B-Log

It feels so free. It was my last day at work yesterday. Tomorrow is my farewell party :) (free food! yay!)

Just counting days till I leave from this place. The last week has been somewhat turbulent and brought plenty of revelations. I’m glad it happened, since the time was just right.

Now I’m jobless… Literally! :)
Would be working on my website. Should be up very soon!

Other than that there are no updates :)

A million key presses and a number of computerised apologies for the delay in answering my call, and this is what I get…

Me: My internet connection keeps getting disconnected every 2mins or so, all by itself. And at other times it doesn’t connect at all. Could you please help me fix it?
ISP Tech Support Agent: There might be a virus attack. Please log onto our website and download the free update.
Me: I would if it lets me connect!
ISP TSA: Yes ma’am. That’s correct. You have to download it from the website.
Me: Listen to me again! You’re saying I need to download this update from your website to get my connection running. Don’t you think it’s kind of impossible to do it when your connection ain’t running at all?
ISP TSA: Oh well. That’s right ma’am.
Me: Well, then what should I do?
ISP TSA: I don’t know ma’am.
Me: Try looking for another job! Thank you for wasting my time. B’bye!

As I read somewhere, “Call centers main aim is to withhold the information you need the most”. *sigh*

Alrite! I’m too lazy and have been sneezing the entire day.
This ain’t really a monster but I thought would be fun posting it… The monster trapped inside a woman.

Was working on this character sometime back. Gave it up midway as usual :)

They’re quite used to the song and dance routine in Bollywood movies by now. No longer do my non-desi friends try to reason out the sudden synchronised pelvic thrusting movements of hundreds of people, who just happened to wear the same thing that day.

The problem actually comes when you get down to translating the songs. And it’s only then that I realised how different the songs are. They’ve glorified every single woman’s ornament that they could find… or may be even create. From top to bottom, everything has been sung about. And not just as objects, but beings.

My friends cannot understand this fascination of Hindi cinema with, say, bangles or ear-rings. And why do they sing at lenghths about it. But I guess it has something to do with our culture. Is it because we have too many of those things or because we give it too much importance?

Well whatever it is, this orna-mental music ain’t that bad ;)