bahrain) & rest of the years, I visited church only on Sundays (after coming back to India). My knowledge about what I am and what I wanted to become was at a turning point. I had my path chosen already. The path of god. No, I wasn’t going to be a priest. I wanted to be out there helping people. The poor, those who are hungry, those who lack spirit. To give them strength, hopes for a better tomorrow. But my faith was to be put to an ultimate test. Read the rest of this entry »
It is that time of the year when Atheists around the world prepare to not welcome the cold, commercialized, false cheeriness, horrible hugs, wishes and fake smiles that mask the underlying social-political back stabbing–also known as Christmas. Read the rest of this entry »
This is just one of my many “OUT-ing” in my college;
So, its November 2007 & my first semester in college. I had eyes on me for over a week after this incident. What is he playing at? Is he out of his mind? How can he talk to teachers like that? Ruben Babu, the atheist–someone who doesn’t believe in God. An anticleric. A disrespecter of religion. A mocker of Christianity, became popular by a matter of minutes.
An Atheist, being stared at like something vile. Someone like, oh, Diderot (”Man will never be free until the last king is strangled with the entrails of the last priest“). Or Voltaire (”The truths of religion are never so well understood as by those who have lost the power of reasoning“). Or Bertrand Russell (”The Christian religion, as organized in its churches, has been and still is the principal enemy of moral progress in the world“)….
Unfortunately, I’m no Bertrand Russell…. For one thing, Russell was an energetic anti-religious propagandist, while I have a low opinion of God and my fans are confined to my blog entries. With that day, I achieved what I wanted. The after effects of the day are still something I’d have to wait for.
As I walk into a room full of people, I want everyone to know that my mind is not in sync with their belief system. Once you come OUT, you’ll feel liberated, and your example will encourage others to COME OUT too. I’m not like your average blogger, who blogs his fantasies and lives a totally different life. I write what I did and what I will do. I put my words into motion in real life because the last few years taught me that Action is indeed louder that words.
This is what happened; Read the rest of this entry »
As you all know, my relationship with my parents isn’t such a good one. After years of living with Mom, I realized that blood isn’t the only thing that makes you family. At my houses, both in Cochin and Bahrain, I never really felt at home
“A Family is a Place, To cry, To laugh, To vent frustration, To ask for help, And tease, And yell, To be kissed and hugged and smiled at. It’s not blood that brings our ties but friendship of the third degree.” - This phrase makes me jealous each time I read it.
Broken apart by age, drifted away from each other in time, my family has not only separated each other by miles, but in hearts too. I don’t expect any of us to come together again, like we used to love. The only two people I love on this planet, and call a family is my sister & her little girl. It will always be like that, forever! because I will only let a person hurt me once.
I’m not here to ramble about my dysfunctional family, but I just wanted to share something small… Read the rest of this entry »
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