Senseless

I just dont understand some advertisement... there is a famous poultry brand which has the picture of a smiling chicken with an equally smiling pretty girl asking people to only choose "X" brand of chicken...

it just seems absurd that a chicken who is getting killed would smile and ask people to choose that brand.... the worse was when the bird flu hit India.... and advertisements all over showed smiling chickens saying "I am perfectly fine. Eat me!"

Ridiculous I tell you...

So I listen to Hindi music

So, I have flaws... surprise surprise! Yay! Yay! Yay! Bring out the champagne (and diet coke) .... there are too many to count as I have suddenly realised... I eat for no reason, I am ok with my kitchen being dirty for a while, I am ok with my cupboard being messy, I take pangas with taxi drivers, waiters and phone company officials and I generally dont have patience for many things....

Now before you get all preachy and moralistic on me (including teaching me a few things about running a house) I would like to remind each of you that my biggest source of strenth in the department of human flaws is Indian mythology. Mahabharta is full of stories of flawed people... each of the characters have a flaw or a weakness ...... for instance Yudishtar could not lie and hence that became his reason for being such a bad son/husband.... Karna was insecure about his parentage and hence became weak when faced with questions on that... and above all, the single most admired God Krishna's philosophy of the means justifying the end baffles me ... it is subject to so many interpretations..... everybody who doesnt have the justification for their actions would love to join the bandwagon of end justifying the means......

Reading about all these stories makes me believe that I am really not the only one in the world who is flawed... everybody is .... finally the only thing that matters is to "Be Happy"...... and yes I love listening to Hindi music.... so sue me...

My sister asked me to come to the movies with her.... to watch OSO (which by the way is a complete entertainer and a must watch if you want to destress)..... I readily agreed... afterall since Baby George my sister and I have not seen any movie together....

Only that my sister later told "actually I dont want you to come for the movie... just watch the baby while I am away"....

Hmm...... all I can say is that she is really lucky to have me as a sister in her life.....

In other news I got the entire Calvin and Hobbes collection as a belated b'day gift!!!!!!! Yayayayayayayayayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy....

Sorry people - this one is not for sharing with anyone.... infact coming to my house and touching it also will be highly regulated.... first washing your hands, then dipping it in detol, then using special tissue paper to wipe your hands.... frankly the process is too long for anyone to bother coming and trying to read it in my house.....

Instead you are always welcome to read the coffee table book on the buildings of Calcutta....

So many things to say

My mind is brimming with thoughts on many things.... despite my work load my thoughts sometimes meander into the realm of the "societal issues".... for instance child abuse, abandoned children, environment etc..... right now my mind is fresh from a discussion about who contributes more to society - Arts students or the Science students..... well this debate is endless..... often it is said that only those who are bad in maths will go into Arts.... and hence in some way inferior to those who can do maths...

my personal take on the subject is that my teacher in 1st standard hit me so hard while teaching me maths that since then i have a phobia against maths.... so I might have been the next Ramanujam of India but was sadly nipped in the bud by my 1st standard teacher.... well not that everybody is in the same category of a traumatised maths student.... some just like Arts better..... I personally like the Arts subjects more .... I love history and I love imagining what it was like in the era gone by.....

and now to the question of who contributes more to society.... as I gently pointed out in the discussion - the freedom struggle was led by lawyers - presumably just using their sense of justice, connection with people and vision for the country instead of any complicated maths formula.... I wonder whether we could have got freedom by the scientists working overtime to develop the best formula for throwing out the British.... ofcourse this is not to deride the contribution of the great scientists in developing our country ....

both are important in their own right and one cannot do without the other......

Baby George's B'day

Baby George turned 1 y'day... Yay!!!!! And there was a party thrown for him and his brother... ofcourse Baby George didnt know anything about his b'day and felt merry when he saw the balloons floating around.....

Now ofcourse life being a bitch didnt permit me to participate for the b'day party... so I met him today... woke him up from sleep and started singing "happy b'day" to him... he looked confused.... and quietly came and put him head on shoulder..... and my sister commented "maybe he is remembering things from his childhood" implying that he was recollecting the days I spent with him at the hospital.... but I thot Baby George was still in his childhood.....

Anyways I have not yet got him anything.... instead I have taught him the "merry dance"..... where I twirl Baby George around .... he completely loves it!!!! and falls down on the floor laughing.... welll what more do you need.....

In other news I heard Christy was wondering where Vava aunty and his remote control plane have disappeared.... damnnn now that means I have to find a remote control plane in Mumbai... any suggestions people???

Who am I?

No people this is not one of those existential questions? But sometimes I feel like asking myself that questions - basically the questions I am seeking to ask are as follows:

Who the hell am I to judge a man who comes and begs for money? Who the hell am I to cringe at his dirty hands and look away from his diseased feet?

Who the hell am I to degrade a prostitute? Do I even know her background? Do I even know how much her selling her body is providing sustenance to someone else?

Who the hell am I to look down on people who earn lower than me? Do I even consider whether they have had the same opportunities as me? Do I even consider whether if I was in their position whether i would have even reached their state?

Who the hell am I to judge other women? to look at them being subversive to their husbands or just putting themselves last? Do I even consider that they might be happy doing that? Do I even consider whether life for them is as they wanted it?

Who the hell am I to judge an uneducated man/woman? Do I even consider that they are smarter than me? Do I consider that they might havenot got the opportunity?

I mean who the hell am I ???

And also if you are doing all of this - who the hell are you??