I hope he's okay, nothing makes me sadder than helpless animals. Donkeys for some reason make me sad, especially when I see them lugging around the world's weight on their backs. they get such a bad rap, those donkeys.I mean they're considered to be stupid and made to do all that work. A few years back, I was really worried by this, I had seen too many mistreated donkeys, so I wrote this petition, this "Save the donkeys" email..it was sort of a signing campaign by email, everyone should add their name and pass it along...I mean, if people could pass along those silly forwards in hope of finding true love then surely they could do this to spread awareness. I was met with an unenthusiastic response. But I sort of secretly hope that when I'm checking my mail at 80, that email will come back to me, with like a million names and I would be credited for the liberation of donkeys everywhere.... I know, I know, I have way too much time on my hands..and you havent even heard about Phase 2 of my Donkey liberation plan yet.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Another one bites the dust
I hope he's okay, nothing makes me sadder than helpless animals. Donkeys for some reason make me sad, especially when I see them lugging around the world's weight on their backs. they get such a bad rap, those donkeys.I mean they're considered to be stupid and made to do all that work. A few years back, I was really worried by this, I had seen too many mistreated donkeys, so I wrote this petition, this "Save the donkeys" email..it was sort of a signing campaign by email, everyone should add their name and pass it along...I mean, if people could pass along those silly forwards in hope of finding true love then surely they could do this to spread awareness. I was met with an unenthusiastic response. But I sort of secretly hope that when I'm checking my mail at 80, that email will come back to me, with like a million names and I would be credited for the liberation of donkeys everywhere.... I know, I know, I have way too much time on my hands..and you havent even heard about Phase 2 of my Donkey liberation plan yet.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
From one Super hero to another
Disclaimer: I have not seen the movie I'm about to discuss (because I have a brain and if u had one, u wouldnt see it too),so technically I have absolutely no right to say its crap, but I'm going to , so if u have a problem with it then please step away from my blog.
I had the horrible misfortune of seeing the first movie (which gave me a brain hemorrhage), so I'm bitter and therefore justified in spewing venom at the sequel Krrish.
Ok first, a true superhero does not dance like that. True, a few of us might break into a jig spontaneously after doing something superheroic BUT not with 100 back up dancers appearing bizarrely out of nowhere and there would be NO synchronized dancing, that is absolutely not cool.
Second, no cheesy matrix style moves dude. Did Hrithik Roshan not get the memo about that? You can only do those slow motion flying in the air and drop kicking thing so many times before it becomes stupid.We dont want hollywood hand me downs, come up with something original. I mean I have cooler moves than that. Seriously, somebody should pay me for the free advice I'm giving out, I'd make a movie if I wasnt busy saving the world and trying to earn a PhD.
Third, what kind of a fucking costume is that? when in doubt, stick to spandex.Pajamas with an oversized raincoat is great if its ur grandma.
Not since Ang Lee's Hulk have I been so incensed with such mediocre representation of superheroes in the Media. Oh please let Superman not be crap , I couldnt stand more disappointment.
I had the horrible misfortune of seeing the first movie (which gave me a brain hemorrhage), so I'm bitter and therefore justified in spewing venom at the sequel Krrish.
Ok first, a true superhero does not dance like that. True, a few of us might break into a jig spontaneously after doing something superheroic BUT not with 100 back up dancers appearing bizarrely out of nowhere and there would be NO synchronized dancing, that is absolutely not cool.
Second, no cheesy matrix style moves dude. Did Hrithik Roshan not get the memo about that? You can only do those slow motion flying in the air and drop kicking thing so many times before it becomes stupid.We dont want hollywood hand me downs, come up with something original. I mean I have cooler moves than that. Seriously, somebody should pay me for the free advice I'm giving out, I'd make a movie if I wasnt busy saving the world and trying to earn a PhD.
Third, what kind of a fucking costume is that? when in doubt, stick to spandex.Pajamas with an oversized raincoat is great if its ur grandma.
Not since Ang Lee's Hulk have I been so incensed with such mediocre representation of superheroes in the Media. Oh please let Superman not be crap , I couldnt stand more disappointment.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Uncle Sam wants me!!
The night before my Visa interview I did not sleep. I had terrible nightmares about getting up late and missing it...even though the interview was at 2 30pm.
This is unusual for me, normally, I'm the Queen of cool, nothing upsets my state of Zen.
So, I get up at 6 30 am and proceed to go through all the possibilities on how the day would end, none of them were good....did I mention the glass is always half empty for me?
I had shopped for appropriate clothing, I wanted something which said "I'm proud to be Indian and love India and even though I'm fleeing the country and can't wait to go to Amreeka and see disneyland, I have every intention of coming back to my country and opening hospitals and schools and providing clean drinking water and better toilet facilities"....turns out thats too much to ask for out of a piece of clothing, so I settled for a stupid green tee shirt over my jeans...
So, anyway on the day of my interview, I notice that my tee has a deceptively low neckline and is showing inappropriate amount of cleavage when I bend even slightly, I didnt notice this before. This is not good, I need to project an image of seriousness, I'm a studious girl going to do my Phd, flashing the Visa officer might not be a good idea. I make a mental note not to bend or make any sudden movements the whole day.
