.... i would go with krupa...lets call it 'how jobless are you' game.
right now one more day to go enjoy the jobless days...joining the live station tomorrow... so here i am taking the game.
1. WHAT TIME DID YOU GET UP THIS MORNING?
5.30 am to obey my body clock....9 am to cheat it
2. DIAMONDS OR PEARLS?
why isn't platinum a choice....
3. WHAT IS THE LAST FILM THAT YOU SAW AT THE CINEMA?
jane tu ya jane na ... before thaone, jane tu ya jane na....yeah will soon be watching it again with anna...
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?
desperate housewives...there isnt any who doesn't know how desperate i can get to watch it.... atleast live streaming websites will tell you tales...and definitely SATC...no cosmo girl cannot not like it
5. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY HAVE FOR BREAKFAST?
amnt into the habit having one if at home....like brunches anytime....but if at work...yeah bread, butter, jam anyday/everyday
6. WHAT IS YOUR MIDDLE NAME?
paranoia
7. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE?
maruthi 800 to BMW to merc...depends on wat a fren at that time offers to gimme a lift on
8. FAVORITE SANDWICH?
cabbage, carrots, tomatoes, jalepenos, black olives, butter and crisply grilled toast....wow yummy...
9. WHAT CHARACTERISTICS DO YOU DESPISE?
i know it all attitude
10. FAVORITE ITEM OF CLOTHING?
saree anyday...with total comfort, confidence and attitude with sensuality as a rider
11. IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD ON VACATION, WHERE WOULD YOU
GO?
rome....who's taking me?
12. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR BATHROOM?
light brown....is someone ready to paint it white?
13. FAVORITE BRAND OF CLOTHING?
right now eyeing miss sixty....waiting to fatten my pockets to own one
14. WHERE WOULD YOU RETIRE TO?
pondicherry
15. WHAT WAS YOUR MOST MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY?
may be when i was born ... although i have no memory of it
16. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH?
soccer...i know of no other game with so much action as this....waiting for that goal....the adrenals cannot rush faster
17. FURTHEST PLACE YOU ARE SENDING THIS?
donno depends who checks it out
18. WHO DO YOU LEAST EXPECT TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU?
George W Bush
19. PERSON YOU EXPECT TO SEND THIS BACK FIRST?
actually whoever does enters my list of jobless people
20. FAVORITE SAYING?
infact many....the latest thanks to desperate houseswives....eddie says to julie "just because you have friends around you, doesnt necessarily mean because they love you. its just because you are helpless and if you are helpless several times, it just means you are loser." GD wants to pass this on to mr.rao.
21. WHEN IS YOUR BIRTHDAY?
lets see how many remember it?
22. ARE YOU A MORNING OR NIGHT PERSON?
very much a morning person...love to wake up early in the morning, wake everybody around me and hit the bed again until someone makes coffee for me.
24. PETS?
my pledge to the nation- all the dogs on the street are my brothers and sisters
25. ANY NEW AND EXCITING NEWS THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SHARE?
news- my 'ex' business
26. WHAT DID YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU WERE LITTLE?
a fashion designer
27. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
damn irritated....its bloody humid and pissing off....
28. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CANDY?
anything by the 'candy man'...
29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER?
not a big flower fan....i like them on the trees and my pick would be chameli....tied and clipped to well braided hair with traditional saree...nothing to beat the fan following.....trust me it works!
30. WHAT IS A DAY ON THE CALENDAR YOU ARE LOOKING FORWARD TO?
tomorrow...end to being jobless
32. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
thachu mammu
33. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?
yeah for the existing cine-stars...that they get a life soon
34. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
the wine colour...do we have that anywhere...the dark purple i always wanted to use as a kid....if someone was to introduce the shade to crayons....well a suggestion....there could probably be a seperate set for adults, i mean grown ups like me (!) with a lil bit of wine in it....confession-i have a history of swallowing crayons (as a kid)....u know it cud make art a fun thing and an adult thing as well..
35. WHAT IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?
sticky....hyuck!
36. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK?
not a fan of soft drinks....may be breezers if that is considered soft....oh yeah the cranberry flavour
37. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?
nandhini, bangalore.
38. SIBLINGS?
one
39. FAVORITE DAY?
yet to join my new job...so not yet aware when my off is....
40. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
anything that could break things around...i mean other than my hand ofcourse....
41. SUMMER OR WINTER?
anything other than delhi winters....shit i hate them....
42. HUGS OR KISSES?
a hug definitely....nothing makes me feel better...of course that kiss on the forehead...
43. COFFEE OR TEA?
addicted to filter coffee to wake up with.....but through the rest of the day, black tea...too many times
44. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
vanilla can keep me happy...but would not mind a lil bit chocolate to remove the 'boring'ness like guptaji calls it
45. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO EMAIL YOU BACK?
now is when i begin my 'apathy' stunts
46. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
sometime in april....although don remember the date exactly...same gud'ol break up hang overs
47. WHAT IS UNDER YOUR BED?
as clean as my skull
48. WHO IS THE FRIEND THAT YOU HAVE HAD THE LONGEST?
tie between rums, subs and muha..... have been frens for over 12 years now...closest would be shivu and soumie
49. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
flew down to chennai....
50. FAVORITE SMELL?
oh the list is long cos im a very aroma person...the first i knew right since i was a kid, the way my dad smells after a fresh bath with sandalwood soap, baby's mucha, cow's kakka, smell of mud during rains, the morning smell of fresh foliage with dew drops on them, the smell in the kitchen wen my mum cooks, smell of petrol....to mention a few
51. WHAT ARE YOU AFRAID OF?
weird but havent been able get over it so far....scared of seeing huge water bodies and cant see water bodies in the night, electricity...very scared to deal with it
52. SALTY OR SWEET?
salty...how abt lemon with it or infact tequilla with it...
53. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?
how abt the question how many key rings?
54. HOW MANY YEARS AT YOUR CURRENT JOB?
several...currently jobless!
55. HOW MANY TOWNS HAVE YOU LIVED IN?
many actually...i love travelling and i have made the best of every opputunity as well...madurai, chennai, pondicherry, faridabad, chandigarh, new delhi, noida, bangalore, mysore, mumbai, abidjan, muscat, dubai, nairobi, singapore, kuthallam, bharuch, palani, coimbatore, kodaikanal, ooty, coonor, periyar
56. DO YOU MAKE FRIENDS EASILY?
no. not that easily...although i do socialise pretty easily
57. HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL YOU SEND THIS TO?
im not too fond of it...so just posting it...people who like to play this...can pick it up
58. HOW MANY WILL RESPOND?
another instance of my 'apathy' stunt
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
paranoia
I'm struggling at the end to get out of the valley of hectoring youth, journalistic middle age, imposture, moneymaking, public relations, bad writing, mental confusion. -Stephen Spender
After almost nine months of work at an english news channel, i have begun to feel the pain of the paranoia bug having bitten me.
Initially when it was between journalism and creative media, i chose creative media. Then when it was between work and post graduation, i chose the latter. Next it was between radio and journalism, i chose Journalism. Now here i am again, television journalism or radio programming? My heart says Radio- the medium, for its my first love. My head says Television journalism- my experience, for thats what i'm qualified for too... How long more should i hope for radio jounrlaism to begin in India, or should i?....Pandora's last bug- hope...making my life futile....
Half a month of night shifts without a proper off in between has been worth one mention, sleepless in Noida all just for endless thinking...of what?....my life of nine months here as a television journalist, the list was pretty depressing.
. nil personal life
. driven crazy enough to end the little romantic life i had
. cynicism about the future
. apathy about the world
. mood swings at the rate of noida power cuts
. anoerexic eating habits
. miser in the making
. confused-the permanent state of mind
Although i sound very pessimistic about life....i'm not...im still hoping...hoping that i will get to think out of my wits(!) for the best of my future... realising very well, even tomorrow counts.
After almost nine months of work at an english news channel, i have begun to feel the pain of the paranoia bug having bitten me.
Initially when it was between journalism and creative media, i chose creative media. Then when it was between work and post graduation, i chose the latter. Next it was between radio and journalism, i chose Journalism. Now here i am again, television journalism or radio programming? My heart says Radio- the medium, for its my first love. My head says Television journalism- my experience, for thats what i'm qualified for too... How long more should i hope for radio jounrlaism to begin in India, or should i?....Pandora's last bug- hope...making my life futile....
Half a month of night shifts without a proper off in between has been worth one mention, sleepless in Noida all just for endless thinking...of what?....my life of nine months here as a television journalist, the list was pretty depressing.
. nil personal life
. driven crazy enough to end the little romantic life i had
. cynicism about the future
. apathy about the world
. mood swings at the rate of noida power cuts
. anoerexic eating habits
. miser in the making
. confused-the permanent state of mind
Although i sound very pessimistic about life....i'm not...im still hoping...hoping that i will get to think out of my wits(!) for the best of my future... realising very well, even tomorrow counts.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Vodka,a luxury good
From The International Herald Tribune
Paris, November 23, 2007
Vodka repackaged and marketed as a luxury good
http://www.iht.com/articles/2007/11/16/style/rgiftvoda.php
Vodka takes its very name from the diminutive of the Russian word for water, voda. Traditionally popular as a versatile cocktail mixer, valued mainly for a pure absence of flavor, it is being reinvented for a new in crowd of drinkers as a luxury spirit to rival vintage cognacs and champagnes. A tipple of choice for people who drink Perrier at power lunches.
