Sri Rama Sen(e)ile vs. Mangalore

Suprising, shocking- Talibanisation of Mangalore – the media screamed from all rooftops. For someone who gets to know about the “news” as it breaks, this one got to me a little late but as most Mangaloreans I was outraged by the whole incident.

Just recently I was bragging about how Mangalore was slowly changing from when I was there and how Mangalore had the best hangouts etc. I spoke too soon!

But is this really a shocker to you all? We have a history of putting up with things, we let it grow to this.. We are to blame and some of us even sympathise with them; we did not say anything when they started to tell us what to wear in colleges and who it was appropriate to talk to, in the name of modesty and tradition they were forcing their Taliban regime on young minds. I was asked to let it go by friends and family. I felt betrayed then when I felt that no one cared enough they told me just do what they tell you to do, you go to college to study and not for a fashion show- I was just 16 then and it changed something in me. I felt smothered and I chose to run away, I was 16 I did not have what it took to fight the system. I knew such an atmosphere would not let me grow.

It has gone on for years and no one has cared to raise their voice against it. Many of you were sympathetic towards their cause and believed that the majority needed to be represented/ protected. There were kinds of theories in the air about how Muslim boys seduced young Hindu girls and eloped with them- so we were told don’t go to Saibeen, stay away from Muslims etc. we always sympathized with them! The so called protectors of culture and tradition!

Get my facts right you’ll say- well sure the Sri Ram Sene is a break away faction of the Bajrang Dal. But this is how it started we let them thrive and spread like a disease through our city. Shame on you Mangalore for not doing anything earlier!

Politicians at play

The BJP and the Congress are pointing fingers at each other and trying to gain political mileage from the incident. At this time what they need to do is stop grabbing the lime light from the actual cause! We want our Mangalore back! Arrest the culprits and make sure that something like this never happens again – the BJP and the Bajrang dal were quick to distance themselves from the whole issue. It’s a given that they are not from your party but they think on similar lines – just that intensity and the methods differ. You really need to re-think your hindutva and your take on tradition and culture. You seem to be upholding the very foreign values that you seem to want to protect your culture against this whole issue of a woman’s modesty and being fully covered up comes from what the mughals brought along. The purdah system if you may! It also has a very corseted Victorian tinge to it… our times and what you want to make of it, is similar and these are one of the things that the British left behind and you called it as your own. So is this really Indian culture that you are upholding?

And the congress do something more constructive than wondering how to gain political mileage out of this one- you have been in power too when all this was happening what did you do about it? Zilch! Do something better than bad mouthing the BJP, you have done squat in the many years that you have fucked our country royally. You dividing people on class lines are what’s lead to the other forces gaining power and exploiting the people who felt threatened by your vote bank politics.

No one gets to walk away from this – we demand action; squash these pseudo-culture protecting vermin once and for all.

The Media circus

This incident was ignored by the print media and was ushered into the spotlight only after the sensation hungry broadcast media saw some potential in it for higher TRPs. What ever the reasons behind it I am glad it got picked and I am glad people are angry.

But am compelled to question the footage of attack that I saw- how were the people who caught it on film aware of such an act transpiring? Were they informed about it? If so why did they not go to the Police first? What lengths can the media go for an exclusive? To all the people who say bravo to the people who caught it on film please consider this.

Us and them

All of us have condemned the violence against women. These kind of men who expect women to be “traditional” just want them to be dolls gift wrapped in saris, ones who are barefoot and pregnant and confined to the kitchen someone please sponsor a time machine for these men! The once who think beating up women is a tradition or a part of our culture – no time line would accept such vermin.

It could have been any of us, we could have been those girls!

The aftermath of these attacks will be that no girls will be allowed to frequent the pubs and discs in Mangalore. We will be scared and be forced into our shells, fearing another attack from the Sri Ram Sene. My advice to all women is – Please go to pubs and go on as business as usual; we can’t let them win. By being scared we will do exactly what they wanted – pubs will be male only and the women will be expected to sit pretty at home.