Catch a 12 35 train, reach Mahalaxmi at 1 15 pm, cab drivers look at me contemptously and openly sneer at me and pretend to not know what a US embassy is. finally, find a cabbie willing, but end up at the wrong place, its already 2 15 pm. A security gaurd nearby is nice enough to give me directions, I reach lincoln house at 2 25, am almost run over by a bus while crossing the road. the bus driver swears at me, I call him a fucking bastard right back , but I dont think he hears me, instead I'm enveloped by the exhaust fumes of the Bus.
After the frisking and fingerprinting (just like jail, except for the blonde women), I take my pink coupon and wait with the rest of them hopefuls. There's this TV screen, showing images of the Statue of liberty, Niagara falls and some other pretty places I dont recognize. I decide to not look at the big screen anymore, am weary of subliminal messages on govt propaganda that might be coming through.
Notice cute skinny boy has pulled up a chair next to me. Avoid looking at him, and stare at the ceiling .He asks me how long I've been waiting, I say 15 mins...then continue staring at the ceiling, dont really like talking to strangers and making painful small talk. But he persists, and pretty soon we're deciding on which VO (Visa Officer) looks the meanest and which one is handing those visas out like its nobody's business. We decide the lady with the big blonde hair looks most evil. Her hair is scary, like it could eat you up when you're in the cubicle with her.
He apparently is going to new york too, for an MS in Architecture. We discuss new york weather and conclude the only thing we know is that it gets shit cold. Then he gets called for his interview, I wish him luck but am annoyed that he gets called first even though I came in before him. But, not for long because my turn comes soon after, and I meet the VO, who's this pretty blonde woman ( not the one with the nasty hair).
This is how it goes
VO: what r u going to be studying?
Me: I tell her (I think she started to get bored, even I was bored of the bull shit I was going on about, she ignores me midway and starts to speak with another one of the 100 million blonde women there)
VO: (staring hard at her computer screen) So, ur going for a PhD?
Me: Yes, I am.
VO: what will u do after ur phd?
Me: more BS( she's again losing interest...I try and spice things up by throwing in something about saving the world one test tube at a time or something...no laughter...tough crowd)
VO: (Now staring at her screen and pressing keys furiously)
Me: (Wondering if she's doing something with my application, or as i suspect more accurately, playing Counterstike secretly with her fellow VOs)
finally...VO: your visa has been granted, your passport will be couriered to u within 2 days
Me: THANKYOU (I say this with a big ridiculous grin on my face and wonder for a moment whether it would be appropriate for me to hug the glass that separates us... then decide against it, dont want to come on too strong)
On my way out, exchange High fives with cute skinny boy and notice he's still in line for his interview.
Exit the Visa Centre and take pains to cross road carefully as dont want to be run over by oncoming traffic, would like to visit disneyland before I die.
This is unusual for me, normally, I'm the Queen of cool, nothing upsets my state of Zen.
So, I get up at 6 30 am and proceed to go through all the possibilities on how the day would end, none of them were good....did I mention the glass is always half empty for me?
I had shopped for appropriate clothing, I wanted something which said "I'm proud to be Indian and love India and even though I'm fleeing the country and can't wait to go to Amreeka and see disneyland, I have every intention of coming back to my country and opening hospitals and schools and providing clean drinking water and better toilet facilities"....turns out thats too much to ask for out of a piece of clothing, so I settled for a stupid green tee shirt over my jeans...
So, anyway on the day of my interview, I notice that my tee has a deceptively low neckline and is showing inappropriate amount of cleavage when I bend even slightly, I didnt notice this before. This is not good, I need to project an image of seriousness, I'm a studious girl going to do my Phd, flashing the Visa officer might not be a good idea. I make a mental note not to bend or make any sudden movements the whole day.
Catch a 12 35 train, reach Mahalaxmi at 1 15 pm, cab drivers look at me contemptously and openly sneer at me and pretend to not know what a US embassy is. finally, find a cabbie willing, but end up at the wrong place, its already 2 15 pm. A security gaurd nearby is nice enough to give me directions, I reach lincoln house at 2 25, am almost run over by a bus while crossing the road. the bus driver swears at me, I call him a fucking bastard right back , but I dont think he hears me, instead I'm enveloped by the exhaust fumes of the Bus.
After the frisking and fingerprinting (just like jail, except for the blonde women), I take my pink coupon and wait with the rest of them hopefuls. There's this TV screen, showing images of the Statue of liberty, Niagara falls and some other pretty places I dont recognize. I decide to not look at the big screen anymore, am weary of subliminal messages on govt propaganda that might be coming through.
Notice cute skinny boy has pulled up a chair next to me. Avoid looking at him, and stare at the ceiling .He asks me how long I've been waiting, I say 15 mins...then continue staring at the ceiling, dont really like talking to strangers and making painful small talk. But he persists, and pretty soon we're deciding on which VO (Visa Officer) looks the meanest and which one is handing those visas out like its nobody's business. We decide the lady with the big blonde hair looks most evil. Her hair is scary, like it could eat you up when you're in the cubicle with her.
