Sunday, October 27, 2013
The crap that Airport Ticket and Checkin Agents have to deal with.
1. I had a New Brunswick member of parliament ask for an aisle seat so that her hair wouldn't get messed up by being near the window. (On an airplane!)
2. I got a call from a Manitoba legislature staffer, who wanted to go to Cape Town. I started to explain the length of the flight and the passport information, and then he interrupted me with, ''I'm not trying to make you look stupid, but Cape Town is in Massachusetts.''
Without trying to make him look stupid, I calmly explained, ''Cape Cod is in Massachusetts, Cape Town is in South Africa.'' His response -- click...
3. A senior B.C. deputy-minister called, furious about a Florida package we did. I asked what was wrong with the vacation in Orlando. He said he was expecting an ocean-view room. I tried to explain that's not possible, since Orlando is in the middle of the state.
He replied, 'Don't lie to me!, I looked on the map, and Florida is a very THIN state!!'' (OMG)
4. I got a call from a federal minister's wife who asked, ''Is it possible to see Russia from Canada?''
I said, ''No.''
She said, ''But they look so close on the map'' (OMG, again!)
5. An aide for a cabinet member once called and asked if he could rent a car in Dallas. I pulled up the reservation and noticed he had only a 1-hour layover in Dallas. When I asked him why he wanted to rent a car, he said, ''I heard Dallas was a big airport, and we will need a car to drive between gates to save time.'' (Aghhhh)
6. A Calgary council member called last week. She needed to know how it was possible that her flight from Calgary left at 8:30 a.m and got to Vancouver at 8:33 a.m.
I explained that Alberta was an hour ahead of B.C. but she couldn't understand the concept of time zones. Finally, I told her the plane went fast, and she bought that.
7. A Québec MP called and asked, ''Do airlines put your physical description on your bag so they know whose luggage belongs to whom?'' I said, 'No, why do you ask?'
He replied, ''Well, when I checked in with the airline, they put a tag on my luggage that said FAT, and I'm overweight. I think that's very rude!''
After putting him on hold for a minute, while I looked into it. (I was dying laughing). I came back and explained the city code for Fresno, Ca. is FAT (Fresno Air Terminal), and the airline was just putting a destination tag on his luggage.
8. A Senator from Saskatchewan called to inquire about a trip package to Hawaii. After going over all the cost info, she asked, ''Would it be cheaper to fly to California and then take the train to Hawaii?''
9. I just got off the phone with a rookie MP from Ontario who asked, ''How do I know which plane to get on?''
I asked him what exactly he meant, to which he replied, ''I was told my flight number is 823, but none of these planes have numbers on them.''
10 A senator called and said, ''I need to fly to Pepsi-Cola, Florida. Do I have to get on one of those little computer planes?''
I asked if she meant fly to Pensacola and fly on a commuter plane.
She said, ''Yeah, whatever, smarty!''
11 A senior federal government official called and had a question about the documents she needed in order to fly to China. After a lengthy discussion about passports, I reminded her that she needed a visa. "Oh, no I don't. I've been to China many times and never had to have one of those.''
I double checked and sure enough, her stay required a visa. When I told her this she said, ''Look, I've been to China four times and every time they have accepted my American Express!''
12 A Newfoundland & Labrador minister called to make reservations, ''I want to go from St John's to Rhino, New York.''
I was at a loss for words. Finally, I said, ''Are you sure that's the name of the town?''
'Yes, what flights do you have?'' replied the man.
After some searching, I came back with, ''I'm sorry, sir, I've looked up every airport code in the country and can't find a Rhino anywhere."
The man retorted, ''Oh, don't be silly! Everyone knows where it is. Check your map!''
So I scoured a map of the state of New York and finally offered, ''You don't mean Buffalo, do you?''
The reply? ''Whatever! I knew it was a big animal.''
Now you know why the Government is in the shape it's in!
Could ANYONE be this DUMB?
YES, THEY WALK AMONG US,
Monday, January 23, 2012
No words. by Samuel Singh
Dumb proposal by Samuel Singh
Glasses clink in recognition
gratitude
willful seduction
steering towards sexual misconduct
then this staring starts
2 sips
return to table.
as if he needed another
sights now locked on the target
tapping his foot
no words
no expression
unlit cigarette dangling from his lips
He whispers to her,
Somewhere else by Samuel Singh
Symbols of Anarchy by Samuel Singh
The Journal by Samuel Singh
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Positive thinking and its results. by Samuel Singh
POSITIVE THINKING AND ITS RESULTS
We live in a very visual world. This is why Visualization is important. You have to see things happen, remember, when you visualize it, it materializes. You don’t have to worry about how to get to the end result, just picture the end result. In other words, don’t worry about the how just think about the feeling of having what you think about now.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Masculine of feminine- Samuel Singh
'House' for instance, is feminine: 'la casa.'