And if they do attack the pub that you are in let them have it – I know there is anger within all of you – use it right, use it in self defence. Break a glass bottle on their heads, pick up a chair and smash it into their spines! That is exactly what I will do if I come across them! Impractical as it may sound this is what I will do! I will not let this ruffians scare me! We will show them exactly how “traditional” we can get when they push us to such limits.

So are you again going to sit at home and say that this doesn’t really concern me? Or that staying out of trouble is the best option? Or that such issues and politics and the likes are for jerks? Then you probably deserve to put up with it – then don’t complain when these ruffians wreck havoc and hold your city to ransom.

It could have been any of us in that pub that day, we could have been those girls!

Its our Mangalore – lets get it back and lets show these vermin that they have no place in a town like ours!

(copy will be edited tomorrow and will be made more coherent)

Notes from the wee hours of 2009:

I am very cynical about human relationships friendships but I think I have finally found relationships friendships that I’d like to keep for a lifetime…
It was the best new years I have had in while, so what if we were just at home?

This is the more mature new years I have had in a while with drinking booze and singing and just letting the simple things entertain us. No fancy party, no expensive passes – just some unadulterated fun. All the people I celebrated new years with mean a lot to me. Even if I thought we drifted apart, some pieces still fit.

Sing, make merry and have a good time! People who don’t really know each other get along like they’ve known each other for years, it could be the alcohol but there was more- just something that is a testament to the fact that nothing is as bad as it seems.

New Years Eve’s celebrations like these surely put you in a positive frame of mind. They make you realize that it’s just another year but there’s something look forward to too; it’s all up to you… you own your destiny

To Nishi, for all the nice things she said about me – Thank you. You’re one friend I’d like to keep. I don’t like all people I meet but you sure are different it was good to know that I made a little difference in your life and you know what you have influenced me equally. I don’t think I would have got the eyebrow piercing without you and so much more than that, but the eyebrow piercing is a symbol and you are my w(h)ine buddy… you have a lot of potential kid- you should just learn to believe in yourself and any time you need inspiration just turn to your fan club.

To muzz, my darling you just fit in today. I just hope you as much fun as we did, you deserve a lot of happiness in life. I hope we brought a little of it at least. I respect you and look up to you. There are a lot of things that I have learned from you.

To Pallodi/ Nerdorina, just when I had written you off, you just bounced right back into my life. It was fun having you around and like everyone else you fit right in. I know you always had it in you. I hope we meet more often like this. Find more reasons to hang out with me. I really miss what we had…Awesome impersonations man, I think you should really try to sing leads for a rock band.

To Shantanu, sorry dude always felt you were a clinger on to Palla and I hated you for that, because I never saw her without you, but you are not all that bad. You are so much fun and I can finally see why she loves you so much. It was fun to have you over and I don’t think you are immature anymore. I am sorry for judging you, you’re really talented – I hope you had as much fun as I did today.

To Raju, we will miss you at convergence, all the best with everything that you do in future. I just hope we get to meet you and Ruchi in the near future. New years was a lot of fun, it would have been more fun had you not slept so early. You sing really well and we’d all like to hear more of that golden yet entertaining voice. The last few times we have hung out have been great; do look all of us up when you’re in Pune next. Symphony, pitcher of beer, heavy metal what say?

To Ruchi, have met you only a couple of times but it was amazing how all of us were at ease with each other, we would like to hear you sing a duet with raju the next time or a solo if frogs like me can croak, then a Koyal is always welcome.. as I said to Raju – if in Pune do look us up or if we all end up in Bombay- ah well lets just hope for that…

Thank you all for an excellent New Year’s celebration and let’s have many more parties like this one!

P.S: I am drunk! This is a drunken post so excuse me for being overtly sentimental.

P.P.S: One of my many New Year’s resolutions to blog everyday. One down- 364 more to go!

