We are racists too

Whether or not TOI carries RK Laxman’s daily You Said It, it’ll definitely talk about some Asian geting assaulted in the now infamous Australia. Articles go on to say how racism is a problem faced by Desis everywhere. I agree. But have you looked at what goes on in your house before checking out the shit in your neighbour’s place?

To begin with, ads after ads endorsing Fair n Lovely, Pond Fairness, Fairever, Emami Fair & Natural, etc for women. Shahrukh and John Abraham do their bit by being the face of Himani Fairness Cream and Garnier Fairness cream for men. Why? I mean why this obsessive need to look fair? Whats wrong if your skin produces “that” extra ounce of Melanin???? Aren’t we being racists here?

Next come the super annoying matrimonial ads. Need a “Fair”, good looking and well educated girl/boy blah blah blah.. Its amazing how qualifications take a back seat and FAIR is the first word! Amazing priorities. What if your would be groom/bride is a money sucking parasite, who has no respect for you or your parents? What if all that happns when they open their mouths is garbage flowing out? Ever thought about it? Why do you think girls or boys with darker complexions wont make good spouses? What are your reservations against them? And more  importantly WHY??? Aren’t we being racists here?

The place where I stay, has a lot of citizens from Nigeria. Believe me, I’ve seen this happening. I was standing in the queue in front of my bank ATM. There was this guy who was standing ahead of me. A woman and her son behind me. The kid in all its innocence asked his mom “Why is this Uncle so dark?”. The answer that came out from his mom was “Coz he’s a Black/Negro”. I just wanted to slap the woman real hard. Couldn’t you have thought of anything better to answer your child? Aren’t we being racists here?

For many people, wearing an attire in black on auspicious days or during festivals symbolises something sad/evil. Why? Aren’t these lame beliefs man-made?? Whats the big deal? You like it, you wear it. Isnt that plain simple? Aren’t we being racists here?

For all the filmy people (Bollywood) out there who might defend themselves saying “We aint like that, we treat everyone equally”, I just have one question. In the movie Fashion, Priyanka Chopra’s character, Meghna Mathur feels she has hit rock bottom, after finds herself having slept with an African American. Why? Would she have felt the same had she slept with a Gora firang? And women in the theatre shed copious tears with her in the next scene.  

Aren’t we being racists here? The answer is “Yes, we are racists too. Happily at that.”

Life – Explained in One Line (Forward)

Dadda sent this to me.

LIFE is: Leaving the house in the morning, dressed in clothes that you bought on credit card, for work, driving through the traffic in a car that you are still paying for, putting in fuel that you cannot afford, in order to get to the job that you hate but need so badly so that you can pay for your clothes, car, fuel and the house that you leave empty the whole day, in order to live in it.

The week that it was

These days I seem to be in the learning mode. Good for me considering, it keeps my head calm and my mind busy. Some pearls of wisdom that were thrown at me, which were THANKFULLY caught:

• True friends are like one’s health. You wont realize the value of either until you lose it.
• Trust is like money. You invest it in some, get decent returns. You waste some. And some, you get robbed off.

Some Updates

Update #1: Completed two days in the new office (just the address has changed and not the organization). The alien feeling has still not left me.

Update #2: The office bus leaves before 7.00 pm. So PC is shutdown by 6.30 coz the walk, from the building to the where the buses wait, is a good 15 mins walk. Gotta admit, its a D-I-V-I-N-E feeling when you click SHUT DOWN at 6.30 p.m.

Update #3: Some people, even when are not talking, sound amazingly sarcastic.

Update #4: There are some hard hitting sms’. Like this: If its painful for you to criticize your friends, you are safe in doing it. If you take the slightest pleasure in it, thats the time to hold your tongue.

Update #5: Then there are some LIFE TRANSFORMING sms’. Like this: Dil tod ke tumne pahunchaai mujhe thes. Dil tod ke tumne pahunchaai mujhe thes. Tan Theta = Perpendicular Upon Base.