"Vodka has an understated elegance," said Lavinia Schimmelpenninck, the artistic director of an online luxury shopping guide, myprestigium.com. "It's an easy drink - smooth, light - but retains a definitive and powerful kick."
"Consumers of luxury goods want to purchase not only the product but also the experience, the impression and the image" said Michal Smolana, acting chief executive of Transborder Marketing, a U.S. company formed last year "to create, develop and market unique imported luxury products to sophisticated consumers throughout the world," as the company's introductory press release said.
Transborder's first product is Diaka, a rye-based Polish vodka produced using a patented diamond filtration process that the company says uses nearly 100 cut diamonds, of as much as one carat in size. Diaka vodka is expected to hit the market next year, at a planned retail price of $100 per Swarovzki crystal-encrusted bottle.
Diaka, a cocktail of a name with two ingredients, diamond and vodka, is produced by the Polish company Polmos Siedlce, which also makes a potato-based Chopin Vodka.
In a similar spirit, Roberto Cavalli vodka, distilled from Italian grain and Italian alpine spring water, is filtered through layers of crushed Carrara marble before hitting the retail shelves in a graceful Lalique-style bottle designed by the Italian high-fashion designer, at a price of €60, or $90.
"I want there to be fun in everything that I do. I love to design, and sophistication, I like the purity of vodka, especially my vodka," Cavalli said.
Happily for drinkers of these luxury vodkas, the attention paid to packaging and marketing seems to be matched by that paid to the product.
Mark Holmes, founder and chief executive of The Brand Distillery, in London, says that he started researching Polish vodka recipes and traditions in the early '90s, before bringing the company's U'Luvka brand to market in May 2005. The vodka is distilled in Poland from a blended mash containing 50 percent rye, 25 percent wheat and 25 percent barley.
"I wanted to take the different elements of these grains and meld them together to get a complexity of flavor that lingers on the palate," Holmes said.
The result is a vodka with silken, subtle flavors that, unlike most, can be served at room temperature rather than chilled and can be drunk as a digestive as well as in a martini or a mixer.
The subtlety of the spirit extends to the marketing, with the name barely discernable on the bottle, which features an alchemical emblem referencing entwined male and female bodies, dancing together in a celebration of life.
"It is all about nobility and integrity, that is why we created the brand, to make a great spirit that has a luxury inside and out," Holmes said. "The underpinning of the brand is a dance with life, a celebration, an embodiment of friendship, which is part of the ritual of a toast in Poland.
"The elements of the packaging reflect the quality of the liquid - the design of the bottle is male and female friendly, sensual and versatile."
U'Luvka's designer bottle has a long, sinuous curved neck - a useful design as it fits neatly into the hand of a bartender - and comes in three sizes: a miniature (10 centiliters) at €15; the 70-centiliter signature bottle at €60; and a magnum (175 centiliters) at €120.
An U'Luvka "Friendship, Love and Pleasure" gift set, at €85, offers a 70-centiliter bottle, two shot glasses and a cocktail book.
For those seeking a richer, warmer glow of decadence, the French spirits company Louis Royer, traditionally producers of cognac, wanted to position themselves in a new market. "Gold is appreciated universally" said Anais Egre of Louis Royer, and through its U.S. importer Shaw-Ross International, in Miami, they introduced another luxury vodka to the U.S. market in September. Gold Flakes Supreme contains shavings of 24-karat gold inside each 75-centiliter bottle.
Priced at $60, the gold-infused vodka "will find its place with connoisseurs and people who appreciate the finer things" said Rod Simmons, marketing director for Shaw Ross.
Paris, November 23, 2007
Vodka repackaged and marketed as a luxury good
http://www.iht.com/articles/2007/11/16/style/rgiftvoda.php
Vodka takes its very name from the diminutive of the Russian word for water, voda. Traditionally popular as a versatile cocktail mixer, valued mainly for a pure absence of flavor, it is being reinvented for a new in crowd of drinkers as a luxury spirit to rival vintage cognacs and champagnes. A tipple of choice for people who drink Perrier at power lunches.
"Vodka has an understated elegance," said Lavinia Schimmelpenninck, the artistic director of an online luxury shopping guide, myprestigium.com. "It's an easy drink - smooth, light - but retains a definitive and powerful kick."
"Consumers of luxury goods want to purchase not only the product but also the experience, the impression and the image" said Michal Smolana, acting chief executive of Transborder Marketing, a U.S. company formed last year "to create, develop and market unique imported luxury products to sophisticated consumers throughout the world," as the company's introductory press release said.
Transborder's first product is Diaka, a rye-based Polish vodka produced using a patented diamond filtration process that the company says uses nearly 100 cut diamonds, of as much as one carat in size. Diaka vodka is expected to hit the market next year, at a planned retail price of $100 per Swarovzki crystal-encrusted bottle.
Diaka, a cocktail of a name with two ingredients, diamond and vodka, is produced by the Polish company Polmos Siedlce, which also makes a potato-based Chopin Vodka.
In a similar spirit, Roberto Cavalli vodka, distilled from Italian grain and Italian alpine spring water, is filtered through layers of crushed Carrara marble before hitting the retail shelves in a graceful Lalique-style bottle designed by the Italian high-fashion designer, at a price of €60, or $90.
"I want there to be fun in everything that I do. I love to design, and sophistication, I like the purity of vodka, especially my vodka," Cavalli said.
Happily for drinkers of these luxury vodkas, the attention paid to packaging and marketing seems to be matched by that paid to the product.
Mark Holmes, founder and chief executive of The Brand Distillery, in London, says that he started researching Polish vodka recipes and traditions in the early '90s, before bringing the company's U'Luvka brand to market in May 2005. The vodka is distilled in Poland from a blended mash containing 50 percent rye, 25 percent wheat and 25 percent barley.
"I wanted to take the different elements of these grains and meld them together to get a complexity of flavor that lingers on the palate," Holmes said.
The result is a vodka with silken, subtle flavors that, unlike most, can be served at room temperature rather than chilled and can be drunk as a digestive as well as in a martini or a mixer.
The subtlety of the spirit extends to the marketing, with the name barely discernable on the bottle, which features an alchemical emblem referencing entwined male and female bodies, dancing together in a celebration of life.
"It is all about nobility and integrity, that is why we created the brand, to make a great spirit that has a luxury inside and out," Holmes said. "The underpinning of the brand is a dance with life, a celebration, an embodiment of friendship, which is part of the ritual of a toast in Poland.
"The elements of the packaging reflect the quality of the liquid - the design of the bottle is male and female friendly, sensual and versatile."
U'Luvka's designer bottle has a long, sinuous curved neck - a useful design as it fits neatly into the hand of a bartender - and comes in three sizes: a miniature (10 centiliters) at €15; the 70-centiliter signature bottle at €60; and a magnum (175 centiliters) at €120.
An U'Luvka "Friendship, Love and Pleasure" gift set, at €85, offers a 70-centiliter bottle, two shot glasses and a cocktail book.
For those seeking a richer, warmer glow of decadence, the French spirits company Louis Royer, traditionally producers of cognac, wanted to position themselves in a new market. "Gold is appreciated universally" said Anais Egre of Louis Royer, and through its U.S. importer Shaw-Ross International, in Miami, they introduced another luxury vodka to the U.S. market in September. Gold Flakes Supreme contains shavings of 24-karat gold inside each 75-centiliter bottle.
Priced at $60, the gold-infused vodka "will find its place with connoisseurs and people who appreciate the finer things" said Rod Simmons, marketing director for Shaw Ross.
King of quatrains
Its not about Nostradamous. There is one more person from Tamil Nadu who masters this art of rhyming quatrians or sometimes even couplets. The highlight is when he has them in rhyming scales.
Here are few couplets and quatrains by people who tried to immitate his style. These are what I found randomnly browsing the net. Have a blast reading them. Warning: if you don't understand tamil or don't know about this legendary character from my state, please don't call me prejudiced. Well if you call me so, I have something special to offer you which, is, "sorry."
nee paathu cinema peru posiedon
yenuku thalavali vantha naa poduvein saridon!!!!
kalyanathla poduvangu bandhi
adula nee yepovume mundi
post officela irrukum thanthi
yenga ayya pesuvangu hindi
Un dhaadi romba karuupu
Adhanala unakku anga arippu
Ennakku romba sirripu
Elections'la thotha nee oru paruppu
I request anybody who can immitate his style to contribute to this article and make it more interesting.
Let's gather enough dialogues to make "naarasamy."
Here are few couplets and quatrains by people who tried to immitate his style. These are what I found randomnly browsing the net. Have a blast reading them. Warning: if you don't understand tamil or don't know about this legendary character from my state, please don't call me prejudiced. Well if you call me so, I have something special to offer you which, is, "sorry."
nee paathu cinema peru posiedon
yenuku thalavali vantha naa poduvein saridon!!!!
kalyanathla poduvangu bandhi
adula nee yepovume mundi
post officela irrukum thanthi
yenga ayya pesuvangu hindi
Un dhaadi romba karuupu
Adhanala unakku anga arippu
Ennakku romba sirripu
Elections'la thotha nee oru paruppu
I request anybody who can immitate his style to contribute to this article and make it more interesting.
Let's gather enough dialogues to make "naarasamy."
Rs.10,25,000/- for a chocolate!
This is one rich cup of haute chocolate: A New York eatery is offering a US$25,000 dessert bulging with top-grade cocoa, edible gold and shavings of a luxury truffle.