Cesspool? Whirlpool? And the sinking ship…

There are packed bags in my room that have been sitting idly for 3 whole weeks. I don’t have the energy to unpack with uncertainty looming large overhead. I may have to pack it all up and leave. Where am I headed? I don’t know; it could be a new city, it could be anywhere in this damned country, where ever I get a job. At least I am lucky enough to have nothing tying me to a particular place I am free to shift base to where ever I please. The worst case scenario is going home to leech off my parents till they decide to find me someone else to leech off. I doubt I’d have any takers I’ve heard us journalists come at the bottom of the feeding chain when it comes to that.

Just yesterday we were cribbing about how long its been since we’ve gotten laid and now we worry about getting laid off ( it’s an over used cliché I know but I couldn’t help myself). We don’t know whose heads will be on the chopping block. I don’t believe any of false reassurances that the bosses give us. No one if safe and please excuse me while I try and jump off the sinking ship. I am but loyal only to myself.

I think I can swim in the sea of uncertainty but I need to find an island, a ship that will take me before the currents pull me under.

How does an ex-chimney blow off steam?

Yes, I was a chimney not so long ago. I can’t claim to be a chain smoker but a binge smoker is what I was and I don’t know how to exercise moderation. So a few months ago when I was posted at the booze (that’s what I affectionately call the kiddie paper that I worked at) I used to do a pack of Wills Classic per day and from 7-12 in the evening. A hot cup of black coffee and 20 cigarettes was my daily dinner.

Let’s trace my history of smoking I had always been averse to the idea of smoking till I was 17-18. But a new city and new found freedom meant that I opened my mind to a lot new things. Ah, well I think I opened my mind a little too much and that resulted in experimenting with a lot of things but that is not the point of the post. I smoked my first cigarette at 12 and that time I did it just as a dare and coughed and sputtered as I put the damned thing out after just a drag.

I started to smoke when I was at Fergusson or phargi (which is more befitting my great college than oh so anglicized cool name). Back then smoking was synonymous with being cool – who would not want to discuss philosophy sip coffee and take a drag after you’ve made a very convincing point? I admit it was peer pressure that made me pick up the habit but what made me stick to it is a different story altogether.

I belong to one of those rare families that don’t mind you consuming alcohol but smoking is a different issue altogether. The place I belong to like most small towns believe that a girl who consumes alcohol or smokes has a major character flaw. I agree smoking is injurious to health but please don’t bring morality into the picture. My family objected for health reasons and they had a good point considering that I have asthma. So the parents know I drink but don’t know how much same with smoking I am sure they know what am up to; if they didn’t notice anything earlier the teeth that needed scaling a year ago might have been a dead give away. I digress, the point that am making is my folks knew but are in denial about the whole deal.

Back in phargi when we were 18, we started off with Gudang Garams and smacked our lips after very drag to taste the sweetness that the clove essence in the cigarette left behind. Then we progressed on to the menthol cigarettes, we sipped water after each drag to feel the coolness of the menthol, this being one of the stupid things that only teenagers can do. The next step was obviously to move on to Classic Milds; then when we started functioning as industrial grade chimneys and we all moved on to stronger brands most of the peer group moved on to the Navy Cuts and the Gold Flake Kings and what not.. I moved on to Wills Classic the red ones as I called them. The navy cuts I abhorred because they were too strong for me, Gold Flake Kings I did not bother to try so I stuck on to Wills Classic and have occasionally had Marlboro regulars or B&H depending on their availability and affordability.

I was so in love with the smell and feel of a cigarette that I fondly used to smell cigarette butts in the ashtray. I liked the way a cigarette felt in my hand and how it perfectly blended with alcohol to give you an excellent push over the high. Lighting up was also an excellent way to be cool and stand apart from the regular crowd ( or so I thought).

