Gourmet!
 Okay….I am back….after quite sometime now Too busy to think of what to write, too lazy to type it out But something I read this morning had me thinking, Am I like this? The women being picky eaters thingy, that’s what I am talking about Susie Derkins autopsies her sandwich and eats the ingredients one by one Sally from Harry met sally allegedly takes half an hour to order a sandwich All these had me thinking; Hey, isn’t that normal, isn’t that what most people do? My friends feel otherwise Apparently, there aren’t many who 1. Rip a chicken burger apart and remove the faintest trace of onion and leave minimum lettuce behind to chew on 2. Order a fruit salad to the bewildered vendor without pineapple (yummy, but too much heat), Papaya (hate that fruit!), apples (they’re never fresh) and sometimes melons (too many seeds!). That leaves out just a banana. I bet the guy thought why not handover that (A)kela to this lady without bothering to chop it and put it in a bowl! 3. Glass of milk at night. Normal. No sugar please. Not normal (!!!). And real good if milk is not boiled (raw?!). Need professional help!!!!!! 4. Love lemon chicken. But none of that chef’s special lemon sauce on it please! (would you rather gobble up Mac D’s mcnuggets?!) 5. Pizza for lunch, with extra cheese. But strictly coke zero only. Duh! 6. None of that red chutney inside my crispy masala dosa please! I’m a Tam and I eat like one :P 7. Don’t need no ketchup as side dish for my burger, pizza etc. 8. Can’t stand anything coconutty, but can kill for a spicy chutney, that tendor coconut dessert and the wily intoxicating thenga paal and aappam (do they put coconut in that yummy crab masala?) 9. Rough edged, freshly baked bread sandwiches from upper crust which apparently could give a bleeding mouth to otherwise normal humans (hello!...eat healthy!) 10. Don’t eat no raw onions. Bad Breath has never been in. What? You said garlic flavoured cashews, Onion-tomato-chilly-garlic chutney, Walker’s Cheese onion and Lays American cheese onion stink just as much? How can they? I love them all! P.S: what? Title doesn’t fit?...the hell it doesn’t! only someone who has tried every flavour knows which needs to be left out and which should never be missed! :P Song On: Bombay Rockers’ Sajna Ve Mood: Funny :)
  Phir bhi dil hai hindustaniMost of us Indians are often traveling abroad these days, some stay back for good Other enjoy the spoils and return… But no matter where we go, there still would be certain stubborn truly Indian traits in our blood that we just can't seem to shake off! Here's my 2 cents!
P.S: erm….You might wonder how many of these could have applied to me…I am not answering that question :P
La Belle Sans Mercy ;)Statutory Warning: This is a work of art. However, bloody aftermath feared once read. Extreme caution advised. Prelude: There are 2 kinds of people in the world. Those who can write poems, and those who can’t Dedicated to Jaan Beats, Will-i-am Shiekhs Fear and Mirza Kha-le-ab… In Memory of Bunty, Goldy, Chintoo, Muntoo, Gonchoo MGM ‘Dizzy’ World…oops Metro Goldwyn Mayer proudly presents…. In association with Sticks and Stones A Rotten Tomatoes & Eggs. Production All right I won’t drag it anymore…finally, here it is…my very first poem!!! When I first saw your face I wondered at God’s biggest mistake! When you opened your mouth to speak I knew I got stuck with a freak… Your smile filled my world with light Do you chew Orbit White? You like wearing purple and peach I’d have loved to stroll with you on the beach You were there for me when I was sad and blue I can’t think of anything to rhyme with this but glue You walked into my life straight from my dreams, In your lose T shirt and ill fitting jeans. Never ever let go of this bond please, Can you order for me Macaroni and cheese? I see you every where when my eyes roll You're blocking my sight you troll! From the moment I saw you, I was all yours But now can you pay the bill I got after talking with you for hours?! I never believed in angels until I saw you But, I now know at least devils exist, yes they do! Every single moment of my life I would miss you You’d be the greatest fool if you thought this was true Every little thing about you makes me go crazy I forgot my glasses, so the screen looks hazy :P I hear your voice ringing in my ears That you’ll follow me everywhere, confirming the worst of my fears… Now