Past Present Future Tag

I was tagged by Chakoli and after seeing the interesting ways in which Priya, Vishesh and Balu have replied, I was prompted to do the tag. Also its been quite a while since my last tag post. So here is what is to be done-There are two questions in each category. Answer them and then tag your friends from the blogosphere. Leave a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and you are all set. Stealing the photograph idea from Priya and to spice up my tag post a little, I have also put up some pictorial replies.

Past:-

Your oldest memory :- Getting up early in morning, freshening up in a woozy state and going to kindergarten just behind my home and basically not getting the purpose of the daily torture.

Class 2 not kindergarten. Which one can be me?

What were you doing 10 years ago? :- Struggling to cope up with Physics, Chemistry, Biology, Maths and English. Trying to attend tuitions and evaluating whether I should go for Medical or Engineering. Decided one doctor was enough in family.

The Food of India

There is no love sincerer than the love of food.

~George Bernard Shaw, “The Revolutionist’s Handbook,” Man and Superman

And I love good food!! I got this interesting and mouth watering e-mail and had to share with all of you. Oh my god! There are so many things I haven’t eaten yet. This will serve me as a list of all the food to be tasted before I die. 😀 Although there are some dishes like Red Ant Chutney of Chattisgarh (delicacy among tribals) which I would prefer not to eat.

Indians or Moral Police?

Of all the weird, bad, happy and exciting things that happen in my life, the one I’m going to narrate beats all the uninvited weird events that have ever happened to me. But the point of my post is not the event. Its my contemplation on the attitude of Indian society which caused this incident. On Thursday night, I was coming back from a dinner party with colleagues and it was bit late (10.30 pm). Suddenly this guy (read:weirdo) came along on bike and started driving beside me. He said hello and I sped up totally ignoring him and his blabbering. He drove all the way to my home. By then I had started to lose my temper. I stopped my Scooty, turned to face him and our conversation followed:-

Weirdo : What were u doing back there, standing and talking with a guy in front of my house?

Me with incredulous look : What on earth are you talking about? Do you even know who I am and where I’m coming from?

Weirdo : You were standing with a guy in front of my house. Don’t stand in front of my house ever again. Its not a good thing.

Me with my temper lost completely and shouting : Are you mad? I’m coming from xxx and haven’t stopped anywhere to talk with anyone. I think you are mistaking me for someone else.

Weirdo : No its you. Its not a good thing to stand and talk like that. Is this your home?

Me shouting : Yes it is. So?

Weirdo : I’ll tell your dad what you were doing.

Me hopping mad and shouting : Yeah?? By all means do so. Just get off your bike and tell my dad.

World’s Ten Oldest Jokes

I have subscribed to Reuters Oddly Enough Report via email. In a recent one, I got this news. Through that odd news I came across world’s ten oldest jokes as discovered by a study commissioned by television channel Dave of UK. Here are the jokes.

1. Something which has never occurred since time immemorial: a young woman did not fart in her husband’s lap (1900 BC – 1600 BC Sumerian Proverb Collection 1.12-1.13)

2. How do you entertain a bored pharaoh? You sail a boatload of young women dressed only in fishing nets down the Nile and urge the pharaoh to go catch a fish (An abridged version first found in 1600 BC on the Westcar Papryus)

3. Three ox drivers from Adab were thirsty: one owned the ox, the other owned the cow and the other owned the wagon’s load. The owner of the ox refused to get water because he feared his ox would be eaten by a lion; the owner of the cow refused because he thought his cow might wander off into the desert; the owner of the wagon refused because he feared his load would be stolen. So they all went. In their absence the ox made love to the cow which gave birth to a calf which ate the wagon’s load. Problem: Who owns the calf?! (1200 BC)

Celebrations!!

Once upon a time, in a kingdom called the Internet, a girl used to blog at Blogspot. She had some blogger acquaintances who belonged to the enemy camp of WordPress. Over time they cajoled, tempted and persuaded her to change sides. On the auspicious day of her birthday, the girl moved to WordPress and never looked back since then. As on today her blog has registered 10,347 hits (and increasing) in less than two months, since she moved to WordPress. Adhering to the tradition of blogosphere, she celebrates crossing 10000 hits today. Yiipppeeee!!!!!!! It isn’t that there is some sort of competition or rivalry but still she can’t resist teasing a friend. For Nikhil who crossed 10000 hits in four months 😈 Muhahahahahahahaha 😛 😛 😈

The Fear of Death

My maternal uncle had been suffering from cancer and passed away on 15th August. During the last days of his life, I observed one important aspect of human nature which made me analyze my opinion on it. The aspect was the innate, sometimes subconscious sometimes obvious fear of death. Having a terminally ill family member at home does cause an air of sadness and depression. But its interesting to see how others react to it. Another close relative; a well known surgeon, very rich & money minded person and my uncle’s neighbor, got affected by high blood pressure by all this. Apparently he was struck by the fear of death. After accumulating so much wealth all his life, he would have to let go of everything. That is a scary thought for all those who are deeply attached to their assets. The fear of death reminds me of a story I’d read in school books which illustrates that Fear is the real epidemic.