'Pencil,' however, is masculine: 'el lapiz.'
A student asked, 'What gender is 'computer'?'
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether computer' should be a masculine or a feminine noun. Each group was asked to give four reasons for its recommendation.
The men's group decided that 'computer' should definitely be of the feminine gender ('la computadora'), because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic;
2. The native language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else;
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
(THIS GETS BETTER!)
The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be Masculine ('el computador'), because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on;
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves;
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; and
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
The women won.
Driving in the rain-- this may save your life. (Samuel Singh)
We are not sure why it is so effective; just try this method when it rains heavily. This method was given me by a Police friend who had experienced and confirmed it. It is useful....even driving at night. One method used by Canadian Military Drivers for years.
Most of the motorists would turn on HIGH or FASTEST SPEED of the wipers during heavy downpour, yet the visibility in front of the windshield is still bad......
In the event you face such a situation, just try your SUN GLASSES (any model will do), and miracle! All of a sudden, your visibility in front of your windshield is perfectly clear, as if there is no rain.
Make sure you always have a pair of SUN GLASSES in your car, as you are not only helping yourself to drive safely with good vision, but also might save your friend's life by giving him this idea..
Try it yourself and share it with your friends! Amazing, you still see the drops on the windshield, but not the sheet of rain falling.
You can see where the rain bounces off the road. It works to eliminate the "blindness" from passing semi's spraying you too.
Or the "kick-up" if you are following a semi or car in the rain. They ought to teach that little tip in driver's training. It really does work...
This next warning is a another good one! I wonder how many people know about this:
A 36 year old female had an accident several weeks ago and totaled her car. A resident of Kinburn , Ontario was traveling between Kinburn & Ottawa. It was raining, though not excessively, when her car suddenly began to hydro-plane and literally flew through the air.. She was not seriously injured but very stunned at the sudden occurrence!
When she explained to the OPP Officer what had happened he told her something that every driver should know -NEVER DRIVE IN THE RAIN WITH YOUR CRUISE CONTROL ON . She thought she was being cautious by setting the cruise control and maintaining a safe consistent speed in the rain. But the Officer told her that if the cruise control is on when your car begins to hydro-plane and your tires lose contact with the pavement, your car will accelerate to a higher rate of speed making you take off like an airplane She told the OPP Officer that was exactly what had occurred.
The Officer said this warning should be listed, on the driver's seat
Sun-visor - NEVER USE THE CRUISE CONTROL WHEN
THE PAVEMENT IS WET OR ICY, along with the airbag warning. We tell our teenagers to set the cruise control and drive a safe speed - but we don't tell them to use the cruise control only when the pavement is dry.
The only person the accident victim found, who knew this (besides the officer), was a man who had a similar accident, totaled his car and sustained severe injuries.
NOTE: Some vehicles (like the Toyota Sienna Limited XLE) will not allow you to set the cruise control when the windshield wipers are on. If you send this to 15 people and only one of them doesn't know about this, then it was all worth it. You might have saved a life.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Some great jokes - Samuel Singh
OVERWEIGHT GUYANESE
A Guyanese is terribly overweight, so her doctor puts her on a diet. "I want you to eat regularly for two days, then skip a day, and repeat this procedure for two weeks. The next time I see you, you'll have lost at least five pounds." When the Guyanese returns, she's lost nearly 20 pounds. "Why, that's amazing!" the doctor says. "Did you follow my instructions?" The Guyanese nods. "Ah tell you, dough, I tat I was
gonno drap dead dat third day." "From hunger, you mean?" asked the doctor. "Nah, from skipping."
SPEEDING TICKET
A police officer stops a Guyanese for speeding and asks her very nicely if he could see her license. She replied in a huff, "I wish ya’ll wuld get yuh act togedder. Just yesterday ya tek away meh license an den today you expect me fuh show it to you?"
THE VACUUM
A Guyanese was playing Trivial Pursuit one night. It was her turn. She rolled the dice and she landed on "Science & Nature." Her question was, "If you are in a vacuum and someone calls your name, can you hear it?" She thought for a time and then asked, "Is it on or off?"