I want to run from you, Which I would, once I find my lost shoe I know, it’s high time I ended this And let the bloggers get back to their state of bliss But wait, there can’t be a love song without the word ‘moon’ So I’d be seeing you all soon ;) My sincere thanks to Lyte Funky Ones, KK and Gils for your inspiration. P.S: This work is a result of a serious complex I got after reading poems on almost every blog. So here’s my stab at it! BTW, no points for guessing who the merciless belle in the title is ;) P.P.S: I have been asked by the likes of Shakira, Wyclef Jean And even our very own Simbu to pen songs for them. Song On: LFO’s Summer Girls Mood: Crazy
North East West SouthReporting live from Abhi and Aish’s Shaadi; the Baratis are ready and waiting, we got everyone from Show Rok Khan to Rithik who has been shaking a leg at the barat waiting to get in. The place is crawling with photo… Switch… Breaking news: Raul Gandhi calls senior Congress leaders morons, Sushma Svar Raj accuses Gandhi of stealing her speech ‘parchi’ We have the congress senior leader Mr. XYZ on line with us; Mr. XYZ, Raul Gandhi called you a moron. Do you have a comment Sir? ‘I have utmost respect for the Gandhi parivar. They can ask me to lick their…’ Switch… We interrupt our regular programme for a breaking news telecast. Jayalolita renders speech in hindi while canvassing in UP. Here’s the direct report from our correspondent in UP. Switch… The latest at Abhi Aish wedding is that the horse that Abhi was to ride seems to be shorter than the groom. Reports are suggesting for an elephant to be roped in. Some even suggested a Giraffe given the appearance of the groom. Meanwhile the Bride and the Groom were hidden in the hurricane cellar away from the prying eyes of the media. Switch… Top bollywood actress Vani upset at not being invited to Abhi Aish wedding. Vani yet to comment on the iss... Switch... Miss India World says she was voted the worst bo…. Switch…. Rakhi Balwant gets a lip job. Our corr…. Swoooshhh….Smasssshhhh….. Well that was my remote that went flying across the room :) A lazy me did not bother to step out and pick up the news paper and tried to get a hang of what was happening in the world by surfing news channels. I know, my mistake. The remote got hit for nothing :D Song On: Karunesh's Punjab Mood: Cool Labels: General
Much Ado About NothingGere sure missed the bus when it came to cross cultural sensitivity; or at least in his effort to display his ‘fondness’ for bollywood ended up striking an awkward pose on the dais with Shilpa. It sure could be one of the most embarrassing moments you’ve watched on Television, a faux paux, but an unforgivable offence..hehe…the sena mafia is making morons out of us Indians. I hope the world’s not listening to all this noise these guys are making. I’m just thinking what would have happened if Richard Gere had pulled off what Adrian Brody did in the Academy awards a few years back? ;) P.S: Did anyone see Bipasha trying to run off from him on the stage..the only elements missing were the hysterical cries of ‘Nahi Nahi!!!’… Bet Gere must be wishing the ground opened up and swallowed him after that debacle. Embarrassing for sure… Song on: Barso Re Mood: Cheerful Labels: General
Drive me crazyThat's soon going to be my dad's car's bumper sticker, if I continue driving it for a few more days :D My driving skills are definitely not a secret. My sister says when I am behind the wheel of a car, the whole scene morphs into Yama behind a buffalo's huge curvy horns... So this weekend, me tried to get rid of this effect. Somehow managed to convince dad that I have to drive his car. The only 2 cars that I've driven till now are the rickety Indica and Maruti 800 from the driving school. And on Saturday the chap from the school ended the lessons and gleefully ran off with the Maruti 800. Glad that he didn't have to carry it like a heap of metal in a bag. Well, he did wonder if I was ever going to make it coz the moment I took the wheel, I stared down and asked him, now which of these 3 fellas is the clutch, I just can't remember! The man looked at me for long and said 'M'am, this is your final class, you shouldn't say such things' Seeing that he was close to tears I said 'Alright alright, that's the only trouble I got. I'll be fine from here.' Sure I was fine. I wonder if that guy or anyone else on the road would have said