I’m yet to recover from this sms. *Sob sob*

Chandralekha

I’ve always maintained this: Mani Ratnam + A R Rahman = Music at its very best. You can just keep listening to them over and over again. Right from Roja to Guru, their pairing is a killer combo (though Bombay remains my most favourite). 

After a lonnnnggg time I listened to this brilliantly picturized, amazingly sung song called Chandralekha from the movie Thiruda Thiruda. Here’s the song. Listen to the way she says Konjam Mirigham.. Ah! Woowwww!!!

Where is Anupama (the singer) by the way???? Someone please ask her to come back.

I dont know…

Anyone who bumps into this page, please do NOT read any further. Its just some crap.

1. I dont know what to write.
2. I dont know if I wanna write something in the first place.
3. I dont know whats clouding my head now.
4. I dont know why I keep thinking about my work 24/7.
5. I dont know, if I hate something/someone, to keep thinking about that something/someone means getting obsessed with that something/someone.
6. I dont know if point 5 above makes any damn sense!
7. I dont know why some people dont answer calls or revert to texts.
8. I dont know why its so bloody hot in Mumbai.
9. I dont know why I get my insane mood swings.
10. I dont know why I dont tolerate/like/trust 99/100 people I meet.

I dont know if I should continue writing or give it up for the sake of humanity. If you have ignored my warning and have ended up reading this post, you deserve to be tortured. Why the hell would you not listen to someone!

A Long Way Gone

Being an avid reader, I’ve gobbled hundreds of books since school days. But not many of ‘em have lingered on in my head (to the extent that I might actually sit and say a few words about them).

A LONG WAY GONE. Thats the name of the book that I’ve finished reading. There’s something really beautiful about the way its been written. Ishmael Beah is the author and its his story that he has given from page 1 to page 228. Every single word and every single line in every single page is the struggle of this boy of having seen the civil war and of having been a part of it. Believe me, it takes balls of steel go through this kinda shit and come out of it. Call is destiny or whatever.

Here’s a boy whose family is gunned down, is forced to take shelter at the most ridiculous places, ultimately pushing him into becoming a boy soldier. Innocence being snatched away only to be replaced by brutal killings. All that Ishmael wants is his family but what actually happens is what his story is all about.

This climate makes me go GRRRR…

It feels like 567 degrees. Horrible climate. I start sweating the moment I step outside the bathroom, after a nice cool shower (that lasts for about 15 minutes) I mean. I’ve lost count of the number of Dermi Cool and Shower to Shower dabbas that I’ve emptied. Still no respite. GRRRR. GRRRRRRRRRRR. This climate makes me go GRRRRR…

Iron Maiden Flight 666

I smsed this to all my metal head pals the moment I came outta the theatre and I tell you all (??) the same:

IF YOU ARE A SELF RESPECTING MAIDEN FAN, YOU WILL WATCH THIS ONE.

(Check out the priest in the Columbia tour. Father Iron Maiden has 162 Maiden tattoos on his body and has named his son Steve Harris!! ).

Its a mindfucking piece of a rockumentary! Brilliant!!! MUSTWATCH!!!!! Hail Maidens!!!

God Exists.

Its not as if I’ve had a doubt about His existence. But the faith just got strengthened yesterday when He saved me from a major embarrassment. 

As a part of a central unit that controls the operations allover India, the workload is always high in our department. Its pressure cooker situation all the time. Add to it, the competition, the aggression and all, there’s always this urge to outperform others. While thats a good trait, one just cant stop being alert or careful.

Ok to cut the crap, I had to send this report on the status of all transactions that were posted last week and this is what I wrote:

Kindly find attached the liquidation report. The blank fields pertain to Punjab and Delhi, that are closed today due to the last phase of erections.

I realized this goofup only when my colleague started laughing and she laughed so much that almost everyone in the department gathered around us to see what had happened. But like I told you God exists. My boss’ mailbox was full and this awesomely worded mail couldnt get delievered.

 I love you God! Mwah!!!