Sunday, November 30, 2008

A sad state of affairs...

What's happening to India ? Anyone who has stayed glued to the idiot box must be feeling the same kind of helplessness and depression that I am feeling right now. Ignorance is bliss sometimes. What can we say or do to bring peace to the families of those people who have lost their lives in the most unfair way possible ?

Mumbaikars have always been praised for their spirit every time something horrible of this sort happens. But by the looks of it, everyone is angry now. And why shouldn't they ? The moment they have recovered from one massacre, they plunge right into another one. Raj Thackeray is surprisingly quiet through all this. He must have noticed that the people who tried to save lives weren't all from Mumbai. How can we be safe when politicians in India themselves do not ensure safety to its citizens ? It's even more shocking when someone like the Dy CM of Maharashtra says something like 'In major cities, such small things happen'. Small things ?!


The terrorists involved were all under 30. The only one captured is 21. He speaks fluent English, sporting a Versace tee and cargo pants... seems like any other college going student except that he's carrying an AK56 rifle. It's so sad that even youngsters are getting dragged into all this. He now says he doesn't want to die and is giving away all the info to the officials. Then why did he get himself into such a dangerous situation in the first place? Didn't he fear for his life before he got into all this ? Was he forced against his own will ? Sad...


Here's what he did at the CST station...




Will any type of punishment compensate for all the lives lost ?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Why do we do this ?

Was bored out of my wits. I don't usually turn to YouTube for entertainment. Was going through some random videos and landed up with this one. It's an ad for Trueroots which is a calling service provided by Tata. I simply loved the ad because its so true. Indians will be able to identify with what's being depicted.

We (as Indians) have so many mannerisms that are unique and oh-so-adorable. We fight for the most irrelevant things. We nod and shake our heads for a 'yes' or a 'no'. This 'yes' and 'no' technique has earned many a fans from around the globe. Foreigners have gone to great lengths to describe in their blogs how to interpret these shakes and nods so as to make it easier for their readers who plan to tour India and who has to take services from a local taxi driver. One of these blog entires has even mentioned the angles in which a head turns for a 'yes', 'no' and a 'maybe'. Weird but true.

We even have the habit of putting 'uncle' and 'aunty' after every name of an elderly person. 'Seema Aunty', 'Yash uncle'. Am guessing we are the only people who do that!

Anyway, enough of my banter. Enjoy the video!


Friday, November 14, 2008

Things like these make my day!

> It feels great to be compared to someone so famous as... Donald duck. Why why why ? But according to G, I am not the only one who looks like this famous character. So does Prachi Desai and Dia Mirza. I feel blessed :)

> Trust Sumi to come up with new plans. Madam sees every movie at home whereas me, moi, myself likes to go for every boring Hindi movie in theatre. But this time she does want to go to a movie hall... to watch one that so appeals to me. It is a love story between a girl and a vampire. Good looking vampire at that. Aah, finally a dreamy love story in which you can comprehend why the heroine spends sleepless nights in her chamber. She is thinking about love bites, you see ;)

> I hate all this shopping for India. Anything that reminds me of going back is dealt with a frown. And of course, change of topics.

Ma - "You like this torch we got today? Will be useful when there are power cuts in Kerala"

Me - "Whats for lunch?"

Ma - "You like this fan ? It works on batteries as well so when there are power cuts in Kerala, you can still use this"

Me - "Whats for dinner?"

Ma - "You like all these shiny paper plates and cups ? We got it so that we can serve food in them in kerala for prospective grooms and in-laws"

Me - "Ayyyooooo... it is so cold here. Weather changing no, ma?"

A highly frustrated mom walks away.

As you can see... change of topics. ;)

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Transitions

It always feels terrible to get out of one's comfort zone. But as everyone knows, you can't achieve anything unless you get out of it. Change of phases always bring me a great discomfort. Eventually, I do end up liking them.

When I was in school, I was damn sure I will never like college. First of all, I had to go to Kerala and talk to my classmates in Malayalam. It's not that I don't know the language, but if you use some high funda words I will look as if I was just given a time bomb. I would never get to interact with small, cute 6-7 year olds like in school, who were just so carefree, enthusiastic and in love with life. I would never get to eat chicken mayo sandwich from ISB canteen. And on top of that, I had to wear a sad looking churidhar (my uniform) which didn't suit me at all.

