Gone
My cousin, the funky Saddo Raani has left. She left last night and we saw her off at the airport. Mad rush there.
Yesterday, her last full day here, she taught me how to drive inside the neighborhood itself. Just the basics like stopping at stop signs, reversing, the three-point turn etc. It was fun until a cop car showed up - that's when I freaked out, but managed to drive forward confidently, take a right turn and stop so we could switch positions and she could drive us back home. 'Cause if I had gotten caught even attempting to drive without a license, I would have been in trouble with the coppers. I didn't hit anything and according to her, I drove pretty well for the first time, though she was afraid I'd crash into one of the palm trees on the side of the road. For now, it's back to my good old bicycle.
A bit of the liveliness of the house has gone with her.
In other news, I read this piece of horror in the paper today: Accused serial killer admits to having sex with dead children's bodies. I've been following this story [not closely, though] for a few days now. It all started when human body parts were found floating in a sewer in Noida, Delhi in India. They were revealed to be those of 17 children who had been reported as missing. At first, it was suspected that the murderer had killed the children to remove their organs and sell them. Then they speculated that the killer could have been a cannibal. And now this. This necrophilic, pedophilic savage admits to having killed the children, raping their corpses and then eating their organs. What is it that is so sexy about dead bodies - that too, of children? Must you eat your own kind?
I was horrified when I read this in Gulf News. I can't even imagine what the parents of these poor children must be going through right now, after finding out what had been done to their children.
"Aval le'an ne'elmu ha-y'ladim she-sichakti itam?"
"But where did the children I played with disappear?"
-- David Broza in his song Bikkur Moledet [Visit to the homeland].
Yesterday, her last full day here, she taught me how to drive inside the neighborhood itself. Just the basics like stopping at stop signs, reversing, the three-point turn etc. It was fun until a cop car showed up - that's when I freaked out, but managed to drive forward confidently, take a right turn and stop so we could switch positions and she could drive us back home. 'Cause if I had gotten caught even attempting to drive without a license, I would have been in trouble with the coppers. I didn't hit anything and according to her, I drove pretty well for the first time, though she was afraid I'd crash into one of the palm trees on the side of the road. For now, it's back to my good old bicycle.
A bit of the liveliness of the house has gone with her.
In other news, I read this piece of horror in the paper today: Accused serial killer admits to having sex with dead children's bodies. I've been following this story [not closely, though] for a few days now. It all started when human body parts were found floating in a sewer in Noida, Delhi in India. They were revealed to be those of 17 children who had been reported as missing. At first, it was suspected that the murderer had killed the children to remove their organs and sell them. Then they speculated that the killer could have been a cannibal. And now this. This necrophilic, pedophilic savage admits to having killed the children, raping their corpses and then eating their organs. What is it that is so sexy about dead bodies - that too, of children? Must you eat your own kind?
I was horrified when I read this in Gulf News. I can't even imagine what the parents of these poor children must be going through right now, after finding out what had been done to their children.
"Aval le'an ne'elmu ha-y'ladim she-sichakti itam?"
"But where did the children I played with disappear?"
-- David Broza in his song Bikkur Moledet [Visit to the homeland].