I also associated smoking with sexiness; I don’t think I dated anyone who did not smoke. I believed this till a while ago and openly confessed about how I could not date a non- smoker or a non- drinker. Teetotalers were people who I had no interest in… I believed that I could not relate to anyone who did not do the above mentioned things. I also used to find smoker’s breath to be a big turn on unlike other women who found it repulsive. When I broke up with one of my exes I’d smoke Navy Cuts and the way my breath smelled reminded me of him. I am weird that way. Hold the mint, lets just kiss was my line.

Fast forward to a few months ago and I smoked more than I did in my entire life time. A pack a day is the limit for me. I was depressed and stressed with where I was stuck. I hated kids and I had to work for a kid’s newspaper! So I smoked my lungs out and by around September I fell ill. My asthma was back with the bang and nasty as ever. My lungs did not have enough wind in them to last through the day. The whole of September was spent by popping pills to keep me functioning. That was when I was forced to kick the habit. October followed with more allergies adding to the list chocolates which brought on an attack. So I stayed away from the cancer stick for three whole months baring an incident when I was frustrated and asked my friends for a drag and they refused. I lost my patience and asked them to get out of the room and then broke down.

Today, when I bought a quarter of Old Monk I also bought along with it two Wills Classic cigarettes. I did not have the urge to smoke but since it’s been so long decided to give it a shot. The rum and coke went down just fine but I did not want to light up. The first cigarette dragged on and I drank a lot cola to wash out the after taste. The first cigarette was smoked at around at one and it took me two more hours before I dared to light the next one. This time I decided to recreate the mood for old time’s sake – I made a potent drink of rum and played some good music in the back ground and light up what would be my last cigarette. I did not enjoy it even one bit – it did not give me the extra push or any pleasure. Putting the cancer stick to my mouth was a chore; but I chose to stick to it as a task. I was actually waiting for the cigarette to get over.

I realized I did not miss smoking; in fact I have grown to detest it now. Most of my friends smoke and I am ok with it but I am through with the cancer sticks. I have smoked my last cigarette today. Cigarettes are one of the many things that will never again kiss my lips ever again.

So is this growing up or just falling out of love with the cancer sticks? You decide…

So here is wishing my dear lungs and everyone else a Merry Christmas.

Screw the real

I thought that if I did not have a happy thought to pen down, I would not write at all. But the misery has been over flowing lately. I keep to myself (or I think I do so, at least. Ok, I try real hard to) and see that the blue virus doesn’t get the ones around me too.

Last few days I’ve seen people raise my expectations about things and then just take it away from me. Nothing hurts more than wanting and then being told you can’t have it because you are not one of us. However hard I may try, I am not one of them.

I don’t belong anywhere and now since life is work and I don’t really have a life beyond that, I have to socialize with people I work with but somehow I am not one of them. My jokes and pop culture references are lost on all of them. So many witty jokes have died silent deaths because I had to explain them! I guess I expect too much of people, I will never have people who will get me. I feel all alone and I don’t like it one bit.

Maybe, I am being too much of a snob; but I know I don’t have too much in common with people I work with, you work with them you don’t have to be friends with them.

I still crave for company, it’s a real bad to be going through a needy phase. I just wish it would be like earlier, me, my books, my music (basic stuff, nothing interesting) and me all holed up in a room and transcending to my many imaginary yet more happier worlds. Screw reality, if this is the real world – I don’t want any of it.

I chose my option B, the alternate route; I wonder where I would have been had I chosen option A and the ways things are unfolding and me being neck deep in the depths of depression, I wonder if I made the wrong choice. It’s apparent that I would have found people who are like me there.

The people I work with now are nice. Nice, that’s it; it doesn’t cut it for me. I think I need to go out meet new people but that’s easier said than done. Now, it’s surprising that I am actually looking forward to a trip to the quaint little coastal town that I belong to; I am actually looking forward to seeing my family. Who would have thought I would get like this?

