<p>In his latest missive to me, Preetam Giani, who is an outstanding champion of rights of homosexuals has sent me his modified version of one of Shakespeare’s well-known sonnets, I reproduce both:<br /><br />Shakespeare’s:<br />The expense of spirit in a waste of shame<br />Is lust in action; and till action, lust<br />Is perjur’d, murd’rous, blood, full of blame<br />Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;<br />Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight;<br />Past reason hunted, and, no sooner had,<br />Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,<br />On purpose laid to make the taker mad-<br />Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;<br />Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;<br />A bliss proof, and prov’d, a very woe;<br />Before, a joy propose’d; behind a dream<br />All this the world well knows; yet none knows well<br />To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.<br /><br />Preetam Giani’s:</p>.<p>Homosexual indulgence means wasting one’s spirit while incurring Shame; <br />And till its indulgence, homosexual desire is Dishonest, homicidal, violent, thoroughly reprehensible, brutal, excessive, crude, vindictive and unreliable, <br />No sooner is it gratified than it’s immediately despised; <br /><br />It is pursued beyond reason, and no sooner fulfilled than it’s hated beyond reason, like a swallowed bait<br /><br />That’s been placed on purpose to drive the victim mad, <br />Mad in the pursuit as well as in the attainment of desire<br />Obsessive whether seeking to gratify it or having gratified it. Prospectively blissful, it’s retrospectively agonising, <br /><br />Delightful beforehand but unsubstantial afterwards.<br />All this everyone knows well; what no one knows well is how to avoid the heaven that leads one to this hell.<br /><br />Sardar Sipahi<br />When General J J Singh, the first Sikh to become C-in-C of the Indian Army, came to seek my advice before writing his autobiography, I quoted Shaikh Saadi’s lines in Persian to him:<br />Sana-e-khud-bakhud guftan<br />Na zebad mard-e-daana ra<br />Choon zan pistaan-e-khud maalad<br />Kuja lazzat shaved baki<br /><br />(It does not behove a man of wisdom<br />To use his tongue in praise of himself<br />Like a woman who with her own hands rubs her breasts<br />What pleasure can it ever beget?)<br /><br />“Go ahead I wish you luck, I said, “but don’t praise yourself. Self praise puts off readers.”<br />His autobiography has just been published: A Soldier’s General: an autobiography (Harper Collins). The General ignored my advice. With so many battles fought and won, the rapid rise from a Cadet to the top-most position in what is perhaps the second largest army in the world, the mere narration of facts would read like an eulogy. You can’t blame him. He writes good, lucid prose and you learn a great deal about the armed forces. He is currently governor of Arunachal Pradesh to keep an eye on Chinese movements across the border.<br /><br />Replacement<br />Sir, I refer to the recent death of the technical manager at your company and hereby apply for replacement of the deceased manager. Each time I apply for a job, I get a reply that there is no vacancy but in this case I have caught you red handed and you have no excuse because I even attended the funeral to be sure that he was truly dead and buried before applying. Attached is a copy of my CV and his death certificate.<br /><br />Bonkers<br />Doctor: Any history of insanity in the family?<br />Lady: Yes, my husband thinks he is the Boss.<br /><br />Multi-racial<br />On a train from London to Manchester: an American was berating the Englishman sitting across from him in the compartment. “You English are too stuffy. You set ourselves apart too much. You think your stiff upper lip makes you above the rest of us. “Look at me... I’m ME. I have Italian blood, French blood, a little Indian blood, and some Swedish blood. What do you say to that?”<br /><br />The Englishman replied: “Awfully sporting of your mother, old chap!!”<br /><em><br />(Contributed by Vipin Buckshey, Delhi)<br /></em></p>
<p>In his latest missive to me, Preetam Giani, who is an outstanding champion of rights of homosexuals has sent me his modified version of one of Shakespeare’s well-known sonnets, I reproduce both:<br /><br />Shakespeare’s:<br />The expense of spirit in a waste of shame<br />Is lust in action; and till action, lust<br />Is perjur’d, murd’rous, blood, full of blame<br />Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust;<br />Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight;<br />Past reason hunted, and, no sooner had,<br />Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait,<br />On purpose laid to make the taker mad-<br />Mad in pursuit, and in possession so;<br />Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;<br />A bliss proof, and prov’d, a very woe;<br />Before, a joy propose’d; behind a dream<br />All this the world well knows; yet none knows well<br />To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.<br /><br />Preetam Giani’s:</p>.<p>Homosexual indulgence means wasting one’s spirit while incurring Shame; <br />And till its indulgence, homosexual desire is Dishonest, homicidal, violent, thoroughly reprehensible, brutal, excessive, crude, vindictive and unreliable, <br />No sooner is it gratified than it’s immediately despised; <br /><br />It is pursued beyond reason, and no sooner fulfilled than it’s hated beyond reason, like a swallowed bait<br /><br />That’s been placed on purpose to drive the victim mad, <br />Mad in the pursuit as well as in the attainment of desire<br />Obsessive whether seeking to gratify it or having gratified it. Prospectively blissful, it’s retrospectively agonising, <br /><br />Delightful beforehand but unsubstantial afterwards.<br />All this everyone knows well; what no one knows well is how to avoid the heaven that leads one to this hell.<br /><br />Sardar Sipahi<br />When General J J Singh, the first Sikh to become C-in-C of the Indian Army, came to seek my advice before writing his autobiography, I quoted Shaikh Saadi’s lines in Persian to him:<br />Sana-e-khud-bakhud guftan<br />Na zebad mard-e-daana ra<br />Choon zan pistaan-e-khud maalad<br />Kuja lazzat shaved baki<br /><br />(It does not behove a man of wisdom<br />To use his tongue in praise of himself<br />Like a woman who with her own hands rubs her breasts<br />What pleasure can it ever beget?)<br /><br />“Go ahead I wish you luck, I said, “but don’t praise yourself. Self praise puts off readers.”<br />His autobiography has just been published: A Soldier’s General: an autobiography (Harper Collins). The General ignored my advice. With so many battles fought and won, the rapid rise from a Cadet to the top-most position in what is perhaps the second largest army in the world, the mere narration of facts would read like an eulogy. You can’t blame him. He writes good, lucid prose and you learn a great deal about the armed forces. He is currently governor of Arunachal Pradesh to keep an eye on Chinese movements across the border.<br /><br />Replacement<br />Sir, I refer to the recent death of the technical manager at your company and hereby apply for replacement of the deceased manager. Each time I apply for a job, I get a reply that there is no vacancy but in this case I have caught you red handed and you have no excuse because I even attended the funeral to be sure that he was truly dead and buried before applying. Attached is a copy of my CV and his death certificate.<br /><br />Bonkers<br />Doctor: Any history of insanity in the family?<br />Lady: Yes, my husband thinks he is the Boss.<br /><br />Multi-racial<br />On a train from London to Manchester: an American was berating the Englishman sitting across from him in the compartment. “You English are too stuffy. You set ourselves apart too much. You think your stiff upper lip makes you above the rest of us. “Look at me... I’m ME. I have Italian blood, French blood, a little Indian blood, and some Swedish blood. What do you say to that?”<br /><br />The Englishman replied: “Awfully sporting of your mother, old chap!!”<br /><em><br />(Contributed by Vipin Buckshey, Delhi)<br /></em></p>