He apparently is going to new york too, for an MS in Architecture. We discuss new york weather and conclude the only thing we know is that it gets shit cold. Then he gets called for his interview, I wish him luck but am annoyed that he gets called first even though I came in before him. But, not for long because my turn comes soon after, and I meet the VO, who's this pretty blonde woman ( not the one with the nasty hair).
This is how it goes
VO: what r u going to be studying?
Me: I tell her (I think she started to get bored, even I was bored of the bull shit I was going on about, she ignores me midway and starts to speak with another one of the 100 million blonde women there)
VO: (staring hard at her computer screen) So, ur going for a PhD?
Me: Yes, I am.
VO: what will u do after ur phd?
Me: more BS( she's again losing interest...I try and spice things up by throwing in something about saving the world one test tube at a time or something...no laughter...tough crowd)
VO: (Now staring at her screen and pressing keys furiously)
Me: (Wondering if she's doing something with my application, or as i suspect more accurately, playing Counterstike secretly with her fellow VOs)
finally...VO: your visa has been granted, your passport will be couriered to u within 2 days
Me: THANKYOU (I say this with a big ridiculous grin on my face and wonder for a moment whether it would be appropriate for me to hug the glass that separates us... then decide against it, dont want to come on too strong)
On my way out, exchange High fives with cute skinny boy and notice he's still in line for his interview.
Exit the Visa Centre and take pains to cross road carefully as dont want to be run over by oncoming traffic, would like to visit disneyland before I die.
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
I've been tagged....not really
I am officially out of ideas,I can't think of anything to blog about so I'm going to take the easy way out and Tag myself. The way it works is that a fellow blogger tags u, then u have to answer the tag and in the end, tag someone else. Its a good system if u know fellow bloggers,I don't, so I'm tagging myself....its sort of the real world equivalent of sending a birthday card to yourself...only slightly less sad.
What curse word do you use the most? I say "Fuck" a lot, but I'm trying to cut down, so I end up saying "effing" and thats just lame.
Do you own an iPod? no
Who on your MySpace "Top 8" do you talk to the most? I'm not on myspace
What time is your alarm clock set for? 7 30 am...I like to aim high
What color is your room? purple, but its not really my room
Flip flops or sneakers? Flip flops, I think I was born in them.
Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture? neither
What was the last movie you watched? Inside man...i managed to get through half of it, before falling asleep.
Do any of your friends have children? not that they know of
Has anyone ever called you lazy? yes, but must you bring it up.
Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster? I need medication to keep me awake
What CD is currently in your CD player? I havent used my cd player in ages, in my mp3 player though, I have some beatles, greenday,Sublime, Incubus, Don Maclean, Kt tunstall and some sean paul
Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? Bournvita, thats what I want
Has anyone told you a secret this week? After the last secret which I kept for almost 2 years and almost got me disowned, everybody keep ur secrets to yourself!
Who was the last person to call you? Super Unconcious girl
Do you think people talk about you behind your back? Everbody needs a hobby
Did you watch cartoons as a child? no, I only saw foreign language films
How many siblings do you have? 2, younger bro and older sis
Are you shy around the opposite sex? I'm shy around most people, sex doesnt matter
What movie do you know every line to? not even one
Do you own any band t-shirts? Like those Metallica and Sum41 tees that my brother wears...no, I wouldnt be caught dead in them
What is your favorite salad dressing? I dont eat grass, gimme red meat anyday
Do you read for fun? yes sir
Do you cry a lot? no, not really
Who was the last person to text message you? those hutch folks,promising me a free return trip to Goa
Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop? desktop...and now a laptop
Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo? not particularly
What is the weather like? its all orange outside, nice n cool
Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos? as long as he didnt have some wierd skin infection too
Is sex before marriage wrong? No, it makes sense to me.
When was the last time you slept on the floor? Whenever we have a lot of family over and too few beds, I'm relegated to the floor
How many hours of sleep do you need to function? 8 or more
Are you in love or lust? both, though not necessarily at the same time.
Are your days full and fast-paced? they're pretty laid back
Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? I only look at the back of packages to find out if they're giving free stuff
How old will you be turning on your next birthday? 24...
Are you picky about spelling and grammar? as long as I get what is being said.
Have you ever been to Six Flags? I dont even know what that is.
Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? I get along with girls, boys and everybody in between
Do you like cottage cheese? its a poor substitute for chicken
Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back? I'm asleep, I dont really know
Have you ever bid for something on eBay? no, I dont have cash to spare
Do you enjoy giving hugs? only to super lupe, I dont like touchy feely people
What song did you last sing out loud? my humps...black eyed peas (hides face in embarrasment)
What is your favorite TV show? lOST, before it started to suck
Which celebrity, dead or alive, would like to have lunch with? George clooney can take me out for lunch anytime.
Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? Before every weekly lab meeting at my last job, where the Boss would remind us, that we were wasting her money and were a bunch of idiots.
What one thing do you wish you had? a large inheritance
Everyone who reads this, consider yourself tagged.
What curse word do you use the most? I say "Fuck" a lot, but I'm trying to cut down, so I end up saying "effing" and thats just lame.
