Today I cannot write…
Well… let’s just use bullet points.
1. Hate work.
2. Have to finish a lot of work.
3. Hate that I have to finish a lot of work.
4. Still love Dev D. And am sick of people talking utter crap. Like “its a movie for ultra modern Indians and is sick and perverted” Oh fuck off. Go jerk off and dream of getting some.
5. Dilli 6 is nicely shot. With good music. But that’s that.
6. I love the song Dilli 6… it’s quite awesome.
7. Christopher Moore’s Lamb is bloody awesome. I am almost done. :D
8. My left eye lid has a mind of its own. It just doesn’t stop flickering/throbbing/what do you call it!
9. I am so so so tired. What is happening to our country. Everyone talks such shit. They should shove their “Indian culture” up their &^%$#@! BEATING PEOPLE DOES NOT SAVE ANYTHING YOU MORONS.
10. I am bored. Please entertain me.
Let’s save our souls next.
What is wrong with him? What is our country coming to? What happened to CHOICE? What happened to providing information and letting people decide what they want to do with themselves!?
He has completely lost it. Here, read this…
Ramadoss wants all states to bring in prohibition
26 Feb 2009, 0155 hrs IST, TNN
NEW DELHI: Describing alcohol as the mother of all health problems, health minister A Ramadoss on Wednesday pushed for a national alcohol policy and urged states to introduce prohibition.
Replying to questions in the Lok Sabha, he said more youngsters were taking to alcohol and this was reflected by a survey which showed that the average age of liquor consumption had come down to 13.5 years from 28 years a few years ago.
“The four major risk factors which are directly or indirectly responsible for chronic non-communicable diseases are — tobacco use, alcohol use, physical inactivity and unhealthy diet,” Ramadoss said.
He said chronic diseases accounted for 55% of deaths in the country and in the next 40-50 years, Indians were expected to suffer more problems like cardiac ailments and diabetes.
“We need a national alcohol policy,” Ramadoss said, urging states to introduce prohibition. The minister added that so far only J&K and Gujarat had enforced prohibition.
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Prohibition?! Seriously? Does he not realise that its his stupidest idea till date! What is he doing about lack of hospitals, doctors, nurses, medicines?! Why doesn’t he work on drug policy, getting enough hospital beds and qualified doctors to cure people! Why doesn’t he WORK on all these issues instead of trying to get publicity by picking up issues like food, alcohol and cigarettes?! How dare he force his way of living (IF this is how he lives) on others? How dare he come up ridiculous, moronic, archaic solutions in order to gain publicity!
Work on the health policy; work on implementing the policy! Provide enough medicines and hospitals and doctors! Stop trying to ban things. It won’t help anyone. People will just spend more money on it; bootlegging will spread to all states and not just remain in Gujarat. The tharra will still be cheap and kill the poor. Educate them you moron. Oh wait, but THAT might not get you articles and news coverage eh?
Argh. Here’s the rest of it.
No.
I am always phone-available. I am the kind that replies to emails within 24 hours. I am very connected and with it and what not. I also went through the phase of liking my job, my boss and all that. I am one of those people who feel guilty if they say ‘No’ to work. I feel guilty if I don’t finish my work on time.
Well, I used to.
Now. I am sick of it all. I am sick. Actually sick. And cannot leave the house, so my brain is working overtime. I really am quite sick and tired of it all. Really.
For how long can one tell themselves, its just your love of sleep and nothing else that makes you not want to go to work? For how long can one tell themselves that they like their job with the new job role additions? For how long does one tell themselves that they are learning a lot from their job? When its just about the money! Isn’t it? It’s just about the money. Who the hell enjoys listening to baseless (not funny) sarcastic comments everyday? Who the hell likes to deal with morons ALL the time and explain to them that they are wrong; it’s not the end of the world that they made a grammatical error and they don’t have to prove that it’s NOT a grammatical error, because it will always be an error. BAH. Who can say ‘no I don’t want to do this’ some gazillion times? Who can say ‘my other work is suffering’ everyday without getting through to the other person? What is this? Some test of character? Some get your brain in a twisted mangled heap because you are getting paid this much.
Chheh.
Why do I need to feel guilty or worried about taking leave when I am sick because the new boss will make some horrid sarcastic comments? Why is someone so different at work? How are they nice and fun otherwise! How can someone who likes my favourite band be like this?! Blah la la.
The plan is to run away as soon as financially possible (!?). Switch off phone. Run to some place. Hide there for a while. Vegetate.
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What if I wasn’t meant to work? What if I’m meant for no work and all play. Sigh. Modern? Liberated? Independent? Nothing? Blah Hah. What? Dependent. Sure. But I don’t want to be a home-maker. That is too much work. I want to NOT do anything ever. Oh! sue me you protectors of the how-society-works-and-how-to-live-with-others-like-you code.
I love!
