You simply have no idea how filthy the air we're breathing unless you're 26 floors above ground level. I'm sitting here in the office, in a station near a window, overlooking the busy metro on a busy Friday morning, and there's just smog ahead of me. Smog. Twenty six floors above the metro is a putrid limbo of carbon monoxide brought about by our irresponsible attachment to pollution.It is just dirty out there, you see.
Anyway, you want to read something interesting?
Astrologer wrong on the big prediction
BHOPAL, India (Reuters) - Hundreds of people flocked to a village in central India Thursday to see if an astrologer who forecast his own death would indeed die as predicted.
But the 75-year-old man survived the day.
Kunjilal Malviya, who lives south of the Madhya Pradesh state capital Bhopal, had been meditating in his house after announcing he would die Thursday between 3 p.m. and 5 p.m
A police official confirmed the astrologer was fine and quoted his family members as saying the prediction failed because many of those gathered had prayed for him to live.
"We are afraid of his prediction coming true because all his predictions till date have been correct," his son Anirudh said by phone earlier Thursday.
"My father had predicted the death of my grandfather 15 years ago and it came true exactly like he calculated."
Police have been posted near the house to prevent the astrologer from killing himself, authorities said.
Millions of Indians consult astrologers about their futures as well as marriage and job prospects.
Malviya's prediction is not the first of its type by an Indian astrologer. But in the past, crowds have beaten up astrologers when their predicted demise failed to occur.
It's just about time them posers made for actual value. Entertainment value, that is, and really, nothing can be as fun as seeing them fakers failing to put their money where their mouths are.But the 75-year-old man survived the day.
Kunjilal Malviya, who lives south of the Madhya Pradesh state capital Bhopal, had been meditating in his house after announcing he would die Thursday between 3 p.m. and 5 p.m
A police official confirmed the astrologer was fine and quoted his family members as saying the prediction failed because many of those gathered had prayed for him to live.
"We are afraid of his prediction coming true because all his predictions till date have been correct," his son Anirudh said by phone earlier Thursday.
"My father had predicted the death of my grandfather 15 years ago and it came true exactly like he calculated."
Police have been posted near the house to prevent the astrologer from killing himself, authorities said.
Millions of Indians consult astrologers about their futures as well as marriage and job prospects.
Malviya's prediction is not the first of its type by an Indian astrologer. But in the past, crowds have beaten up astrologers when their predicted demise failed to occur.
And since we're talking posers, let me ask you this: how real can reality TV get when all the characters are trying to make "pa-star" in front of the camera? And come to think of it, how do you expect anybody to behave characteristically when they know that they are being monitored by a 24/7 camera feed? How does the tag line go again, Reality ng Totoong Buhay? Or some shit like that, right? Oh common, we all know it's TV, and it's primetime TV for that matter. My life, and everybody else's, is the ultimate reality TV since the things we do are never recorded for posterity. I can do whatever I can without fearing eviction, I can make fun of everybody else without getting censored or suspended for one day. I can get naked and make love without worrying about internet-wide publication. I can get sick and get confined without summoning the staff medics for support. I don't have to worry about 24-hour security. I don't need to prep up and look pretty for no cameras. I can get bored and not complain about it since I just need to shut up and get away with the lack of theatrics. I don't have to pose in my real life, and I don't have to answer to the MTRCB either.
The MTRCB has got to get involved in all that relentless self promotion. And we all know that censorship utterly defeats the point of reality tv.
It's the perfect Macdonald's theme party. Poser's night.
This was written during the first ever Flipino translation of Endemol's Big Brother series. The one with the gay half-Iranian Uma? The one with the grossly uncultured booger-flicker Franzen? No? It had that band Orange and Lemons singing "Pinoy Ako," which, FYI, was a hit among musical plagiarists with no real knack for creativity on their own. Of course you remember it, I mean, it's not so easy to forget a motley cast of trying hard flop outs and their 24/7 campaign to out fake the hell out of each other.
I like the recent Big Brother cast though. Celebrity Edition 2 opens up a big can of whoop ass. I hope Yayo Aguila or the Canadian Beauty Queen Riza wins.
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