Friday, October 23, 2009

Cant find no words

These days people seem to have a problem with the way Gen Now speaks. They seem to find our language irritating. Recently there was an article in a leading newspaper which listed words used by us that annoy. From when did saying "awesome" become so damn annoying? We don't seem to have a problem with anyone's lingo! And whatever happened to freedom of speech?


Phrases like "take care", "whatever and "chill" seem to prick people somewhere.

Staying at home gets to be a problem coz a check over the language is a big issue. Let alone the f word and other four letter utterances, something like saying 'cool' is also looked down upon. I , like many others have substituted the f word with fish, which isn't offensive in any way.



I don't have a problem with not being able to utter offensives. I have a problem with people having problems even if we use words which make life easier. Like when we don't use vowels in SMS, we not only save characters, but also time. And come on.How much can we type with our thumb?!


I am not saying we be allowed to use it in exams or anything, there will be a practical problem in that. A "dnt' can be interpreted as ' dont' or 'didnt'. I write hs for both 'his' and 'house'. It all depends on the context. Ofcourse when am messaging my mom I try to put in the vowels also!!!

The older generations should just let us be! Let us use the language we want to. Let us say "anyways" instead of anyway. let us say our "cool" and our "chill" and our "whatever". The english language has only evolved over the ages because changes were brought in and accepted. Accept these changes too coz " nothing comes from nothing, nothing ever could..."

Thursday, October 8, 2009

The "fast" factor

Karva Chauth, made famous by Indian Movies and soaps isn't as romantic or sweet a day as made out to be. For those who don't know Karva Chauth is the day woman of north Indian communities ( Marwaris, Punjabis, UP-aites) fast for the long lives of their husbands. They don't eat or drink the whole day, there is a get-together of fasting ladies in the evening and they perform a ritual which I have nicknamed "passing the parcel" ans then at night they look at the moon and break their fast by having water and a small bite of something



So basically if a woman does not fast she is looked down upon by the society which is pre-dominantly full of the xy chromosome people who dictate the dos and donts of our society. And Karva Chauth like many other Hindu festivals is purely reflection of the male chauvinism in our world.(One other example is Rakhi and Bhai duuj, where sisters pray for the long lives of their brothers !duh!)


There is nothing romantic about Karva Chauth, it's the woman who keep fasts. I have nothing against fasts. Occasional fasting is supposedly good for health (  I don't know how true that is?) What I have a problem with is the reason for the fast. As if fasting will actually increase the lifespan of the dear hubby ( there would be no widows in our land if that was true) Other communities don't fast, don't their husbands live long ? Do they die premature deaths?

I don't understand the logic behind all this. Is there any?


 Many myths are associated with this day, they are fortunately just myths. Yet woman are superstitious enough to believe that if they stop fasting something terrible will befall their husbands. And if she doesn't fast and something does happen she will be blamed. And so woman fast. And men secretly love it.





Thursday, October 1, 2009

baah baah!!!

Crying on TV is so damn cheap. Gawd!!!I have enough people crying their hearts out around me to care a fig about some pseudo celeb cry her eyes out on the idiot box. When I see people crying on national television my mouth forms a big fat "duh". But ofcourse the prize for crying the most on TV goes to Miss Bharatiya Nari Rkhi Sawant! ( BTW her latest is a show which involves babies! Sadists!)
By now the world and his wife know all about publicity stunts
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Mandira Bedi crying
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rupali Ganguly shedding tears
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watever!!
And then thre are the soaps
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Anandi crying (not again)
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Ridhima crying
enough right?
Wrong. We are sadists. We love to see people cry. Its pathetic actually but cant be helped.

But honestly do give us something happier. We are saddled with so miuch sorrow anyway.
Not good huh?
Big blobs of tears generate bucket loads of TRPs. Why? coz we love tears. None of us say
"Jaani, I hate tears"
So there, "cry baby cry tujhe paisa milega"
Rote Raho.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

three days

These days three days are devoted to Puja Visharjan....dashami and the two days after. Somehow I find the visharjan part very creepy. Seeing truckloads of idols at night is not my idea of fun. Not because the roads are blocked. Because ma seems to have lost all her splendour. I mean when we see the idols in the pandals the feeling is completely different. and then seeing straw coming out from Ma Durga's back is big time creepy. I cant imagine myself sharing a truck with the life size idols. And the dancing frenzy accompanied by the dhak is creepier....damn scary ... don't know if its meant to be.





One thing which was different in this year's Visharjan was that roads were being cleared for cars to pass. A scene never seen before. BB and Didi gearing up for 2011?



There are some questions better left unanswered. 





Tuesday, September 29, 2009

The day I saw a gorilla on the stairs.

I was about five or six when the gorilla visited our building. You saw it right. A gorilla.

My father used to drop me off from school. I used to run up to our 3rd floor flat and papa used to wait downstairs till I reached the house and waved from the verendah. Then he used to go back to his shop.

One day as usual he waited downstairs while i ran up the stairs. I hadn't even reached the 1st floor I saw a big black hairy pair of legs. A Gorilla!
I ran down the stairs calling out to papa " There's a gorilla in our staircase, gorilla papa" I screamed with all my might.

Dad came up with me to investigate.

Ultimately I realised that it was a workman that I saw and not a gorilla(no offence meant to anyone but I was a kid!)


That's my gorilla story.There are others involving dogs,bats and a bull. Some other time.