If I sound like an arrogant NRI know-it-all, well... yes, that was me in the beginning. That lasted until I came to know... the others knew much more than me :P I slowly started liking the place. I started liking the milkshakes (only thing worth having from college canteen). By the end of my fourth year, I was completely in love with it.

After my fourth year, I was damn sure I wouldn't like going to work. Too much responsibilities. Too much headache. And you can't sleep during work hours. When I started to work... it didn't turn out so bad. The money earning part I just loveeeee :D The financial independence is just awesome.

Now its almost time for my next transition and I feel the same discomfort. Maybe all this uneasiness is for the good, as proved in the past. Though I think this transition phase is a lil harder than the other ones I went through because there is a lot more pressure, a lot more of disappointments.. and you are just looking desperately for that lil iota of hope and happiness.

Sometimes, I just wish I could go back to my childhood days and start things all over again...

But then...this is what life is all about.

Friday, November 07, 2008

East or West... Mallus are the pests ?? :-(

I hate it when people crib about Keralites in our local Bahrain newspapers. They just go on and on about how Keralites are selfish, self centred and how they think Kerala is a country by itself. I remember one of the letters said 'If you ask a Keralite where they are from, they will say they are from Kerala.. and not India'.

I mean, honestly, even if we do... the same goes for people from other states too. I am sure Raj Thackeray agrees. At the moment, if anybody were to ask that 'Indian (?)' where he is from.. I am sure he will say he's from Mumbai and that Mumbai should be separated from rest of the states in India. Yea, I think so too. It should be located far far away from India and the other states. Not that I have anything against Mumbai. But our dear Mr. Raj Thackeray would then be at peace since not every lay person from other states can get into Mumbai. It will just be Mumbai and the Mumbaikars. Blah! Dunno how many of you have seen Sarkar Raj. But this guy seems totally influenced by it. He's the goonda of the nation. A goonda who seems to have many followers. Shame on him! Not because he doesn't consider himself as an Indian, but because he didn't leave even leave Amitabh Bachchan alone. He seems to have forgotten that all his ideas came from Bachchan's character in a movie. Raj, you should be worshipping this man instead. You should put a large portrait of his and do pooja everyday. You should be thanking him for being your mentor.

Phew! Looks like I got carried away when I started typing 'Raj Thackeray'. Let's get back to Keralites, shall we ? We are the butt of everyone's jokes. Not just Keralites. Sardars obviously top. Followed closely by Keralites & Tamilians. Apart from the jokes, its so sad that many Indians dunno even how to spell Kerala properly. Its usually 'Karela', 'Kerela', 'Kerla'. Sighhhhh!

Coming back to the complaints in the local newspaper about Lola kuttys and the Lola kuttans of India, I got so pissed off that I sent a big letter (as a very good patriot.. yes yes, thank you very much) to stop all the cribbing about us. And why it takes only a cricket match or Olympics to realize we are all Indians ?

Recently, I was on my way back home from work. I was talking to this guy in my transport who is a North Indian. He asked me why I didn't speak Hindi. I told him I have no problem understanding anything in Hindi and that am actually a bigggg fan of Hindi movies, but the only problem is I never had the confidence to speak in Hindi because I always got the gender wrong. My God! Everything in Hindi has a gender. From rivers, to trees... to even tables. And I don't like getting genders wrong :P Who am I to change the gender of things ? That's why I don't converse in Hindi. He then asked me where I was from. I told him I am from Kerala.

Silence
.

Then the guy turns to this other guy 'See, this is the problem with Mallus. They never say they are from India'!!

Nightmares in letters converted to reality... *sighhhh*

Monday, November 03, 2008

You know you are getting old (Part 2)

When lil tykes walk up to you and call u 'aunty' without any second thoughts. And I feel like telling them in 'Hum Paanch' style.. 'aunty math kaho naaaaaa....!!!'

Maybe am gaining weight, maybe its my specs, maybe I walk in aunty style... what's this ? Or maybe all 24 year olds need to be called that by 3 year olds....

Aaaaaaargh!

-End of part 2-

P.S - Sumi, I will write longer posts soon. Not feeling patient enough to write long ones.