Do you own an iPod? no
Who on your MySpace "Top 8" do you talk to the most? I'm not on myspace
What time is your alarm clock set for? 7 30 am...I like to aim high
What color is your room? purple, but its not really my room
Flip flops or sneakers? Flip flops, I think I was born in them.
Would you rather take the picture or be in the picture? neither
What was the last movie you watched? Inside man...i managed to get through half of it, before falling asleep.
Do any of your friends have children? not that they know of
Has anyone ever called you lazy? yes, but must you bring it up.
Do you ever take medication to help you fall asleep faster? I need medication to keep me awake
What CD is currently in your CD player? I havent used my cd player in ages, in my mp3 player though, I have some beatles, greenday,Sublime, Incubus, Don Maclean, Kt tunstall and some sean paul
Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk? Bournvita, thats what I want
Has anyone told you a secret this week? After the last secret which I kept for almost 2 years and almost got me disowned, everybody keep ur secrets to yourself!
Who was the last person to call you? Super Unconcious girl
Do you think people talk about you behind your back? Everbody needs a hobby
Did you watch cartoons as a child? no, I only saw foreign language films
How many siblings do you have? 2, younger bro and older sis
Are you shy around the opposite sex? I'm shy around most people, sex doesnt matter
What movie do you know every line to? not even one
Do you own any band t-shirts? Like those Metallica and Sum41 tees that my brother wears...no, I wouldnt be caught dead in them
What is your favorite salad dressing? I dont eat grass, gimme red meat anyday
Do you read for fun? yes sir
Do you cry a lot? no, not really
Who was the last person to text message you? those hutch folks,promising me a free return trip to Goa
Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop? desktop...and now a laptop
Are you currently wanting any piercings or tattoo? not particularly
What is the weather like? its all orange outside, nice n cool
Would you ever date someone covered in tattoos? as long as he didnt have some wierd skin infection too
Is sex before marriage wrong? No, it makes sense to me.
When was the last time you slept on the floor? Whenever we have a lot of family over and too few beds, I'm relegated to the floor
How many hours of sleep do you need to function? 8 or more
Are you in love or lust? both, though not necessarily at the same time.
Are your days full and fast-paced? they're pretty laid back
Do you pay attention to calories on the back of packages? I only look at the back of packages to find out if they're giving free stuff
How old will you be turning on your next birthday? 24...
Are you picky about spelling and grammar? as long as I get what is being said.
Have you ever been to Six Flags? I dont even know what that is.
Do you get along better with the same or opposite sex? I get along with girls, boys and everybody in between
Do you like cottage cheese? its a poor substitute for chicken
Do you sleep on your side, tummy, or back? I'm asleep, I dont really know
Have you ever bid for something on eBay? no, I dont have cash to spare
Do you enjoy giving hugs? only to super lupe, I dont like touchy feely people
What song did you last sing out loud? my humps...black eyed peas (hides face in embarrasment)
What is your favorite TV show? lOST, before it started to suck
Which celebrity, dead or alive, would like to have lunch with? George clooney can take me out for lunch anytime.
Last time you had butterflies in your stomach? Before every weekly lab meeting at my last job, where the Boss would remind us, that we were wasting her money and were a bunch of idiots.
What one thing do you wish you had? a large inheritance
Everyone who reads this, consider yourself tagged.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
Ghana wins 2-0
Yay!!Ghana won!...even for a soccer noob like me that was a cool match.
Heading off toWikipedia now to find out what an offside is...hee
Heading off to
The High School years
In school, 12th grade I think, this girl transferred to my class, she was obviously uncomfortable being the new girl, didnt help that she was quiet and wasnt those instantly popular girls who magnetically attract people towards them. So anyway, I'm no friendly bug either, there were the occasional Hi's and bye's, but I never made an attempt to know her, I would soon be finishing school and was looking forward to not having to meet most of these people who so obviously did not recognize my brilliance.
And then we were made to sit with each other, I was cheesed off because your bench mate is almost like your partner in crime, the thelma to my louise and my thelma was moving to some corner of the class while I was saddled with some girl whom I had never heard speak (not that I was a big talker either).
So, first there was the uncomfortable silence, then the awkward small talk then the common bitching about the world, woe is me and all that stuff that people stuck in shitty places bond over. I realised soon though,that she was bloody cool (and there are very few people who I think are bloody cool).
She had this mad snarky sense of humour which came along with a deadpan delivery. I was impressed. Painful physics lectures werent so bad anymore, because we could laugh at our failure to understand anything about fluid dynamics...yes, we were equally stupid about these things. I introduced her to my set of friends (wasnt a set so much as a ...umm..ok, it was just one person) and we hung out, or as much as you can hang out in a fascist nazi school, that restricted all free movement.
But there was something wierd about her, she seemed sad always,unhappy...and once in passing, she told me she sometimes thought she'd rather die...stop, hold the phone, kill herself?? I didnt know what to say,was she joking? sure, after a particulary bad day, I too am known to say stuff like "somebody shoot me", and it would be just like her to throw in something shocking like that. I asked her about it, and she brushed it aside , making a joke out of it. I went on about how she had no reason to think such a thing, school wasnt so bad , we'd only have to study physics for the next 5 months and she laughed that off and that's when it hit me, she seemed lonely, that was the word I was looking for.