Here's some to refresh your memories
FINAL EXAM
The Guyanese reported for her university final examination that consists of "yes/no" type questions. She takes her seat in the examination hall, stares at the question paper for five minutes, and then in a fit of inspiration takes her purse out, removes a coin and starts tossing the coin and marking the answer sheet Yes for Heads and No for Tails. Within half an hour she is all done whereas the rest of the class is sweating it out. During the last few minutes, she is seen desperately throwing the coin, muttering and sweating. The moderator, alarmed, approaches her and asks what is going on. "Ah finish de exam in half an hour, but ah double-checking meh answers."
Have we ever thought of dates? By Samuel Singh
All a person has to do is take one course in history and all you notice that there are more dates and historical events than we will ever care to remember. Everything past, the current, and even the future has some significance to different people at different times.
Keeping all that in mind, the year 2011 has four very unusual dates, all four of which have just passed.For those who know anything about numerology, it is also supposed to be a very lucky year.
This year we will experience 4 unusual dates: 1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11 & 11/11/11. Now, take the last 2 digits of the year you were born plus the age you will be this year and it will equal to 111. It’s true….crazy! Do the figures yourself, I did.
Friday, July 29, 2011
Https (by Samuel Singh)
Monday, May 23, 2011
The Changing Thoughts of Girls. - Samuel Singh
Changing Thoughts of Girls
(Ladkiyo Ke Andaj Badle Gaye)
1980 - Love Me, But Don’t Touch Me
(Mujhe Pyar Karo, Lekin Mujhe Chuo Nehi)
1990 – Touch Me, But Don’t Kiss Me
(Mujhe Chuo, Lekin Mujhe Chumo Nehi)
2000 – Kiss Me, But Don't Do Anything Else
(Mujhe Chumo, Lekin Aur Kuch Mat Karna)
2005 – Do Everything with me, But Don't Tell Anybody
(Mujhse Sab Kuch Kar Lo, Par Kisi Ko Batana Nahi)
2011 – Do Everything with me, Otherwise I Would Tell Everybody That You Are A Novice
(Sub Kuch Karo, Warna Sub Ko Bata Dun Gi Ke Tum Ko Kuch Nahi Aata)
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
THE CHOKING GHOST by Samuel Singh
After years of reading of different things and hearing about things and even a few personal encounters. I had even had enough of grim satisfaction reading juvenile works on yourghoststories.com just for the fun of pointing out to others which were fake and not. It seems as though my prayers to keep my life interesting had been answered when I had a friend walk up to me and said that they think they are being choked at night by a ghost. After speaking to him and trying the usual explanations to come up with something rational. I could find no answers so I decided once again to look further.
For reasons of privacy and fear of ostracism he does not want his name mentioned, so we’ll call him John. He, explained his situation to me once again a few days later as I was in the car with him and he was driving us over to his place. After arriving at his house I took one look around to see if anything visual would catch my eye for future reference and the only thing I saw was a graveyard at the end of the block.
As I waked in the neatly kept apartment I looked in the bedroom and felt nothing strange or unusual. John walked up behind me and tapped me on my shoulder to hand me a beer knowing me well enough to realize I would say it is thirsty work. I spoke to him of medical conditions and things that happen with people at times when they are awake but the body is still asleep and they experience a kind of paralysis.
John was looking at me as if I didn’t believe his supernatural encounter. But I continued explaining anyway that it was almost common and had to do with sleep patters of the brain.
In sleep you have decreased levels of consciousness and also of motor control. Usually these are suppressed simultaneously but not always since there is always the exception to the rule. Many people sometimes know of that particular state where you're almost asleep, slowly drifting, in this state your level of consciousness is severely suppressed yet not fully and you still have some conscious thought processes and state of awareness of your surroundings still present. However, you would be awake but your muscle function is still completely suppressed. These states are usually while falling asleep or waking up, could be either time. It is also known to happen if you come awake sometimes in the middle of sleeping and all of a sudden you simply cannot move. It can induce panic as you try multiple things to wake yourself up and figure out why you can‘t move. It is not dangerous and as far as I can tell, there is no treatment other that adequate and proper sleep patterns. It is just a matter of where the brain secretes a chemical that keeps your body from moving as you sleep. Upon awaking and conscious, you get sleep paralysis if the brain is still secreting that chemical.
I know that one of the most popular places for such things is in Hawaii where they happen to have a kind of urban legend. It also happens to be called the ‘choking ghost‘. It is said that in the middle of the night the ghost will come and sit on your chest or wrap a hand around your throat and strangle you. You can't move and you can't breathe. Supposedly it then releases you when you begin to think you're about to die.