The Frrrozen Haute Chocolate was declared the most expensive dessert in the world on November 28 by the Guinness World Records. The dessert is a frozen, slushy mix of cocoas from 14 countries, milk and 5 grams of 24-carat gold topped with whipped cream and shavings from a La Madeline au Truffle. It is served in a goblet with a band of gold decorated with 1 carat of diamonds and served with a golden spoon diners can take home. The dessert was created by Serendipity 3, a restaurant popular with tourists and once featured in a John Cusack movie. Now that is R-I-C-H!
From veryweirdnews.com
did you know?
1. Osama's name in full is Osama al-Compost Dirk Malaki Hussein Mohammed Abdul Al-Gubba Wacovia Phlegm Abdullah MICcCCChata Shirck Dirkem Fernandez Bork Ali Zarqawi Murqa or أسامة بن لادن aka "Osama Garbej-bin Ladle". He lives in a palatial spider hole in "durkadurkastan". Kicked out of the fraternity during Operation Iraqi Liberation (O.I.L.) when the Greek Council entered Baghdad, Afghanistan, he is still a repugnant symbol to the Arab Fraternities. He's also a famous born-again Christian.
2. The BBC (pronounced "beebeesea") is sometimes jokingly referred to as the British Broadcasting Corporation.
3. Taj Mahal is specially important in modern times for being featured in many American Saturday Morning Cartoons®. It's visible from space byNASA satellite (it remains hidden from Mir space station).
If you want to know more about these amazing facts, check the following links. For the first one, click here. For the next one, click here and for the last one, click here.
I'm sure it was a nice read!
2. The BBC (pronounced "beebeesea") is sometimes jokingly referred to as the British Broadcasting Corporation.
3. Taj Mahal is specially important in modern times for being featured in many American Saturday Morning Cartoons®. It's visible from space byNASA satellite (it remains hidden from Mir space station).
If you want to know more about these amazing facts, check the following links. For the first one, click here. For the next one, click here and for the last one, click here.
I'm sure it was a nice read!
Assam tea or thee?
"Thee" is the word for fire in tamil.
I have been pondering for quite sometime about the recent coverage on Assam. It was the issue of a women being stripped in public.
If one had read (not watched on television) on the issue, he would know, the issue is not about a women being stripped, but the tribals protesting for their rights. Little did any of electronic media mention about the number of deaths which took place on the same day. Atlleast 12 were killed and several hundred people were injured during the violence.
Adivasis have been protesting for thier rights for many years now. Several people have been victimised by these protests. But where were the cameras then?
OK let's just talk about this story. Where were the video cameras? All the channels invariably were flashing around four still pictures constantly one after the other. What were they doing when Assam was burning?
Did they even bother about several other people living in Assam? I guess they too have television sets and TRPs stand for Television Rating Points even there.
May be the doubts are about those TRPs. True. How many of them there watch electronic news? Not many.
Does that justify the lack of coverage on issues concerning the North-East of India? North-east of India, is it so? Do they consider themselves to be part of India?
Have we dealt with them fairly? Now I guess that's the issue, it has always been them and us. Rather, them or us.
Someone who is not well informed about news on North-east, would easily get away with a sly reason "North-east isn't that accessable. People there are very violent. I might put myself at great risk amidst them."
Here, I would like to mention about one of my good friends who is planning to make a documentary on the issues concerning the North-east. There are just four simple reasons behind her spirit.
1. she is well read about the north-east
2. she is not from any of the electronic media
3. she is still a student
4. She cannot be discouraged
Why I didn't do the same, would be majorly because atleast three of the above don't stand valid for me.
So, right now there are a plethora of news channels in India who would cover Assam only if some woman was stripped in the public, with atleast one still picture.
May be not because Assam is in the media for its fine aroma tea too!
I have been pondering for quite sometime about the recent coverage on Assam. It was the issue of a women being stripped in public.
If one had read (not watched on television) on the issue, he would know, the issue is not about a women being stripped, but the tribals protesting for their rights. Little did any of electronic media mention about the number of deaths which took place on the same day. Atlleast 12 were killed and several hundred people were injured during the violence.
Adivasis have been protesting for thier rights for many years now. Several people have been victimised by these protests. But where were the cameras then?
OK let's just talk about this story. Where were the video cameras? All the channels invariably were flashing around four still pictures constantly one after the other. What were they doing when Assam was burning?
Did they even bother about several other people living in Assam? I guess they too have television sets and TRPs stand for Television Rating Points even there.
May be the doubts are about those TRPs. True. How many of them there watch electronic news? Not many.
Does that justify the lack of coverage on issues concerning the North-East of India? North-east of India, is it so? Do they consider themselves to be part of India?
Have we dealt with them fairly? Now I guess that's the issue, it has always been them and us. Rather, them or us.
Someone who is not well informed about news on North-east, would easily get away with a sly reason "North-east isn't that accessable. People there are very violent. I might put myself at great risk amidst them."
Here, I would like to mention about one of my good friends who is planning to make a documentary on the issues concerning the North-east. There are just four simple reasons behind her spirit.
1. she is well read about the north-east
2. she is not from any of the electronic media
3. she is still a student
4. She cannot be discouraged
Why I didn't do the same, would be majorly because atleast three of the above don't stand valid for me.
So, right now there are a plethora of news channels in India who would cover Assam only if some woman was stripped in the public, with atleast one still picture.
May be not because Assam is in the media for its fine aroma tea too!
Khoya Khoya mera time
Going with the mood the melodies of the movie, "Khoya Khoya Chand", I assumed it to be a great watch. Well, should say I was betrayed once again.
The movie is set in the fifties and the sixties of Bollywood. The ocean of drama on the other side of bollywood; the scenes behind the camera; the lives of wannabe stars and super stars have inspired him enough to recreate them on 70mm. Infact, even one of his characters too depicts this fanatasy for recreating personal lives of people into a movie.
The movie begins with Nikhat, an aspiring actress who has dreams of being a superstar. She gets introduced as a dancer, then a junior artiste. Soon, legend, Prem Kumar spots her in the sets and wishes to sleep with her. Also, realising her talent, he helps her out with her ambitions in return to "favours" offered.
She is beginning to carve a niche for herself in Bollywood, when she her friendship with a scriptwriter, Zafar deepens. Meanwhile, the news of Prem Kumar's wedding comes along. At this point, though Nikhat feels betrayed, Zafar helps her get over it. How? They end up making love in the woods.
While these chirpy birds are deeply in love with each other, Prem Kumar comes to know of it and acts being cheated on. This leads to cancelling Zafar's chance to work on Prem's movie. But Zafar's wittiness helps him stay in the field.
Nikhat becomes big, wins Filmfare for the best actress and also gets proposed for marriage by Zafar. All this seemed like the end of the movie. But no, that was just the beginning.
Next day, when the preparations for their Nikkah was underway, Nikhat discovers all her bank balance has been wiped off by her mother's living-in partner. Now he wants money to sustain his kids; and money through Nikhat; through Nikhat continuing to act. Nikhat explains Zafar, that means she would have to put off the wedding. Zafar tries to be supportive at that point of time.
Again, it gave me hints that the movie is going to end in sometime. But no again. Zafar wishes to direct a movie wanting to seek success faster. He begins work on his script crafted specially to suit Nikhat in the lead.
That is when, head over heart conflict begins within the couple and the beginning of their rift begins. I was still hoping, that was the last twist to be straightened. Rationally, Nikhat is not able to offer dates for the movie as she decided to take up a big movie with Prem Kumar seeking instant success. But emotionally, Zafar is not able to accept this and treates it to be some kind of betrayal.
Nikhat still tries to be patient waiting to deal with it once her movie with Prem is done with. So was I, patient and waiting for Nikhat to deal with Zafar and get done with it. But when Zafar felt heartbroken, and dejected with his directorial debut turned flop, he goes to bed with his co-operative heroine. Nikhat finds them "in action". I almost started packing and ready to leave. Even Nikhat and Zafar exchange some sentimental dialogues. Ok. Only credits yet to come.
Nikhat says, "I can take care of myself." Little did I expect, the story went on to show how she manages to take care of herself. Yes. The movie goes on to explain the lives on Nikhat and Zafar after this. Of course they drift apart.
This is when the story takes another twist. Note: another twist not the final twist. They meet again after few years.
What happened after that? Sorry even I am not too clear, for I had lost it by then.
Wondering what this piece meant? This is exactly how the movie was. Well shot, nice flow, too many details, too many plots, finally leaving the audience clueless.
Best things about the movie- Rajat Kapoor, music, mise-en-scene, Parul and her pop corn next to me. Worth a watch atleast for these :)
The movie is set in the fifties and the sixties of Bollywood. The ocean of drama on the other side of bollywood; the scenes behind the camera; the lives of wannabe stars and super stars have inspired him enough to recreate them on 70mm. Infact, even one of his characters too depicts this fanatasy for recreating personal lives of people into a movie.
The movie begins with Nikhat, an aspiring actress who has dreams of being a superstar. She gets introduced as a dancer, then a junior artiste. Soon, legend, Prem Kumar spots her in the sets and wishes to sleep with her. Also, realising her talent, he helps her out with her ambitions in return to "favours" offered.
She is beginning to carve a niche for herself in Bollywood, when she her friendship with a scriptwriter, Zafar deepens. Meanwhile, the news of Prem Kumar's wedding comes along. At this point, though Nikhat feels betrayed, Zafar helps her get over it. How? They end up making love in the woods.