the same about themselves! But we returned home alive and the car was still in a condition to be driven back to the school. But there goes the only vehicle I can try all my tricks on. What would Sat do now?! :-/ And then, my dad's Wagonr caught my eye. I turned and looked at him with a wry smile. He shot back a don't-even-think-about-it and quickly ran upstairs with the keys. After a lot of struggle and further appeal to high court (read mom), my case finally won and I was granted permission to drive my dad's car; subject to condition, he'll accompany me on the drive, and this will be on a road far from civilisation, haunted by species like me who are yet to learn the ways of the wild traffic. It's a straight road on the way to Coimbatore's Iskon, stone's throw away from my house. And everyone who drives anything here just can't handle it if so much as a feather crosses their path without announcing itself! I was disappointed that I wont get a lot of action, but I decided to make the most of it. My dad drove me to this desolate dingy place, and then said, well, she's all yours now. Boy was I ever glad :) The moment I took the wheel, my dad swore he could hear that Problem Child theme playing in his mind...and it continued to play in loops everytime I tried to scare that new bee aunty off the road, everytime I ran the car into the muddy path and took a turn, everytime I went a wee bit closer to the tree and braked, everytime I tried to turn the car into the national highway only to be stopped frantically by my dad almost throwing himself on the wheel...(aargghhh...next time i'll do it!). Finally dad decided he had had enough for a day and drove me back home. Suddenly Chief Justice momma wanted to see my driving skills and take pride. So evening we were out there again at dingy place, sans new bee aunty; but new bee girl learning a scooty, and a lot of..yeah lot of people on a walk enjoying a 'calm' evening. Well not anymore ;) By the time I was done chasing the scooty girl and stopping in front of the evening walkers without a warning and almost running over 2 hapless souls in an attempt to avoid an oncoming lorry, my mom decided that I was at best not to be unleashed on unsuspecting drivers in this part of the world. I am to drive an old Maruti, which I can drive enough to elope already, until I understand the value of human and automobile life. Until then the shiny big wigs of our house are off limits. :-( Next stop Bangalore, my sister's brrrand new Santro... ;) Song on: The Fray; How to save a life Mood: Cool
Se7ens and Ei8htsI don’t know if I have ‘selective’ amnesia, I rarely get this doubt …except may be at the time when I forgot that my 7 year old cousin was sitting behind me in my bicycle and I realized a tad bit too late that the cycle was a little bit lighter than it was when I started from home. Too bad coz when I looked back I saw a poofy, furious 7 year old get up from the muddy street and run towards my house screaming on top of her voice how I had tried to run her over…yikes! And may be at the time I completely forgot my brother’s German Shepherd following me around the house and ended up locking him in the garage for a whole night. I bet I thought I was going to die when I opened the door the next morning and saw him staring back at me! Or may be when I forgot the name of a friend whom I met in my office after a long time and an overturned id card not helping me much; and my face being as confused as Mr Bean, the lady took all but a second that as usual I had forgotten her name. But apart from that and those frequent occasions when I turn the entire room upside down searching for my glasses which were right there on my head, I never really had much trouble remembering most things in life….except numbers! Aaargghhh, don’t get me started on them coz I might never stop. I have a major problem with numbers. I can’t remember them to save my life! Phone numbers, account numbers, card numbers, birthdays, anniversaries, bus route numbers, door numbers, pin codes, my vehicle’s number and those god awful security numbers …who the hell came up with that idea of having numerical security pass codes?! I am one of those rare species who wanted to call home and ended up reaching a wrong number. I store my own phone number in my phone, I end up changing my mobile number once in every 2 months and I can’t remember a number after I have been through the pain of memorizing the next. I can’t remember, to be frank, what my Bangalore phone number is! I have friends who call me on their birthdays to remind me to wish them. Else they would have to go through the terribly embarrassing ordeal a close friend and an ally had to go through; I called her on her birthday; chatted for hours and ended up hanging up without a proper reply for her repeated ‘are you sure the purpose of your call is done?’ Apparently her brother was in splits after that conversation. So my friends usually call me up with a ‘wish me before it’s too late or you’ll come back tomorrow with a bucket full of Sorries’. Well it’s a different story that I got an account of mine locked by keying in my own birth date wrong. At times, my brain is useful enough to remember all the numbers, only it doesn’t bother about the order of their occurrence. So when I was stuck in MG road without my mobile, I had to try 5 numbers on a Re 1 phone before I could finally reach my brother in law with the last 1 rupee coin I had. And ATM pins! How can the most important thing in your life be a 4 digit number? Hey what about people like me huh? I never really try in vain to memorize that number. I just go to the ATM and key it from practice. The most important thing here being, I should never be conscious of my action, as in duping my brain to believe that it doesn’t have to hold this number, it’s there in some other secondary storage and so it won’t be burdened. But this one day I made this horrible mistake of pausing and thinking before keying in my pin and lo…my stupid brain throws out the most precious 4 digits. All that happening a day before I had to catch a flight to London and a second before I could withdraw the rent I had to pay my land lord. I stopped short of screaming in the ATM. I rushed back to my cubicle and sat there doing things to make my brain look away from the issue on hand, just like a mother trying to cajole her kid staring at that pointy tip of an injection needle. After 4 hours and 3 visits to the ATM and a call to icici to unlock my account, I had to go out of my way to make my visit to the ATM seem routine and I managed to enter the key right. Phew! That’s my pathos! Though I am thankful for the few thoughtful souls, like this friend of mine whose phone number’s last 5 digits is his name typed on the mobile’s keypad. Better but not good enough, as I still cant remember the first 5 digits…uh-oh! Song on: You know my name Mood: Sleepy
LostTaking off from where I left…. This is one more example to the previous post’s context and more importantly a lesson to be learnt, when you’re not the sharpest knife in the kitchen, better don’t open your mouth and make a fool of yourself :D And as usual, this incident is straight out of the famed forum in the office! Guy1: Thank God I wasn’t born in Brazil! Guy2: You sure you want to thank god for that? Trust me if you were born in Brazil, you won't stop saying ‘Oh God!’ ;) Guy3: Ahem, too much of ‘Oh God’ in a day is not advisable! Girl: What? How can you say saying God is not good? What else name do you take? That of a Brazillian Belly Dancer*? All 3 Guys: !!!!!! P.S: don’t ask me to explain the joke here….those who got it; happy ROTFL. * like I said, not the sharpest knife; It’s Samba in Brazil…Belly dancing is farther east! No, That's not the joke here :P Song On: Ay Hairathe Mood: Cool
KiriketIt’s cricket season, so I decided to throw in a post for the latest WC bug that seems to have bitten everyone :) I am not a superstitious person, in fact I don’t believe in chance, luck. I am a staunch advocate of the fact that if anything can turn things in your favour, it’s your own hard work and perseverance. But all of this ideology flies out of the window the moment India is playing. As a true patriot, I too wish that India wins in the end by hook or by crook (though it would take a miracle and a lot of ‘beautiful’ quotes from the likes of Siddhu and Gavaskar to achieve that now). So there you go, I have to make my own set of contributions to help the men in blue, as a matter of fact a lot of us do it. The craziest of such rituals me and me motley crew strongly believe in and most importantly, they actually work! 1. You badly need a wicket, step out for some fresh air for a few minutes, guys go for a quick smoke, coffee etc. you come back and lo there goes a wicket!...rushing to the rest room even if it is absolutely unnecessary apparently doubles the chances! 