If you're smart, you won't open the can.
Category: Worms
Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The whole room saw what their minds told them was correct.
I was the only one who saw differently. Saw what was actually there.
The setting was almost exactly the same. Just the People were different. And they spoke with American accents. Glaring differences one might say from our Indian skin and accents.
Still, everybody insisted I was wrong.
Even though I wasn't.
I might as well have been wrong.
And I was, until somebody who also had basic observation skills realized what the debate was about and backed my observation.
I hadn't wasted too much time arguing, determining as it clearly was, a waste of time.
Observation 1: People are idiots
Observation 2: Even right is wrong with no supporting witness
Observation 3: Don't waste time on useless arguments
I was the only one who saw differently. Saw what was actually there.
The setting was almost exactly the same. Just the People were different. And they spoke with American accents. Glaring differences one might say from our Indian skin and accents.
Still, everybody insisted I was wrong.
Even though I wasn't.
I might as well have been wrong.
And I was, until somebody who also had basic observation skills realized what the debate was about and backed my observation.
I hadn't wasted too much time arguing, determining as it clearly was, a waste of time.
Observation 1: People are idiots
Observation 2: Even right is wrong with no supporting witness
Observation 3: Don't waste time on useless arguments
Friday, January 22, 2010
Friday, January 15, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Monday, January 04, 2010
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
You crave for something wholeheartedly for a very long time -- with tears swelling your eyes and beg life to grant you that wish. Life grants it -- when it no longer matters, when your heart has already refused to feel anything anymore.
Source: http://sowmyanair.blogspot.com/
Source: http://sowmyanair.blogspot.com/
Friday, December 11, 2009
Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Monday, December 07, 2009
Friday, December 04, 2009
Thursday, December 03, 2009
This guy I know asked me a question.
He said, if you had to go to a deserted island and you could take just one thing with you, what would you take?
So I thought for a moment and said, people.
He promptly informed me that I couldn't take people along.
I couldn't help noticing that he'd missed the whole point of his own exercise.
Category 1: An exercise to figure out what's important
Category 2: Missing the whole point of your own exercise
He said, if you had to go to a deserted island and you could take just one thing with you, what would you take?
So I thought for a moment and said, people.
He promptly informed me that I couldn't take people along.
I couldn't help noticing that he'd missed the whole point of his own exercise.
Category 1: An exercise to figure out what's important
Category 2: Missing the whole point of your own exercise
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Note to self
Never EVER go ANYWHERE by yourself
Points:
Navigation skills=0
Ability to find places=1
Talent for taking wrong turn exactly one turn away from destination=9
Touring unknown areas of Bangalore like HAL 2nd Stage and Domlur at 10 o clock at night searching for Lido Mall=10
Points:
Navigation skills=0
Ability to find places=1
Talent for taking wrong turn exactly one turn away from destination=9
Touring unknown areas of Bangalore like HAL 2nd Stage and Domlur at 10 o clock at night searching for Lido Mall=10
Monday, November 16, 2009
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Chapter 2
She sat naked, her chin resting in her hand. Thinking. Should she use her powers for good or evil? Good was so grandma panties if you thought about it. All the way past your belly button nearly up to your neck. Would be enough to smother anybody. But then evil; was just the other extreme. It was then that Maskara rememebred that there was something she had to do.
She walked to the very edge of where she lived, looked around her once and then dived. After what seemed like an eon of time but was only really a very few minutes, she hit the water and sliced through. Eyes closed, she made her way to the surface gasping for breath. When she opened her eyes she was on the other side of the world. In a room bare except for carpeting, a cupboard and a mirror. She walked over to the mirror and examined herself. 'So this is what I look like.' She thought to herself.
Category 1: Fantasy / Fiction
Category 2: Extract
She walked to the very edge of where she lived, looked around her once and then dived. After what seemed like an eon of time but was only really a very few minutes, she hit the water and sliced through. Eyes closed, she made her way to the surface gasping for breath. When she opened her eyes she was on the other side of the world. In a room bare except for carpeting, a cupboard and a mirror. She walked over to the mirror and examined herself. 'So this is what I look like.' She thought to herself.
Category 1: Fantasy / Fiction
Category 2: Extract
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Where have all the men gone??
Here's where according to Andrew Kelly.
