Lost in Wonder

Yay, it's about time we said something about singlehood!

2012-06-19T09:00:00.000+05:30

Remember when I'd vent about being single almost every other day? I checked and my last one was in August 2009. If you think that means that I've broken free from the societal-torture-chains of singlehood, you're wrong.
I feel equally hopeful and hopeless that there are great guys out there but the search is getting rather tiring.

My own mother asks me every day "when are you getting married?" as if it's some huge secret I'm keeping from her. The last time she asked me that, this is how the conversation went:
Her: When are you getting married?
Me: When I find the perfect one. (this is the first time I've used this line since I was... I dunno, twelve?)
Her: There is no such thing as a perfect man. Aim for a good man.
Me: The problem is that when we aim for a good man, we get a bad or unbearable man. Hence, if we aim for a perfect man, we'll find a good man.

That ended the conversation for that day. Now, if I could only find such statements to use on a daily basis.

There are still some outsider people who insist on continuing to feel sorry for me - probably because either marriage was so good to them that they want everyone to experience it or so awful that they need more people to empathize with them.

The other day, a woman held my hand with such sadness in her eyes, supposedly felt for me (which I myself don't feel), that I wanted to give her a puppy.

You might enjoy this.

Ah, time... you miserable fiend. #1

2012-06-19T01:13:00.001+05:30

This is what made me feel really old this week.

The last time I saw Aaron Carter, he looked like this:

You know, "Crush on you" and "Crazy little party girl". Stuff like that.

The picture of him I saw this week was:

This was totally unexpected. And quite depressing.
This is probably a valid enough reason to stalk your favourite celebrities - to make sure they don't grow up behind your back

I hope I don't wake up one day and find out that say, Justin Bieber, now looks something like this:

PS - I also just realised that Ryan Gosling played "young Hercules" and I remember watching that show just yesterday (okay, maybe a little before that)!

Fifty Shades of Abuse

2012-06-16T23:40:00.001+05:30

There's a new book trilogy that's taking over the world (which just goes to prove that stupidity is running rampant in our world today). You know how I cannot help but rant about nonsense like this. What surprises me is that while India labels and bans certain books (which are likely to be true) as controversial, they've allowed the "Fifty Shades" books by E.L.James into the market. These are porn books and BDSM porn, that too. That isn't really my point though.

What concerns me is the fact that such badly written, pages and pages of utter rubbish got published in the first page when in fact, this started off as Twilight fan fiction. That saddest part is that this book actually make Twilight seem like literary-award-worthy stuff. The fact that these are on the bestsellers' lists and have gotten high ratings, makes people curious enough to want to read it. Some get suckered into thinking these are sooo wonderful (will get to that in a bit) while others see it for what it is: repetitive, shallow, immature ramblings of an idiot in an abusive relationship. I couldn't get past a few chapters because I was mortified by the ridiculousness of it (thankfully I didn't buy it!). Anastasia Steele is probably one of the worst fictional characters I've come across - it's like Bella v.2 (if v.2 means stupider, more insecure and more self-obsessed).

I would highly recommend that if you're wanting to read "Fifty Shades of Grey", that you read Jennifer Armintrout's recap of each chapter instead. Trust me. It's a far more intelligent, funny and readable version of the actual book.

Now, having said that, I must stress on why I had to blog this. Women everywhere are swooning over and desiring the main male fictional character (Christian Grey) without recognizing that he's a creepy abusive stalker. They don't see the relationship as an extremely unhealthy one between a control freak and his hollow puppet. They didn't see it in Twilight and they certainly don't see it now even though this has far less of a story.

The above mentioned blog also had a really interesting article about the abusive nature of "Fifty shades". I wanted to share this very important information from the article that I think women should know (text in blue is as quoted from the article).

The following "red flags" are from a hand out entitled "Universal Red Flags" taken from a book called How To Spot A Dangerous Man. These are the ones that apply to the girl in "Fifty Shades" (I refuse to call her a heroine).

You feel uncomfortable about something he has said or done, and the feeling remains.

I don't think we need to cite any one particular incident where Ana has been made uncomfortable by Christian Grey. This is prevalent throughout the book. 

You wish he would go away, you want to cry, and you want to run away from him.

Ana often thinks about how she can "escape" Christian, how she needs to find an exit, how she can't handle being around him because she can't trust herself to think clearly. In just the portion of the book we've reviewed so far, Ana has ended three of her encounters with Christian as a sobbing mess.

You have the urge to "love him into emotional wellness," if that were possible.

Again, based on the chapters we've reviewed here so far, Ana does seem to believe that she can change him, or that he has psychological wounds that need to be healed. 

You feel bad about yourself when you are around him.

One of the clearest indicators, to me, anyway, that there is a power imbalance in their relationship is the fact that Ana constantly compares herself - how she looks, how she acts, how she's dressed - to Christian and his very wealthy lifestyle, and she always finds herself lacking. She often wonders why he's interested in her. 

You only feel good about yourself when you are with him.

Conversely, Ana doesn't have a nice word to say about herself unless it is confirmed by Christian. When her roommate tells her that she's pretty, Ana interprets it as a patronizing compliment Kate can't possibly mean, but when Christian Grey calls Ana beautiful, she suddenly believes that she is. In fact, the only time she believes anything good about herself is when it's Christian pointing it out. 

You feel that he wants too much from you.

I think this one requires very little explanation. Not only does he want more than she wishes to give, he constantly pressures her to give him what he wants. 

You are emotionally tired from him; you feel he "sucks the life out of you."

Now, Ana never says, "he sucks the life out of me." But again, even if we just look at the first half of this book, she's doing a lot of crying herself to sleep, needing to get away from him because he's too intense, etc. 

Your value system and his are very different, and it's problematic.

I have this phrase I trot out from time to time with my friends who are dating: If you have to "work on" the relationship within the first month, it's not going to work out. Sometimes, people are simply incompatible. Ana and Christian have spent most of their relationship with Ana trying to find ways around giving Christian what he wants, and Christian refusing to bend on his expectations. This is not going to clear up in a few more dates. 

Your past and his are very different, and the two of you have conflicts over it.

Spoiler alert, Christian is obsessive and controlling about food because he went hungry as a child. I know we haven't gotten to that part of the book in the review yet, but it fits in here. And that's just one of the ways their pasts differ in problematic ways. While Ana sees his earlier relationship with a much older woman as statutory rape, Christian believes that it was appropriate and has a continuing friendship with the woman, which makes Ana uncomfortable. Ana doesn't even want the type of relationship Christian is after, they both are aware of this fact, and he continues to pursue her. 

You tell your friends you are "unsure about the relationship"

Ana has already had this conversation with Kate in the part we've reviewed. 