And so I wondered, here was someone who was so obviously smart, witty, incredibly funny and interesting and no one knew about it besides a few of us. Nobody bothered to talk to her (myself included). To me, she was the coolest person I knew in school by then, others barely noticed her. It made me mad to think that she would be ignored because in the fickle world of high school, she didnt make the cut of Pretty girl/jock/super genius/ass kissers etc.
So we all graduated, exchanged addresses, promised to be soul sisters etc, I left for Mumbai, she left for hyderabad and we lost touch.
I have no idea what happened to her, but I suddenly thought of her the other day.I certainly wish I had been a better friend.
And mostly I wonder, how many really wonderful people are hidden amongst us, lonely people who no one bothered to talk to. I'm just glad I met one of them.
And that concludes my most gay post ever.
And then we were made to sit with each other, I was cheesed off because your bench mate is almost like your partner in crime, the thelma to my louise and my thelma was moving to some corner of the class while I was saddled with some girl whom I had never heard speak (not that I was a big talker either).
So, first there was the uncomfortable silence, then the awkward small talk then the common bitching about the world, woe is me and all that stuff that people stuck in shitty places bond over. I realised soon though,that she was bloody cool (and there are very few people who I think are bloody cool).
She had this mad snarky sense of humour which came along with a deadpan delivery. I was impressed. Painful physics lectures werent so bad anymore, because we could laugh at our failure to understand anything about fluid dynamics...yes, we were equally stupid about these things. I introduced her to my set of friends (wasnt a set so much as a ...umm..ok, it was just one person) and we hung out, or as much as you can hang out in a fascist nazi school, that restricted all free movement.
But there was something wierd about her, she seemed sad always,unhappy...and once in passing, she told me she sometimes thought she'd rather die...stop, hold the phone, kill herself?? I didnt know what to say,was she joking? sure, after a particulary bad day, I too am known to say stuff like "somebody shoot me", and it would be just like her to throw in something shocking like that. I asked her about it, and she brushed it aside , making a joke out of it. I went on about how she had no reason to think such a thing, school wasnt so bad , we'd only have to study physics for the next 5 months and she laughed that off and that's when it hit me, she seemed lonely, that was the word I was looking for.
And so I wondered, here was someone who was so obviously smart, witty, incredibly funny and interesting and no one knew about it besides a few of us. Nobody bothered to talk to her (myself included). To me, she was the coolest person I knew in school by then, others barely noticed her. It made me mad to think that she would be ignored because in the fickle world of high school, she didnt make the cut of Pretty girl/jock/super genius/ass kissers etc.
So we all graduated, exchanged addresses, promised to be soul sisters etc, I left for Mumbai, she left for hyderabad and we lost touch.
I have no idea what happened to her, but I suddenly thought of her the other day.I certainly wish I had been a better friend.
And mostly I wonder, how many really wonderful people are hidden amongst us, lonely people who no one bothered to talk to. I'm just glad I met one of them.
And that concludes my most gay post ever.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
When the shit hits the fan...
Everything's gone to hell, I expected as much, but still, to see it actually happen is almost too much to take. I can't talk about details because its too personal, but I still want to say something, because the tension and the waiting is killing me, and I dont know what else to do.Its easy now in hindsight, to think and say, "well I could have done that".....coulda/woulda/shoulda...if only life were that easy, I still think I did what I thought was best, was it indeed the best thing to do? I dont know, but thats what I thought at the time, still do, but people close to me are hurt, disappointed and I wonder if things will get back to normal...a part of me thinks it will eventually, time is the great healer and all that crap...and a part of me wonders what was normal anyway? Wasnt there enough resentment, anger,unsaid words... that something had to give.
I am glad its now out in the open atleast, things will only get worse, but atleast the lying has stopped (somewhere at the back of my mind i wonder though, how little I was bothered with all the lies, I wonder what that says about me)
The next few days are going to be ugly, messy, painful and I probably wont blog much, or maybe I will, I think it would be just like me to write some idiotic post about magic raincoats or something, anything to escape the shit that I find myself in.
For one person atleast, I hope we are all able to get past this.
I have now been staring at my screen for the last 15 mins, debating whether I should delete all of this, I am embarrased at my soppy outburst... but I'm going to keep it I think,not because I want sympathy from my blog readers (the cynic in me says you don't have any readers anyway),infact I'm afraid people will judge me too harshly... but because years from now I want to say that atleast once, I was honest about my feelings......even if to a bunch of faceless strangers.
I am glad its now out in the open atleast, things will only get worse, but atleast the lying has stopped (somewhere at the back of my mind i wonder though, how little I was bothered with all the lies, I wonder what that says about me)
The next few days are going to be ugly, messy, painful and I probably wont blog much, or maybe I will, I think it would be just like me to write some idiotic post about magic raincoats or something, anything to escape the shit that I find myself in.
For one person atleast, I hope we are all able to get past this.
