Despair!

One thing i like about cooking everyday is that i can give food to my maid. Though, Iam the last person you would find donating money for a flood relief fund(12.5%vat+10%service-charges, and the loosers want us to give flood relief fund too... huh!), i like helping people who really want to make a difference.

My maid, Pattama got married when she was 18, had a son, lost her husband within a year of her marriage, and now is 55, a survivor. She most probably earns around 5k per month, doing house work, doesnt take a penny from her only son, on the contrary she sends him money. She worries about her grandkids not being sent to school, and complains about her daughter in law, who is a complete moron.

One thing that stupifies me, is the over-dosage of paternal instinct in mankind, animals have their maternal instint too, but it wears off within months. But humans, no matter how bad the world treats them, they end up fighting for the one scrawny little offspring of theirs.

Recently i visited a bird sanctuary, seriously what the hell do the crocs and Storkes do, they sit around all day, hunt once a week and then nothing. A lifelong holiday in the wilderness. And look at us, we walk, talk, jump, irritate, think, fret, care, complain and all for what? We cant sit idle for an hour, but still believe our lives amount to nothing.

I believe mankind got screwed when they decided to become good parents. Care led to share, share led to compare and compare led to despair!!!!

Stumble

Welcome to the Indian-corporate meet the stuck-ups and the what-ever-works, and if you are lucky you might just find a regular-joe, hiding under the ladder.

The other day we had this discussion about people taking vacation, in Nokia Finland, a guy can take a month off, offload his work to someother guy and be sure that he will not be disturbed during his vacation. In India, there is a pre-vacation period, when you are too excited about the vacation to work, then the post-vacation period when you are still in the holiday mood to work, and the vacation period in which you actually work, and forget the offloading part, loosing jobs to Indians is not an American problem its the bigger-Indian problem, if one American can be replaced by three indians in a day, then one Indian can be replaced by a fresher* in a jiffy. So here we are trying to survive, we can take vacations but should be available at all times.

The biggest difficulty most of us face is how to say "NO!" without sounding insincere or rude. We are so used to saying "Yes!" all our lives, its sometime impossible to stand up and say, "NO!" and feel secure about it. Its like playing hangman, everytime you say, "No!", you feel that you are one step closer to the end.

When i was a green-eyed monster, my ugly-dream was NOT to become yet-another-cog in yet-another-huge machine, but now my prayers are to be the ugly little cog, that cracks louder and ultimately doesn't get run over by the machine.

You learn, then re-learn and then again re-learn and then wish you had never changed to begin with.

* the half-baked green-eyed monster with big ugly dreams, churned out by the engineering colleges

Random Muzik

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXu3WafBt6I&NR=1&feature=fvwp - By Joshua Radin, liked the lyrics
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vrPKiCCo4Mo - Secondhand Serenade, listened to them on the radio today, love the vocals

Just in case the world ends in 2012

The more i think about it, the more iam convinced that the world is ending in 2012. No matter how hard we try to save it, this is it, Zilch, games up. so here is my bucket list

1. Have a meaningful relationship with a phirangiinii (ahhhh the paradox).
2. Learn acting and act in a play.
3. Make wine at home.
4. Get stoned.
5. Get super stoned.
6. Get super super stoned. And design clothes.
7. Learn to play drums and join a rock band.
8. Come up with a million dollar idea to destroy the earth faster.
9. Learn swimming, just in case if the world decides to drown itself, i can swim to mars
10. Fly an aeroplane. And Understand the meaning of life.

I'M IMPRESSED

Fabric painting and Idea by ME!!!
p.s. The Hand Impression is mine, hence the Tshirt is impressed by me :D .... get it!!!!

Total Sum

No one gets the perfect deal, except say Pringles, they are diced, salted and stacked exactly like the one next to it.

Married people want kids, people with kids want car, people with cars want Bungalows, people with Bungalows want vacation property in Hawaii, and i want to own a private island. We compare, try to dice ourselves, try salt ourselves, and still we are never like the guy next door. Why even try?

The total sum of the world never changes, there is a looser and there is a winner but the sum doesnt change, everytime you make 10bucks, there is some guy somewhere loosing 10bucks. But what if i banish myself to a private island, and decide not to trade with the world, i grow my own food, spin my clothes and become a recluse. Iam not making 10bucks, so someone is not going to loose his 10bucks, am i making someone rich by not making money? or will the world find a way to pluck the 10buck from the poor bugger inspite of me.

Everytime i see the body stack around me, everyone "seems" to have a better deal then me? Life is a game of poker, everybody puts up a great show, inspite of what they are dealt. And why should i be any different?

Back to the future

Yday was a nostalgia drive back to the place I had spent 3 years, and returning back I felt nothing had changed, except me. For starters, spencer plaza looked like an old crumbling building rather then the most happening place in Chennai. And only two major retailers :O, in a mall, that I assumed was India’s biggest, even pizza hut dint taste right.

In Chennai the auto meters are unheard off, and 150rupees has no value in auto language, I took an auto from Mount Road to T-Nagar for 60bucks, but then that was caz my bro had warned me, otherwise after asking those four or five autos I would have thought 150 was the norm.

And then T-nagar, it managed to put off a hardnosed shopaholic like me, I was planning on going to Pothys, but then even pothy’s was overflowing with Diwali shoppers. Damn all the money I would have saved if I was in Chennai, sri-shopping=fortunate.

City center was a surprise, but then the food court was terrible.

Not everything was stale, the beach was awesome as always. My sister, after playing in the waves for a while, was wondering aloud, how big and forceful Tsunami waves would have been, but then stopped when mom asked her to shut up. Well after that sis dear maintained a respectful distant from the big waves. And what are the odds this(Tsunami hits Samoas) hppnd this morning. Life is a million chances.

Dinner was in Green Park, Vadapalani, treat from bro, inferences

1. My mom is an awesome cook

2. Chennai folks have a terrible dressing sense

Before you start screaming, here is the thing, I was in Chennai for 3years, before moving to blore, and I have been to the right places, and seen lots of people. The best the girls can do is Westside kurtas and terrible fitting jeans. And the guys, god knows what they wear. Back then when I couldn’t afford a Westside Kurta I thought they rocked, but now that I know what money can buy, I would prefer a W-kurta or atleast something which isn’t worn by the whole college. Gosh I saw lots of them wearing full length skirts in crushed material, and horrendously weird T-shirts. Chennai definitely makes you feel at home, if you dint know about cothes, food or mad-spending.

Thanks to blore, iam not wearing the same Westside kurta, that every so-called-happening third person is wearing in Chennai. But thanks to blore iam living on my credit card :(