You feel isolated from other relationships with friends and family.

Ana doesn't just feel isolated, she is isolated, by the nondisclosure agreement Christian asked her to sign. She finds herself living a double life in order to please Christian and still maintain her relationships with her loved ones. 

You feel in the wrong because he is always right and goes to great lengths to show you he is right.

This was most obviously displayed in chapter fourteen, where Christian responds to all of Ana's concerns and questions with long explanations that dance around actual answers. 

You are uncomfortable because he continually says he knows what is best for you.

He isn't pressuring her into signing a contract that allows him to act out his sexual fantasies on her for him. It's all about her, and her happiness. He just wants what's best for her, just like when he showed up at the bar when she asked him not to, and his concerns about her car. 

You notice he needs you too frequently, too much, or too intensely.

Christian goes so far as to say that he wants her too much, or that he can't control himself in her presence because of the intensity of his passion for her.

You notice he quickly discloses information about his past or present or his emotional pain.

After they go out for coffee, their first encounter that is not tied to the interview, he warns her off from him with cryptic, tortured statements like, "I'm not the man for you." 

You sense he is pushing too quickly for an emotional connection with you.

Okay, this one, Ana wouldn't check off, but I would. From an outside observer standpoint, Christian is running a very good game of "pull her in, push her away," which is forcing an emotional connection with Ana. After having coffee with the guy once, she's on the floor of a parking garage sobbing. This isn't just Ana being emotionally immature, it's Ana being emotionally manipulated by Christian. 

You find yourself accepting him "for now" even though you have plenty of red flags that would help you to terminate the relationship if you paid attention to them.

Ana is already aware that what she wants from the relationship and what Christian wants are two vastly different, completely incompatible things, but she commits to the relationship despite knowing it has no hope of a future.

I suppose I should add a bit more about what the book is about here instead of just venting about how annoyingly bad it is. I'll quote some of the best amazon reviews for you because I couldn't have said it better.

"Did a teenager write this???

The main male character is a billionaire (not a millionaire but a billionaire) who speaks fluent French, is basically a concert level pianist, is a fully trained pilot, is athletic, drop dead gorgeous, tall, built perfectly, and the best lover on the planet. In addition, he's not only self made but is using his money to combat world hunger. Oh yeah, and all of this at the ripe old age of 26! And on top of that, he's never working. Every second is spent having sex or texting and emailing the female character. His billions seem to have just come about by magic. If you take out the parts where the female character is blushing or chewing her lips, the book will be down to about 50 pages. Almost on every single page, there is a whole section devoted to her blushing, chewing her lips or wondering "Jeez" about something or another. I don't know what happens in the remaining books and I do not intend to read them to find out. But given the maturity level of the first book, I imagine that they get married, have 2 perfect children, cure world hunger, and live happily ever after while riding into the sunset, the female character chews her bottom lip and blushes fifty shades of crimson."

"Not the worst I've ever read... No, wait. It IS.

I found myself thinking "Twilight, plus some spanking, minus the sparkly vampires." Here, I'll save you all some time (SPOILER ALERT): 

Once upon a time... 

I'm Ana. I'm clumsy and naive. I like books. I dig this guy. He couldn't possibly like me. He's rich. I wonder if he's gay? His eyes are gray. Super gray. Intensely gray. Intense AND gray. Serious and gray. Super gray. Dark and gray. [insert 100+ other ways to say "gray eyes" here] I blush. I gasp. He gasps. We both gasp. I blush some more. I gasp some more. I blush some more. Sorry, I mean I "flush" some more. I bite my lip. He gasps a lot more. More gasping. More blushing/flushing. More lip biting. Still more gasping. The end. 

The bad: It was an interesting concept - for a "romance" novel. However the story is weak, the pace is slow and awkward, the characters come through as more schizophrenic than complicated, the "romance" is a jeuvenile and dysfunctional crush, and the "erotic" scenes alternate between "Penthouse Forum" and something that sounds like it was written by a painfully shy and sheltered 13 year old. I have now read through some of the rave reviews and I have to assume that these were posted by people easily shocked and/or titillated. I can't imagine what fans are comparing this to when they describe this as "good."

The good: Nice cover art."

"Bestseller? Really???

And oh, the repetition...and the repetition...and the repetition. I'm convinced the author has a computer macro that she hits to insert one of her limited repertoire of facial expressions whenever she needs one. According to my Kindle search function, characters roll their eyes 41 times, Ana bites her lip 35 times, Christian's lips "quirk up" 16 times, Christian "cocks his head to one side" 17 times, characters "purse" their lips 15 times, and characters raise their eyebrows a whopping 50 times. Add to that 80 references to Ana's anthropomorphic "subconscious" (which also rolls its eyes and purses its lips, by the way), 58 references to Ana's "inner goddess," and 92 repetitions of Ana saying some form of "oh crap" (which, depending on the severity of the circumstances, can be intensified to "holy crap," "double crap," or the ultimate "triple crap"). And this is only part one of a trilogy... 

If I wrote like that, I'd use a pseudonym too."

I hope people get the point here. This book is worrying because it almost seems to be glorifying abuse but disguising it as something appealing and the whole demonstration (including the fact that this book is beyond popular) has shown us that women just eat all this crap up. And sadly, the crap is being dished out by other women.

The Floating Admiral - The Detection Club

2012-03-29T14:01:00.002+05:30

I haven't written in this blog for years possibly but I had to jot this down somewhere. I read two "murder mystery" books this past week and was absolutely disgusted at the quality of the story and characters. I felt sad that the grand art of deduction and investigation seemed to be dying. And then I came across a new print version of "The Floating Admiral" by the Detection Club a couple of days ago. Okay, so yes, this was written back in the 1930's and the grand art may have since died but I'm glad it's not out of print yet. I was drawn to it by the foreword by Dorothy Sayers and haven't read much since but I wanted to share the foreword with you (you can read just the bits in blue if you like).

The Floating Admiral - 1931:

When members of the official police force are invited to express and opinion about the great detectives of fiction, they usually say with a kindly smile: "Well, of course it's not the same for them as it is for us. The author kows beforehand who did the job, and the great detective has only to pick up the clues that are laid down for him. It's wonderful," they indulgently add, "the clever ideas these authors hit upon, but we don't think they would work very well in real life."