2. If you want to repeat a fab performance from an earlier match, all the items on the snack menu on that day would be present today as well. Some take this one step forward and wear the exact same dress, a few though don’t bother washing it though….nasty bunch I say! 3. If it’s a do or die match, make the most nervous member (which somehow is always yours truly) to miss the match, India will win it for sure and mostly it would be a historic one (the most successful one in this category was the 1999 WC match against Sri Lanka in which Gangs and Dravid were so awesome! My ‘friends’ sent me shopping for a few absolutely unnecessary stuff, making me run from one shop window to another looking out for the scores. I missed the entire Indian innings) 4. Pray! Yep, god apparently listens to your prayers mostly on these days, what else can he do when almost 1/4th of the world is crying out for one thing? I remembered we prayed fervently for rain in the 2003 finals, which we did get, but then no use :( 5. And a few bad omens as well, you expect a boundary or a 6 and are not batting an eyelid, and there screams your mobile to tear you away from the tv screen; the batsmen is sure to be dismissed before you end your call. We keep our mobiles switched off for this reason :) 6. We don’t finish out drink until Tendulkar has crossed 40. If one of us empties our glass before that, he’s gone for sure. But this technique has failed miserably lately as god hasn’t played the way he used to for years now :(( 7. Power cuts. They are often not bad, only on most occasions, a batsmen is gone by the time the lights are on again :( So you got any crazy rituals to narrate? :) Song on: Unakkul Naane Mood: Okay Labels: General
Ha Ha Very Funny!Girls are sweet, sensitive, caring, adorable…yeah yeah I just cant help bragging about us :P But there’s one department the fairer sex can hardly hold it’s head above the water…humour! Somehow, I have noticed that most girls have the funny nerve completely missing! You crack a decent joke, some get it after you autopsy the joke and explain them what it was all about and then they grin sheepishly back and say yeah… All you could do is roll your eye balls and look away. Sometimes wit and sarcasm are completely lost on most of us! Nobody’s perfect, not even women ;) Here are some interesting events I can remember when a girl completely proved the point I am trying to make: 1. A group of girly girls responding to a ‘clever’ quote ‘The key to being happily married is to keep changing husbands’; ‘God Sat! That’s an awful thought. I would always be faithful to my partner!’ Yeah sure, am glad for them :) 2. The short form CCD is used for 2 things in our office, Café Coffee Day and Computer and Communications Dept. Now this chap wanted to know what are the qualifications needed to apply for a position in the CCD (he obviously meant the latter). The wise guy in our forum pulled this gem of a reply to that saying that a Graduate should do for the Sales manager. For the rest 12th pass should suffice! While we were busy rolling on the floor laughing, this one perplexed lady replied wise guy saying ‘hey you got it all wrong, he was asking about the computer communications dept, not café coffee day!’ One of our menacing friends quipped ‘God, she actually figured out it was café coffee day he was talking about!’ Once again we got back to rolling on the floor laughing! [guess the housekeeping folks don’t have to mop our cubicle floors very often!] 3. Conversation with my friend: M.F: What’s this thing called *panama hat Me: Yeh kis chidiya ka nam hai? (which bird is that?) M.F: Oh, it’s a bird huh? Me: !!!!....well yeah, a small one, with flappy wings, really cute you see M.F: Oh…doesn’t quite fit in the context! Me: Halo!...Snap out of it, I was kidding! M.F: whatever for?! *forgot the context :P 4. Another one is right here buried in one of my old posts. Go here and check out in the comments section. Sorry, couldn’t resist including it ;) P.S: I’ve been hooked to this song Grace Kelly by Mika, absolutely catchy, can’t-stop-smiling material, and did I forget to tell you I love the video? It made my day... P.S.S: No offence, there are umpteen women who have a razor sharp wit….guess it’s a bit of extremes I guess ;) Song On: Grace Kelly Mood: Ecstatic!