Hawaii is not the only place known to have them. In Chinese culture the have what is known as the Fox Spirit, which is sleep paralysis, also widely known as gui ya shen or gui ya chuang, which literally translate into "ghost pressing on body" or "ghost pressing on bed." A more modern term is meng yan.
There is also a name for it in Japanese culture, where sleep paralysis is referred to as kanashibari, literally "bound or fastened in metal," from kane "metal" and shibaru, "to bind, to tie, to fasten". And I can continue with stories and names from numerous other cultures and countries. Such situations are not isolated to one place but happens to be worldwide.
While many of theses cases may have to do with sleep paralysis and the conscious awaking before the body does, it is not always the case. There are numerous cases where people awake and see images and figures around them. Many times some people who are troubled by spirits wake up with marks, and scratches. I even know of one occasion where I saw finger marks around someone’s neck.
While I told all of this to John, he rolled down his turtleneck sweater and showed me four perfectly formed finger bruises on his neck. After seeing that, I took the matter more seriously and started to do my research to help him cease having such encounters and I am happy to say that we were successful.
I am not saying all cases out there are credible, rather, that all causes are to be questioned. John’s case was a paranormal one and not one that had to do with sleep paralysis and I did test it before coming to that conclusion.
What makes these stories so great to hear about, is that they are as old as many cultures. They speak a lot about history, culture and in many cases, legends of the area. It is indeed an incredible learning experience to hear about these stories from various sources. Just be assured that many have a foundation in truth. Some may be discredited and all may be doubted. I just happen to come from a little country in South America named Guyana, that has known a lot of supernatural activity, and in some places they are quite common, it is a place where a common type of ghostly encounter is one with a choking ghost. Does that mean that all the people who have had those experiences and spoke of ghostly choking encounters are of sleep paralysis? Or, is it possible that it could be something else ?
(Picture used from http://www.spiritualresearchfoundation.org)
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Geraldo Rivera letter by Samuel Singh
Either way, when going through some of my notes earlier I found a letter I had emailed and thought I'd share.
Hello Geraldo,
Just to let you know, I work for an airline at JFK and I just arrived home and switched on the TV and saw your show on. Everyone would agree that the volcano in Iceland is creating a huge problem for travelers. No one would know that more than the travelers and those airline employees that have to assist them.
I say you were misled and I sincerely mean it. You had a woman on the show who is from California and with a group that helps those passengers who are stranded. It is good that she is helping but this is where she is wrong. Ask any airline for a copy of the contract of carriage and they will gladly give it to you and you can see for yourself.
We at the airport and specifically at Delta have been trying our best to reroute people as the connections become available. However, there is almost no way we can get people out right now. The flights have been cancelled for a few days. There is a huge backup and when the European airports reopen, we have extra segments going in there to get our passengers out.
We cannot provide accommodations to all of these stranded passengers even if we wanted to because hotels are full. Also, for acts of nature or weather as well as air traffic delays or cancellations, NO AIRLINE will give accommodations to anyone. It is simply beyond our control, think about wanting to sue a bus company if you are on it and get to work late because there is a traffic jam. We have been working with the Red Cross and been sharing out cots and blankets for those stranded at the airports. Also, we managed to get in touch with NYC and Company to get discount rates to passengers who want a hotel on www.nycgo.com. For passengers who come from other places to travel to Europe, we even send them back home at our expense if they want to do that. Think about someone coming from Miami connecting at JFK going to Heathrow. Since we have no Heathrow flights, I send them back to Miami if they want, at the airline expense to travel when all is well or when they choose to. We have been giving meal vouchers to people to get something to eat several times a day. All of this we do not because we have to because we do not have to, we do it because we provide customer service and try to assist in whatever way we can. And she says we provide no customer service? I sincerely beg to differ.
She mentioned that giving vouchers or money for delayed flights or cancelled flights. That is true and I am usually one of the first to give a passenger whatever is due to them, HOWEVER, it is true when it is controllable. That is, if it can be controlled by the airline whether it is a delay or cancellation of our own making, eg; if the airline had a mechanical problem, maintenance, late crew, ship swap, or a passenger service delay or anything directly related to the airline that is controllable. It is NOT for acts of nature. I don't know about her, but I don't happen to have God on my speed dial to tell Him to stop the volcano. It is beyond our control.
I can honestly say that her information is not accurate and for the sake of the stranded passengers, please avoid having someone bashing the airline industry when I know for a fact we are doing all we can and even more.