He rants,
All you girls just have to find a perfectly normal guy tell him he's NOT sensitive enough, make him sensitive, turn him into a woman and THEN ask "where have all the men gone.."
He rants,
All you girls just have to find a perfectly normal guy tell him he's NOT sensitive enough, make him sensitive, turn him into a woman and THEN ask "where have all the men gone.."
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
The Cubbon Park police station was originally built as a guard room in 1906 to guard the statue of Queen Victoria (in Cubbon Park)
[Stop]
Thought #1:The statue needed guarding?
Thought #2:Of course it did.
Thought #3: Bleddy Britishers
[Stop]
Thought #1:The statue needed guarding?
Thought #2:Of course it did.
Thought #3: Bleddy Britishers
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Kashmir: An impression
Your first sight of the mountains makes you glad that you came.
Your traveling track record can only be described as impulsive.
Where earlier on you question this impulsiveness.
You no longer do.
You wait in the heat.
It's hard to imagine that the top of the world could be warm.
But it is.
You make a mental note, not to grumble about the weather back home again.
A taxi takes you to the second best hotel there.
The first thing you notice on your way there. The soldiers.
Everywhere.
The second thing, the shabby grandeur of the hotel.
A capacity of maybe four hundred.
An occupancy of perhaps four.
It's sprawling, it's beautiful, it's old world. Charming.
It's sad.
I go out to meet my Kashmiri friend.
Pakoras and tea.
Her brothers, her cousins, they've come along.
They're georgeous. Of course they are.
They're Kashmiri.
All of them studying to be doctors, lawyers.
Secretly I suspect that this is something of a social pressure.
Well educated.
You have to be.
I roam around the city on my own in a taxi from the hotel.
The only other thing that strikes me apart from the soldiers are the children.
They also carry guns.
Toy ones.
Again, you feel a twinge, you consider it, then discard it.
This is life.
I watch the women. Very conservative and yet, they're not.
The older girls, they pull their head coverings a little more securely round their heads when they pass by people they know. Relatives, friends, people who's words carry weight.
Close to minutes later, their heads are bare again.
Subtle.
As we stop to buy famous Kashmiri sweets, little Hareen, the youngest of the cousins in all innocence asks, 'Do I look better THIS way?' wrapping her duppata elaborately round her head, 'Or THIS way?' pulling it off to show her hair and cover her chest.
The only appropriate answer and I find myself smiling as I say it. 'Both ways, darling. Both ways'.
There is fun to be had.
Lamb kabab off the side of the road, a shikara ride on Dal lake, ancient Mughal gardens, the ruins of palaces
I take in all of this. I lap it up.
You leave, I'd like to say, as quickly as you came.
Except that you can't.
Security checks at the airport in Srinagar don't seem to end.
You finally get on your plane.
Happy, sad, happy? sad?
I can't tell.
Your traveling track record can only be described as impulsive.
Where earlier on you question this impulsiveness.
You no longer do.
You wait in the heat.
It's hard to imagine that the top of the world could be warm.
But it is.
You make a mental note, not to grumble about the weather back home again.
A taxi takes you to the second best hotel there.
The first thing you notice on your way there. The soldiers.
Everywhere.
The second thing, the shabby grandeur of the hotel.
A capacity of maybe four hundred.
An occupancy of perhaps four.
It's sprawling, it's beautiful, it's old world. Charming.
It's sad.
I go out to meet my Kashmiri friend.
Pakoras and tea.
Her brothers, her cousins, they've come along.
They're georgeous. Of course they are.
They're Kashmiri.
All of them studying to be doctors, lawyers.
Secretly I suspect that this is something of a social pressure.
Well educated.
You have to be.
I roam around the city on my own in a taxi from the hotel.
The only other thing that strikes me apart from the soldiers are the children.
They also carry guns.
Toy ones.
Again, you feel a twinge, you consider it, then discard it.
This is life.
I watch the women. Very conservative and yet, they're not.
The older girls, they pull their head coverings a little more securely round their heads when they pass by people they know. Relatives, friends, people who's words carry weight.
Close to minutes later, their heads are bare again.
Subtle.
As we stop to buy famous Kashmiri sweets, little Hareen, the youngest of the cousins in all innocence asks, 'Do I look better THIS way?' wrapping her duppata elaborately round her head, 'Or THIS way?' pulling it off to show her hair and cover her chest.