While these chirpy birds are deeply in love with each other, Prem Kumar comes to know of it and acts being cheated on. This leads to cancelling Zafar's chance to work on Prem's movie. But Zafar's wittiness helps him stay in the field.
Nikhat becomes big, wins Filmfare for the best actress and also gets proposed for marriage by Zafar. All this seemed like the end of the movie. But no, that was just the beginning.
Next day, when the preparations for their Nikkah was underway, Nikhat discovers all her bank balance has been wiped off by her mother's living-in partner. Now he wants money to sustain his kids; and money through Nikhat; through Nikhat continuing to act. Nikhat explains Zafar, that means she would have to put off the wedding. Zafar tries to be supportive at that point of time.
Again, it gave me hints that the movie is going to end in sometime. But no again. Zafar wishes to direct a movie wanting to seek success faster. He begins work on his script crafted specially to suit Nikhat in the lead.
That is when, head over heart conflict begins within the couple and the beginning of their rift begins. I was still hoping, that was the last twist to be straightened. Rationally, Nikhat is not able to offer dates for the movie as she decided to take up a big movie with Prem Kumar seeking instant success. But emotionally, Zafar is not able to accept this and treates it to be some kind of betrayal.
Nikhat still tries to be patient waiting to deal with it once her movie with Prem is done with. So was I, patient and waiting for Nikhat to deal with Zafar and get done with it. But when Zafar felt heartbroken, and dejected with his directorial debut turned flop, he goes to bed with his co-operative heroine. Nikhat finds them "in action". I almost started packing and ready to leave. Even Nikhat and Zafar exchange some sentimental dialogues. Ok. Only credits yet to come.
Nikhat says, "I can take care of myself." Little did I expect, the story went on to show how she manages to take care of herself. Yes. The movie goes on to explain the lives on Nikhat and Zafar after this. Of course they drift apart.
This is when the story takes another twist. Note: another twist not the final twist. They meet again after few years.
What happened after that? Sorry even I am not too clear, for I had lost it by then.
Wondering what this piece meant? This is exactly how the movie was. Well shot, nice flow, too many details, too many plots, finally leaving the audience clueless.
Best things about the movie- Rajat Kapoor, music, mise-en-scene, Parul and her pop corn next to me. Worth a watch atleast for these :)
Hotel Kerala- fonia
http://ishare.rediff.com/filemusic.php?id=19516
On the road to Trivandrum
Coconut oil in my hair
Warm smell of avial
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a bright pink tube-light
My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin
I had to stop for a bite
There he stood in the doorway
Flicked his mundu in style
And I was thinking to myself
I don’t like the look of his sinister smile
Then he lit up a petromax
Muttering “No power today”
More Mallus down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace,
Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
It’s infested here
It’s infested here
His finger’s stuck up his nostril
He’s got a big, thick mustache
He makes an ugly, ugly noise
But that’s just his laugh
Buxom girls clad in pavada
Eating banana chips
Some roll their eyes, and
Some roll their hips
I said to the manager
My room’s full of mice
He said,
Don’t worry, saar,I sending youmeen karri, brandy and ice
And still those voices were crying from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them pray
Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace
Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
It is no surprise
It is no surprise (background)
That it swarms with flies
The blind man was pouring
Stale sambar on rice
And he said
We are all just actors here
In Silk Smitha-disguise
And in the dining chamber
We gathered for the feast
We stab it with our steely knives
But we just can’t cut that beef
Last thing I remember
I was writhing on the floor
That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,
I am sure
Relax, said the watchman
This enema will make you well
And his friends laughed as they held me down
God’s Own Country? Oh, Hell!
On the road to Trivandrum
Coconut oil in my hair
Warm smell of avial
Rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance
I saw a bright pink tube-light
My tummy rumbled, I felt weak and thin
I had to stop for a bite
There he stood in the doorway
Flicked his mundu in style
And I was thinking to myself
I don’t like the look of his sinister smile
Then he lit up a petromax
Muttering “No power today”
More Mallus down the corridor
I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace,
Plenty of bugs at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Any time of year
Any time of year (background)
It’s infested here
It’s infested here
His finger’s stuck up his nostril
He’s got a big, thick mustache
He makes an ugly, ugly noise
But that’s just his laugh
Buxom girls clad in pavada
Eating banana chips
Some roll their eyes, and
Some roll their hips
I said to the manager
My room’s full of mice
He said,
Don’t worry, saar,I sending youmeen karri, brandy and ice
And still those voices were crying from far away
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them pray
Save us from the Hotel Kerala-fonia
Such a lousy place,
Such a lousy place (background)
Such a sad disgrace
Trying to live at the Hotel Kerala-fonia
It is no surprise
It is no surprise (background)
That it swarms with flies
The blind man was pouring
Stale sambar on rice
And he said
We are all just actors here
In Silk Smitha-disguise
And in the dining chamber
We gathered for the feast
We stab it with our steely knives
But we just can’t cut that beef
Last thing I remember
I was writhing on the floor
That cockroach in my appam-stew was the culprit,
I am sure
Relax, said the watchman
This enema will make you well
And his friends laughed as they held me down
God’s Own Country? Oh, Hell!
maiden tag!
Five Things I’d Love To Do Before I Die
- visit all the wonders of the world
- interview Rajnikanth
- own a pool house
- honeymoon on a cruise
- tell most celebs about how dumb they are
- turn non-veggie
- sell myself
- give up dancing
- smoke up
- give up my ego
- sing
- crap
- cry
- change my nose ring
- sorry further deatils censored for the public
- Don't give up.
- Hope
- When love is not madness, it is not love.
- I'm tired of all this nonsense about beauty being only skin-deep. That's deep enough. What do you want, an adorable pancreas?
- A man should never be ashamed to own he has been in the wrong, which is but saying... that he is wiser today than he was yesterday.
Five Things I’ll Make You Wish You Didn’t Do, If You Did
- get me into giggle fits
- get me slaushed
- expect me to sit through your mood swings
- asking me to do something
- expect me to be careful with my things
- Krupa
- Debanish
- Anika
- Pavithra
- Sanu
Reality assasin
How would you feel if you were working on Sundays too? Trying to avoid anwering, lemme just share what I did yesterday. Well, was working the channel’s blog since morning. Then, waiting for the stories to come in. Meanwhile, had tea with one of our bosses.Consequence: “there’s no point waiting for the stories. It doesn’t seem like they would come anytime now. Let’s just leave now. Do the rest tomorrow morning.” For moment I was wondering about how I would be spending the rest of my evening.
Mohan dropped us off near sector 16. Like usual, I threw my impulsive plans across Anirban, who was walking with me. Soon he agreed to my idea of a movie. Before we could even finish discussing, we were fiddling with tickets for the movie “Rogue Assasin.” Should I mention though I am not a great fan of action, I decided to go with Anirban? Must say it was worth every moment inside the cinema.
My ignorance about action is to extent that I did not know either Jet Li or Jason. Thanks to Anirban for having put up with my dumb questions on the cast.
The movie revolves around the lives of two FBI officers who are partners in getting hold of a very infamous “Rogue.” The movie opens with an encounter where they manage to kill “Rogue.” The first twist is that Rogue manages to save his life, only to get rid of one of those FBI officers, John. Revenge- Rogue goes to John’s house kills John, his wife and his four year old daughter, and burns the house.
Three years later, Crawford, John’s partner bumps into a case where he finds clues to John’s murder. This assures Rogue’s existence and he gets keen on tracing him. He manages to gather enough clues to find out that this man named, Sham Victor is the new Rogue after a cosmetic surgery.
The story has several twists right from the beginning. To top it is when the movie is nearing the finish. Climax followed anti- climax, the movie definetely has the best for the last.
It was no less than two hours of complete escapism.
Well,that is what I call “ a perfect Sunday evening.”
Mohan dropped us off near sector 16. Like usual, I threw my impulsive plans across Anirban, who was walking with me. Soon he agreed to my idea of a movie. Before we could even finish discussing, we were fiddling with tickets for the movie “Rogue Assasin.” Should I mention though I am not a great fan of action, I decided to go with Anirban? Must say it was worth every moment inside the cinema.
My ignorance about action is to extent that I did not know either Jet Li or Jason. Thanks to Anirban for having put up with my dumb questions on the cast.
The movie revolves around the lives of two FBI officers who are partners in getting hold of a very infamous “Rogue.” The movie opens with an encounter where they manage to kill “Rogue.” The first twist is that Rogue manages to save his life, only to get rid of one of those FBI officers, John. Revenge- Rogue goes to John’s house kills John, his wife and his four year old daughter, and burns the house.
Three years later, Crawford, John’s partner bumps into a case where he finds clues to John’s murder. This assures Rogue’s existence and he gets keen on tracing him. He manages to gather enough clues to find out that this man named, Sham Victor is the new Rogue after a cosmetic surgery.
The story has several twists right from the beginning. To top it is when the movie is nearing the finish. Climax followed anti- climax, the movie definetely has the best for the last.
It was no less than two hours of complete escapism.
Well,that is what I call “ a perfect Sunday evening.”
bank notes as business cards
From Reuters
Harare, December 06
Man arrested for using bank notes as business cards
A professional hunter has been arrested on suspicion he turned Zimbabwean bank notes into business cards and handed them out at a tourism fair.