I can try to answer any other questions you may have but I honestly had to write when I saw you were being misled on national televison and we in the airline industry are made to look like villains.
Respectfully Yours,
Samuel Singh
P.S If I made any grammatical errors, kindly excuse them.
( was addressed to Atlarge@foxnews.com" Atlarge@foxnews.com)
Saturday, March 19, 2011
"Comparison and Contrast between West Indian and American Kids" -Samuel Singh
American/Canadian Kids: Move out when they're 18 with the full support of their parents.
West Indian Kids: Move out when they-are 28, having saved for that nice house and are a week away from getting married..unless there's room in the basement for the newlyweds.
American/Canadian Kids: When their Mom visits them she brings a nice bundt cake and you sip coffee and chat.
West Indian Kids; When their Mon visits them she brings 3 days worth of food and begins to immediately tidy up, dust, and do the laundry
American/Canadian Kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit them and its usually only on special occasions.
West Indian Kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads come over, unannounced, on a Saturday morning at 8:00 and starts pruning the mango avocado trees. And if there are none, he will plant some!
American/Canadian Parents: You can leave your kids with them and you always worry if everything is going to be okay plus you have to feed them after you pick them up.
West Indian Parents: No problem, leave your kids there and if they get out of line your parents can set them straight. Plus they get bathed, fed and sprinkled with powder, lavender, cologne or Limacol.
American/Canadian Kids: Always pay retail and look in the yellow pages when they need something done.
West Indian Kids: Just call their dad or uncle and ask for another dad's or uncle's phone number to get it done.cash deal.
American/Canadian Kids: Will come over to visit their parents and get only cake and coffee, no more.
West Indian Kids: Will come over to visit their parents and get sweet potato-puddin', cornmeal porridge, ginger beer, coconut drops, a few bottles/cups of their favourite beverage and curry goat & rice. Then after dinner, drinks,time permitting there will be a "little something" as well to take home.
American/Canadian Kids: Think that being West Indian is a great thing.
West Indian Kids: Know that being West Indian is a great thing..
American/Canadian Kids: Never ask the reason you have no food.
West Indian Kids: Are the reason you have no food.
American/Canadian Kids: Will say "hello".
West Indian Kids: Will give you a big hug and a kiss, and pat you on the back.
American/Canadian Kids: Call your (friend's) parents Mr.. And Mrs.
West Indian Kids: Call your (friend's) parents Auntie & Uncle.
American/Canadian Kids: Have never seen you cry.
West Indian Kids: Cry with you.
American/Canadian Kids: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
West Indian Kids: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing and just being together, in other words, just "lyming".
American/Canadian Kids: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
West Indian Kids: Keep your stuff so long they forget it's yours.
American/Canadian Kids: Know a few things about you.
West Indian Kids: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.
American/Canadian Kids: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
West Indian Kids: Will kick the whole crowds' a-s that left you.
American/Canadian Kids: Are for a while.
West Indian Kids: Are for life.
"Info from Dr Steven Mak on fruits" by Samuel Singh
This is informative!
We all think eating fruit means just buying fruit, cutting it up and popping it into our mouths. It's not that easy. It's important to know how and when to eat fruit.
What's the correct way to eat fruit?
IT MEANS NOT EATING FRUIT AFTER A MEAL! FRUIT SHOULD BE EATEN ON AN EMPTY STOMACH.
Eating fruit like that plays a major role in detoxifying your system, supplying you with a great deal of energy for weight loss and other life activities.
FRUIT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT FOOD.
Let's say you eat two slices of bread, then a slice of fruit. The slice of fruit is ready to go straight through the stomach into the intestines, but it's prevented from doing so.
In the meantime, the whole meal rots and ferments, and turns to acid. The minute the fruit comes into contact with the food in the stomach, and digestive juices, the entire mass of food begins to spoil.
Eat your fruit on an empty stomach, or before your meal! You've heard people complain: Every time I eat watermelon I burp, when I eat durian my stomach bloats, when I eat a banana I feel like running to the toilet, etc. This will not happen if you eat the fruit on an empty stomach. Fruit mixes with the putrefying other food and produces gas. Hence, you bloat!
Graying hair, balding, nervous outburst, and dark circles under the eyes - all of these will NOT happen if you eat fruit on an empty stomach.
There's no such thing as some fruits, like orange and lemon are acidic, because all fruit becomes alkaline in our body, according to Dr. Herbert Shelton who did research on this matter. If you have mastered the correct way of eating fruit, you have the Secret of Beauty, Longevity, Health, Energy, Happiness and normal weight.
