It has been a while.

I get too much crap in my inbox. Yesterday, I got a really horrible mail with pictures of a guy crushed by a truck. And when I told someone that I got this horrible mail, he sent me videos - one of an elephant killing a guy, one of a croc hurting a handler and one of a lion being all liony. Why? When I told him that I got this mail, I specifically said that I found it very disturbing and then he sends me videos! Asshole.

Idly and Vadai dunked in sambar with thenga chutney on the side. Mmmm. Coffee. Double mmmm. What did you have for breakfast?

I saw a guy who looked just like Stanley Tucci near the water dispenser thingy. Serious double take stuff.

I was walking behind a couple of girls - one large and one tiny. The large one said that hyderabad water was horrible and that she was going bald. The tiny one laughed. But here's the thing, the large one had long, think hair, almost till her butt. The tiny one had very short hair and really was going bald; atleast, it looked like that from where I was standing/walking. So if the large one was being sarcastic/making fun of the tiny one, not very nice of her. If she was serious, sheesh. Take a look at who you are talking to, dumbass!

The sister was going to see Casino Royale yesterday. I wonder what she thought of it. Hey, Soph?

How great is DailyLit.com! For those of you who don't know - you can sign up to receive a chapter a day of one of the 500+ titles that they have. They have only classics but with Alexandre Dumas and Lewis Carrol and Agatha Christie and William Shakespeare and O.Henry and Oscar Wilde, I don't think I'll ever run out of things to read. I have signed up for G.B.Shaw's Major Barbara. They even have Sophocles and Von Clausewitz! I don't know how long I'll be excited about this, but for now, I am. Whoo.

And more hilarity - Only the telugu version of Casino Royale has been released in this city. The english version releases only on Dec 1. People are pissed. I really don't care. It's James Bond. How interesting could it be?

Update:
I went here from a link somewhere. A 90-something man who quotes from Alice In Wonderland and writes about cannibalism. From there, I went here, a 66 year old woman who has been blogging for more than a year. They both write so well.

Anyway, I got this poem from dontoearth.

I wish I loved the Human Race;
I wish I loved its silly face;
I wish I liked the way it walks;
I wish I liked the way it talks;
And when I’m introduced to one,
I wish I thought "What Jolly Fun!"

Do you like your job?

I don't. What is worse is that I don't know what I would like to do.

Anyway, somebody explain Live Aid to me. Why do people think that they can get rid of poverty by having pop concerts?

A friend recently told me that she thought I was 'lost'. I am not sure what she meant. I am not sure that I am not.

Did MJ sing at some award show recently? No, I don't really care.

What exactly is Funk?

Too many questions. I'll see you all on Monday.

Ugh. I am unbelievably depressed. I use that word loosely. I am tired, for no reason; pissed off, again, for no reason; anti- social, as I have always been; and sad, and I don't know why. I could just say that 'life' has gotten to me but I haven't done much living lately. Barely existing. I just want to lie in bed all day. And get up only to go to the bathroom. And sleep. How long is forever?

I'm going nuts.

6 people I know are getting married before March.

I read somewhere that America is more religious than Asia and in 10 years, Europe will be too. Yay for Asia.

If you are mad, would you know?

Give me something interesting to read. I have bought a book on India but I am not able to make myself read it. I want something light, funny, interesting. I don't know what happened to my ability to read anything, anytime. I miss it. I bought
a couple of Lee Child's books a while ago. I want something like that. Mindless entertainment.

I am watching United 93 this weekend. I don't know why I am going to a see a movie I have seen before and didn't particularly like. Maybe it is part of my talk to actual people and not just people who live in my head thing. I don't know if it will work. I don't think it will. There aren't actual people in my head. Imaginary people? Lots. I'm going now.

Bye. Have a good weekend.

D and I were waiting for the bus. It came. We got on. I tripped, my shoe fell off the bus. The bus started moving. With my shoe on the road. I yelled. The bus stopped. I walked, one foot bare, to my shoe which had barely escaped being run over. The bus took off without me. Atlast I no longer had one bare foot. Just a dirty sole.

Everything noteworthy that happens to me, seems to happen in the vicinity of a bus. Atleast this did not involve shattered glass and run away bus drivers and angry mobs.

Over at the Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster, there is a hilarious post in the Hate Mail section.

Excerpt: ‘you fucking fuck of a fucking fucker fucky fuck fuck fucker fucky fucker fucky fucker fucky fuck fuck!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!’

I almost spewed the coffee on the screen when I read that.

So.