Zimbabwe is struggling with the world's highest inflation rate of about 8,000 percent because of an economic crisis and it is hard to buy anything with its smaller denomination "bearer cheque" bank notes.
Harare police said on Thursday they had arrested Denis Paul, a 41-year-old professional hunter and lodge owner from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe's second largest city, on charges of defacing bank notes. He faces a fine or up to a year in prison.
Paul was not immediately available for comment.
The state-controlled Herald newspaper quoted him as saying he stamped his business details on 100 10-cent bearer cheques for distribution at the World Tourism Market fair in London last month because he had left without his usual business cards.
The Zimbabwe Tourism Authority (ZTA) alleges he distributed more than 10,000 stamped notes, the Herald said.
"The ZTA alleges that Paul had discouraged foreign tour operators from coming to Zimbabwe while claiming that the country's currency was so useless that it was only fit to be used as business cards," it said.
Paul told the daily he had gone to London to promote his tourism business and used bearer cheques he believed to have expired. "It was not my intention to demonise the country and I gave them (the cards) only to people I knew," he said.
President Robert Mugabe's government lopped off three zeroes from the local currency in July 2006 in its fight against inflation. Zimbabweans still find themselves having to carry huge wads of cash for basic transactions.
Harare, December 06
Man arrested for using bank notes as business cards
A professional hunter has been arrested on suspicion he turned Zimbabwean bank notes into business cards and handed them out at a tourism fair.
Zimbabwe is struggling with the world's highest inflation rate of about 8,000 percent because of an economic crisis and it is hard to buy anything with its smaller denomination "bearer cheque" bank notes.
Harare police said on Thursday they had arrested Denis Paul, a 41-year-old professional hunter and lodge owner from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe's second largest city, on charges of defacing bank notes. He faces a fine or up to a year in prison.
Paul was not immediately available for comment.
The state-controlled Herald newspaper quoted him as saying he stamped his business details on 100 10-cent bearer cheques for distribution at the World Tourism Market fair in London last month because he had left without his usual business cards.
The Zimbabwe Tourism Authority (ZTA) alleges he distributed more than 10,000 stamped notes, the Herald said.
"The ZTA alleges that Paul had discouraged foreign tour operators from coming to Zimbabwe while claiming that the country's currency was so useless that it was only fit to be used as business cards," it said.
Paul told the daily he had gone to London to promote his tourism business and used bearer cheques he believed to have expired. "It was not my intention to demonise the country and I gave them (the cards) only to people I knew," he said.
President Robert Mugabe's government lopped off three zeroes from the local currency in July 2006 in its fight against inflation. Zimbabweans still find themselves having to carry huge wads of cash for basic transactions.
small matter big
This is about how important are small things to me. I have a reputation of not losing my cool that easily. What is it worth anyway? I give people a long rope, so long that most of the times I play rope dance to keep them entertained. But that doesn't mean, I can take bull shit either.
My mum keeps saying, "kutram partha pin sutram illai," which means, one would have nobody if he tends to get judgemantal. True. But even sky has its limit, doesn't it?
I have realised, petty things keep me happier. Not diamonds, not money, my pleasures are more to do with cooking a nice meal, having a nice hot shower, watch a pup play, speak to a kid, get bullied my friends, laugh with my beloveds, make surprise calls to old friends, nurture a dying plant, cry on a silly movie, have late nights before early morning shoots, have a randomn makeover, the list will go on. Most precious things come in small packages, don't they?
I hardly expect, but the problem is when I expect it. At the event of not being able to do what I intended to do, all because some third person tried to act smart and cross my line, that is when i lose my cool.
I give a damn to people who get my way. Cold shoulder! That is what I call the treatment. Just shrug them as often as possible and act as indifferent as possible. "I don't care" would be message I would want that person to get. Unless the person is really dumb, they generally tend to give way.
Well, what if the person is genuinely dumb. Moreover, if the person is so dumb to try outsmarting you. All one has to do is smile. Smile like I did today.
Is that what I felt like doing? No definitely not. I had lost my cool completely. But am I that insane creature who throws things around, all to not say but express how they have lost it.
What is the problem in being vocal? "Yes. I have a problem." How simple is that? If that is how one is going to throw bull shit on me. Go ahead baby. For you don't know how cheap and filthy you have made yourself look.
Everybody has their moods. Never never can I hold somebody else responsible for it. Never never will I show it on somebody else too. Of course one can argue on how important it is to let it out especially with people you are fond of. All I have to say, one sure can, only until he hasn't learnt to outgrow that immaturity.
Imagine people who talk big about being "grown- up" and being "older by age" act so juvenile. Should I go on about how such peolpe don't know the difference between childish and childlike? I am a total beleiver of how no one can be grown-up if not for being childlike at times. Its important to nurture your inner child.
But any idea what to do with these childish people, who just think its some cool fashion formula?
Smile may be :)
My mum keeps saying, "kutram partha pin sutram illai," which means, one would have nobody if he tends to get judgemantal. True. But even sky has its limit, doesn't it?
I have realised, petty things keep me happier. Not diamonds, not money, my pleasures are more to do with cooking a nice meal, having a nice hot shower, watch a pup play, speak to a kid, get bullied my friends, laugh with my beloveds, make surprise calls to old friends, nurture a dying plant, cry on a silly movie, have late nights before early morning shoots, have a randomn makeover, the list will go on. Most precious things come in small packages, don't they?
I hardly expect, but the problem is when I expect it. At the event of not being able to do what I intended to do, all because some third person tried to act smart and cross my line, that is when i lose my cool.
I give a damn to people who get my way. Cold shoulder! That is what I call the treatment. Just shrug them as often as possible and act as indifferent as possible. "I don't care" would be message I would want that person to get. Unless the person is really dumb, they generally tend to give way.
Well, what if the person is genuinely dumb. Moreover, if the person is so dumb to try outsmarting you. All one has to do is smile. Smile like I did today.
Is that what I felt like doing? No definitely not. I had lost my cool completely. But am I that insane creature who throws things around, all to not say but express how they have lost it.
What is the problem in being vocal? "Yes. I have a problem." How simple is that? If that is how one is going to throw bull shit on me. Go ahead baby. For you don't know how cheap and filthy you have made yourself look.
Everybody has their moods. Never never can I hold somebody else responsible for it. Never never will I show it on somebody else too. Of course one can argue on how important it is to let it out especially with people you are fond of. All I have to say, one sure can, only until he hasn't learnt to outgrow that immaturity.
Imagine people who talk big about being "grown- up" and being "older by age" act so juvenile. Should I go on about how such peolpe don't know the difference between childish and childlike? I am a total beleiver of how no one can be grown-up if not for being childlike at times. Its important to nurture your inner child.
But any idea what to do with these childish people, who just think its some cool fashion formula?
Smile may be :)
Haircut by Tarot
From The Times
December 7, 2007
Kate Maxwell thought that she had New York sussed. Then she went for a haircut by Rainbow . . .
Moving to New York wasn’t that hard. I found an apartment the size of a tablecloth, worked out how to order a “tall Americano” without getting two, discovered where to buy groceries (you don’t). But in a city where grooming is everything and even dogs get their nails painted, I balked at trying to find a hairdresser: there was just too much choice.
So when a colleague recommended hers it seemed to be the solution. At 9pm the next day I find myself pressing the buzzer on a brownstone in the East Village, pushing open the door and walking up two fluorescent-lit flights of stairs. Rainbow, tall, with long, bum-grazing blonde hair, greets me. She leads me, floor-length dress swishing across the painted boards, to a deep-red kitchen where candles flicker.
“I like the colour,” I say, motioning to the walls. “I wanted it to feel like a womb,” she explains, before asking whether I’ve been told what she does. I nod, solemnly. Because Rainbow is not merely a hairdresser; Rainbow is also a “minister”. Before raising her scissors she will read my tarot cards, then she will cut my fortune into my hair. (Only in New York – there’s always something on the side.)
“You’ve come on the right day,” says Rainbow. “Today is the day of progress.” Suddenly the subtle trim I’d been hoping for is looking less likely. A pack of tarot cards is spread on the table and I am invited to pick randomly. Control freak that I am, I ask: “How many?” She waves her ethereal – if strangely large – hand: “Don’t think about it.”
When she turns my ten choices over she gasps. “I’ve never seen so many harmonising cards,” she says. She asks whether I’ve been through emotional upheaval recently. How perceptive, I think. Then I remember that I’ve just told her that I moved from England three weeks ago, leaving behind my friends, family and boyfriend. No matter. There is also creativity and prosperity in my cards. Now is a good time to make money. “And I’m seeing lots of words, lots of sheets of paper,” she continues. “My visa application?” I volunteer. She looks uncertain. “I’m a journalist?” She nods, smiling.
When the reading is over, Rainbow places a pack of 40 matches and a pen in front of me. I am to strike a match each morning while looking in the mirror. This will make me “self-actualise”.
“Now write down what you want to take from the reading,” she says. She waits. My pen hovers over the matchbox. Never have I been so defeated by writer’s block. Sensing my anguish, she suggests a couple of lines to get me started. I copy them verbatim: “Creative juices flowing; home as sanctuary,” then add one of my own for good measure: “Relationships blooming.” She asks me to read it out.
“ That’s beautiful,” she says.“I’m going to cut it all into your hair.” Finally, the haircut – I’d almost forgotten it in the New Age haze. (At this point, I should mention that I have straight brown hair down to my shoulders. I had assumed that I’d leave looking more or less the same, minus a few split ends.) Rainbow informs me that my reading translates to my hair as “bangs” – a fringe – and layering. I shudder; the candles flicker. I am not good with either of these styles, let alone both together. When I had a fringe and layers five years ago people told me that I looked like Suzi Quatro.
