Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Hell's Bells!

One short, bitter rant: Women who Come to Work with Bells on their Anklets. As far as I can see, you are neither a house nor a cow. Expanding further on this line of reasoning, you are not a church, a fire engine or Santa's sleigh. Then why, pray tell, do you need bells? Or, to put it more eloquently, what's up with those friggin' bells???

We are not allowing all this!

Read a news snippet about an Israeli couple who were jailed somewhere in Rajasthan for kissing in public. Apparently, the two were being married according to Hindu rites and indulged in some canoodling whilst the ceremony was on.

Now, their actions might have been inappropriate. But was arresting them really necessary? What bothers me is how pro-active Indians can be if we really want to be. Bad roads, garbage, spitting, men molesting women (quaintly referred to as “eve teasing”), corruption and lies are all fine. But let someone hurt our “religious sentiments” and we start breathing fire and brimstone.

Eh? As far as my knowledge goes, ancient India was a very advanced culture with major accomplishments in every field from architecture to astronomy. I do not think that in those times, our ancestors went about spitting on the streets, grabbing random women, letting filth accumulate in public places and such like. Then what happened? When did we slide down from that to this? Does it not hurt our “Indian values and culture” when we indulge in all of this? Apparently not. But let the lips of a pair of foreign tourists meet, and then watch out!

Whoever said, “India is not a developing country. India is an advanced country in an advanced state of decay” got it dead right. OK, so maybe we’re not in a state of decay but can we please stop being so ridiculous?

Friday, September 16, 2005

Looking for more like these

Boron: A boring moron (coined byDad)
Bossified: having a boss who’s too rigid
Collitis: A rash of new colleagues, all irritating
Irritaping: being recorded on one of those handycams. Even when you don’t want to be.
Latext: Text messages sent way too late in the night (More common than you think)
Painist: So fond of talking about their own physical pain
Perfunctionist: A pretend perfectionist

Monday, September 12, 2005

Exact change

Madness takes its toll. Please have exact change.
~(Seen somewhere on the World Wide Web.)

Friday, September 02, 2005

Mother

What can you say about mothers? All I know is that mine is exceptional, so I can talk about her.

I guess I would love to write her a sort of thank-you note that tries to encompass all that she is and what we feel for her. Yes, I know, I have more hope of achieving a treatise on sub-atomic particles than writing something that would really cover all that Mom is.

Still, since she is an angel in human form, I shall try.

Thank you for making four different types of eggs each morning for breakfast. For introducing us to the tooth fairy; for making the best mayonnaise on earth and letting us lick the spoons every time you made it.

For being the sounding board for all our ideas, however outrageous. For giving the words “Stop It” an air of insurmountable authority. For trying to get away by cooking khichdi every time Dad was away, and then sheepishly surrendering to our warnings against cooking khichdi.

Thank you for being so beautiful that when told that we can never be a patch on you, ever, all we can do is beam. For thinking that “damn” is a horrible curse word and instilling in us a horror of swearing. For having the softest hands in the world and for smacking us that one time with the net side of a badminton racket so it wouldn’t hurt.

Happy birthday, Mom!
(This sappy outpouring is a tribute to my mother’s gentleness. I usually express my affection by clamoring to sit on her lap, dishing out violent bear hugs, and/or biting her.
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