Pictures from Singapore: Final Part

It has  been almost three months since I returned from Singapore, and I have FINALLY completed organising all the 3,000 pictures I took and selecting the best ones, worthy to be shown to the outside world. The five of the following images are unclassified, but kind of cute. They might appear in the papers in the upcoming months with accompanying articles about my travel, but until then(if ever) here they are!


This one, with my friend the aviator at the Singapore Night Safari. It's an interesting picture--some day I might turn it into black-and-white and then colour the aviator to look like a real person. Not that he was fake or anything--he was quite an amicable person, and had no qualms about me putting my arms around his shoulders, even though we were not exactly close friends.

This is one good rainy evening at the Orchard Road. I love that place. This has a surreal feeling to it--the contrast and the rain that glistens on the road, the barrage of colors, give this image an unreal feel. I love it.

This is not one of my favourite pictures, and if you look closely you will see that it is not very sharp either. Still, the bright background, the light clouds, and the trees at the left and below give a nice feel to it. It was taken on the way to Henderson walk.









THE Henderson Wave... There were a lot of young couples sleeping together, snuggled into one another, which made it even cuter. And then there was this army of semi-pro photographers with their big-lensed cameras ready to snap at anything remotely scenic. It radiated a warm and cozy aura, which was probably why I was not uncomfortable even in the presence of so many couples sprawled upon each other at wee hours of the night.

The Malaysian Train line that comes into Singapore. Apparently, it is the only train system in Singapore that's not cutting-edge, and that because the Malaysian government owns the darn thing, including the land it is on. So technically, if you go near the tracks, you are in Malaysian territory. Less cooler is the fact that if the police catch you anywhere near it, they will be giving you a hard time(the immigration trouble et al.)

On why I kissed Bugs Bunny on the lips

First of all, I want to express my shock over the comments I have been receiving lately, ever since the news that I had kissed Bugs Bunny on the lips became public knowledge. I have been called filthy names, and a lot of strangers think of me as a filthy, degraded scum who is inferior to them if only because of the kiss.

I am not trying to justify here. I do not care a whittle about how people judge me on the fact that I kissed the most famous cartoon hare of all time on the lips. However, I feel I need to explain myself to those who are not sure what they would do if they were they in my place, and maybe somehow be able to assist them make their decisions, shall such an occasion arise.

Let me ask you a question: why should it ever be not okay for a dude to kiss a cartoon character on the lips? Is it him, or is it me? Will I get the cartoon Ebola virus, which will then mutate inside me and then ultimately destroy all life on planet earth? Or maybe, will he get my 3-dimensional cooties? I am fairly certain none of these can ever happen—there’s an entire dimension separating us that will keep such incidents from happening.

To my parents, who now suspect I might be a Cartoon just because I kissed a cartoon character I really like: don’t worry, I am a 3-d human. Though it would probably be so much more fun as a cartoon too—just imagining how my 2-dimensional digestive system would divide me into two halves cracks me up.

I have been asked this over and over again: was I drunk, on drugs, high, or somehow otherwise mentally incapacitated at the moment? The answer is no, no, no. I kissed Bugsy in full light of the day in full consciousness with all my senses in my control. It was a calculated move, which I will repeat if I get the chance. He is adorable—he is after all the third most popular animal icon of all time—and I did that to show my affection towards him.

Then there are some people who accuse me of being hypocritical. They tell me: ‘We-ll other cartoon characters like Daffy Duck, Tasmanian Devil, Thomas the Cat, and Meander are famous too. Would you kiss them? No, because they are neither as likeable, nor as controversial.’ I don’t understand how that makes me hypocritical—I like Bugsy boy more than I do the rest, but so what? Maybe if I start liking them, I’ll kiss them too. The fuss is uncalled for.

And finally there are the religious zealots who think it was very unholy to touch, let alone kiss, a cartoon character. They forget that half of our gods are cartoons too—elephant-headed man, monkey god, and so on. If our gods can be cartoons, and hang out with other non-cartoons unquestioned, why should I be bothered?

And please, I am not going to read all the filthy comments that those disagreeing with me will definitely post below this write-up. Get a life peeps!