The scissors are hovering. This is my chance to object, to ask for a trim – which is what I came for. Perhaps it’s because I don’t want to upset the chi, to destroy my future harmony, let alone my promised prosperity, but all I can muster is “great”.
Twenty minutes later I look in the mirror and someone completely different looks back. I have a thick, blunt fringe stretching round my forehead to my ears. What’s left of the rest is feathery and thin, like a rat’s tail. Rainbow loves it. “You look so cute, so Valley of the Dolls!” she exclaims. “I love what it’s doing to your body language. It’s so balancing!” I smile weakly. The compliments keep coming. “You’re going to get everyone looking at you. People in the office will really notice!”
“They won’t recognise me,” I say with a nervous laugh. “They’ll ask where that new girl Kate went.” Then I do what I always do when I don’t like a new haircut: I tip extra generously.
Rainbow plays a song on her lute. And it’s over. It’s 11pm when I walk out into East 13th Street, $140 (£68) lighter and with what feels like a hat over my eyes. No one looks at me.
Back in my apartment, I google Valley of the Dolls. I do not like what I see. When I look in the mirror the next morning I forget to light the first of my 40 matches; instead I shriek. But somehow I feel initiated – I have arrived in New York.
December 7, 2007
Kate Maxwell thought that she had New York sussed. Then she went for a haircut by Rainbow . . .
Moving to New York wasn’t that hard. I found an apartment the size of a tablecloth, worked out how to order a “tall Americano” without getting two, discovered where to buy groceries (you don’t). But in a city where grooming is everything and even dogs get their nails painted, I balked at trying to find a hairdresser: there was just too much choice.
So when a colleague recommended hers it seemed to be the solution. At 9pm the next day I find myself pressing the buzzer on a brownstone in the East Village, pushing open the door and walking up two fluorescent-lit flights of stairs. Rainbow, tall, with long, bum-grazing blonde hair, greets me. She leads me, floor-length dress swishing across the painted boards, to a deep-red kitchen where candles flicker.
“I like the colour,” I say, motioning to the walls. “I wanted it to feel like a womb,” she explains, before asking whether I’ve been told what she does. I nod, solemnly. Because Rainbow is not merely a hairdresser; Rainbow is also a “minister”. Before raising her scissors she will read my tarot cards, then she will cut my fortune into my hair. (Only in New York – there’s always something on the side.)
“You’ve come on the right day,” says Rainbow. “Today is the day of progress.” Suddenly the subtle trim I’d been hoping for is looking less likely. A pack of tarot cards is spread on the table and I am invited to pick randomly. Control freak that I am, I ask: “How many?” She waves her ethereal – if strangely large – hand: “Don’t think about it.”
When she turns my ten choices over she gasps. “I’ve never seen so many harmonising cards,” she says. She asks whether I’ve been through emotional upheaval recently. How perceptive, I think. Then I remember that I’ve just told her that I moved from England three weeks ago, leaving behind my friends, family and boyfriend. No matter. There is also creativity and prosperity in my cards. Now is a good time to make money. “And I’m seeing lots of words, lots of sheets of paper,” she continues. “My visa application?” I volunteer. She looks uncertain. “I’m a journalist?” She nods, smiling.
When the reading is over, Rainbow places a pack of 40 matches and a pen in front of me. I am to strike a match each morning while looking in the mirror. This will make me “self-actualise”.
“Now write down what you want to take from the reading,” she says. She waits. My pen hovers over the matchbox. Never have I been so defeated by writer’s block. Sensing my anguish, she suggests a couple of lines to get me started. I copy them verbatim: “Creative juices flowing; home as sanctuary,” then add one of my own for good measure: “Relationships blooming.” She asks me to read it out.
“ That’s beautiful,” she says.“I’m going to cut it all into your hair.” Finally, the haircut – I’d almost forgotten it in the New Age haze. (At this point, I should mention that I have straight brown hair down to my shoulders. I had assumed that I’d leave looking more or less the same, minus a few split ends.) Rainbow informs me that my reading translates to my hair as “bangs” – a fringe – and layering. I shudder; the candles flicker. I am not good with either of these styles, let alone both together. When I had a fringe and layers five years ago people told me that I looked like Suzi Quatro.
The scissors are hovering. This is my chance to object, to ask for a trim – which is what I came for. Perhaps it’s because I don’t want to upset the chi, to destroy my future harmony, let alone my promised prosperity, but all I can muster is “great”.
Twenty minutes later I look in the mirror and someone completely different looks back. I have a thick, blunt fringe stretching round my forehead to my ears. What’s left of the rest is feathery and thin, like a rat’s tail. Rainbow loves it. “You look so cute, so Valley of the Dolls!” she exclaims. “I love what it’s doing to your body language. It’s so balancing!” I smile weakly. The compliments keep coming. “You’re going to get everyone looking at you. People in the office will really notice!”
“They won’t recognise me,” I say with a nervous laugh. “They’ll ask where that new girl Kate went.” Then I do what I always do when I don’t like a new haircut: I tip extra generously.
Rainbow plays a song on her lute. And it’s over. It’s 11pm when I walk out into East 13th Street, $140 (£68) lighter and with what feels like a hat over my eyes. No one looks at me.
Back in my apartment, I google Valley of the Dolls. I do not like what I see. When I look in the mirror the next morning I forget to light the first of my 40 matches; instead I shriek. But somehow I feel initiated – I have arrived in New York.
Mid-night masala!
It was a Friday night, Diwali was being celebrated here. Adithi and I managed to wrap up work early so that we could have a nice evening. We thought it was time to treat ourselves with some good food. So, I began cooking her favourites- Raddish sambhar, Potato fry and Samiya Payasam. We were chatting and laughing about various other things we had to catch up on each other.
We enjoyed making faux pas in cooking. Still had a great time eating even the burnt food. I'm sorry dear I can assure you wouldn't be forced to eat anymore charcoal from my kitchen! Well, the sambhar and potatoes made our satisfying dinner though.
Belly full. Two lonely forced-to-be-single women celebrating Diwali. We had dined together, laughed together. But is that all that made the celebration complete?
Wondering what to do to spice our evening, I switched on the Idiot Box. As usual flipping through the channels to spot my favourite "sun tv". Well, that was a surprise we didn't expect. Mid-Night Masala! Since then the loudest cracker around was our laughter.
I remember the song that was playing then was "irikki pudiya", which means "hold me tight". Don't ask me which movie it belongs to or who were the faces in the video. But I surely can describe the video or even tell how the faces loked like.
There is this huuuuuuge buxom dancing in the bang middle of the frame. She was wearing a saree that was hard for me spot. I forgot to search for it between her flabs. Oh yeah they were tucked in there quite safe not to disturb any view. Woooo.... all she does was to shake and shake and shake...that I ended up feeling tired. Don't tell me Delhi is still investigating the reasons for the earthquake?
Oh yes how can I forget the guy. He was clad in his pants, thankfully! He is one of those skinny, hairy, moushy ones who might have even broken an arm while romancing that woman. He was just the size of may be an arm of that lady.
Want to know about how they romance? Well, our buxom, ample beauty comes running towards the camera. Meanwhile, our skinny guy is standing in a corner of the frame like waiting for a tsunami strike. The woman comes running and bang! She bangs into the guy and they both fall. Oh sorry, that was meant to be sensual.
Next shot. The lady pulls the guy towards him. Want to know how? She drags him holding onto his 'chest bush'. Did he have them artificially manicured? Or was it some 'Hathi Cement' publicity?
All along remember, the song goes "irikki pudiya". Adithi actually took classes to learn those lyrics. That night was total madness. Both of us were into splits for every single video and move on the screen.
How can I forget mentioning how clueless I went on seeing few blank brown frames with a black hole in the centre.It took a while for me to realise that it was meant to be sexy with few frames of the lady's tummy in close up!
We enjoyed making faux pas in cooking. Still had a great time eating even the burnt food. I'm sorry dear I can assure you wouldn't be forced to eat anymore charcoal from my kitchen! Well, the sambhar and potatoes made our satisfying dinner though.
Belly full. Two lonely forced-to-be-single women celebrating Diwali. We had dined together, laughed together. But is that all that made the celebration complete?
Wondering what to do to spice our evening, I switched on the Idiot Box. As usual flipping through the channels to spot my favourite "sun tv". Well, that was a surprise we didn't expect. Mid-Night Masala! Since then the loudest cracker around was our laughter.
I remember the song that was playing then was "irikki pudiya", which means "hold me tight". Don't ask me which movie it belongs to or who were the faces in the video. But I surely can describe the video or even tell how the faces loked like.
There is this huuuuuuge buxom dancing in the bang middle of the frame. She was wearing a saree that was hard for me spot. I forgot to search for it between her flabs. Oh yeah they were tucked in there quite safe not to disturb any view. Woooo.... all she does was to shake and shake and shake...that I ended up feeling tired. Don't tell me Delhi is still investigating the reasons for the earthquake?
Oh yes how can I forget the guy. He was clad in his pants, thankfully! He is one of those skinny, hairy, moushy ones who might have even broken an arm while romancing that woman. He was just the size of may be an arm of that lady.