When you need to drink fruit juice drink only fresh fruit juice, NOT from the cans. Don't drink juice that has been heated. Don't eat cooked fruit; you don't get the nutrients at all. You get only the taste. Cooking destroys all of the vitamins.
Eating a whole fruit is etter than drinking the juice. If you should drink the juice, drink it mouthful by mouthful slowly, because you must let it mix with your saliva before swallowing it. You can go on a 3-day fruit-fast to cleanse your body. Eat fruit and drink fruit juice for just 3 days, and you will be surprised when your friends say how radiant you look!
KIWI: Tiny but mighty, and a good source of potassium, magnesium, vitamin E & fiber. Its vitamin C content is twice that of an orange!
AN APPLE a day keeps the doctor away? Although an apple has a low vitamin C content, it has antioxidants & flavonoids which enhances the activity of vitamin C, thereby helping to lower the risk of colon cancer, heart attack & stroke.
STRAWBERRY: Protective Fruit. Strawberries have the highest total antioxidant power among major fruits & protect the body from cancer-causing, blood vessel-clogging free radicals.
EATING 2 - 4 ORANGES oranges a day may help keep colds away, lower cholesterol, prevent & dissolve kidney stones, and reduce the risk of colon cancer.
WATERMELON: Coolest thirst quencher. Composed of 92% water, it is also packed with a giant dose of glutathione, which helps boost our immune system. Also a key source of lycopene, the cancer-fighting oxidant. Also found in watermelon: Vitamin C & Potassium.
GUAVA & PAPAYA: Top awards for vitamin C. They are the clear winners for their high vitamin C content. Guava is also rich in fiber, which helps prevent constipation. Papaya is rich in carotene, good for your eyes.
Drinking Cold water after a meal = Cancer!
Can u believe this? For those who like to drink cold water, this applies to you. It's nice to have a cold drink after a meal, however, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you've just consumed, which slows digestion. Once this 'sludge' reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead to cancer.. It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a meal.
A serious note about heart attacks.
HEART ATTACK PROCEDURE
Women should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm hurting. Be aware of intense pain in the jaw. You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. Sixty percent of people who have a heart attack while they're asleep do not wake up. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Be careful, and be aware. The more we know, the better our chance to survive.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
MAA by Samuel Singh
Your physical remains lie on a pyre
and ceremonious oil and flowers are scattered
on the wrapped, small, frail figure that served inspiration
to this inquisitive heart. I remember your stories
of Moongazers, Dutchmen, Bacchu and the Estate
where you were acquainted with hard work.
Small in stature yet large in perspicacity
I grieve with others now you are home,
suffering ended,
fiery consummation beginning.
It reaches and blazes you to ashes,
but sparks remembrance not forgetfulness
of heatedly calm words of wisdom.
Within small minutes you return
“ashes to ashes and dust to dust”
and while not present
Yet, I saw.
By Samuel Singh
August, 2004
Dedicated to my grandmother Itwaria Brijlall
(1st April 1917 - 12 July, 2004)
who recently
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Staring after her - by Samuel Singh
BLUE RAIN by Samuel Singh
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
"Old Year's Night" By Samuel Singh
Dreams unfulfilled,
ideas lying in the gutters of
my study.
Scattered papers of thought
fluttering when the paint peeled door
opens.
The brown clock on the white wall
stares like a living
grotesque eye,
surveying with scorn
the unfulfilled.
It’s hands twitch further
to an hour that millions
await, and I,
turn in disgust
stressing upon my losses;
of communication,
identity,
pride
and truth;
the loss of a year many tell me; wasted
yet, much accomplished.
Another year, minutes away
And I vow;
Never to let,
Never to have,
Never to demonstrate;
fears,
shortcomings
and losses.
I will;
‘carpe diem et
Carpe ano.’
– By Samuel Singh
http://www.guyanajournal.com/poetry.html
Saturday, October 25, 2008
THE ANGELS WARN By Balwant Bhagwandin (Excerpt from "I Hear Guyana Cry")
...the angels turn away
shamed by sight
of a people who would
make martyr of murderer
and common criminals
liberators
and declare the drug dealer absolved
by the 4Runners and foot-runners he owns
and the money he has to burn
celebrate the success of crime
the triumph of lies and liars
the downfall of honest endeavors
and men as moronic
for being sincere
and determine how full of fun
their day of demonstration is
by how many
muggings and maulings are executed
and women are molested downtown
and the number of workplaces shut down
and stores pillaged
and burnt down by fires lit
by a madman with a vision one-tracked
to the throne
who mock the messages
of Mahatma and Mandela
murder the messengers
of reconciliation
and giggle and jump-up
happy as a herd of swine
wallowing in its own excrement
as the tempo
of the drums of war grow
towards frenzy
and whisper
as if prayer:
Harken ye the words
of your children:
Walter, the most brilliant and humble,
betrayed and blown to bits
for his caution:
together cling
all you wretched and abused
with hands and hearts entwined and grounded
that they not be made to bear guns
to make this a no-man’s land!