There is probably much truth in these observations, and they are in any case difficult to confute. If Mr. John Rhode, for example, could be induced to commit a real murder by one of the ingeniously simple methods he so easily invents in fiction, and if Mr. Freeman Wills Cfofts, say, would undertake to pursue him, Bradshaw in hand, from Stranraer to Saint Juan-les-Pins, then indeed, we might pu the matter to the test. But writers of detection fiction are, as a rule, not bloodthirsty people They avoid physical violence, for two reasons: first, because their muderous feelings are so efficiently blown-off in print as to have little energy left for boiling up in action, and secondly, because they are so accustomed to the idea that murders are made to be detected that they feel a whole-some reluctance to put their criminal theories into practice. While, as for doing real detecting, the fact is that few of them have the time for it, being engaged in earning their bread and butter like reasonable citizens, unblessed with the ample leisure of a Wimsey or a Father Brown.

But the next best thing to a genuine contest is a good game, and The Floating Admiral is the detection game as played out on paper by certain members of the Detection Club among themselves.

And here it may be asked: What is the Detection Club?

It is a private association of writers of detective fiction in Great Britain, existing chiefly for the purpose of eating dinners together at suitable intervals and of talking illimitable shop. It owes no allegiance to any publisher, nor, though willing to turn an honest penny by offering the present venture to the public, is it primarily concerned with making money. It is not a committee of judges for recommending its own or other people's books, and indeed has no object but to amuse itself. Its membership is confined to those who have written genuine detective stories (not adventure tales or "thrillers") and election is secured by a vote of the club on recommendation by two or more members, and involved the undertaking of an oath.

While wild horses would not drag from me any revelation of the solemn ritual of the Detection Club, a word as to the nature of the oath is, perhaps, permissible. Put briefly, it amounts to this: that the authors pledges himself to play the game with the public and with his fellow-authors. His detectives must detect by their wits, without the help of accident or coincidence; he must not invent impossible death-rays and poisons to produce solutions which no living person could expect; he must write as good English as he can. He must preserve inviolable secrecy concerning his fellow-members; forthcoming plots and titles, and he must give any assistance in his power to members who need advice on technical points. If there is any serious aim behind the avowedly frivolous organisation of the Detective Club, it is to keep the detective story up to the highest standard that its nature permits, and to free it from the bad legacy of sensationalism, clap-trap and jargon with which it was unhappily burdened in the past.

Now, a word about the conditions under which The Floating Admiral was written. Here, the problem was made to approach as closely as possible to a problem of real detection. Except in the case of Mr. Chesterton's picturesque Prologue, which was written last, each contributor tackled the mystery presented to him in the preceding chapters without having the slightest idea what solution or solutions the previous authors had in mind. Two rules only were imposed. Each writer must construct his instalment with a definite solution in view- that is, he must not introduce new complications merely "to make it more difficult." He must be ready, if called upon, to explain his own clues coherently and plausibly; and to make sure that he was playing fair in this respect, each writer was bound to deliver, together with the manuscript of his own chapter, his own proposed solution of the mystery. These soluitons are printed at the end of the book for the benefit of the curious reader.

Secondly, each writer was bound to deal faithfully with all the difficulties left for his consideration by his predecessors. If Elma's attitude toward love and marriage appeared to fluctuate strangely, or if the boat was put into the boat-house wrong end first, those facts must form part of his solution. He must not dismiss them as caprice or accident, or present an explanation inconsistent with them. Naturally, as the clues became in process of time more numerous, the suggested solutions few more complicated and precise, while the general outlines of the plot gradually hardened and fixed themselves. But it is entertaining and instructive to not the surprising number of different interpretations which may be devised to account for the simplest actions. Where one writer may have laid down a clue, thinking that it could point only in one obvious direction, succeeding writers have managed to make it point in a direction exactly opposite. And it is here, perhaps, that the game approximates most closely to real life. We judge one another by our outward actions, but in the motive underlying these actions our judgement may be widely at fault. Preoccupied by our own private interpretation of the matter, we can see only the one possible motive behind the action, so that our solution may be quite plausible, quite coherent, and quite wrong. And here, possibly, we detective-writers may have succeeded in wholesomely surprising and confounding ourselves and one another. We are only too much accustomed to let the great detective say airily: "Cannot you see, my dear Watson, that these facts admit of only one interpretation?" After our experience inthe matter of The Floating Admiral, our great detectives may have to learn to express themselves more guardedly.

Whether the game thus played for our own amusement will succeed in amusing other people also is for the reader to judge. We can only assure him that the game was played honestly according to the rules, and with all the energy and enthusiasm which the players knew how to put into it. Speaking for myself, I may say that the helpless bewilderment into which I was plunged on receipt of Mr. Milward Kennedy's little bunch of brain-teasers was, apparently, fully equalled by the hideas sensation of baffflement which overcame Father Ronald Know when, having, as I fondly imagined, cleared up much that was obscure, I handed the problem on to him. That Mr. Anthony Berkeley should so cheerfully have confounded our politics and frustrated our knavish tricks in the final solution, I must attribute partly to his native ingenuity and partly to the energetic interference of the other three intervening solvers, who discovered so many facts and motives that we earlier gropers in the dark knew nothing about. But none of us, I think, will bear any malice against our fellow-authors, any more than against the vagaries of the River Whyn, which powerfully guided by Mr. Henry Wade and Mr. John Rhoade, twin luminaries of its tidal waters, bore so peacefully between its flowery banks the body of the Floating Admiral.

It would do today's "crime/mystery" writers some good if they took on such oaths and followed them before writing something for the sake of meeting deadlines and getting their cheques. We the readers end up suffering for lack of a good Sunday read!

Pick of the fowards #1

2010-09-07T12:59:00.002+05:30

I was sent this forward recently. I thought it was one of the funniest and truest one I'd received in a long time.

Schools UK (or anywhere else) -- 1970 vs. 2010

Scenario:
Johnny and Mark get into a fistfight after school.

1970 - Crowd gathers. Johnny wins. Johnny and Mark shake hands and end up best mates for life.
2010 - Police called, arrests Johnny and Mark.. Charge them with assault, both expelled even though Mark started it. Both children go to anger management programs for 3 months. School board hold meeting to impliment bullying prevention programs

Scenario:
Robbie won't Keep still in class, disrupts other students.

1970 - Robbie sent to office and given 6 of the best by the Headmaster. Returns to class, sits still and does not disrupt class again.
2010 - Robbie given huge doses of Ritalin. Becomes a zombie. Tested for ADD. Robbie's parents get fortnightly disability payments and School gets extra funding from state because Robbie has a disability.

Scenario :
Billy breaks a window in his neighbour's car and his Dad gives him a whipping with his belt.

1970 - Billy is more careful next time, grows up normal, goes to college, and becomes a successful businessman.
2010 - Billy's dad is arrested for child abuse. Billy removed to foster care and joins a gang. Goverment psychologist tells Billy's sister that she remembers being abused herself and their dad goes to prison.

Scenario :
Mark gets a headache and takes some aspirin to school.