All relationships come with expiry dates; I have always believed that and maybe that’s why my pool of friends is dwindling. I don’t like to pretend and keep things going just because we were good friends ages ago and had the time of our lives. Close friends fade into “just” friends and then they drift further away to being acquaintances and then they are someone you know and you avoid them when they “hey, what you upto?” on gtalk because small talk is just one of the pretenses that ex-friends keep up with to tell themselves that we are still friends.

Goodbye, Sunshine. Ignorance is bliss.

… gee whiz I am dreaming my life away…

Us, with the boring lives?

Friday morning is my Monday morning. That’s the day that I have to get up earlier than the other days, to go catch a first day first show of an obscure movie, all alone, with only coochie-cooing couples for company. Seriously, 9 in the morning at a theatre, where do these kids get the energy for it? I just try and ignore them and think about the time when I could not sit through a movie because of ADD and now, I sit, I watch and I remember all of it to pen down a bitchy (the parts that are not filtered out), witty (I try so hard) review before I start off my monotonous, monkey-can-do-better, editing duties. Still, it’s the highlight of my day, correction highlight of my week – that’s all I write all week. Wow! Talk about job satisfaction.

Strangely, enough I get stuck with horror movies – few weeks ago it was torture/bondage porn and this week it was a thriller. I get to watch it for free, so no more arguments. I like doing bar reviews more (free drinks: D, Drops-of-rain, please, please, pretty please let me do one again). I digress, getting back to the Friday I got out from the scream, bloodless fest to witness a massacre of other proportions Muzz was shooting questions at innocent theater goers, who were terrorized by the prospect of thinking after a watching a no-brainer.

Back, at the office Miss lost and fond of being lost puts a new message on G-talk : Live in relationships legalized in Maharashtra, welcome abadi lol and this sickness spreads through like wild fire. Its madness, really, people who would never get into a live –in relationship putting up messages about it with a LOL and opening the new (wise?) move of the government with open arms.

Bongshell* B(h)ee#and me –

Bongshell : Live –ins legalized?! *bursts out laughing*

Me: when was it illegal ?

B(h)ee : it was illegal!

Me: you can’t stop two people from cohabiting, they don’t have a law against that…

B(h)ee stairs into space

Bongshell : well, now the partners can claim the same rights that married people are entitled to as in asking for a share of property and all, a live –in relationship will be a marriage in the eyes of the law

Me : that sort of defeats the purpose of a live –in relationship right?

More sad jokes cracked and we all get back to work

My G-talk message: Someone ban morality and the law from moving in together.

*enter Phankee-girl*

She IP’s me and says guess what? I ask her to tell me about it but she says she will tell me in person. I get very curious – I wonder if it’s some news that’s got to phankee before me. (I take my job of being the company’s in-house news provided who is reliable and well informed, very seriously.)

She walks to my desk and asks to come to step aside for a bit.

Phankee girl: I got wine, A whole bottle of it: D

*jumps around* I love this job!

We make plans to have the wine at night at my place and promise not to tell a soul about her procurement of the day.

So from whine to wine all in a day’s time!

With the thoughts of the spirits clouding my mind I give up any hope of doing my said list of duties for the day. I do not fear the list – which we have to fill out at end, detailing what we did in office. (but that’s fodder for another post).

I join drops-of-rain and muzz for tea and conversation in the canteen. Polar Bear from marketing talks to a potential employer and when asked about why he’s leaving his present job he says, this place is fossilized!

I burst out laughing and he storms out of the room,both of us are visibly embarrassed. Yes, the place is fossilized – I agree with Mr. Polar.

I entered to find myself in midst of a roaring debate between dropsy and muzz . I held a similar position as that of dropsy, it was about women who have potential but chose to give up everything for the family and kids. Muzz was convinced that it was the right thing to do but we believed that an alternative was at hand. This is an age old debate but I wont get into the nitty-gritty’s of the said conversation. I just realized how differently we thought from muzz but we still get along! I really respect the woman and I think I know where she is coming from, but I respect her not necessarily agree with her all the time. Dropsy and I are freaks in the world that thinks alike.