Coconut Chutney with Aloo Parathas? Ugh. People say such terrible things to me when I have curd rice with ketchup but this is ok? I object. I strenuously object. The 3 others sitting with this guy didn't blink when he sat down at their table. They just included him in the conversation as if all was well in their world! That freaked me out. Do people really have coconut chutney with aloo parathas? Do other people think it is ok? What sort of world am I living in?

Anyway, there is an article/video in Wired.com/YouTube about a guy who saw the Flying Spaghetti Monster in Germany.

sweeping in Kalamazoo...

http://www.flickr.com/photos/mmflint/292685189/

I don't know why I'm on the Micheal Moore mailing list, but I am. I followed a link and it took me to this picture..

Americans are weird.

I don't know what Logo Gazzag. com is or what it does but I have received about 50 invites for it. My guess is that it is yet another social networking site.

 

A rickshaw and a bus fought and the bus won. I was there after the fight and saw the battlefield. It was a mess. Mangled steel and shards of glass all over the place. I don't know what happened to the people. It couldn't have been pretty.

 

My first ever appraisal is coming up in some time. Bleh. 

- A chap I know sent me an email now with "anyone(s)" in it.

- People have a lot of trouble with 'its' and 'it's'

- Too many people treat "the" with no respect at all. It has a purpose. Don't diss it.

- "Myself (insert name here)" is a terrible way to introduce oneself. Too many people seem to be doing it.

- Why is Simi Garewal famous? What did she do before her god awful talk show? Aishwariya Rai is creepy. Simi Garewal is creepy. Both of them together in one frame freak me out. Kill the TV.

- Somebody on my Google Chat list has a "Tryst with Destiny".

- "Wat r u dng n ofc?" STOP IT. STOP IT. DON'T DO THIS TO ME.

 

 

 

I generally email my posts, but the last two times, it didn't work. I don't know if Gmail is screwing up or Blogger is.

My first pimple in 2 years showed itself this morning. All in all, not a happy day.

Who is finally Senator of Virginia? Porno Webb or Macaca Allen?

I posted this yesterday evening and again, blogger fucked up.

- A chap I know sent me an email now with "anyone(s)" in it.
- People have a lot of trouble with 'its' and 'it's'
- Too many people treat "the" with no respect at all. It has a purpose. Don't diss it.
- "Myself (insert name here)" is a terrible way to introduce oneself. Too many people seem to be doing it.
- Why is Simi Garewal famous? What did she do before her god awful talk show? Aishwariya Rai is creepy. Simi Garewal is creepy. Both of them together in one frame freak me out. Kill the TV.
- Somebody on my Google Chat list has a "Tryst with Destiny".
- "Wat r u dng n ofc?" STOP IT. STOP IT. DON'T DO THIS TO ME.

I posted this at 10 am but it didn't post. Don't know why. Bad Blogger.

I don't know what Logo Gazzag. com is or what it does but I have received about 50 invites for it. My guess is that it is yet another social networking site.

A rickshaw and a bus fought and the bus won. I was there after the fight and saw the battlefield. It was a mess. Mangled steel and shards of glass all over the place. I don't know what happened to the people. It couldn't have been pretty.

I'm sitting right below the airconditioning vent and it is bloody cold. In training today. The trainers are surprisingly good. Not sleepy today.

My first ever appraisal is coming up in some time. Bleh.
Update: I take back what I said about not feeling sleepy. So sleepy.

Update: Hot Hot vadai.

Somebody's status message says "Always put yourself in others' shoes. If it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too".

 

Wouldn't it depend on shoe size?

I am the stupidest person on this planet. We have certifications tests at work that we need to take. I have to get one of those by this December. So I took it today. And I FLUNKED! It was one of the easiest tests and I flunked. A bloody multiple choice test and I failed. Failed by 2 points. Failed by 1 question. I am so ready to kill myself. Not because I particularly care about failure, but because I have to take the damn thing again. In two weeks. A bloody waste of my time.

I was faced with a difficult choice last night. I wanted to watch TV for a while before going to sleep. I was in no mood for news and I really didn't want to see Friends reruns or JAG. So I had a choice between watching New Zealand get thrashed by Australia or some movie. I watched NZ get thrashed (36/6!!). It was terrible. I watched until they were 45/6 and got bored. So, then I watched a really bad bunch of tamil movie songs on Adithya TV. Bleh. They were all sooo bad. They were playing 80's songs. The garish clothes and hiding behing flowers became too much to handle and so I checked out what english movies were on. Oh the choices. I had to choose between Sheena, Goldfinger (There was a character in it called Pussy Galore!! How Austin Powers), Blade Trinity, and a bunch of other crap. I went to bed.

 

Bed was good. Sleep never disappoints.