Happy Birthday India

On the occasion of my country’s 61st birthday, I share with you some nice videos to celebrate the day.

# 1 Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru’s famous speech

Movie Reviews Bonanza

I’d made the most of this weekend watching 4 movies, three in theater and one at home. Here are my reviews.

# 1 Ugly and Pagli :- An attempt at a comic & romantic love story of a slavish loser geek and a girl who is quite different – she boozes, snores weirdly and slaps at the drop of a hat. But the comedy isn’t consistent in the movie and fails to match up with post-Pyar Ke Side Effects expectations. The second half is rather boring. It was good to see Ranvir Shorey as a solo lead actor. He seemed to have potential to stay in Bollywood. Mallika Sherawat is fine until she cries. She really fails in that. Songs were fine but seemed unnecessary..typical Bollywood style..you know “its been quite a while since dialogues are going on now lets insert a song & dance number”. Overall enjoyable with good company [maybe better with gf/bf!!] and one time watchable.

All In A Day’s Work

The duties and responsibilities of a technical lecturer comprises of teaching, instruction in laboratory, students assessment and evaluation, assisting in departmental administration and so on. Some may think teaching is a boring and dull profession but the truth is that the nearer one is to the youth, the more exciting life/job is. Now before I narrate an incident you must know that I work in a private college and many influential people’s sons & daughters study on management quota. Few days ago, over a girl; boys of two different streams (IT and Mech) had a fight which led to serious injury to one of the boys (Mech). Police came to arrest the main accused (IT) and our Jt.Director of college is said to have slapped him too. But the student turned out to be the nephew of a big politician and somehow construed the slap as politically motivated. So on 6th Aug around 100-150 boys (goons??) came to college and wrecked the administrative building. They even hit the Jt.Director with stick and manhandled the Chairman and Director. We all thought the repercussion had ended there.

In Memoriam

One day I found it sitting on the printer on my computer table staring at me without batting an eyelid. I somehow managed to shoo it away. Few days later I saw it climbing down on the curtain on the window behind my computer. I made all sorts of clapping and flapping sounds to scare it away. I even shook the curtain to make it go but the brave soul it was, it clung on stubbornly. I was scared to sit at my computer with it staring at me. Else unlike my sister, I have no problem with it and I peacefully co exist with it in my room. So I decided to use a deodorant spray to shoo it off. I sprayed on it liberally and as expected it scampered off. Next day I found it on the floor beside my dressing table dead as a doornail and that too upside down with all its limbs in air.

This post is in loving memory of a useful creature whose crime was just that it was fatally attracted by my computer table or computer. The murderer deodorant spray should be investigated for its chemical composition. After all we use it on ourselves too. The funeral has been conducted. But don’t be sad. I have pictures of the dead body of the victim.

Goodbye

As I have said in my “about me” and as time proves to me again I’m really too gullible and I trust easily and care too much even for an acquaintance. I even consider them to be my friend. I have been lauded and appreciated for my post on blogging friendship and on my blogger friends but I never thought within a week I’ll be proved wrong and that after all one can’t trust online friends. One may say I’m really stupid to care for and trust someone whom I have known for just few weeks. It doesn’t mean my caring was wrong. It just means, my friend, you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve me talking to you in the first place.

As I have also said in my “about me” that I’m sarcastic if provoked..unforgiving if hurt; I will never forgive you, my friend, for betraying my trust and hurting me. I may seem to be sweet and all but that’s just one face of me. I don’t take shit from anybody. And one thing I hate most is betrayal. If I vent more I may reveal that two faced person’s identity so I wont say anymore. I can’t pretend on surface that everything is fine like you do. I behave outside exactly according to what I feel inside. With this post I sever all my ties with you. Goodbye.

Sibling Possessiveness and Poem Tag

Sibling rivalry is quite a common phenomena in many families. I have seen brother-sister duos fighting it out like anything or teasing excessively or two brothers not getting along well or two sisters fighting over stuff and being tattletales about each other to parents. Not to mention many squabbles regarding property and responsibility of old parents and general emotional indifference/detachment between siblings. I know some extreme cases of siblings in which the girl child faces discrimination and one in which the younger brother beats his elder sister like anything and parents do nothing to control. But I’m not here to discuss about reasons behind sibling rivalry or to suggest solutions. But a prologue is essential before my confession. I admit that I suffer from sibling possessiveness. My sister is quite elder to me and I have always been her baby sister. 🙂 And I don’t like any of my friends getting more attention from her than necessary (according to my limit). Right now my sister has this family over her place as guests and I get all grumpy seeing her cuddle and pamper their baby. Ahh!! well thats the way I am. 😀

Now RJ had tagged me to write a love poem with the mind of a 4th standard. So here it is.

Pictures Of Love

I got this as a forwarded mail and I dont know if its true or not. But I felt touched by the pictures. So I’m sharing this with you. The story is of the suffering of a poor bird shocked with its partner’s fatal injury.

Here the partner is injured and the condition is very appalling

Here the other bird brings food and attends its partner with love and compassion