Such a Shame !!!

Freakin son of a gun, if it wasn’t enough that he was milking the Indian holy cow (Infosys) by its udders, he wanted to do the same to his consort?

What a shame, people like him go unpunished. I mean what kinda person would do such a thing? To raise your hand to hurt the weaker (err forgive me feminists) class its such a shame.

Sure it’s USA, and sure we are foreigners here but hell we all are human beings after all and how can anyone trample our identity and go without questioning?

Families send their only child and daughters to US hoping they would do fine, be comfortable with an NRI son-in-law but little do they realize that even an educated a@@## like this guy in question can be a wolf in a sheep’s skin.

The video leaves no doubt in your mind about the torture meted out to the helpless girl and this time around no one could do anything to help her out. And she of all was helped by a paki doctor (Thackeray would be squirming in his seat and branding them both infidels now)

This is just an indication of how money is slowly eroding our class and our sense of being fair. The B not only tired to kill her but also gets away because he is in a foreign land.

But wait till he gets back. Because when he does the police complaint would still hold good and since he has not appeared before court, there would be a look out notice for him, which would be served immediate on arrival. What that effectively means is his ass will be whipped and boy am I gonna like it.

My only wish he and his sisters who supported this act all land together and should be taken to that cellular jail and just when they learn how to behave and treat humans better (which may never happen and that serves just fine) be allowed to return.

If I had a chance as an infy manager, the first thing I would do his cancel this assole permit and haul his ass back here. Once he gets a lesson on basic etiquette from the "do it yourself" groups, give him the pink slip and leave him to beg.

Sounds cruel right, but hang on he deserves it and I don’t care about what others feel, for no matter what he does, it still cannot erase the inglorious sin of trying to kill a lady and her new born child, a lady he was sworn to protect till his last breath and no self respecting guy would ever want to associate their name with him.

Remember Hitler? He had his share of fanatics that did his every bidding, but once he got himself screwed they ran helter skelter trying to save their a@#.

This guy is a mini version of his macho personality and had this been someone I am related to, he bloody well would have known what I could have done. People like him should be taught a lesson the sooner the better and by letting him go after committing much a heinous crime, we will only build the same class of people who are responsible in many ways for our nondescript lives

He is and will remain a shame to each one of us who proudly carry the indianness and our heart in our sleeves because no matter what we do, by acting sissy for serious issues like this, we actually give the world the message “you need a door mat” come step on me….

I wish I had a gun, I really wish. What the @#$ @ hell @#$@ him and and his @#$@ cohorts for he actually deserves it...

Thank you !!!

Look I really don't know what turned the tide in my favor,

Was it because I got mad or perhaps you decided to show some mercy or I deserved it?

I really don't know but whatever be the reason, I am happy and yes I am thankful.

Thankful that it was done, and done in such a short time.

You do realize how much this means to me don't you? I am sure you did

thank you thank you and thank you so much. I can assure you I wont let your faith in me die down anytime and thats a gentleman's promise..


[Just when I needed a miracle, I got one but what that means is just one simple thing

Ask and your prayers would be granted

But perhaps and most importantly

Never ask unless you are sure you need it...] .....

Achooo !!!

He got up his usual hazy self. it was not lack of sleep that did him in, but rather lack of motivation and a plethora of excuses that he always had to grab that extra few minutes of sleep.


Fortunately for him his real self ruled over frivolity and as such, he dragged himself out of the sleeping bag. his face still sore from the thrashing he received by using the bic razor he momentarily stood in the center of the room to gain some courage to face the ordeal again. All done, he made his way to the washroom.


What followed was a mechanical way of life, as if he is a programmed robot and he went about all of them with precision but without any thought. The trails and tribulations of doing the early morning rituals you see.


All done, he stood in the tub and flicked the lever and then FROZE...


Never in his life had he experienced such paranoia, he now really understood what waterboarding is all about.


He could feel them running down his pale skin, his hair stood up on all fronts and his senses suddenly became so very acute. A truly global medicine to rush away the sleepy eyes.


Don’t get what i mean? Try standing in a shower without turning on the warm water latch in freezing temperature and if you can ever get a better placebo that alerts you in a truly military style then please do let me know.


As for me, fortunately i moved away quickly and turned it on to warm, but I still cant figure out what to do with this sniffle and the truck loads of handkerchiefs I am carrying around all the while ..

Agony !!!

It’s that time of the week, when all you have is agony. I really wish I could do something about this. I have tried all sorts of things, trusted them all from quacks to qualified practitioners but none could help.

Thanks to my new found work status, I have to face it at least thrice a week, since it’s all about keeping the image. Earlier, I never bothered but now I have to on account of my consultant status. Can’t go there dressed as a vagabond you see, I need to project the right image. Besides I am not selling vegetables out there.

Aah hah wait a minute believe me when I say it was not what I did all these years, but then when you are a regular employee being a dhabawala is something you can afford to not while at client site.