India to me means...There's this portal in my office which features an intern every week. And how do they feel about working here. They had to put in that inevitable question 'India to me means....' uh-oh! Because most of the Caucasian, Mandarin blah blah blah think India is this over crowded place with awful roads and even more awful traffic, with cows running helter skelter...and god knows some might still be thinking about the elephants and the maharajas and the snake charmers! This is what most interns had to say about India; A society in which the coexistence of humans and animals is universally accepted and encouraged and the roads are shared by living creatures as well as all varieties of wheeled machines. A potpourri of color - with respect to clothing, food and the landscape. (Thankfully, so far, I have for the most part avoided mixing bright-colored food with light-colored clothing.) Diversity, cows, colors, dancing, singing, traffic, great food, honking, spices, impressing driving skills, opportunities, rickshaw drivers trying to cheat you, IT, dust, and hard working, ambitious, smiling & friendly people Cows’ paradise. They are the only ones before whom taxi drivers do not sound the horn. Well, there's one thing called sarcasm and another called sarcasm :) I bet most of these chaps here think that the cow is this country's national animal! Ask this india-to-me question to any foreigner who comes to this land, and he would say; curry, actually make that hot curry, people, crowd, cows, traffic, honking...diversity (no they don't mean the diversity in language, region yadda yadda yadda, but they mean the diversity in the fact that the sprawling IT campuses are surrounded by those itsy bitsy huts and dirt and dust. The sky scrapers in Mumbai are surrounded by those thatch roofed slums). Say these spicy curry loving folks only happen to dine in those expensive multi cuisine restaurants which we pick only if our company is paying the bill for what we hog. So much for the curry! I remember having seen a couple of amused tourists shooting a pic/video of a man relieving himself on the river banks while they stood on the bridge and giggled. What can I say! So here's what I got to say to all those firangs, you come to India, better know what you're walking into! That's the way this place is. Take it the way it is, and please don't even think about reminding us of our 'miseries'. Say did I ever blog about the numerous Indian, Asian, Egyptian artifacts, (not to mention the pride of the Tower of London, 'our very own' Kohinoor) that I saw displayed in museums all over United Kingdom and Europe?! Let's play it fair guys! And Indians, please do not ask this 'India to me means' question to them. Quite frankly, I know you don't give a damn what they think this country is like. So why even bother?! Aah, can I forget the disclaimer? Yeah, not all of them are like this, a few actually have really seen this country, gone places other than the great white thing in marble called the TAJ. And haven't been, much to my delight, irked up with the way things are in this part of the (third) world. P.S: I'm working from chennai now. Yet to explore the place my way though! Song On: Ipod is unwell :( Mood: Relaxed Labels: General
Blogger UnpluggedThey did it! :( Those inhuman heartless guys did it!!! They have pulled the plug on Blogger in my office so my visits are going to be really rare for a few weeks now! But without blogger,I could actually realise that I was neck deep in work ... So me gets back to work for sometime now. See you people after I reach Indian soil (though I might be dropping by occasionally before that as well) And did I tell you, I have been cursed to spend 3 months in Chennai? Yeah...I am surrounded by such good hearted samaritans Their idea of sending me 'home' ...Some one tell them not all Tamilians are from Chennai! Song On: Tujhse Naraz Zindagi Mood: Sad :( Labels: General
Very VIt's the V-day Everyone's up with a post, why should I be left behind But I don't have anything to write about :- And I suck big time writing mushy stuff So here's my ode to the big V! Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished.However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honour to meet you and you may call me V. Idhuvum sontha saraku illa...from the movie V for Vendetta and I don't know what on earth it means!...Love it :) But somehow talking about proposals, relationship, I can't help remembering these lines: 'Man says he loves me!..Think he'll propose if I win?' 'You win...*I'll* Propose!' Sweet!...it's not a conversation between 2 lovers, but a smiple exchange between a girl and her father figure. They're completely out of context. That's the point :) From the movie Million Dollar Baby.Love it! P.S: I can't remember more vain a post...absolutely Vain! Song on: Vindicated (dashboard conf) Mood: 'V'icked! Labels: General