1970 - Mark gets glass of water from Teacher to take aspirin with.
2010 - Police called, Mark expelled from school for drug violations. Car searched for drugs and weapons.

Scenario :
Johnny takes apart leftover firecrackers from Guy Fawkes, puts them in a model airfix paint bottle, blows up an ant’s nest.

1970 - Ants die.
2010- Police, Armed Forces, & Anti-terrorism Squad called. Johnny charged with domestic terrorism, MI5 investigate parents, siblings removed from home, computers confiscated. Johnny's Dad goes on a terror watch list and is never allowed to fly again.

Scenario :
Johnny falls while running during break and scrapes his knee. He is found crying by his teacher, Mary . Mary hugs him to comfort him.

1970 - In a short time, Johnny feels better and goes on playing.
2010 - Mary is accused of being a sexual predator and loses her job. She faces 3 years in Prison. Johnny undergoes 5 years of therapy.

This should be sent to every e-mail address to show how stupid we have become!
Think about it!

Baby, it's cold outside

2010-03-05T14:11:00.000+05:30

There, I just submitted my blog to some major detoxification. I worry more about the health of my online journal than my body's. It's very sad. It was a choice of either wiping myself clean off the personal blogging space or wiping off personal blogging space from my blog. I've heard that sometimes pruning improves a tree's growth or something like that. Gardening has never been an area of interest.

This is going to be hard. I love talking about myself. Baby steps. I can do it.

I thought I'd scout Yahoo! for all those headline worthy news stories they put up that used to brighten up my day. I was not disappointed.What do you think?
Is Frostina appropriate for Wisteria or should we not make a big deal out of sexualisation of snow?

Snowmen traditionally have a shape that women don't want and therefore I wouldn't be offended if people didn't make snowwomen (even if it is adding to gender equality) either in the traditional sense or in this sense (the last thing we need is snow making us feel less than perfect as well).

I don't have the strength to think of one

2010-01-20T12:12:00.001+05:30

Quotes from Cougar Town

Ellie: If you don't stop with the hazelnut, I'm gonna make my own coffee
Jules: No you won't
Elie: You're right, even saying it was too much work

Laurie: Am I in a different conversation?
Jules: Almost always.

One-on-one hangouts are so essential for your sanity and general well-being. I suppose some people need atleast a dozen people around all the time and that's awesome but I tend to get drained if I do that everyday for over five days. And when I get drained, I'm not nice. And when I'm not nice, people don't want to hang out with me. It's a miserable cycle.

I recently watched "The invention of lying" - pretty funny and had a nice enough message. One of those "a person's worth is on the inside" types. We also started watching "Serious moonlight" which seemed promising the minute Meg Ryan's character threw a flower pot on her husband's head and tied him up telling him he can't go anywhere until he loved her again. But then the dvd got stuck and I couldn't finish it.

I officially listed out a new pet peeve today - Substituting letters like "k", "z" or d" for "c", "s" or "th". I might have mentioned this before in my dislike for shorthand but when people try and "reinvent" words by just exchanging these letters, it sort of enunciates how much society is moving towards retardation. For instance, Maggi has just launched a new pasta snack. They call it pazzta. As much as I'm curious to know how it tastes, I've been putting off buying something that's spelled that way.

We went to Sandy's this month. It's called the chocolate laboratory. How awesome does that sound? The next best thing to a chocolate factory. I overdosed on the fondue and have had terrible chocolate cravings all week.

Greater things are yet to come

2010-01-11T12:32:00.000+05:30

My first post of 2010 was a lyrics blog?? I must redeem myself with a worthy, insightful and intense one now. Which is why I should copy a nice post I came across. I saw this on one of LifeWay's blogs: A new word for the new year.

I usually look back on the year and think of all the good things that happened and convince myself I had a good year and push aside wondering how much I'd grown that year. I've gotten into a habit of burying all the negative thoughts, situations after crying about them hoping I'd never have to face them again. I mean why think about it if it's not going to make the situation better? What if the situation will never change unless there's something you're supposed to learn about yourself through it?
I'd been thinking for the last couple of weeks about changing things about me, about maybe disciplining myself in some areas and about trying to find something to aim towards this year. As always, I try and fail. I forget about it, I get bored, distracted and finally discouraged. I didn't once admit to myself that maybe I don't really have all the strength it takes to reach the goals I set for myself. Every now and then I'm reminded that I'm not supposed to have all the strength it takes by myself and that all I need to do is reach out and accept God's promise of freedom and help. The problem is, sometimes, that's hard to do too. Every year, I tell myself that I must just stay at the alter and not walk out the door and no matter how many similar stories I hear, it always feels like I'm the only one who's failed. You hear people you really admire saying things like "If I could..., anyone can" and it doesn't make sense at all. It seems impossible. How is it that we are so easily convinced that we can't? We don't want to admit that we're maybe convinced to think God can't either. I'm reading this book "When Godly people do ungodly things" by Beth Moore and it's scary to see just how much we're faced with because we're on the path to being stronger. I pray this year will be a year I'll fight back and not let my God or myself down.

I can do all things through Him who strengthens me - Philippians 4:13

Here's to a new year of freedom, sacrifice and love.

For good - from "Wicked"

2010-01-10T10:36:00.000+05:30

I haven't posted any song lyrics in a while, have I? What ever happened to gettysounds? I love the lyrics to the song "For good" from Wicked. It's very mushy and very chicken soupy but I love it. Because I'm now a wuss bag.

(Glinda)
I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

(Elphaba):
It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
(Glinda):
Because I knew you
(Both):
I have been changed for good
(Elphaba):
And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for
(Glinda):
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share
(Both):
And none of it seems to matter anymore
(Glinda):
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

(Elphaba):
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood

(Both):
Who can say if I've been
Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been
Changed for the better

(Glinda):
And because I knew you...
(Elphaba):
Because I knew you...
(Both):
Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good...