Want to know about how they romance? Well, our buxom, ample beauty comes running towards the camera. Meanwhile, our skinny guy is standing in a corner of the frame like waiting for a tsunami strike. The woman comes running and bang! She bangs into the guy and they both fall. Oh sorry, that was meant to be sensual.
Next shot. The lady pulls the guy towards him. Want to know how? She drags him holding onto his 'chest bush'. Did he have them artificially manicured? Or was it some 'Hathi Cement' publicity?
All along remember, the song goes "irikki pudiya". Adithi actually took classes to learn those lyrics. That night was total madness. Both of us were into splits for every single video and move on the screen.
How can I forget mentioning how clueless I went on seeing few blank brown frames with a black hole in the centre.It took a while for me to realise that it was meant to be sexy with few frames of the lady's tummy in close up!
Miracles with paws
DOG or God, I believe they both mean the same immaterial of which way you spell them. Hey wait. I am no atheist and this wouldn't be any cynical prose. There can be no psychotherapy as a dog licking you all over, just because he has been missing you for the past couple of hours. The biggest pleasure by having a dog around is, not only will you make a fool yourself with him, so would he to keep you entertained.
The other day, I went to a pet store to check out the pups there. Not that I couldn't afford them, but just those few moments of watching them play made my day. At the risk sounding prejudiced, I only wish I was one of those fat, rich, jobless housewives who had no idea why they even existed but had loads of time to do nothing but to groom themselves. I would have bought atleast three pups on the spot. Most importantly, I would have all the time and space to pamper them like I was their biological mommy.
I recollect how 'fluke' and I used to spend our days. As Shankar rightly puts it, he was truly an angel. He came from nowhere and kept wandering around us, until Mary picked him up. He was named by I don't know who and soon he became the centre of everybody's attention. He became a part of my life and soon left us all with no clue where he is right now.
One of my professors has a blind dog. Even now I keep wondering, when she's away at work, who takes care of him? That is one big question, answer to which is not letting me buy a pup for myself right now. I have consulted almost all my 'dog' friends on this. One of the basic suggestions I got was about hiring somebody to feed him and watch over him during the day. Another one, "may be you can try out one of those expensive dog creches."
Really? Would I do any of these if he were my kid? I almost skipped a beat of my heart. What if the person I hire doesn't do her job. I mean, who supervises her? What if something went wrong when I am at work?What is point of having a pup if I have to leave him at the love of somebody else and infact pay stinking money for that?Then came a cold suggestion, "just don't buy one." Though I thought he was insensitive to me for having said that, still I have managed to keep up to it until now. But what is it that a dog can do to me right now?
Working in a news room, can be really stressful. Oh yes, have heard enough of this. But once you get back home, you tend to believe in miracles; miracles with paws!Moooods….my music!
As everybody knows, I am a music addict. I need music no-matter what I am doing. I have varied tastes. I listen to varied genres except hard rock. Though what I listen is predominantly based on my state of mind that point of time.
One of the toughest jobs I think is to make a playlist for myself because I like almost every song and to choose favorites from the library is next to impossible for me. Hence, I have always stuck to listening from my library.
Nevertheless, I have always enjoyed discussing about my favorites songs with friends. Almost everybody I know tumbling on this article would realize how I enjoy talking or rather the way go gaga over Akon (muah!) or ARR (salaam!). So I thought for the benefit of annoying the rest of my people who haven’t yet found time to get annoyed with non-stop music conversations, here’s my list of favorites.
I would like to wake up with
1. Temperature by Sean Paul
2. Scar Tissue by RHCP
3. Khaike Paan Banaraswala from Don (new remix version)
4. Ninnu Kori Varanam from Agni Natchataram
5. Ean Enakku from Naan Avanillai
6. No Problem from Love Birds
7. Kaneere from Uyire
8. Californification by RHCP
9. Cupid Chokehold by Gymclass Heroes
10. Sahasam from Okkadu
Yes. By now you have realized how wild a person I am. I like to wake with a lot of Hip Hop and Jivvy songs. I find them give me the necessary energy push for the rest of the day.
During the rest of the day, immaterial of what I am doing, I am listening to music most of the time. Here’s what I would like to hear for passive listening.
1. Alagooril from Thirumalai
2. Oh Mohalai
3. Munbe Va from Jillunu Oru Kadhal
4. Bure Bore
5. Dekho Na from Swades
6. Show me the meaning of being lonely by BSB
7. I want it that way by BSB
8. Muthalam Santhipil from Charlie Chaplin
9. In Dino from Life in a Metro
10. Oru Maalai from Gajini
11. In the Shadows by Rasmus
These are the numbers that can keep me going through the day.
If I really have time to listen to music in peace, then these are the songs I would pick.
1. Neelavana Odayil
2. Allah Ke Bandhe
3. Unnakul Naane from Pachaikili Muthucharam
4. Poovukkul from Jeans
5. Leaving on a Jetplane by John Denver
6. Thazhuvudu from Anbe Aruyire
7. Pesugiraen from Satham Podathe
8. Melliname from Shahjahan
9. Narumugaye from Iruvar
10. Thangamagan from Badshah
11. You’re Beautiful by James Blunt
12. Athini Sithini from Thenali
13. Bulla Ki Jana by Rabbi Shergill
14. Kalyana Malai
15. New York from the movie Jillunu Oru Kadhal
16. Don’t Matter by Akon
17. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
The icing of the cake and a feather to ARR's cap would be the song “thazhuvudu” from Anbe Aruyire. The parts towards the end of the saranams are extremely awesome.
One might ponder how such a weird taste. Reason: I haven’t watched the music video. Ignorance is bliss!
Songs that I cannot resist my foot to
1. Soni De Nakhre from Partner
2. Vidiya Vidiya (Elephunk- Let's Get It Started Remix) by Black Eyed Paes
3. Bebot by Black Eyed Paes
4. Ponmagal from Alagiya Tamil Magan
5. Thaamthaka Theemthakka from Thirumalai
6. Nadha Vinodhangal from Salangai Oli
7. Glassy
8. Can't Get Enough by Raghav
9. Gasolina by Sean Paul
10. In De Club by 50 Cent
11. Vadi Amma Jakkamma from Thirumalai
12. Hips Don't Lie by Shakira
When I am feeling high on life, these are the songs that work wonders to me.
1. Poga Poga from Pattiyal
2. Oru Nanban Irundan from E20 U18
3. Powerless by Nelly Furtado
4. California
5. She’ll be Loved by Maroon 5
6. Athangara Marame from Kizhakku Chimayile
7. Manoothu Manthayile from Kizhakku Chimayile
8. Mettu Podu from Duet
9. Smack That by Akon
10. Yun Hi Chala from Swades
11. Genie got a gun by Aerosmith
12. Maama I'm coming home
There aren’t really any dips in my day, when I have my music player with me. So, music has always been my “mood enhancer” if one may call it.
Well, talking about “mood enhancers”, I consider these to be some of the most sensual songs.
1. Azhagiya Asura from Whistle
2. Dole Dole from Pokiri(Telugu)
3. Sathu Nada Sathu from Sethupathi IPS
4. Appidi Pakrathunna from Ivann
5. Nahin Samne from Taal
6. Belly Dancer by Akon
7. Valaiosai from Sathya
8. Nee Oru Kadhal Sangeetham from Nayagan
9. Partha Mudhal Naale from Vettaiyadu Velaiyadu
10. Toxic by Britney Spears
11. War by Cardigans
12. Turn Me on by Kevin Lyttle
13. Nee Partha from Hey Ram
Hm…When I want end my day, these are the numbers I listen to.
1. Chanda Re from Eklavya
2. Yamunai from Dhalapathi
3. Hey Shona from Tara Rum Pum
4. Sollayo Sollakili from Alli Arjuna
5. Poo Vasam from Anbe Sivam
6. Anbe Sivam Title song
7. Meenamma from Aasai
8. Katrin Mozhiye from Mozhi
9. Katrukenna Veli
10. Nila Kaigirathu
11. Desert Rose by Sting
12. Unnai Charanadanthai from Thavamai Thavamirunthu
13. Poi Solla Kudathu from Run
14. Porkalam from Thenali
15. Erase and Rewind by Cardigans
16. Mahi Ve by Fakir
17. Kelamal from the Alagiya Tamil Magan
The list could get endless. But trying to catch up with other things around me, I have tried hard to leave it here (halfway).
To be continued later...
One of the toughest jobs I think is to make a playlist for myself because I like almost every song and to choose favorites from the library is next to impossible for me. Hence, I have always stuck to listening from my library.
Nevertheless, I have always enjoyed discussing about my favorites songs with friends. Almost everybody I know tumbling on this article would realize how I enjoy talking or rather the way go gaga over Akon (muah!) or ARR (salaam!). So I thought for the benefit of annoying the rest of my people who haven’t yet found time to get annoyed with non-stop music conversations, here’s my list of favorites.
I would like to wake up with
1. Temperature by Sean Paul
2. Scar Tissue by RHCP
3. Khaike Paan Banaraswala from Don (new remix version)
4. Ninnu Kori Varanam from Agni Natchataram
5. Ean Enakku from Naan Avanillai
6. No Problem from Love Birds
7. Kaneere from Uyire
8. Californification by RHCP
9. Cupid Chokehold by Gymclass Heroes
10. Sahasam from Okkadu
Yes. By now you have realized how wild a person I am. I like to wake with a lot of Hip Hop and Jivvy songs. I find them give me the necessary energy push for the rest of the day.