To be or not to be....It's a sultry afternoon, an over crowded bus, and all you know is that the person standing next to you hasn't had a shower for days … You are seriously considering such people should be awarded capital punishment! But you'd rather not give up that seat, in all it's stinking glory…Oh no, it's still better than being mauled by the ruthless crowd in the bus…Worse still dancing to the tunes of the bus driver, swinging rocking at every turn…uh!....prefer the 'scent' rather. The bus stops at the next stop, spewing out people on the way, only to get in twice as many inside. Can't blame them, this is their last resort as the benevolent BMTC do not ply on this route regularly. In comes a lady carrying a toddler. 'Oh boy…she had to choose THIS bus of all!' This could have been any day, it could happen to anyone. Any woman can easily be in that lady's place, and any person, man or woman might be in the your place, blissfully seated. The question is, would you give up the seat for this lady? Some might think, why is there a question at all?...isn't that obvious? No, apparently it is not! It's a welcome change that our generation doesn't accept anything on the face value. We reason it out, rational thinkers that we are. And finally pass the judgement of how one should act It's a healthy sign to see a society think and react than merely following someone's action. But it's equally disheartening to realise that we have gone one step further to analyse everything merely with our brains and not giving much role to our heart. The Brain man would think: I have stood in my bus stop for more than half an hour, turned up early because I wanted to get this seat. So there you go, I earned it! I am equally tired after my day's work; the summer's got the same bad effect on me. I don't fancy standing in this pandemonium either! On the other hand, the lady might have happily arrived late at the bus stop, did not have to fight to get in. But nevertheless is guaranteed a seat, why because she has a kid with her. How fair is that? In fact, the lady did not have to board such an over crowded bus, she could have arranged for another mode of transport! But she did come on board feeling confident that the crowd does not affect her, you got a kid, hell, you'll get a seat anyway! But how right is it to expect me to give up this 'hard-earned' seat and go through the torture of standing for the rest of my journey? I am an ordinary person, I am no Budha/Gandhi. So I'll be my own selfish self and not give up my seat. I don’t care if someone thinks I am insensitive. But I am staying put! You want a seat, make it to the stop earlier! What does the Brain plus Heart man have to say? Let's hear that as well. I have stood in my bus stop for more than half an hour, turned up early because I wanted to get this seat. I am equally tired after my day's work, the summer's got the same bad effect on me I don't fancy standing in this pandemonium either…. If it could be so difficult for me, how difficult would it be for the lady carrying a wailing kid and balancing in this rickety bus? Yes, she could have gone in for another option, but I must know that not everyone can afford to pay a fortune to those autowalas. Especially on this route when they demand double the amount! I sure wouldn't have taken a rick myself…. And missing this bus would mean another couple of minutes in the scorching heat…awful, I wouldn't go through that. Might as well get into this bus and get it over with! I don't blame her, may be she didn't really have much of a choice…none of my business really! Because it could easily be me in her shoes some day…me/my wife could be carrying my kid and struggling in a bus one day. And how would I wish that a benevolent soul to step forward to help! I can go on and get harassed by this crowd, but at least I'll feel better I gave up my seat to someone who needed it much more than me At least my inner voice won't torment me when I go to bed tonight!... We don't need someone to tell us that it's a priority seat and needs to be given up for someone in need. We are sound enough to make that judgement by ourselves, aren't we? That demarcation is for the rather heartless robots that have so easily mingled with us humans and cannot really tell that someone might find it more painful to travel standing in a bus like this. So, it all boils down to one thing, a simple choice. Either be the person who'd only use his/her brain, reason it out and decide the outcome. That's what the PC I am typing into does, doesn't it? Or I could be the one who can listen to my heart as well, and then decide what to do. And yeah, my PC doesn't have a heart so I am more human that that by a mile :) P.S: I typed it out following a discussion whether one has to give up their seat should there be another person who might want it more. I was surprised we even had a discussion there. Only goes on to show we are becoming more and more callous and seeking out one excuse after another to conceal a weak character. I am not stating which of the above 2 are right or wrong, but whatever be the case, I'd definitely not be a fan of the first one! P.P.S: Hmmm….London has donned white today. It must be the heaviest snowfall the British capital has seen in years. It’s freezing, numbing…it’s beautiful :) Song On: Nothing but wind Mood: Blank Labels: General
