What’s the happy-hap?

Yeah I know. I should have at least explained my absence to my readers (regular and porn ). But every time I thought about writing, all I could do was whine and rant about my frustrations at work, which is what has kept me this busy doing 60 hour work weeks. But since I plan to disappear more often and for longer, I figured I’d at least pop in and give you a proper ‘We’ll be right back!’ so that you don’t spend all your time racking your brains trying to solve the amazing whodunit that is my vanishing act.

So, what have I been upto? Let’s see.

• Work, as I mentioned earlier, is more about dealing with incompetence than about actual productive task-finishing.
• Awaiting my mother’s arrival, which is actually still a good 6 weeks away. Can’t believe time is passing by this slowly.
• I have started learning how to knit and I can proudly say that I’m getting started on my very first creation, which is going to be a scarf. I think.

• I have tried to make fresh fruits and vegetables a part of my daily diet. So far I’m managing to eat baby carrots, red radishes and cucumbers about 3 times a week, which is a marked improvement from daily doses of garden burgers.
• Anyone know the schedule for this year’s Cleveland Thyagarajar Utsavam? Is U Srinivas playing? Will you take me with you if you’re going? Pretty please?
• I have started listening to the Suprabhatam, which fits perfectly into my 20 minute drive to work every day. Amazingly enough, I find myself swearing a lot less at reckless and inconsiderate drivers, my concentration has improved drastically, and I don’t arrive at work stressed and angry from the traffic as I used to. So say what you want but I think listening to MS Subbulaksmi chanting the Lord’s name has proven its usefulness beyond my expectations.
• That brings me to my biggest mental turmoil yet. I watched Richard Dawkins’ series on religion and religious intolerance. Please watch, it’s called The Root of All Evil. It puts into word every single rational thought you have ever had about religion and creationism and how bogus it actually is. And yet I go to the temple. Why? Does that make me a hypocrite? If you ask me right now to tell you if I believe in God, I have no answer for you. My mind is torn between the rational and the unknown. I go to the temple to pray for something because there have been times when I have tried absolutely everything in my power, I have done nothing wrong and yet things have gone horribly wrong. And to prevent that from happening in the future, I am trying to keep the faith that if there is something that is indeed beyond my control, this Entity that I am praying to will favor me. I do not know. I cannot rationalize. I just take peace in the fact that my faith, my belief does not need me to murder other individuals. That I would never imagine hurting another person, physically or emotionally because of my faith. I suppose that should suffice for now. Until I find the answer I seek.
• Which, BTW is not 42. It’s actually 45 as we discovered on our trip to Lake Erie.

Ok, peepz. Thassit for now. I will have more apologetic posts (and emails if I like you) in the (I don’t want to say near) future because, let’s face it, when have we ever learned from our mistakes? Muah!

Of school and murder

Why do we talk about being ‘human’ as being superior to other species that walk the earth? Is it because we can think? Because we can feel? And what is the point of thinking and feeling if all we feel is animosity, the desire to harm other human beings? Where does this bizarre need to harm other individuals come from? Why do men behave like we still are cave people, ousting each other for survival? And how does this make us different from animals that bite each others’ heads off for food?

That kid was all of 19. He came to med school with the idea of becoming a doctor. Did he know that his end wasn’t far? What did he do to those drunken jackasses parading around as “seniors”? What gave them the right to injure another student? What gave them the right to even lay a finger on another human being, let alone a fellow student? Does education not teach these people anything at all?

And they have been charged with homicide, not amounting to murder. Is it only murder if it is premeditated? Does being drunk and not ‘setting out to’ kill the boy absolve them of the heinous sin?

Why do we live in a world where human hatred for the human race is increasing everyday? Why should I bring children into a world where it is okay to kill other people in the name of ragging, culture, jihad and what have you? A world where life has lost all meaning, so much that the generation we expect to change the face of the earth, is only regressing towards what can only be described as stopping short of cannibalism?

I can only disagree with Hemingway when he says “The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.”And agree with Will Somerset.

P.S.: I am not on a sabbatical. I have just been caught up in work and some other developments that make it hard to devote as much time for the blog as I used to. Makes me sad, it does. But the awesome news I can give you is that my Mommy is visiting me! Yayyyy. I am going to see her after a gap of a year and a half. I cannot even begin to describe how wonderful it is going to feel!

My Relationship with Murphy

We have a love-hate relationship. He loves me. I hate him. But his love is so powerful and all-consuming, that I succumb to his advances. All the time.

• The most common way he expresses his love to most people. Make it rain when I don’t have an umbrella/jacket. But he has a special love for me right? So he will make it snow, just when I decide to wear my expensive wollen coat. All the while convincing weather.com to forecast sunny weather.
• The second I wear sunglasses, the sky goes overcast. Obviously, the converse has to be true. The second I remove my sunglasses, the sun shines down bright on the world again.
• If you ever see me standing in a queue for anything, please be sure to NOT stand in that queue. My friends will vouch for this, I’m the official queue-slow-down-er. If there are two queues, they would make me stand in one and go stand in the other, because that queue, by virtue of not having me, would move faster. Even if the person at the counter is a doddering old man with crippling arthritis.
• When I switch lanes so I can go faster, the lane I switch into automatically clogs up and comes to a standstill. Even if it’s the fast lane and cars in it were zipping by a second ago.
• Every single examination I have ever taken has seen me sick. And not just cough-cold sick, but fever, sinus, the whole nine yards. And no, it wasn’t stress-related.
• Any tap I stick my hand under has to malfunction. So here I am, with soapy hands trying to get the damn tap to work and, of course the restroom has to be full so all the other taps are in use.

Of course, I can go on and on. But I don’t want to, lest he thinks I like being showered with his love and decides to crank it up!

What’s your relationship with him like?

Standing Ovation

To A R Rahman. I salute thee!

Ah, the joys of Indian politics

So.. I wonder what would happen if someone leaked pictures of Mayawati? Will the Ram Sene beat her up too?

Imagine Laloo and Pranab snickering over their Blackberrys. Ha!

Also, does this post qualify as ‘porn’?