Recall the laments
of your son Martin
and his disillusion and pain:
‘So jail me quickly, clang the illiterate door
if freedom writes no happier alphabet.’
and his admonition
like that of Donne
timeless and good for all men:
‘…all are involved!
all are consumed!’
and give heed
though late
so late
lest this your ‘nation’
self-styled and so-called
though sundered
and already splintered like wood for fire
indeed becomes the fuel
for a terminal conflagration
of its children’s creation!
Guyana Short Stories - Massacuraman, Ah so we come!
Massacuraman, Ah so we come!
Massacuraman, Ah so we come! / Ah wha we comfa / Ah wha we stanfa / Ah wha we look like / Ah so we com!
We pound de fofoo / Drink fofoo water / Eat dry coconut / Add steel drops / Drink coconut water
Massacuraman, Ah so we come! / Ah wha we comfa / Ah wha we stanfa / Ah wha we look like / Ah so we com!
Naked 'pon concrete / Shackled together / Slaves together!
Massacuraman, Ah so we come! / Ah wha we comfa / Ah wha we stanfa / Ah wha we look like / Ah so we com!
Bakku with guilders / Spanish e pesetas / British and de pound / Dem creole we language / But non can conquer! Massacuraman, Ah so we come! / Ah wha we comfa / Ah wha we stanfa / Ah wha we look like / Ah so we com!
Half-naked in de blazing sun / Leg-irons branding flesh / Pickaxe 'pon bricks / Bones cracking from stress /Psyches mangled together Massacuraman, Ah so we come! / Ah wha we comfa / Ah wha we stanfa / Ah wha we look like / Ah so we com!
Jumbie-lash and Black-lash / Gun, cutlass and Stick-lash / Cry Cuffy e Accra / Mek bakku run for cover Massacuraman, Ah so we come! / Ah wha we comfa / Ah wha we stanfa / Ah wha we look like / Ah so we com!
Guyana Short Stories - Nara Therapy fo' Dugla
Nara Therapy fo' Dugla
Doc, meh belly a hu't bad yo' know man!
Dugla, ah nara yo' got. Somebody bad-eye yo'?
Doc, ah t'ink it's a coolie jumbie.
Dugla boy, don' mek me buss out laughing now.
Me goin' 'noint yo' fo' nara.
Tek off yo' clothes and lie down 'pon de floor with yo' arms to yo' side, feet together and eyes to the ceiling.
Try to relax while ah get de rice, string, soft-grease and coc'nut oil to treat yo'.
Doc took a small handful of rice and wrapped it tightly with a piece of white cloth. He knotted the end of the cloth securely and applied some soft-grease to the tip to create a wick. Dugla stared down his nose as Doc placed the ball of rice on his belly button and then lit the wick with a match. Before the ball of rice could burn down to the knot, Doc would expertly complete the nara massage treatment.
Quickly lighting two sticks of incense, Doc started to measure Dugla's body for symmetry with a coarse piece of kite string. If Dugla's body contained any foreign jumbie or bakku, then it would be asymmetrical. His quivering lips reported the actions of this acquired Congo art: navel to left nipple - OK; navel to right nipple - OK; navel to left shoulder - OK; navel to right shoulder - OK; navel to left bigtoe - OK; navel to right bigtoe - OK. Doc then poured the warm coconut oil into the palms of his right hand and started to massage the nara from Dugla's belly. Doc worked swiftly, always moving from left to right as he placed his hands under Dugla's back then vigorously brought them together into a clasp just above the ball of rice. The nara massage would be followed by a drink of water from Doc's wooden bitter cup, which was carved out directly from a special herbal tree by the Amerindians. The massage and bitters would clear any belly-wuk or tummy pains that Dugla was suffering from. Doc completed the physical nara treatment by swiftly massaging Dugla's the neck, arms and then pulling all 10 fingers and toes until each made a cracking sound. Dugla's body was now flexible and certified road worthy and jumbie free.