I get back to work and make sure I have something to put on the pointless list. We have to plan muzz’ party so we try to lose her,but she still hangs on. We finally ask her to go home and tell her we will be back in a few minutes time.

We get involved in something nasty during dinner. Lost girl tells off a few guys for smoking and they start abusing her – she losers her temper and goes screams at them, phankee sits there till see hears the C – word. I don’t get Hindi gallies having grown up in the south so am not all that offended. Phankee goes forth and screams at the guy who continues to abuse her while the restaurant owners do nothing I join in too stringing together all the pearls in my vocabulary. Its time for the press card – I tell the restaurant owner we can have the place shut down cause the guys were smoking and the guy finally intervenes. The guys start off with their oh-we-are-so-scared comments. Then we hear an aside on how kids from that college only know to booze and have a good time. Then all of us sudden it’s the smokers of the world unite and the prissy bitch at the other table is lighting up and saying : oh ask them to fuck –off if the smoke bothers them naah?

We all smoke – so Phankee girl and me don’t really bother telling anyone off. Lost girl is a law abiding citizen who will follow the law to the T. rebellious teens plus an over charged, short tempered lost girl was a recipe for disaster. We had to jump in we cant let our friend go down all alone now can we? Nobody won the fight. The brats went home to get drunk. Lost girl went to meet her chocolatey ex and for me and phankee girl the bottle of sparkling white wine – our pride and joy; was not enough to wash off the bad taste that the fight left us with.

Saturday morning I get to work late but earlier than I always do- Bongshell is smiling from ear to ear – his girl will be in town that evening. So nice to see people in love and happy. A few of us plan to go clubbing that night. We are desperately looking for places to go to but have no luck finding anything decent – most of the places we frequented earlier have closed down. The ones that are still standing- we cant really afford ( we are but poor journalists ) . The day is as uneventful as ever bongshell’s girl friend arrives way after nine so we decide on a place that’s walking distance. Phankee girl and me conspire to go get a yummy chocolate cake for muzz. Muzz continues to sulks and tries to resist accompanying us to the pub. She has no choice and she’s dragged along – she’s upset about her significant other not showing up on time for her birthday.

The pub is dark and neon light and only metal is playing. The two times the pitcher was brought – it was placed in front of muzz who does not drink! Lost girl introduced us to her chocolatey ex, finally, and he fits right in to out makeshift group. Phankee, bongshell and his Mrs, lost girl and her choco, muzz and me all had a good time heading banging and singing all the songs that they played – haven’t enjoyed heavy metal in a very long time , it was a welcome change. Dropsy was dearly missed she would have liked it.

Muzz guessed we had a cake for her, we gave her the customary chocolate cream facial and the birthday was celebrated. She turned 26! Gee that’s old! I devoured a good bit of the chocolate cake that was cut that night and spent most of Sunday sneezing,wheezing and the like – who knew chocolate could induce an asthmatic attack?

I am off chocolate for now, don’t know what I will have the next time I am down and out- I quit smoking so I don’t have any alternatives left! (Any suggestions on this?)

P.S: Have you ever been sexually, lustfully attracted to someone you hate? Just one the things that I was wondering about.. Ok, I want to do someone I really, really hate! Must be all the whine!

*credit to Pom for thinking this one up. To bongshell, sorry, could not come up with anything better for you – so this one stays and it’s funny, right?

# I was mean to her in my last post, it seems she’s up for an appraisal and that’s why she’s packing in all the sucking up that she can and it shows. As for ADG, I still respect the man sans the SMS lingo and the list.

## That’s the last few days typed out, my work here is done

 

Here we go again….

ADAD: I don’t want to go to work I hate it

Drops-of -rain: what happened?