Carry it forward

2009-12-29T17:23:00.005+05:30

Lessons learned in 2009

1. Love those who love you. Work at it if you have to. Loving the ones you already love doesn't need any extra effort.
2. If you're going to spend on impulse on your very first day on holiday, try not to spend over five hundred rupees (or the equivalent in any currency)
3. Try not to lose your sense of judgment or forget your usual self/principles while removed from your comfort zone.
4. If there's something that you're thankful for, make sure you appreciate every single moment that you have it.
5. Big fancy cameras are not easily portable.
6. Khus khus is not cous cous.
7. Fancy touch screen windows based phones are evil. Stay away from them.
8. Giving up tv is easier than you think.
9. There is absolutely no way of knowing when or how you will turn into a big soft marshmallow. Don't try and fight it.
10. Eventually all roads meet someplace from which you can get to where you need to.
11. If you're going to buy gifts with initials on them, make sure you know all the names.
12. Don't waste your manners on NIs. You might as well be speaking Latin.
13. You can't be in social mode for more than 48 hours straight.
14. You will acquire tastes for things you never thought you would.
15. "I'll think of a reason later"

Christmas will always feel like Christmas

2009-12-27T15:37:00.000+05:30

So, I was supposed to go home for Christmas. It was a busy week because I had to work (and finish out of office work like this Christmas sketch) until the 24th and take the last flight out. I go to the airport and the crowd is crazy. The lines to the Air India counter were unbelievable and everyone seemed to be checking in about 20 bags each (don't they check the 30kg limit?). I suddenly had a deja vu about the last time I flew Indian Airlines and they had such a huge crowd. It was a couple of years ago and they'd overbooked the plane and I was so upset because I was heading home to see my closest friend who'd come to town for a holiday. Luckily, it wasn't Christmas that time and I could take another airline and get home. Remembering that incident, I wondered if Indian Airlines had dared to make the same mistake again. There were about 200 people in queue and only 2 check-in counters open. I asked whoever I could and they said that everything was fine and that the plane was late so not to worry. I get to the counter and the girl just goes blank and asks me to see the airport manager. There are a whole bunch of people running towards the manager's room and the manager of course is nowhere to be found. In his/her place is a lady who pretends like she can't even hear the people around her. Then people start yelling and for some reason, when I'm by myself these days, I don't get very agitated. It's only when I'm supposed to be responsible for other people when I go crazy if things go wrong. This is one of the reasons why I question my ability of having a family. I decide to try my usual tactic and approach the only guy at the counter. And in my most innocent, desperate but polite voice amongst all the yelling, I ask him to help me. And he does his best to help me. When he comes back, I ask him to tell me honestly if I have a chance. He helplessly said that the airlines mucked up and that they have no right to put me on standby when I've had a confirmed ticket for weeks. I try all the other airlines and there aren't any tickets. I witness the people at the IA ticket ofice being really rude to the passengers who got stranded. There was a priest who was inquiring about something and was asked to speak to a superior. When asked where that person was, he was told that he was in Delhi and to go ahead and speak to him. I needed a refund note and this guy signed on it. Only after I said thank you, did this other guy ask him to seal it. I wonder if just his signature would be valid enough and if people would be later told that without a seal, they can't get a refund. This story was for people to know that Indian Airlines has messed up the chance for people to go home more than once and they can't be allowed to do this anymore. It would be sad to not have an airlines called "Indian Airlines" or "Air India" when all other countries have a national airline. But if they're incompetent enough to overbook on Christmas eve, they need to maybe get jobs at a fair ground instead. Anyway, I sit in a corner while waiting for my ride home and have a good cry and then I feel fine. I have family and friends to spend Christmas with here anyway.

These last couple of years, I keep thinking that it doesn't feel like Christmas and it was sort of feeling like that when I realised that what we thought was special about Christmas are things that we gave up ourselves. Nobody seems to wait until Christmas day to open their presents. Nobody painstakingly decorates or bakes that much anymore. When all we see is Santa and his reindeer, I think Christmas gets really boring. However, what's really great about Christmas, no matter what or how boring it is, people always go out of their way to make sure you're not alone for Christmas if they find out that your plans to go home fell through. I got to see just how much Christmas always feels like Christmas.
I got calls from friends, the minute they heard, making sure I knew I had a place to go to if I needed to. I went to church Christmas morning (awesome message), bought some extra food and ate with grandparents and the rest of this side of the family. In the evening, I started my house visiting at a friend's place, went to a cousin's place for BIG dinner party and ended at another friend's house for pecan pie. It was a very merry Christmas after all.

ps: I heard this quote a couple of Sundays before Christmas and it challenged me so I like it.
The virgin birth is posted on guard at the door of the mystery of Christmas; and none of us must think of hurrying past it. stands on the threshold of the New Testament, blatantly supernatural, defying our rationalism, informing us that all that follows belongs to the same order as itself and that if we find it offensive there is no point in proceeding further. –
Donald MacLeod.

Get one in before the year ends!

2009-12-23T14:14:00.008+05:30

PS - Watch "Potter Puppet Pals" on Youtube.

News Alert! Modern day witches!

2009-08-20T09:50:00.008+05:30

I wasn't planning on writing today but here I am because I just heard a story. It was a horrible story and I had to share it. As you know, I've done plenty of posts about how women are treated badly and all the terrible things that happen all over the world. Just the other day, a friend sent me a news article about a new law ('No sex, no food') passed in Afghanistan. Quite disgusting. I'm grateful for the laws in our country that protect women. I'm not completely partial towards women (unlike what many believe). It's just that they do have a lot happening against them. I am partial towards justice though. Which brings me to today's story.

This happened to a friend of a friend but isn't an urban legend. Last evening, a young man was on his way to a wedding in Madras (say, Nelson Manikam road area). He was trying to find the way to the church so he stopped near the junction and asked a "well-groomed" girl standing there if he needed to turn left or right for the church. As soon as he stopped, the girl opened the door of his car and got in and demanded that he have sex with her. The guy freaked out and begged her to get out of his car and she told him to either pay him Rs.10,000 or have sex with her or she will claim he raped her and then she took of her top. He continued to plead with her and told her that he only had Rs.1000 and she then asked him to go to an ATM and give her all the money he has. She said that there is nothing he can do because the police would never believe him (which is true, and she could still claim rape if he chose to have sex with her instead of paying her). The boy continued to cry and beg her for about 45 minutes and finally she took the Rs.1000 and left.

I'm absolutely disgusted at this story. I'm furious that there is nothing the guy can do without the laws protecting women becoming compromised again. This sick girl is abusing the very laws that protect the innocent thereby making a mockery of all that women have been fighting for. I pray and hope for justice. I really hope this girl will get exposed for what she is and be locked up.

In the meantime, I'd just like to tell all the men to please not stop and ask directions from smart looking women without locking their car doors first. Auto-rickshaw drivers might be better at giving directions and they probably won't try and rape men. Unless they're gay. Hmm, now they too have laws protecting them (Which is good...They're human too!).

Okay, always keep your doors locked.

ps - I only titled the post 'witches' to get people to read. My definition of a witch is totally different. :p

At this rate death will have done us apart before we even got together!

2009-08-04T13:55:00.007+05:30

I need to be married or dead by my birthday!

It’s catastrophic almost – this shortage of equivalent types of men. Someone needs to do something! I wondered if I ought to do a SWOT analysis of this situation. I couldn't come up with any S's or O's though.

