Monday, August 26, 2013

Auto troubles

Everyday is a struggle with the Bangalore rickshaw waalas. All of a sudden I feel like an idiot for not knowing how to ride or drive. I miss cab comfort. 

While the driver is chilling, I am still breathing in and out to let go off the anger. The anger for having to walk around for 20 minutes on an average everyday to get a Rick guy who will drop me at Shanti Nagar. They barely agree to come. And then I change my tactic and say 'Lanford Town?' instead. Langford town is just as same as Shanti Nagar, just a more British name. That's all. After 10 no's for Shanti Nagar, finally one guy agrees to come to Langford town. Then he goes -

'Alli Thumba traffic iratthey. 20 rupees extra kodi' 

Dude, which part of Bangalore doesn't have traffic at 10 in the morning? 
I didn't cause the traffic. Why is it my fault? Why am I paying the price for Bangalore traffic?

This is the morning scene. 8 PM scene makes me want to cry out in rage. After 45 minutes of walking towards my house, one guy finally agrees to come. But says 'Vaapas empty baru beku. 30 rupees extra kodi' (Have to come back alone. Give me 30 rupees extra). In my head I bang that moron's head a million times, but I say okay. I get off 6 km after and give him a 100 rupees note. 

All the way I wonder if I should pack my running shoes to work. Might as well jog back home. Atleast I'll lose some weight and save myself some high BP trouble.

Friday, August 23, 2013

I hate rude people.

For some people, its just plain difficult to be nice I guess. Why be rude when you can be nice instead?

To all the rude people out there - does it make you feel nice? The rudeness?

I'm not able to connect to random meanness. It's unnecessary, unwelcome and a complete turn off. Not that I am the best person alive, but, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't be mean for no reason. 

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Hello Mr. Know it all, it takes me half a day to finish what takes you two days. So, shut the fuck up. Knowledge is useless when it does not translate into actual work. You don't get paid for your gyan. No wonders you are stuck where you are. Buck up shithead, or you will remain this way for the rest of your miserable life.

*venting out*

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Hello New Job!

First of all, I am not used to working with simple, sane people. I've only had madness, craziness, and i-dont-what-else-ness around me all the time. Last 5 years at Aol was all about giggling and working, in that order.

So, I want exactly that now. People around me - Enough with the niceness, get crazy already! Three days is sufficient time.

I picked out a window seat. My dietitian would be happy because of all that Vitamin D I am getting. Mom might get sad because there's a high chance that I will get darker. Well, I am just glad that I have a good view. This view thingy might not necessarily be a great thing - more often that not, I find myself gaping at the traffic down under.

As for the job - I am getting paid to watch movies. Yes, that's right. Day 1 was Being Cyrus. Day 2 was Aa Dekhen Zara. As I type, it's Houseful (Kill me!)

Typically you wouldn't find me watching a Bollywood movie even when it's pouring outside and my TV is showing only one channel. I'd simply switch off the TV and sleep or read (Note to self: Read More..) or just day dream. No Bollywood for me.

And this nasty thing called Life with a wicked sense of humor, hands me a job that's all about Bollywood. Why did I pick it? I am a Sagittarian. I am hopelessly optimistic. I am looking forward to a near future when I'd be working only on Hollywood movies instead. If that doesn't happen, this job is not for me. We'll see about that in the days to come.

For now, I am glad. Life seems to be going fine. I am greedy. I want to learn so many new things. In a year's time, I want everything mediocre to end. And only greatness to prevail. Mediocre is no fun. I want this, that, those and... everything.

In the list of my sins, I am moving Greed to first position. Next is Gluttony, inevitably.


Is anybody reading this space anymore?

Monday, August 12, 2013


6 months of joblessness has taught me that:

  1. I hate washing vessels
  2. I'm not a fan of cooking
  3. It's important to see other human faces atleast once in a day
  4. The rest of the world is always, ALWAYS, more worried about your joblessness than you are
  5. Herman Miller chairs are one of the best things that's happened to humanity
  6. Internet is very expensive. Free internet was so much more fun!
  7. Mac Book Pro is deeply missed. But Windows is okay too
  8. There's no need for new clothes when you have nowhere to go
  9. You dress up a little too well to go for an evening walk
  10. You spend way more than what you make

Online Shopping...

... is my drug. I love the convenience and the thrill of opening a packet wondering if the product will fit you well. 

Love, and sense (or the lack of it)

As cheesy as it may sound, love is a beautiful feeling. It completely messes up with your mind, logic and reason. And still manages to make you feel effing proud of losing sense. It's nice to let an emotion take over, sometimes. Afterall, It's not everyday that you fall in love.

If my child one day comes to me and talks deeply stupidly about a person they are in love with, I'd give him/her my blessing. I don't care about forever. Nothing is forever. What's now is what really counts. 


The more I know, the more I question. Few years ago I would have accepted just about anything. But today, I am the strongest woman I know of. There's no telling me what to do or how to do it. I'll do it if and when I want to.

Remember that when you talk to me :) 

New Beginnings

Aol was one of the bestest things that's ever happened to me. It's what I am today. Aol had to end. Six months ago. But I have no qualms. It was beautiful while it lasted and has left behind a lingering pleasant feel. Time to explore the next chance life is offering.

Cheers to new beginnings!

Destiny vs Plan

You are not my plan. You, are my destiny.

You are a good man. You make me very happy. How am I going to explain that to the rest of my world?