I have now been staring at my screen for the last 15 mins, debating whether I should delete all of this, I am embarrased at my soppy outburst... but I'm going to keep it I think,not because I want sympathy from my blog readers (the cynic in me says you don't have any readers anyway),infact I'm afraid people will judge me too harshly... but because years from now I want to say that atleast once, I was honest about my feelings......even if to a bunch of faceless strangers.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
When things go wrong...
I feel like I lost my two best friends, I should have known better, you never mix your whites with colours. Two of my favouritest t-shirts are now an ugly shade of yellow. You know those clothes, which no matter how you felt before, but once you wore them u were all happy and thought "I'm bloody gorgeous" (so what if no one else agreed)...well I no longer have these happy clothes. This makes me sad. I have yet to find the offending source of yellow, but rest assured when I do I will destroy it so it can no longer cause pain and suffering...sniff
My Washing machine malfunction wasnt the worst part of the day, for the better part of the morning I was at the Passport office trying to fix a mistake with my name in my passport.
The first guy I enquired with, convinced me that it would be easily taken care off, that I was silly to panic , that it would be corrected in 2 mins just round the corner.
Of course I didnt believe a bleeding word he said, which is good, because when I went to the counter he directed me to, the lady looked at me, looked at my passport and told me, " Nothing can be done " and then proceeded to ignore me and speak to the man trying to shove his way in front of me. Not willing to be brushed off so easily, I asked her again, she told me that since my passport wasnt issued in India, no correction/ammendment could be made, that I should go to the indian embassy in the country where it was issued and do things there. What? was she serious, its a bloody Indian passport, I'm Indian and I have to go to another country to get things done.?..murderous thoughts started to develop, I contemplated whether she was on drugs and so obviously had no idea what she was saying.
After my repeated attempts at trying to get a useful answer from her and her increasingly irritated "no madam, hum kucch nahi kar sakte" replies, she finally told me to go see the superintendent, who proceeded to give me the same set of answers. After a lot of haranguing, during which he kept acting as if I was trying to get him to do something illegal ,...he finally (perhaps seeing my defeated face) says softly, "Well, I suppose you can get a booklet with the ammendment"....what???? a booklet? I have argued with these idiots for around 2 hrs and nobody has mentioned the option of getting a fucking booklet. Why not tell me about this magical booklet when I asked first? Whats the big secret?
So anyway, to cut a long agonizing story short I'll be getting a fancy booklet added to my passport...I doubt this is the end of my Passport woes, but next time I'm just hitching a ride with Superman, who needs a passport anyway...
My Washing machine malfunction wasnt the worst part of the day, for the better part of the morning I was at the Passport office trying to fix a mistake with my name in my passport.
The first guy I enquired with, convinced me that it would be easily taken care off, that I was silly to panic , that it would be corrected in 2 mins just round the corner.
Of course I didnt believe a bleeding word he said, which is good, because when I went to the counter he directed me to, the lady looked at me, looked at my passport and told me, " Nothing can be done " and then proceeded to ignore me and speak to the man trying to shove his way in front of me. Not willing to be brushed off so easily, I asked her again, she told me that since my passport wasnt issued in India, no correction/ammendment could be made, that I should go to the indian embassy in the country where it was issued and do things there. What? was she serious, its a bloody Indian passport, I'm Indian and I have to go to another country to get things done.?..murderous thoughts started to develop, I contemplated whether she was on drugs and so obviously had no idea what she was saying.
After my repeated attempts at trying to get a useful answer from her and her increasingly irritated "no madam, hum kucch nahi kar sakte" replies, she finally told me to go see the superintendent, who proceeded to give me the same set of answers. After a lot of haranguing, during which he kept acting as if I was trying to get him to do something illegal ,...he finally (perhaps seeing my defeated face) says softly, "Well, I suppose you can get a booklet with the ammendment"....what???? a booklet? I have argued with these idiots for around 2 hrs and nobody has mentioned the option of getting a fucking booklet. Why not tell me about this magical booklet when I asked first? Whats the big secret?
So anyway, to cut a long agonizing story short I'll be getting a fancy booklet added to my passport...I doubt this is the end of my Passport woes, but next time I'm just hitching a ride with Superman, who needs a passport anyway...
Monday, June 12, 2006
Mika needs to work on his french
I woke up today to the images of Daler Mehendi's idiot brother Mika tryng to swallow Rakhi Sawant....thats how it looked to me anyway...what was he trying to do? I can't believe people at that party are justifying it by saying she kissed him first, a peck on the cheek does not mean he can go ahead and play tonsil hockey. I know I don't know these two people, or if there's any history involved, but in my book, that was not cool, dude. Maybe this Mika was drunk and horny at his party, whatever, but you can't just go around forcibly frenching people...and ewwww, but that just looks disgusting. So, yes, she has every right to complain about it.
I thought about putting up the pics here, but I want to spare everyone the ensuing nightmares and the therapy, that I will obviously need to get those images out of my head...but you can go and read the whole story here
This brings me to another pet peeve of mine, the whole "she was asking for it", "she had it coming", "But she was wearing a mini skirt" argument most people give. Nobody asks to be molested, nobody asks to be raped, you're a fucking asshole if you think that just because some one is not dressed according to your standards of decency, it means she's "loose" or "easy" and you know what, maybe she is loose and easy but that doesnt give you the right to have sex with her against her will.
