I have an assignment that has been postponed so often that nobody knows when it has to be submitted. Other than that, I have one more project to be done tomorrow. And then, pretty much nothing else for a while. The midterm schedule came out a while ago and I found out that none of my courses have midterms. Yay! So basically, when some people are slogging their asses off, I'm free! This is so much better than being free when everybody else is also free. Now, i get to be free and gloat about it to the other idiots who aren't! Ideal situation.
Nothing much other than that. Went out for dinner. Had biriyani and dal and raitha and soup. I have a splitting headache adnd I feel like I'm dying. It feels like their are these tiny people behind my eyes and they are simultaneously trying to poke my eyes with red hot rods and hit my skull with hammers. It hurts. Really hurts.
Now I have to go and figure out what to do for this other submission.
hey how was ur quiz ? didnt see u after morn..
ReplyDeleteshri - the quiz sucked. i had no idea what to write and consequently, was the first person out of the door.
ReplyDeleteala - no.. not the quixtar sales talk! not that i have ever heard it before, but... did you know that amway paid 25 mill to canadian courts for defrauding customs... apparently there are similar lawsuits against quixtar.
do they bother you so much? are they like those door-to-door evangelists, who want to 'save' you?
my uncle got all of us into it. yes, yes. it runs in the family.
ReplyDeletei never signed up for it. but he got my mom into it at first [this was 1999] and then in 2003, my sister. i had no idea what it was all about. i only knew it was some kind of pyramid scheme [screams 'shut up' at the fanatics from quixtar who suddenly decided to voice their opinion on that]. i even -shudder- went so far as to sell some of the sachets of the g5 [? - whatever, some lotion] to classmates at the university [osmania university college of engineering batch of 99 - 'rock on1']. i had no idea why people started avoiding me after that. found out later that some of them had attended these meetings. i never did go to any of these until 2002 when i accompanied my sister[younger by the way, in case you were wondering] to one in chennai [november/december 2002 - somewhere in there]. i got the full blast of that stuff that day. i was suddenly scared. i didn't know why. i ended up dragging my sister out of there as soon as the time for our train was close enough [we booked tickets without checking the schedule for the thing]. in any case, she was angry with me, but i didn't tell her what the reason was - i didn't know about it at that time either.
then, i come to the united states. first person i meet on landing here [i avoid chicago like the plague now], the uncle who's associated with <strike>the devil</srike> quixtar. he took me to a small meeting thingy. i thought, ok. looks like fun. i'm not joining this shit, but hey, these guys have fun.
then went back after a few months, intending to have some fun in the summer, spend time with my cousins, meet classmates there. ended up being miserable. all they ever talked about or diid at home was quixtar this, quixtar that. they did not have a social life to speak of other than the quixtar stuff that they did. and they went to all kinds of dingy places to arrange their meetings. i mean dingy. those places were awful. but yet, they kept going there. small reception rooms behind a soul kitchen and bar [which means only black people go there - for the uninitiated]. people walked in and out loading and unloading supplies from the meeting room, which turned out to be a make-shift storage room for the bar. and all through this, my uncle talked about a great life, a great future, how to show other people this life and how those people can help you get the life you want.
i even tagged along after them to a bigger meeting [after a 6 hour bus ride all the way in rochester, ny state] and there it hit me. a cult. a friggin cult. that's what this whole thing is. i helped my sister and mom join a cult. i still beat myself to death about this. and talking to the cydonian one day, realised that i wasn't alone in this line of thought.
and to think i almost joined it after my uncle pressured me to death. he even had the audacity to suggest i wouldn't make far in the line i was chosing for myself because of the present system - whatever he knew about that. i'm never asking him advice about anything else.
so basically, they're far worse than any evangelist. those people damn you to hell. you laugh it off. you move along. these people crawl under your skin. they're people you know. they become people you want to trust. they show you fantastic dreams. show you a better life. talk about positive thinking. and they suddenly turn around and bite you in the a$$. like i wasn't xenophobic by nature. now i'm paranoid about talking to anyone new. i always make the joke about the quixtar thing to break the ice. some people don't like it, some people who've had far worse experiences with this thing even scream at me, for reminding me of it.
phew. this should be a post not a comment. hope none of those people see this. they can trace it back to me real quick. my uncle's going pretty high up in the chain ['oh get a life' - to some more quixtar spokespersons]. like i care. bring it on. i have a semblance of a life now. and never cared about 'hurting the family' anyway. i say, bring it on biitch.
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ala. you have issues.
ReplyDeletedamn that was long! do you feel better now that all the vitriol is out of the system?
ReplyDeleteLOL! When I first landed in Atlanta, the local Indian crowd dragged me to this, and I got out as fast as I could.
ReplyDeleteIt wasn't even funny - seems like the desi crowd is HELL bent on this crap. One would wonder WHY.
:-\
But you know, that's a great business idea right there. Ya' know?
1. Find stupid people
2. Start a cult for stupid people
3. Be inspired by Quixtar, KKK and the like
4. ????
5. PROFIT!!!!!111!!!1111oneone