I love, absolutely, love the Oscars. And no, not just because of Slumdog or A.R Rehman and Gulzar winning this year. But, because it is so marvellously put together and executed to perfection. They appreciate each and every award category, and everyone, each and every person, shows respect and appreciation for the nominees and winners. The jokes are funny and in good humour, the performances are brilliant and everything is so perfect. Its absolutely fabulous.
I love.
And I am so so so SO thrilled for the Indian cast and crew there. I am also very thrilled about ‘Smile Pinki’. It was shot in India and I happen to know a member of the crew. Congratulations!
I love.
Yes. I am a sucker for award ceremonies. All award ceremonies. But I did hate the Star Screen Awards. Yes, that Sajid Khan and Farah Khan disaster. Morons.
Why can’t they put effort, time and thought in all award shows. It is after all an award show. You are appreciating people for the work they’ve done. Why not make them feel special? Sigh. Some sponsors (writers, if they let them do their job that is! and hosts) will never learn.
Well, Yay for AR Rehman and Gulzar and the man whose name I can never pronounce and Slumdog Millionare and Smile Pinki. :)
The last two days…
… Something for everyone!
I’ve had the usual, shiny-office-ed, cab-ride-ridden, smoke-break-filled two days.
Struggle to wake up -> Struggle to catch cab -> Sleep in cab -> Reach office -> Comb hair, re-do kajal, etc -> Sit at desk -> Smoke-break -> Struggle to work and follow to-do list -> Deal with please-help-phone-calls -> Deal with this-is-urgent-work -> Lunch -> Smoke-break -> Work (try to) -> Smoke-break -> Work (as if) -> Catch cab -> Reach home at a decent hour and feel immensely happy cause yay! you have two extra hours!
What happened during these days is of no importance at all. But because we like to share utterly random things with all of you, we will be narrating the events…
I get this post on my facebook wall, excuse me while I paraphrase.
I saw you on NDTV! So cool!
This simple sentence made me very happy. I was glad, finally, the protest was noticed by someone we know! Yes, I did participate. Yes, I didn’t write about it (and so I wasn’t linked to the other blogs that talked about it). I didn’t want to write about it because everytime I read about it or heard about it, people managed to say such stupid things that to avoid being unbelievable rude I thought it best to stay shut. Anyway, some places covered it well. So that was that I guess.
The simple sentence made me type this:
Really? When was this? Do you remember? You don’t happen to have the link do you?
She:
No… I saw you on TV in a feature on women (an hour long)… you were there for 40 seconds… or so. It was national television! And I recognized you! So Cool!
Me:
Yes… thanks! :) I went for this protest… and there we had a lot of media coverage (sound bytes, interviews, etc)… I don’t know what they actually showed on TV. What was I saying??
She:
It wasn’t about the protest. It was about liberated women in India.
Me:
Let me guess… I was drinking or smoking or both?! Ooohh! I love my Indeeyaaaaaa!
She:
Haha! Yes, yes!
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That was that.
People listen up! I am a liberated, modern Indian woman => Smoker, Alcohol consumer => of “Loose character”! => Modern woman.
Vicious circle it is.
NDTV needs to be kicked in the balls, if those even exist.
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So, what did a liberated, modern India woman do yesterday? She consumed some good stuff! Ladies and gentlemen (teehee), she had some lovely Gentleman Jack. It’s so so so yummy… it’s ridiculous how tasty it is. It looked like dark golden honey… Baby played notes of caramel and dark oak and shone beautiful golden light to beckon, to tease… and then it satisfied. She smiled, all light-headed and giddy and in a happier place!
She also got a chance to taste another bourbon, Woodford Reserve from Kentucky. It was like relishing molten dark chocolate in front of a fire place. A big warm glowing fire place. Yummmmm…… mmm…… She likes. She likes a lot.
She smoked and ate mutton biryani and nihari. She finished a lot of kababs also. ‘Twas fun! Lots of fun.
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If you ever miss your cab/car breaks down and cannot get a lift/cannot find public transportation, do not accept a ride on a bike. My little brother was careful and considerate while driving the bike from Delhi to Gurgaon, he was. But it is NEVER a good idea to ride a bike the morning-after a late-drunk night. NEVER.
I am quesy.
QUESY. It is a word.
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Now, I’m off. I am going to watch some madness unfold.
Madness? You ask? Yes. Well the only madness around here is the “Oops I fucked up” kind. So, this is what is happening around me right now.
“I booked the room* for the 20th. What is wrong with you?”
“Send the IT guys to VC room 1. SEND THEM NOW”
“People are waiting!”
“DON’T argue with me right now. DON”T. Give them a room. They are waiting. No, No. We will talk about this later……… LATER”
“I am not going to take any calls…” *phone rings* “Yes… yes yes… only a 5 minute delay”
“Sirop! Can you help?! Pleaasseee…” *phone rings* “Yes, please join the webcast.”
“But the presentation is with me!”
Mwaahahhahahaaa!
Idiots.
*The room was booked for a web conference for ‘em leadership types. Some across location bigshots were to meet and discuss the future of the economy or some such. Such important discussions can happen later. Let the secretary scream for now! Mwaahhahahahaha!