As the soft-grease-coated wick burnt slowly and the room choked with the aromatic scent of agarbatti incense sticks, Dugla relaxed and Doc switched on the nara pyschotherapy, "So Dugla, ah wha' mek yo' t'ink it's a coolie jumbie?"
"Man Doc, ev'ryday ah just wan' to eat curry and roti. Recently, as soon as fowlcock crow, ah start daubing de bottom-house with fresh cowdung. But Doc, dat's nah all. Ah planted two jandie flags at de front gate and started praying to Krishna."
"Dugla boy, dat sounds like a bad coolie jumbie to me. When did it all start?"
Well, one day ah was walking down Sherrif Street when ah gave Baby, Harricharran's daughter, meh sweetboy whistle. Banna, de gyal gave me one cut-eye and suck-teet' and den flounced away. So ah took dat as hardcard, yo' know. A few days later dis small boy brings me a note from Baby to meet her in de alley behind her house at 10pm. So ah went to talk to her, but she was in no mood fo' long talk. Ah was confused bad when she said she's in love with me. Ah tried to reason with her about Harricharran, but de gyal had bad typee and pulled me down right dere in de alley. Now ev'ryday she's sending me chicken curry, channa, polowry, dall pouri and mittai. An' ev'ry night she waiting in de alley fo' me. Last night she tells me dat Harricharran knows 'bout me and dat he tek meh name to pandit Sharma in Delph Street. Further, she t'inks she's pregnant! Banna, a nearly shit mehself. Right dere and den meh belly-wuk started!"
"Dugla boy, yo' in big trouble now. Pandit Sharma ain't three cents, yo' know? I goin' rub you down with this asafetida to keep away the jandie spirits and bad-eye, but you must follow meh advice." "Dugla, marry Baby now and dig dutty before you end up a' backdam floating in de forty-feet trench."
Cowsila the Coolie Whore
Perched cross-legged on the side of a broken down punt and admiring her reflection in the stagnant forty-feet trench, Cowsila, the coolie whore, smiled tantalisingly at the cane-cutters as they rushed home tired, sweaty and reeking of stale roti and fish curry. Cowsila had spent the earlier part of Friday cooking and daubing the bottom-house with fresh cow-dung. She then washed herself at the standpipe with carbolic soap and water from a galvanised zinc bucket. The water was cool and refreshing and came from the overhead vat that captured rainwater. Now she was ready for business. Long black hair gleaming with coconut oil that suffocated most of her head lice and nits, Cowsila smiled as she noticed Ramesh and Shivnarine eyeing up her voluptuous curves. She had worn her pink, body-hugging, bonded-knit dress because it was pay-day at the sugar estate and Cowsila had to provide for her lazy good-for-nothing man Rohit.
Rohit drank all day at the Indian Bull rum shop then he returned home to fill his belly with roti, squash curry and fried hassa fish. He had no idea where Cowsila got money or food from and just assumed that his wife either begged her family or friends for help. As soon as Rohit finished his food, he just sprawled out on the floor mat and slept.
Cowsila kept the mud hut tidy and cared for her man. She had a slate at Big Pi's grocery shop that could rival the country's national debt, so it was important for her to earn a living. Sometimes Big Pi would take payment in kind behind the jute bags of rice at the back of the shop. Big Pi was easy and pragmatic. In his own words, life was too short to worry. Sometimes he felt sorry for Cowsila and give her a small piece to buy fresh fruit and vegetables from the market.
Cowsila glanced down and noticed the tadpoles swimming at the bottom of the punt. It was the rainy season and the backdam was muddy. Little cock-a-belly fishes appeared in puddles along the dam and the croaking frogs, dogs barking and guinea fowls squealing sounded like a jam session at the jazz club. The hustle of the estate overseers, foremen, charge-hands and labourers heading back home jangling their cutlasses and metallic zinc carriers was dying off. Cowsila flinched as both head and crab lice recovered from temporary paralysis by carbolic fumes and began feeding on her blood. Long James went past on his bicycle as he shepherded his cows back home. Twilight was setting on the backdam and soon it would be dark enough for Cowsila to do business.
A few lady birds and candle flies buzzed by followed by the dreaded mosquitoes. Cowsila was just beginning to lose her patience when, like a zombie, Ramesh appeared from the side of the punt. Thank God, Cowsila muttered under her breath at the exact moment that Ramesh blurted out - how much? Hundred dollars, Cowsila replied. Banna that's a whole bottle-o-rum Ramesh thought for a second. Then he looked at Cowsila's charms and his blood boiled. Awright! Ramesh disappeared with Cowsila behind Sproston's punt to seal the deal.