Threats:
1. Men seem to be getting married younger and younger
2. OR men seem to be putting off marriage until their mums tell them to stop bumming around
3. Most of them find themselves a mate in school or college. Every couple you see walking down the road look like they're in middle school. I'm curious to know what they talk about other than how chweet Ron and Hermione's romance is.
4. Most of the mates they find are sweet little things that look like they'd break if they were left alone for two seconds or made to carry their own popcorn.

"Girls have an unfair advantage over men: if they can't get what they want by being smart, they can get it by being dumb". - Yul Brynner

“How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.” - Oscar Wilde

Weaknesses:
1. I'm quite content in life and therefore to shift from this state of inertia would take a real force of nature.
2. Nobody seems to fit the bill for that force of nature. Is it me or them? Must be me. But to change would take a bigger force of nature.
3. I cannot be a helpless fluttery kind of girl who says things like "cho chweet" no matter how much guys seem to prefer that.

I've put up this quote before but I thought it'd be appropriate:
"A good man doesn't just happen. They have to be created by us women. A guy is a lump, like a doughnut. So first you gotta get rid of all the stuff his mom did to him. And then you gotta get rid of all that macho crap they pick up from beer commercials. And then there's my personal favorite...the male ego". - Roseanne Barr

So what's my conclusion? Find Frankenstein's lab book. Or pray really hard for a miracle. Death or a wedding, whichever is easier.

PS - Oh, I just found this one:
"The older theory was, marry an older man because they're more mature. But the new theory is men don't mature. Marry a younger one". - Rita Rudner
That means I'm totally justified in the whole Prince William situation.

PPS - I'm not really in an emo/kill-me-now state of mind.

Someone sent me this video. It's so adorable. I couldn't stop smiling.

Inherited brain powers

2009-08-03T18:29:00.003+05:30

I hope there's a special place in hell for the people who create computer viruses.

There are some crazy viruses floating around. I don't understand the psyche of those who sit around creating something that would destroy something valuable to someone they don't even know. In my family, we like talking about all the crazy people out there who make us seem sane.

My grandmother loves to talk. On a good day, she’ll ramble off stories about her childhood and life in some small town her father was transferred to where he’d be the local doctor. Life was good in those days, she said. Every Sunday was wash day when they’d be oiled up and scrubbed down. And the house will be full of home made goodies. It’s a rarity to find good home made stuff like munthrikothu, athirasam, kokkoos and stuff. It would be a shame if people stopped making them altogether. They’re painstaking but they are good and wholesome! (I'll try and put up pictures of some of these things)

My grandmother told me a interesting quip – we were discussing how old people need to do something to keep their minds active so that they don’t get bored, depressed or dull. She told me how the old women in town used to mix up bags of rice, lentils and other grains and then sit around the table, chatting and separating them. What a simple and yet effective puzzle when they didn’t have the means to get one of those complex things those people demonstrate at the malls, guaranteed to strengthen your brain power.

Speaking of brain power, she asked me why people speak really loudly on their cell phones in public. Then she came up with a really good explanation. I don't know where she gets them, but she always reads those weird news articles that make people paranoid about everything. She told me that she read somewhere that too much mobile phone usage affects the brain (and I mustn't use it so much), therefore, these people who talk constantly must have had their brain cells die and therefore they get worse when it comes to public etiquette. Is that why they call it a cell phone? Kill your brain cells. Talk more.

One of my grandma's memories is also one that I share because I used to visit them every summer while I was growing up. She recalled the days when we could hear the trains arriving at Chetpet station, the bugles at the police camp and, this was before my time, the mental patients in the mental hospital down the road. My grandmother can be morbid and doesn’t waste her time with political correctness either. That’s probably why it’s fun to hear her speak.

ps - Speaking of brain dead ideas, have you seen the new Idea mobile ads? "Walk while you talk"?? Are they insane? Do they really want the morons here to walk on the roads while talking on their mobiles? I think this must be another one of the population control methods. You know, killing off the idiots one by one using their own stupidity. We have loads of such population control methods here. Like why the roads are never fixed and potholes never covered or helmets and seat belts never enforced. Makes sense doesn't it?

Movie reviews: July 2009

2009-08-03T17:59:00.015+05:30

Quotes from "Better off Ted".

Ted: With the public's trust at stake, we all gave depositions. Veronica had done it before and so knew just what to say... or how little to say.
Female Lawyer: Were you involved in the development of this product?
Veronica: Yes.
Female Lawyer: And how would you summarize the company's reaction when they found out that the women who used this product were savagely attacked by insects?
Veronica: Ouch.
Female Lawyer: Will you elaborate on that, please?
Veronica: No.
Female Lawyer: Can you describe your job?
Veronica: Yes.
Female Lawyer: How would you describe your job?
Veronica: Cleverly

"The Hangover" was actually really funny. I went expecting one of those usual dick flicks but it took me by surprise.

"Harry Potter and the half-blood prince" - I couldn't remember the book much but it was fun to watch. The theatre went insane when Hermione came on screen. It was a little perverse.

"“Love and other disasters” - This was a very atypical romantic comedy which didn’t have the kind of ending I usually like. In fact, it was the kind of message that would under usual circumastances depress me. But I wouldn’t have had it any other way. The movie shattered my idea of love but still left me feeling good. That’s the funny thing about love – we all have illusions of grandeur about it and yet the reality of it is grander than all of those.

“Star Trek” - I absolutely loved it. I thought it did justice to the original series. The cast was awesome. If I ever start watching “Heroes” after this, I’m going to be rooting for Sylar. Strangely, Chris Pine actually looked like William Shatner when he played Captain Kirk. I ended up wondering if that meant that Chris Pine would end up looking like William Shatner looks now. Well, I guess then he can play Denny Crane when they do a remake of "Boston Legal".

"Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen" - It was fabulous (yes, I cried when that thing happened but I knew he would be back. Gospel link). It was a bit too long though; they could have shortened it by atleast 20 minutes if they'd left out all the mushiness. Or kept it as long and replaced it with more Transformers bits. I saw this one poster that had the caption "More alien robots, bigger explosions and much more Megan Fox". Was that the point of making a part two? They should have said starring Megan Fox, featuring the Transformers.

Journeys of the moment

2009-08-03T17:28:00.005+05:30

Here's an ironic quote:
"Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are." - Kurt Cobain
And I suppose suicide isn't a waste of the person one is.