Unfortunately this image keeping has its own share of issues floating in and I face it more over the weekend. I curse and rave and rant not just at the branded bloodied triple blade but also at my distinct ability to get nicks and cuts at unique places. While this may, may not leave their scars, at the end of it I am left hoping that perhaps putting some Annie French borrowed from my cousin might do the trick than test my patience like this…

You see I am one amongst the .01% people in the world who are allergic to razor blades more so to the newer titanium ones. One part of me could live on forever with the vegetation that runs down my sides and lips, but the other being more professional mandates the well groomed look in truly a corporate sense. And whoever has heard of a guy who comes dressed in like he hasn’t heard of what getting a shave is all about.

In oscillating between these 2 roles not only am I left with a bloodied razor blade but also a sheer test of my patience each passing day. Know what I truly should now try and be an inventor, I have a reason, I can understand the awful pain people like me go through and the sheer tenacity by which they hold while they face the trial by fire. Ohh yeah I shouldn’t forget camouflaging the nicks and cuts are an art on its own and that can really put the best pros to shame.

Either this or perhaps people all around me are dumb and dumber as no one seems to notice which suits me perfectly fine or perhaps they are just too nice to point out that perhaps I should move my hand from the cleft on my chin, that wound is certainly not as bad as I think it is….

Troubled mind !!!

I wrote then scrapped, then rewrote then scrapped and now finally when i can put pieces together i cant find what i wrote in the first place.

Darn it e-media was supposed to help us deliver but sometimes its such a pain. I mean i admit i too am at fault for scrapping and rewriting but then i have no clue how many times i rewrote the same stuff which explains why I am not happy with the final outcome.Undo and redo functions too have their limitations you see..

Now if only i had a mental machine that would type in stuff as it came to my mind, process it and then form a linkage between them, my job would be so easier...

Geez all this talk about artificial intelligence, neurological networks is so baloney. what is required is a full time interpreter who catches your mind waves, tracks them for you, edits them and finally delivers just the way you want it.

Now if only someone would volunteer to do that, i can sleep so peacefully...

Till then its just me and my mac for what happens when you dont have the best? you take what you have and call it the best and move on..

That's precisely what i am doing at this point of time....

Coming of Age !!!

He has come a long way

• From a pint sized bony frame to an athletic one

• From being cared for at each stage to being the one who cares

• From being begged to study to pass to being the university topper

• From being an introvert to becoming an extrovert

• From being funded all through school and college for his pastimes to being the sponsor

• From never being at home even during vacations to being wanting to go home

• For promising never to leave his hometown and the place he grew up in to being miles away & in a different time zone for the 6^th year in succession

Life certainly has changed him and so has time. This time tho he adds another year to a mathematical sum called “age”. He is 2”?” today :)

Happy birthday twin sis, Happy Birthday Avenger !!!

Lunch, Love and my Cup of Noodles !!!

That’s it !!! I am tired of eating those cup noodles and I promised myself I wont have it anymore but each day when I am hungry I have them for lunch. Not that I have anything against them, but I am pissed at myself for being such a lazy bum you know.

Salvador Dali (my house owner) wants restricted cooking or rather light cooking. I call it going on a diet because that’s what it sounds to me you see. Whoever has heard of light cooking and since when did cooking some curry become light? Well it is if you are in my home country not otherwise. I personally don’t see myself steam some beef, add some pepper and salt and exclaim yummyyyyy !!!

Not my taste you see and besides “mujhe aangh pe kuch lagne wala chaiyee” ahem that’s slang for something that stuffs me read spicy and filling :). But I am not lucky as yet for another reason. You see when I first came to this country I just carried the basic kitchen stuff I would need. The rest I was assured would be available in the apartment that had been booked for me. Sure enough, most of the stuff was already there as also a lady whose room smelled like it is the hideout for skunks. But I had a gala time trying out newer stuff and feeding those hungry wolves who were my colleagues in office.

But then fate had other plans and one fine day, I had to relocate to this part of the world. This place reminds me of Bangalore, as I see more desis, lotsa traffic and of course a similar climate. I have to stay put for atleast 6 months as my work demands it and I actually have no option. Not that I regret it, the place is cool and I am enjoying it every bit never mind the memories it brings at times.

First, I need to get some kitchen stuff at some cheap hideouts. Second get a car and third get back with vigor to my first love “Eating”. Sometimes I pray real hard you know. Not that he doesn’t listen to me, he does especially when I give out a desperate call but then I don’t like to tax him much. There are some things I want and he knows it, the rest are not so important and he knows that too, trouble is what is important for me is not so important for him, and vice versa. This basically explains why I never get 100% of what I ask for hehe :). But i ain't complaining as I have learnt to adjust with what I have, still be greedy to the core and keep asking for more :)

So I hope some day he will listen and he will give me enough tax free money to splurge on to start my own restaurant. Ask me why ? because in that case I can bake a cake and have it too :). Plainly speaking I may never have to throw out the food since with me around, I am not sure if my customers would get enough hehe hahaha.

Now that I think of food I realize I am hungry and what am I going to have ? A freaking “CUP OF NOODLES”. Darn :( …….