ADAD: long story -I don’t like ADG

Drops-of -rain: okie. am all ears

ADAD: hence the new bloggy to rant about work and other things

Drops-of -rain: oh.. Send me the link

ADAD: nope I blog anonymously maybe you’ll stumble across it sometime

Drops-of -rain: screw you

ADAD:

ADAD: blogging anonymously really loosens your tongue or should I say hand?

try it

Ah! The joys of blogging anonymously! Now I can rant, bitch, whine without caring about people getting mad at me. If you think I am someone you know then I am not her . My old blog was neglected by my laziness and me caring a little too much about what other people think. Ok, fine no excuses I was lazy, I will try and not be so anymore.

So let’s start with the basics:

My name: I am A dit, A dot ; the heady substance which came up with this pseudonym please take a bow . And about my real name.. Hmm, well think booze, racing cars and a very popular song (which people sing to me and I hate the song!)

Ze family: Mom, dad, sister and cat all everyone else are far, far away. Oh, and I am not talking about physical distance here, even though that might be the case. They have all faded into the background but are still there. But call it the generation gap or some such thing – we don’t see eye to eye on many things and we are inches away from confrontation (that’s another post by the way). The sister who is referred to as the brat, the creature and the like, is very distant and is my polar opposite. We don’t talk as much as siblings should – we just live and let live and now it’s easier to ignore each other with the distance.

The work: I am suppose to be a journalist but I don’t feel like one with the work that I am forced to do. I work at a newspaper owned by a politician’s brother/nephew and now they want to go national – Yay! Joy! but setting up your office in Delhi doesn’t make you a national paper. Duh!

The place is nice enough; there are a few people I like – drops-of-rain (dor), phan-kee-girl (pkg), lost-and-never-found (lnf) who make it worth my while who entertain and keep me going. And of course there is “The Muzz”, we sleep together , she’s my roommate and colleague and its so nice to have her around. We are too different people with different views on things but somehow we get along just fine. More about all of them in my forthcoming posts. Now, it’s a tragedy that we all work in different departments so we don’t get to see each other much and that makes me feel lonely, I am left out all the time and I hate eating alone.

My team in office is ok; we have a great understanding amongst us but the dictates of the new regime will tear that apart. Al-dogmatic-general is setting colleague versus colleague and this is really killing the work environment. The general, who I respected who is strict and very suave disappointed me greatly that day the first instant was when he texts me using the internal messenger.

General : a dit a dot, z miss b(h)ee arnd thr?

( this guy is the editor and is a stickler for perfect grammar and spellings mind you!)

ADAD : yes, she is here Mr. general

( I try a refrain from using titles such as Sir but cant help myself sometimes)

General : plz ask her to cm n c me nw.

(Argh! Wtf was that suppose to mean? You are like 40+ act your age, using SMS lingo does not make you young!)

The second time he pissed me off was when he sent everyone a mail about the excellent work Miss B(h)ee was doing; oh, btw the lady in question spends most of her time talking about her impending marriage to her Mr. Big and does not edit any of the stories right and puts up whatever she gets. She leads this pack of stupid Delhi chicks, as I call them, is busy chattering away to glory at all times. Maybe he likes her because they are both bong. (Just have to say this to them – pocha tikkir deem X-( )

That’s work then; but then there are the times when I get to write and that’s when I know that I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

I am also called the PTI of my company; I know it all – who is quitting, who hates whom, who is doing whom; but I still abhor gossip

The love life: Non- existent and will continue to stagnate that way. Odd work hours, no leaves and no socializing drives away any hopes of Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet. Men are jerks, anyway, (a case of sour grapes, sour grapes make a great whine, btw) so I’ll take staying single and sulking. Then there are the scars and horrid exes but lets not go there.

Here and now : My virtual life is better than my real life. I am always online . I while away my time online -reading blogs, picking arguments and cyber-stalking people .

To know more about me, read on….

P.S: I don’t care if you don’t read/like this blog. A blog to me is about screaming in cyberspace, we scream just for the sake of venting out frustration. Sometimes it’s artistic expression and sometimes its just noise. Let’s see how things turn out.