During the rest of the day, immaterial of what I am doing, I am listening to music most of the time. Here’s what I would like to hear for passive listening.
1. Alagooril from Thirumalai
2. Oh Mohalai
3. Munbe Va from Jillunu Oru Kadhal
4. Bure Bore
5. Dekho Na from Swades
6. Show me the meaning of being lonely by BSB
7. I want it that way by BSB
8. Muthalam Santhipil from Charlie Chaplin
9. In Dino from Life in a Metro
10. Oru Maalai from Gajini
11. In the Shadows by Rasmus
These are the numbers that can keep me going through the day.
If I really have time to listen to music in peace, then these are the songs I would pick.
1. Neelavana Odayil
2. Allah Ke Bandhe
3. Unnakul Naane from Pachaikili Muthucharam
4. Poovukkul from Jeans
5. Leaving on a Jetplane by John Denver
6. Thazhuvudu from Anbe Aruyire
7. Pesugiraen from Satham Podathe
8. Melliname from Shahjahan
9. Narumugaye from Iruvar
10. Thangamagan from Badshah
11. You’re Beautiful by James Blunt
12. Athini Sithini from Thenali
13. Bulla Ki Jana by Rabbi Shergill
14. Kalyana Malai
15. New York from the movie Jillunu Oru Kadhal
16. Don’t Matter by Akon
17. Iris by Goo Goo Dolls
The icing of the cake and a feather to ARR's cap would be the song “thazhuvudu” from Anbe Aruyire. The parts towards the end of the saranams are extremely awesome.
One might ponder how such a weird taste. Reason: I haven’t watched the music video. Ignorance is bliss!
Songs that I cannot resist my foot to
1. Soni De Nakhre from Partner
2. Vidiya Vidiya (Elephunk- Let's Get It Started Remix) by Black Eyed Paes
3. Bebot by Black Eyed Paes
4. Ponmagal from Alagiya Tamil Magan
5. Thaamthaka Theemthakka from Thirumalai
6. Nadha Vinodhangal from Salangai Oli
7. Glassy
8. Can't Get Enough by Raghav
9. Gasolina by Sean Paul
10. In De Club by 50 Cent
11. Vadi Amma Jakkamma from Thirumalai
12. Hips Don't Lie by Shakira
When I am feeling high on life, these are the songs that work wonders to me.
1. Poga Poga from Pattiyal
2. Oru Nanban Irundan from E20 U18
3. Powerless by Nelly Furtado
4. California
5. She’ll be Loved by Maroon 5
6. Athangara Marame from Kizhakku Chimayile
7. Manoothu Manthayile from Kizhakku Chimayile
8. Mettu Podu from Duet
9. Smack That by Akon
10. Yun Hi Chala from Swades
11. Genie got a gun by Aerosmith
12. Maama I'm coming home
There aren’t really any dips in my day, when I have my music player with me. So, music has always been my “mood enhancer” if one may call it.
Well, talking about “mood enhancers”, I consider these to be some of the most sensual songs.
1. Azhagiya Asura from Whistle
2. Dole Dole from Pokiri(Telugu)
3. Sathu Nada Sathu from Sethupathi IPS
4. Appidi Pakrathunna from Ivann
5. Nahin Samne from Taal
6. Belly Dancer by Akon
7. Valaiosai from Sathya
8. Nee Oru Kadhal Sangeetham from Nayagan
9. Partha Mudhal Naale from Vettaiyadu Velaiyadu
10. Toxic by Britney Spears
11. War by Cardigans
12. Turn Me on by Kevin Lyttle
13. Nee Partha from Hey Ram
Hm…When I want end my day, these are the numbers I listen to.
1. Chanda Re from Eklavya
2. Yamunai from Dhalapathi
3. Hey Shona from Tara Rum Pum
4. Sollayo Sollakili from Alli Arjuna
5. Poo Vasam from Anbe Sivam
6. Anbe Sivam Title song
7. Meenamma from Aasai
8. Katrin Mozhiye from Mozhi
9. Katrukenna Veli
10. Nila Kaigirathu
11. Desert Rose by Sting
12. Unnai Charanadanthai from Thavamai Thavamirunthu
13. Poi Solla Kudathu from Run
14. Porkalam from Thenali
15. Erase and Rewind by Cardigans
16. Mahi Ve by Fakir
17. Kelamal from the Alagiya Tamil Magan
The list could get endless. But trying to catch up with other things around me, I have tried hard to leave it here (halfway).
To be continued later...
Pinky swear!
Pinky swear, I am going to keep up to this resolution. It's been whole eleven months and only now do I get the urge to make a resolution. Or may be I have just been missing Summer's pinky swear pranks! I only thank I dont live in OC, I cant afford the plastic life dude.
Well, its been four months, I haven't yet realised what the word "saving'' means. I want to spend on myself for a while, enjoy it and then may be soon, I will start saving. What the hell, I wasn't born to any pauper who lets his daughter drown in nothings to learn her money lessons. Not like he didn't try. His only mistake, I was born to him. May be that's why until I started earning, he forgot what "savings" meant.
I remember as a kid, I have never even had the guts to ask my dad for a chocolate bar. Reason, they never waited for me to ask. All good. But like every story's flipside, Iwas growing up. Sadly, not grown up. That is when G-gaps started entering. Issues. I want a Levi's jeans. There comes the chide, "How dare you? What the hell you talking about? Why do you need them?"
So then I begin sulking. Result: I got my first pair of Levi's Codroys when I was 16. Glad I was. Also, 16 I was. So, now it was a pair of Mango jeans that was haunting me. Well, this time again glad I was. I got my first pair of Mango jeans when I was 20.
21-supposed to be legally an adult now. But am I? I am eyeing a pair of Ms.60 jeans now. Its been four months of living on my own money. Does that qualify me to be an grown up now? I guess the answer now lies on my next step at the cross road.
Ms. 60 Vs Pinky swear!
Well, its been four months, I haven't yet realised what the word "saving'' means. I want to spend on myself for a while, enjoy it and then may be soon, I will start saving. What the hell, I wasn't born to any pauper who lets his daughter drown in nothings to learn her money lessons. Not like he didn't try. His only mistake, I was born to him. May be that's why until I started earning, he forgot what "savings" meant.
I remember as a kid, I have never even had the guts to ask my dad for a chocolate bar. Reason, they never waited for me to ask. All good. But like every story's flipside, Iwas growing up. Sadly, not grown up. That is when G-gaps started entering. Issues. I want a Levi's jeans. There comes the chide, "How dare you? What the hell you talking about? Why do you need them?"
So then I begin sulking. Result: I got my first pair of Levi's Codroys when I was 16. Glad I was. Also, 16 I was. So, now it was a pair of Mango jeans that was haunting me. Well, this time again glad I was. I got my first pair of Mango jeans when I was 20.
21-supposed to be legally an adult now. But am I? I am eyeing a pair of Ms.60 jeans now. Its been four months of living on my own money. Does that qualify me to be an grown up now? I guess the answer now lies on my next step at the cross road.
Ms. 60 Vs Pinky swear!
define emergency?
It was a boring lecture and one of my classmates shouts "May I?" That woke me up from the classroom nap i was enjoying. But it was worth it. I realised the professor was trying to teach the concept of relativity. "How long one minute is depends on which side of the bathroom door you are at," said my classmate. Well doesn't that make sense? I remember going through this toture of realising the value of that one minute almost everyday. Reason: I was a hostalite.
Now comes my big question, what if there was no toilet in the vicinity espcially when it becomes emergency. Yes. When you are travelling in the woods or just in the city far away from your house? What does one do, especially people like me who's quite infamous for being a constant pest to pee while out of home?
I read an article today that was talking about this big question of mine. It said help is just a text away. What? Yes. One has to just text the place you are in at that point of time to a service provider's number. Within seconds, you get information about the nearest toilet. I was appauled. How cool is that? Even before I could complete reading, the only thought that struck me was how badly I needed a holiday. I could go travelling with friends without having to frequently point out my "emergency."
Back to Zero-G, which service provider in India is so thoughtful? Who has taken the responsibility to keep the toilets clean? Who have constructed such toilets? Ahem ahem.
Took a deep breath.Sigh.The article was not talking about India. I almost went underground.
But that does not sound like a bad idea to be implemented in India. Why not India? Doesn't anybody remember the World Diabetes Day and the roaring figures of the diabetic peole in India that news channels had flashed?
Am I the only one complaining about how "peeing" is an emergency?
Now comes my big question, what if there was no toilet in the vicinity espcially when it becomes emergency. Yes. When you are travelling in the woods or just in the city far away from your house? What does one do, especially people like me who's quite infamous for being a constant pest to pee while out of home?
I read an article today that was talking about this big question of mine. It said help is just a text away. What? Yes. One has to just text the place you are in at that point of time to a service provider's number. Within seconds, you get information about the nearest toilet. I was appauled. How cool is that? Even before I could complete reading, the only thought that struck me was how badly I needed a holiday. I could go travelling with friends without having to frequently point out my "emergency."
Back to Zero-G, which service provider in India is so thoughtful? Who has taken the responsibility to keep the toilets clean? Who have constructed such toilets? Ahem ahem.
Took a deep breath.Sigh.The article was not talking about India. I almost went underground.
But that does not sound like a bad idea to be implemented in India. Why not India? Doesn't anybody remember the World Diabetes Day and the roaring figures of the diabetic peole in India that news channels had flashed?
Am I the only one complaining about how "peeing" is an emergency?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)