There, I'm done with my ranting. I'll try and keep my next post about more pleasant things like puppies and bunny rabbits.
I thought about putting up the pics here, but I want to spare everyone the ensuing nightmares and the therapy, that I will obviously need to get those images out of my head...but you can go and
This brings me to another pet peeve of mine, the whole "she was asking for it", "she had it coming", "But she was wearing a mini skirt" argument most people give. Nobody asks to be molested, nobody asks to be raped, you're a fucking asshole if you think that just because some one is not dressed according to your standards of decency, it means she's "loose" or "easy" and you know what, maybe she is loose and easy but that doesnt give you the right to have sex with her against her will.
There, I'm done with my ranting. I'll try and keep my next post about more pleasant things like puppies and bunny rabbits.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Random thoughts of a depressed Superhero
I had an aweful day today, one of those days when I've felt more invisible than super.
My Sis left the country, I'm going to miss her whiny NRI ass. I made some embarrasingly stupid mistake with my visa application, I caught it just in time (thanks to MR, my visa buddy) , I'm also having a bad hair day, the reason for which I chose to wear a bandanna the whole day (is that even cool anymore?), we were stuck in traffic for ages, nothing was moving, except the noxious fumes coming from the big fat truck in front.
I'd say I want a vacation, but I'm already on one....
I had plans of going on a BNHS nature trail tommorrow, but I dont feel like going anymore. Apparently u need to show up by 7 30 am...I'm not a morning person, 7 30 am sounds horrendous...to be in goregaon at 7 30, i would have to leave home at 6 45, which means I would have to wake up by 5 30 (I have a long morning routine), which means I should have been asleep 3 hrs ago. What is it with these BNHS people, all their stuff happens at the break of dawn...are sleep deprived people better with nature? I dont know, i just get more crankier.
Speaking of the outdoors, I love to trek, but its been a while since i did that last. I've gone rapelling a few times, and even went waterfall rapelling, which is some scary shit, I was pretty sure I was going to fall and drown and/or fall and break all my bones and then drown. I survived and lived to blog about it....which is a good thing btw.
I realised something about myself the other day, I am an indiscriminate dancer, I will dance to any fucking crap, stuff, i might otherwise consider too bloody stoopid to listen to, I will happily dance to at a club, while my friends with more discernable taste watch in horror and try to pretend they're not with me. I dont know why i do this, I publicly denounce himmesh reshammiya, but will still dance to his aweful music...though this could probably have something to do with the vodka I'm holding in my hand while dancing.
The world cup is here...I cant even muster enough enthusiasm to pretend I care. Though I thought I should root for some team, so on principle, I'm going with all the african teams. I just feel like the underdogs could use some support and so pledge my loyalty, as long as it doesnt involve face paint and u know doing anything, like actually watching the games.
Hmm...u know I feel better already, there's nothing like a brand new post to make me feel accomplished. BTW, I'm aiming at a mimimum of 3 new posts per week, apparently, any lesser than that, you're not considered a serious blogger. At this rate, I might have to start blogging about what I had for breakfast or I'll have to make up stuff...oh wait, i already do that.
My Sis left the country, I'm going to miss her whiny NRI ass. I made some embarrasingly stupid mistake with my visa application, I caught it just in time (thanks to MR, my visa buddy) , I'm also having a bad hair day, the reason for which I chose to wear a bandanna the whole day (is that even cool anymore?), we were stuck in traffic for ages, nothing was moving, except the noxious fumes coming from the big fat truck in front.
I'd say I want a vacation, but I'm already on one....
I had plans of going on a BNHS nature trail tommorrow, but I dont feel like going anymore. Apparently u need to show up by 7 30 am...I'm not a morning person, 7 30 am sounds horrendous...to be in goregaon at 7 30, i would have to leave home at 6 45, which means I would have to wake up by 5 30 (I have a long morning routine), which means I should have been asleep 3 hrs ago. What is it with these BNHS people, all their stuff happens at the break of dawn...are sleep deprived people better with nature? I dont know, i just get more crankier.
Speaking of the outdoors, I love to trek, but its been a while since i did that last. I've gone rapelling a few times, and even went waterfall rapelling, which is some scary shit, I was pretty sure I was going to fall and drown and/or fall and break all my bones and then drown. I survived and lived to blog about it....which is a good thing btw.
I realised something about myself the other day, I am an indiscriminate dancer, I will dance to any fucking crap, stuff, i might otherwise consider too bloody stoopid to listen to, I will happily dance to at a club, while my friends with more discernable taste watch in horror and try to pretend they're not with me. I dont know why i do this, I publicly denounce himmesh reshammiya, but will still dance to his aweful music...though this could probably have something to do with the vodka I'm holding in my hand while dancing.
The world cup is here...I cant even muster enough enthusiasm to pretend I care. Though I thought I should root for some team, so on principle, I'm going with all the african teams. I just feel like the underdogs could use some support and so pledge my loyalty, as long as it doesnt involve face paint and u know doing anything, like actually watching the games.
