Parents are Cruel

Children are cruel. But that's a different post.
This is about parents. All the screwed up children of the world, blame your parents. Too much expectations, no expectations, too pushy, too laidback, ALWAYS there, NEVER there. Parents really fuck up their kids.

Heil PMS

Not the monthlies -- but Pre Marital Sex.
Those of you from India/TN will be aware of the Khusboo-premarital sex comment, and ensuing scandal!!
I am rather sure that everyone of those protestors have either had premarital sex or had desperately wanted to.
Now this is my take -- I am all for it. I think it's great. I think even those who are going in for arranged marriage should do it with their spouse-to-be.
Simple reason -- sex is great. And with someone you are committed too, it becomes even greater. But marriage brings with it certain inconveniences -- that's the truth. And once kids get into the picture -- forget it!! No naked frolicking in the middle of the day, experiments, etc etc.
There is something absolutely seductive about sneaky sex... and you can have that only before marriage.
I am not advocating open free sex with every person you meet. No sir. I am far too conservative for that. Just advocating fun with someone you love, without worrying about whether or not he/she will love you 10years from now.
And yes, it pays to be safe. No two ways about that.
And Khushboo, Suhasini, whoever... keep talking ladies. You speak more sense than those hypocritical, moralistic morons who probably have 10 mistresses in anycase. And the protesting women for sure are those married to such men.

RIGHT

"I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it" -- Voltaire

Insecurity

Just seconds ago I wrote that I loved my job. And I do. Really do.
But I am terribly insecure about it. I am not insecure about my work, but my job.
The year has been unbelievably good, but I worry how long that will last.
Should I believe in the evil eye, on envy, my own lack of luck...
Or should I JUST BELIEVE in myself and get on with it. Thinking is not always such a good thing.

love my job

Missed Scorpions. But I could have met them if I wanted to.
Met Bryan Adams yesterday.
Maradona today.
Maybe Pele morrow and Nadia Comaneci the day after.
I love my job. I love it.

other lives

it is past midnight, child and husband in bed, and I am blog-surfing. an extension of my college days when gossiping about people we didnt know was always more interesting than gossiping about people we did know. probably it is easier not to feel guilty.
guilt... that is a whole other thing i need to think about. but another day, another blog.
the interest we take in a stranger's life, where we complete their stories, name their dogs, break-up their relationships.
the similarities we find in a nameless person and the disdain for some faceless blogger.
peeping toms, hiding behind the anonymity of the internet.
cowards, who envy other people's boldness/frankness.

Get a Life

You know how some people live their jobs. They are trying to get ahead, are so ambitious and are willing to do anything it takes. Fair enought. The problem is when they can't turn off their ambitious self, and be human at least with family and friends. You have to live a lie at work. You dont have to live a lie 24x7. take a break, be a friend, wife/husband or whatever. dont be a jerk and think its ok to be that way, cos it helps you professionally.

the gate crasher

money and wealth, they don't believe in invitations. They are gate crashers.
You beseech them with invites and they are likely to turn their back on you. Money and Wealth they are real snooty folks. You ignore them and they will party crash, and insist on following you around.
Money and Wealth, don't like to be forced into anything. The more you chase them, the faster they will run, away from you.
Walk away from them, and they may decided to walk with you and keep pace with you.
Money and Wealth -- funny folks. So popular, so loved and yet so scared.

why

why are we mean to people we like and nice to people we don't like?
messed up, messed up, messed up!

Eid

A Heritage village... deserted, random sweet stalls, horse rides, bored looking pearldivers and fishermen glaring at visitors.
A huge shopping tent, trash from across the world, a real fun shopping experience... and you can also feel nice about your good deed for the day. paying the salaries of at least a couple of chinese factory workers!
(Aside: Friend of mine returned from the Iskon temple in Bangalore with a Krishna statuette made in China!!)
and then the big top... a circus tent. manned by some nincompoops who couldnt help squash a fly, barring the sweet smile reserved for white skinned single women. Hail QTA's social service.
But an enjoyable Eid. The City gets more festive for Bakrid -- Eid Al Adha.
Two months to go for that!
So basically if you are in Qatar, you spend one month having fun during Ramadan. Then a week for the Eid. Spend two months in expectation for the next one. And one more week of that. So basically you need to work only for 8.5 months. Of which you dont work fridays and saturdays. sundays is a global weekend, so you kind of are still in the spirit. three days gone from the week...
And in most Govt and certain pvt organisations, women get 5 days off a month to deal with their personals. This is what I've heard. and most conveniently combine it with their weekends.
5 days a month! worth the embarassment to go and tell HR "Sir, I am bleeding, so 5 days off!"
Guess you've got the idea already about what it is to work in Qatar... you don't slog!

money, money

Any one who says they are in the Gulf for the adventure are lying. simple. Big fat liar!
But you may in the course of your greed learn to love the place.
So I should not feel bad about going in for AdSense. Still I THINK. should I commercialise what is meant to be a pure bitching mission. should one's vitriolic thoughts be commercialised. Should one's grouse around the whole world be a tool to make money?
The answer is a clear yes. So AdSense it shall be... very soon.

taking it light or kick them in their balls

here is some manly banter in the marketing department... she is still a girlfriend (a new client), so give her a lot of attention, once she becomes a wife (like the regular clients), we can start taking her for granted!
Now which marketing Guru wrote about this in his bestseller, I wonder?
Must be that guy who wrote the book "How to be a chauvanist jerk and spread the joy."

Intolerable intolerance

It was diwali. the neighbours got together, picked up some harmless party poppers and sparklers, took the landlord's permission and had some diluted diwali fun.
some palestinian neigbours complained that there was too much noise. intolerant bastards, party poppers are noisy? what about the bombs that keep going off in their homeland. or probably they just meant it wasnt noisy enough, or they were feeling nostalgic with all the bombs!!

bitching fun

it is so much fun to bitch. only wish didnt have this overwhelming desire to be liked... I would then have been a pro at it