When's your's? :DI hate that question….I hate that look! Okie, I’ll explain... Of late it’s been quite some marriage season…at least among my friends. And you turn up to any wedding, even reply that scanned invitation mail (I still prefer the 'hard copy', makes you realise they took the pains of hunting down your address!), the one question you have to answer is ‘So when’s yours?’ With that supposedly naughty smirk on the face, emm...smiley of course in a mail. Nothing gets on my nerve more than that. I have a strong urge to retort…’What bloody business is it of yours?’ But I am forced to answer with the same smirk… And then the conversation just goes from being bad to worse and usually ends up with me throwing yet another one of those unbelievable excuses and sprinting out of the room. It's never a nice feeling you know, when people get away with crimes like that... And this is the case in most social occasions and for most people in my age group ....sigh... We have something common now to brood over! It's almost replaced the usual Hi Hello greeting line... Friends, relatives, very distant relatives , papa's friends, momma's friends, friends’ friends… And some people whom I haven’t spoken to in the past god-knows-how-many years! You meet someone after a longtime at this point of time in life, and all that they have to do is question about your marital status; and if u're sinlge they have an abnormal interest in knowing when you'll get married!... I am reminded of an old joke in which an old woman pesters a young man at every wedding by nudging him and whispering ‘You’re next’... The young man fed up with this habit put up with her out of respect. But even his patience had it’s own limits… So at a funeral of a mutual friend, he walked up behind her, nudged her, ‘You’re next!’ Now that would make me feel so good... Song On: Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho Mood: Irritated! Labels: General
Suffer-RINGNo it's not about matrimony or commitment :) It's about those mobile phones and the irritating ring tones. Of late I've started hating the mobile. Just when you think you are all relaxed and have time for yourself...bam...there you got a call. And it's so irritating that I tend to run through the call hurriedly only to find that the 'moment' is lost :( Add to that those weird ring tones you keep hearing. You got one hit song this season, god help you coz you're going to hear that almost everywhere thanks to them wicked ring tones. And as if they thought these weren't enough, some really bad bad boy came up with those hello tunes. Uggghhh! You make that call after postponing it at least a hundred times and what do you get to hear?... Jhalak dhiklaaja...ek baar aaja aaja aaja aaja... or worse Aayiye...aapka...intezar tha! :- or worse still, some cheesy song playing and it so happens these days people either take their own sweet time to pick that call or don't answer it at all (at least the first time)...are they actually proud of these tortuous hello tunes?! And why do all these tunes have to be some sappy love song...the one I heard most was that 'Tere liye' song from the absolutely unbearable Veer Zara. Alright may be I am over reacting, but guess the whole mobile thing has got to my nerves. These days when I get a call, I simply don't pick it and then switch to silent mode (well people have this irritating habit of calling you continuously at least twice or thrice if you don't pick the call the first time around...as if you're hiding from them somewhere and it's their way of telling that they won't be that easy to get rid of...they kinda get the message though ) These days my mobile stays at home...hehe...kind of beats the purpose I know but what the hell! P.S: I was reminded of this long-due post by this incident in this crammed fish market near my house; husband and wife come to buy fish...the mobile around husband's neck rings, call's for wife, wife pulls it and talks while mobile still hanging from husbands neck...the fantastic duo block the entire passage...leave the poor man carrying the huge crate of fish stuck behind them, shouting in vain asking them to move!...Man gets fed up puts the basket down...husband turns and starts looking at the fish(!!!) and almost asks the price when he notices that murderous look in the man's eyes...! :D P.P.S: That's one hell of a long P.S! Song on: None! Mood: Sleepy Labels: General
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