Anyway, I was on the train a couple of weeks ago and my aunt was traveling with me. We weren't in the same coach and she wanted to see if we could move around and get seats next to each other. I wasn't too keen on moving because the people next to me were soooo interesting. They weren't talking to me but they'd just met and they were exchanging stories. There were three elderly men and one of them was obviously really good at starting conversations and asking questions. When I got in, he'd just gotten one of them to talk and that old man was telling everyone how he was a freedom fighter and all the things that he did. The third old man was one of the most ordinary looking men I'd ever seen - he'd fit right in a parota making shop in Nagercoil. And then he started his story. About forty years ago, he was a young carpenter who'd just gotten into a good arts college and creating wood works. A Spanish couple loved his work and took him to Spain where he worked as a carpenter for all these years. He met and "got together" with a Spanish woman with whom he has two sons both of whom are well settled in life.
When he said this everyone in that compartment had to keep their eyes from popping out. I tried my best to look like I wasn't listening but I'd be a deadlife not to! So the conversation starter asked him, "so, you have a Spanish wife?" and the guy's like "oh no, who gets married in places like that? we just slept together". And everyone just laughed and was having a jolly good time. Then they got to the part where they asked if his family here have met his Spanish family and as he was getting to that bit, my aunt found me and told me that she's found us seats together elsewhere and she took me away from the soap opera! What luck! But even the little I heard resonated inside of me... about how the most ordinary of people can have extraordinary stories. And everyone has a story. I'm sure that the old man would have asked me mine if I'd stuck around but mine's nowhere near as full, rich or entertaining as the ones I'd heard.
I usually get on a train, open my book and put on my headphones. This was the first journey in a long long time that I hadn't.

Wine-taste the moment

2009-06-09T11:55:00.002+05:30

It’s one of those days when you feel like you made a mistake at every crossroad of your life. Stupid crossroads.

I realize that I haevn’t written in ages. In a Funk? Down in the dumps? Muse on vacation? I don’t know. I was wondering why I was feeling like I was stuck in a place I didn’t want to be and started reminiscing and regretting all the path choices I’d made that got me here. Then I realized that one of the reasons I get annoyed and stuck in a rut could be because I’d forgotten what I’m passionate about. My blog used to be all about things I was passionate about. Both my loves and my hates. I couldn’t let myself down by letting my passions die out! I haven’t even checked out the crazy headlines on yahoo! in ages! I do remember one that made me laugh out loud – it was about Shah Rukh Khan applauding for another actor who’s supposed to be his rival. Oh gosh, stop the presses indeed!

We were at this family-friends gathering in one of the hill houses recently and it wasn't my usual comfort zone but the kids were playing cards so I sat down and played a few games and had fun. I was surprised that it was natural. So my aunt told me a story about how, several years ago, we were at a place like that and some of us wanted to drive back early because of some tv show (surprise surprise). On the way down, we had a flat tire and then we had to spend our time in the dark fixing it. She said that I was perfectly cool and un-irritated by the situation and she was saying how that's a good trait. Now, that surprised me because it sounded so out of character for me now. Then I wondered if maybe I was out of character now. I always thought that I used to be impatient, annoyed and angry as a teenager but maybe in reality I'm still all of those things in some way every now and then. I guess it's because when a passion I have for something dies out, I tend to forget it ever happened - tend to forget that it ever affected me and who I am. Once in a while, I'm brought face to face with things that remind me of recent past events that I'd locked away as soon as they were over (I have no trouble conjuring up the past. It's the recent past that I have trouble with). And everytime I'm made to recall a particular phase/happening, I wonder what else I might have forgotten and why. The reason things seem dull is because I'm probably not bothering/being involved too much in things happening all around me and I fool myself into thinking that nothing's happening! To be cliché about it and use phrases like "taste the moment" or "live for the moment", let me add my own. Maybe one ought to wine-taste the moment? Savour it while you can and get the full flavour - then you can either spit it out or enjoy it further. Because sometimes you get only a sip and then the bottle's gone.

The path of the river may not be as we would have liked, altered and thwarted by many a rock and tree. But it is as it should flow, helping all in its path to flourish.

Sketchbook link: Drinks like a fish and leaves

ps - I'm not an alcoholic.

You can always go Downtown (To Sparky's)

2009-06-01T11:28:00.001+05:30

Many people have that special hangout place where they can sit around for hours and talk loudly without getting thrown out. Like Pop Tate’s diner or Central Perk. I have Sparky’s. It’s probably the place for most of the people I know and it's probably the only restaurant I have spent the most time.
We recently had a fun cousin reunion/gathering there. My cousin was apparently in need of a Sparky's fix (and that's saying a lot because she lives in Singapore!), and we needed the ambiance and the fact that it’s so familiar that we needn’t be conscious of our over excited conversations. It made me realize that every time a group of us wanted to do nothing somewhere, that was the place we went to. We’re lucky Thom likes having people there.

They had a huge buffet for Cinco de Mayo on the 5th of May. It was a lot of fun. We randomly booked a table, unsure of how many of us would finally make it. One of the advantages of such evenings is that you’ll always find people you know who’ll sit at your table and probably do rotas of various tables. I must say that my tamale experience wasn’t as hot as I expected. But the Mexican pizza was really good – I’m trying to get them to add it to the regular menu. And of course, I enjoyed the do-it-yourself wraps/fajitas/burritos. There are probably many other places that have continental/western food but I don’t think they serve sarcasm which once you get used to, is hard to do without.
Oh, while I’m publicizing Sparky’s, I must mention the Easter brunch that I went for on.. Easter. Yes, I’m terribly late! There was this Kahlua mousse that was by itself worth the whole brunch. I was eating with a couple of friends who kind of picked at their food so I felt kind of bad to pig out. So, I waited for them to leave and went to the back area of the restaurant and ate some of the stuff I liked with some of the Sparky’s people who were hanging out there. That’s one of the extremely cool things about it. People who like food are kept happy :)

Sketchbook link: How's your chimichanga?

Thank goodness they have symbols also!

2009-05-30T11:47:00.000+05:30

This should have been posted, like, almost one month ago. It's old, blah news now. But I need to log it.

So, I voted on 13th May 2009. I had to travel home to do that because my name is registered there. It hardly took 5 minutes to vote because there wasn’t anyone at the booth at the time we were. So I got to spend the rest of the time being home. Even if it was for a few hours.
I’m not some big patriot or someone who’s ever taken civic duty seriously. In fact, civics was my least favourite subject in school. I hated it so much. No, politics isn’t my cup of tea. But I guess I felt like I must exercise my rights because the next generation will need good role models :D Besides, if I don’t vote, it’s quite possible that my vote will be misused. In fact, when I got back to work, I found out that many people went to vote and found that their names weren’t in the lists. Ridiculous or no reason given. And then there were rumours that the ballot machines were rigged so that any button pushed would get counted towards a particular party. Yes, all that sucks. But at the end of it, the best of the lot won. We are to have a secular government. Thank God for that.