Hmm...u know I feel better already, there's nothing like a brand new post to make me feel accomplished. BTW, I'm aiming at a mimimum of 3 new posts per week, apparently, any lesser than that, you're not considered a serious blogger. At this rate, I might have to start blogging about what I had for breakfast or I'll have to make up stuff...oh wait, i already do that.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
I have no scruples apparently....
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thats it???? Are the good people at blogthings saying I would run over dogs, amputate my legs, become a racist celibate just for some $200,000? damn, I'm cheap...
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
My Top 3 lists
I've blogged twice about the weather already, this can't be good, I think i need to juice things up a bit, so I'm going to make lists, lots of them...
Top 3 things that are making me very angry right now
1. Pedestrians who come in my way when I'm driving
2. cars who try to run me over when I'm walking
3. Rahul mahajan and his druggie posse , that apollo hospital and their half assed denials and conspiracy theories. So, u snorted heroin, own up to it, stop with all the crap about how u'll thought it was talcum powder or sugar or fairy dust.....
Top 3 things that are making me very happy right now
1. my blog, its like therapy, my arm chair crusading against all things that piss me
off.
2. Hugs from Super lupe
3. I was put on hold on the phone just now and they were playing that super mario music...that made me happy for some reason...i know, I'm easily pleased
Top 3 things that bored/bore me to death
1. watching Da Vinci code, the movie...that was a good 3 hr nap
2. Malls, all of them , in all shapes, sizes and price range, they all suck
3. Cricket
Top 3 things I've been saying a lot these days
1. "So, whats the POA?"........thts plan of action btw, for those not in with my cool lingo
2."dude"....i say this to a boy, girl, dog ,anyone...
3." I think we need to consider the possibility that you're an idiot"....ok, i dont say this, but I'd like to say this to many people.
My Top 3 names for celebrity babies
1.water melon.....for those who like to name their kids after perishables, its a good name, that way in school his/her friends can call him/her melonhead...what fun!
2.shaliyoh....its a kenyan-namibian-zambian name with nigerian influences and means "I want world peace and I am the light of the world and I like to poop in my pants", it works on many levels.
3. Fcuk .....for those who like to name their loved ones after designer labels
Top 3 things that are making me very angry right now
1. Pedestrians who come in my way when I'm driving
2. cars who try to run me over when I'm walking
3. Rahul mahajan and his druggie posse , that apollo hospital and their half assed denials and conspiracy theories. So, u snorted heroin, own up to it, stop with all the crap about how u'll thought it was talcum powder or sugar or fairy dust.....
Top 3 things that are making me very happy right now
1. my blog, its like therapy, my arm chair crusading against all things that piss me
off.
2. Hugs from Super lupe
3. I was put on hold on the phone just now and they were playing that super mario music...that made me happy for some reason...i know, I'm easily pleased
Top 3 things that bored/bore me to death
1. watching Da Vinci code, the movie...that was a good 3 hr nap
2. Malls, all of them , in all shapes, sizes and price range, they all suck
3. Cricket
Top 3 things I've been saying a lot these days
1. "So, whats the POA?"........thts plan of action btw, for those not in with my cool lingo
2."dude"....i say this to a boy, girl, dog ,anyone...
3." I think we need to consider the possibility that you're an idiot"....ok, i dont say this, but I'd like to say this to many people.
My Top 3 names for celebrity babies
1.water melon.....for those who like to name their kids after perishables, its a good name, that way in school his/her friends can call him/her melonhead...what fun!
2.shaliyoh....its a kenyan-namibian-zambian name with nigerian influences and means "I want world peace and I am the light of the world and I like to poop in my pants", it works on many levels.
3. Fcuk .....for those who like to name their loved ones after designer labels
The weather report.....brought to you by my windcheater
I can control the weather, I can, I really can. this wasnt part of my (limited) repertoire of super powers, it is one I have acquired of late. I have this magic windcheater, it gives me the ability to manipulate the weather. I can, for instance, cause it to rain or become incessantly sunny all of a sudden . It works fairly simply.The day I want it to be sunny, I take my windcheater out of the house with me, I carry it wherever I go. The presence of the aforementioned windcheater with me,initiates a series of complicated weather patterns, preventing any sort of precipitation. On the other hand, on days when I prefer it would rain, I simply have to leave my windcheater at home, and the weather patterns reverse and it starts pouring. In fact, the greater the distance between me and my windcheater, the more it rains .I am afraid this might have had something to do with the july 26th deluge, I had forgotten my windcheater at home that day and i feel real guilty about all the inconvenience it caused, but my windcheater hadnt revealed to me its real power then.
I will not divulge anymore details though, of this hallowed windcheater, lest it fall into wrong hands.But please let me know if there are particular days, like weddings, job interviews, exams etc when you would like the weather to be of the appropriate type , I'll see what I can do, I am after all here to serve the people.
I will not divulge anymore details though, of this hallowed windcheater, lest it fall into wrong hands.But please let me know if there are particular days, like weddings, job interviews, exams etc when you would like the weather to be of the appropriate type , I'll see what I can do, I am after all here to serve the people.
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