The only appropriate answer and I find myself smiling as I say it. 'Both ways, darling. Both ways'.
There is fun to be had.
Lamb kabab off the side of the road, a shikara ride on Dal lake, ancient Mughal gardens, the ruins of palaces
I take in all of this. I lap it up.
You leave, I'd like to say, as quickly as you came.
Except that you can't.
Security checks at the airport in Srinagar don't seem to end.
You finally get on your plane.
Happy, sad, happy? sad?
I can't tell.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Friday, October 02, 2009
Thursday, October 01, 2009
It's reached a new low.
So low that
My conservative mother (who doesn't even like me sitting next to boys)
Asks me questions like:
Mother: Going out?
Me: Yup
Mother: Meeting a boy?
Me: Yup
Mother: Do you like him??? (a little too hopefully for comfort)
Me: No mamma. I'm not going to marry him.
Category 1: Marriage
Category 2: :S
Category 3: Humour
So low that
My conservative mother (who doesn't even like me sitting next to boys)
Asks me questions like:
Mother: Going out?
Me: Yup
Mother: Meeting a boy?
Me: Yup
Mother: Do you like him??? (a little too hopefully for comfort)
Me: No mamma. I'm not going to marry him.
Category 1: Marriage
Category 2: :S
Category 3: Humour
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Sunday, September 06, 2009
Friday, September 04, 2009
Web Definitions for Womanizer
a man who likes many women and has short sexual relationships with them
Thursday, September 03, 2009
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Prakash
Meet Prakash.
Prakash and I both ordered lemon soda.
I ordered masala, he ordered jaljeera.
His tasted better.
I wanted his.
He refused.
When he wasn't looking,
I swapped our drinks.
I was awesome.
I couldn't stop giggling.
I drank the whole thing.
I found out a few days later
That he knew about the swap the WHOLE time
About Prakash: Indulgent
About Me: Indulged
Prakash and I both ordered lemon soda.
I ordered masala, he ordered jaljeera.
His tasted better.
I wanted his.
He refused.
When he wasn't looking,
I swapped our drinks.
I was awesome.
I couldn't stop giggling.
I drank the whole thing.
I found out a few days later
That he knew about the swap the WHOLE time
About Prakash: Indulgent
About Me: Indulged
Sunday, August 30, 2009
She, a mother of two grown up girls told me in the course of our almost one sided conversation that she had had a love disappointment when she was younger. She quickly added that her adolescent daughter, my friend; didn't know.
It was how she had come to marry the man she was married to.
From the sound of her story, he was not so much her definition of a husband, more, the a father to her daughters.
Category: Love disappointment
It was how she had come to marry the man she was married to.
From the sound of her story, he was not so much her definition of a husband, more, the a father to her daughters.
Category: Love disappointment
Friday, August 28, 2009
He told me about how displeased he was with the quality of his long island iced tea at this restaurant that was highly recommended.
I understood his angst.
I told him about how, on my way to dinner, I saw this man, clearly poor, being pushed around by the cops.
I think he understood too.
Category: Disparity
I understood his angst.
I told him about how, on my way to dinner, I saw this man, clearly poor, being pushed around by the cops.
I think he understood too.
Category: Disparity
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Sunday, August 02, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Convincing Joanne to go to hell
Me-Let's go to Cubbon Park on Sunday. It'll be fun for the kids
Joe-Yes lets! Oh can't, there's church
Me-Bunk, anyway you're going to hell
Joe- Hell? Me? I'm going to heaven
Me- See, anyway everybody else you know is going to hell. Also, you'll be really bored with all those Mormons. So you bunk church, you'll go to hell, we'll all hang out together there. It'll all be good
She's still unconvinced.
Category: How to get to hell
Definitions:
Joe-my eldest sister aka 'Holy' Joe
Mormons-the only group that got it right (source: Southpark)
Joe-Yes lets! Oh can't, there's church
Me-Bunk, anyway you're going to hell
Joe- Hell? Me? I'm going to heaven
Me- See, anyway everybody else you know is going to hell. Also, you'll be really bored with all those Mormons. So you bunk church, you'll go to hell, we'll all hang out together there. It'll all be good
She's still unconvinced.
Category: How to get to hell
Definitions:
Joe-my eldest sister aka 'Holy' Joe
Mormons-the only group that got it right (source: Southpark)
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Thursday, July 02, 2009
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