Speaking of big, unexpected wins. Kris Allen beat Adam Lambert and became the new American Idol. He’s kind of sweet looking and doesn’t have that cocky attitude (or overtly made up skin). I liked his duet with Keith Urban. Country gets me everytime.

Swine flu. Whatever.

2009-05-01T10:23:00.002+05:30

Since we need medical drama also in life, epidemics come by every now and then. Currently, everyone's worried about the swine flu. When I was studying abroad, there was the outbreak of SARS. I remember my flatmate returning from China and she looked like a freaking zombie because she had been on a very long flight. I was so paranoid that it was that disease everyone was talking about. Anyway, we still haven't had any cases of swine flu here. Maybe because we're so used to bugs that they don't bother us anymore.

"Maybe swine flu comes from stupid piggy men. "

I was having a conversation with someone the other day about some random people. Apparently, some girl is involved with a very hot young man who has about three other girlfriends. It's quite obvious the way he treats/ makes up stories her that he's a player/jerk/piggy man. But that's not the astonishing bit. The truly bizarre part of the story is that the girl has so much trust in him and it would be pointless trying to expose him. And it's not like she has any reason to be a desperate soul. Why do women who have it all, throw it all away for jerks? It's so common that one would think that there must be a logical explanation. Someone you're dating tells you not to present yourself on his facebook, shouldn't you question that? It's not like he's batman and his enemies will destroy all his loved ones. Or else he tells you that you can't come to his house today because he's, um, cleaning... The problem is that when you kind of really like someone for no reason, then reason disappears completely and you keep liking them because you can't think of anything better to do. I just wish people wouldn't treat those who trust them like disposable waste.

"If you believe that you're here in this world for a reason, let the reason be love"

A friend of mine was in one of those "life's purpose" moods so I, in all my wisdom, gave her that line. She replied with "yuck". I'm so lucky that I have friends who respond to mush in that manner. This way, I'd never have to say sappy things to them to let them know how much they mean to me.

Maybe "yuck" could be a new philosophy. "Whatever" is another popular one. It can apply to any situation. We have a dog named Coal. He's kind of a not-so-friendly. I mentioned him in a chat session with my sister and she's like:
"You mean Cole?"
"What? I thought his name is Coal"
"No, it's Cole"
"Didn't you name him Coal because he was black?"
"Oh. Whatever"

See?

Sketchbook link: The Best Cure

"When I change, India changes."

2009-05-01T09:49:00.002+05:30

I always thought that when you voted, they stamped your index finger with the black spot. Do people honestly think it's cool to request it on their middle finger instead? These people are basically giving everyone the finger and getting applauded for it. A bit disrespectful of the right to vote, don't you think?

Yes, very cool. I'm a huge fan now.

How long can one be squeaky clean?

2009-04-30T11:03:00.006+05:30

If Hugh Hefner can be admired in spite of owning an enterprise that many women find demeaning, then shouldn't everyone be entitled to say something that could be offensive to someone and not be condemned too much?

Would the following passages be too offensive? If yes, then I'm just being one of those admirable rebels okay?

Why do some gay people take offense at so many things? I read that many gay people protested the movie "Basic Instinct". Does that mean only straight people can form obsessions that lead to murder? Why can't straight people take offense at every other murder movie then?
I saw that video of Miss California and her opinion of marriage and how "celebrity judge" Perez Hilton made sure she didn't win the contest. Now, that's just wrong on so many levels. First of all, she was giving them her opinion which was what was asked. Secondly, "Perez Hilton" being gay, should not have asked a question like "In your opinion, should marriage be between a man and a woman?". Thirdly, how did "Perez Hilton" become a celebrity judge?? He's an obnoxious and mean person who called her a b*tch and said he wasn't sorry. I thought gay people were supposed to be fun, sensitive and sweet. His real name is Mario Armando Lavandeira Jr. - no wonder he's gay.

I was reading David Cassidy's biography in which he spoke of his admiration for Hef. The Biography was kind of sad because it was one those Hollywood stories where a young idol shoots to fame, has everything he wants and yet cry cry cries in his lonely heart. Some of the groupie and drug stories were sick to read about because we actually do like to believe that sweet looking teen idols are squeaky clean.

New "local" online bookstore!

2009-04-29T10:52:00.005+05:30

I tried out this website flipkart.com to order some books and I was thoroughly impressed because my book arrived in a box with the flipkart logo all over like it does from Amazon.com! Also, they included an order slip with the enclosed book highlighted. What's even better is that they have books that aren't really available in the local bookstores so I'm kind of going crazy hanging out at flipkart these days.
It's a startup company so I hope they keep up their standards - India needs its own Amazon!

ps - shipping is free!

Hit this ball with that bat and you can become a god?

2009-04-28T11:56:00.005+05:30

I was at Landmark yesterday and there was some sort of thing happening there. At first, I thought it was some book reading but then I realised they were discussing the IPL cricket match. I'm like, this is a book store. How would you like it if we had a book reading at one of your matches? I tried to ignore them and browse but then something that guy said caught my attention. I think he was a player in one of the teams. He was speaking about how they referred to Sachin Tendulkar as 'god'. Cricket is a religion and Sachin is 'god'. Are you kidding me? I was stunned for a moment because earlier that day my colleague was telling me about the madness that is cricket and the poorly affected that is the Indian people are being exploited in this huge gambling scene that is the IPL. And here I was listening to them make it out to be much more. Here was a young man, like millions of others, elevating another man to the status of a god. No wonder we're a messed up nation. Our search for divinity and meaning and the need to worship something, anything has driven us to all sorts of ridiculous fill-ins. Must everything be either ignored or idolized?

I read an article yesterday about the extent to which 'holy men' have exploited people. It's fine if they're just in it for the money. After all, a fool and his money are soon parted. But when it involves sex, rape and incest, then that's just gross. They're insulting the very nature of holiness. You can't worship something that isn't holy. Plain and simple.

Someone I know is struggling with an in-law problem. I've noticed that the pattern for crazy mother-in-laws is if she either has an only son or sons and atleast one daughter. Either she's over possessive about her precious boy or she doesn't want a substitute daughter to have as much if not more than her real daughter. So anyway, this particular mother-in-law has some insane thoughts about adopted children (her children adopted a child). Apparently, the mother cannot hold her child when she's in her cycle. So when she was questioned as to what she did when she had children, she replied that she could hold them because she's their real mother. Don't people like that just make you want to vomit? Maybe she should take some adoption lessons from Angelina Jolie.

ps - I must admit that the one thing I do like about that IPL cricket thing is some of their logos. I especially love the Chennai Kings one, Knight Riders, Dare Devils and the Mumbai Indians' logos.