B-Log

With a name like Sunrise travels you would expect the employees to be all smiley and chirpy, but alas… seemed like they werent really, what you would call… morning people! Grumpy, sloppy and extremely lazy.

It’s said that people’s name affect their personality. My name and I surely go hand in hand. Absolutely emotional!

Wonder what would’ve happened if I had a different name… Like Phoolan Devi or something?

Bought two books yesterday Collected Short Stories Vol 4 by W. Somerset Maugham & Freakonomics. Wanted to buy more but stopped myself. My current collection isn’t that big, but neither is it small enough for me to take it back to India. Giving these books away also is not an option for me… I’m too attached to them. Therefore, making any additions to it can cause a problem! :-/

Life outside work is kind of hectic. Days are just zapping by… and I’m happy they are!

Wife-beaters might be stylish. But only as a piece of clothing.

We often relate animal-like, ruthless behaviour with the uneducated, undeveloped part of the society and assume that the ‘high-class’ and ’sophisticated’ part of it are God-sent angels who never indulge themselves in such things. We think that poor and financially dependent women have to accept being physically tortured by their partners, since they cannot feed their families without the man or have no place to go. Whereas, if a woman of today, modern, educated and well aware of her rights, is met with such a treatment, she will surely raise a voice against it.

But why can’t I see it happening? Why are these women still taking all this? All these women who claim to be liberated and independent. Am I missing something here? Howcome a poor illiterate woman, like my maid back home, could leave her abusive husband and manage to take care of her four daughters rather wonderfully, when all these other women say… ‘Oh! But he loves me!’

Nobody has the right to torture you mentally, emotionally or physically… in the name of love, marriage, or any god damn thing in the world.

I find it very difficult to respect people who cannot respect themselves.

Fall head over heels just to fall flat on your face.
Break free just to breakdown.
Live just to die.

Is it always good to know the end before you begin?

Had made this illustration a little more than a month back, when I miserably failed to paint it on paper.

Garfu, the kind-hearted but extremely busy soul finally found time to meet up today. She even treated me to a hot chocolate to put me to sleep, so that she could walk off whenever she got bored of listening to me snore. But sadly, her apple cinnamon muffin kept her busy and she paid no attention to my sweet snorty noises. In between I talked in my sleep and mumbled some not so pleasant things about the world and a few specific people. I think she also gave up the muffin for a while and reciprocated with equally mean words about her workplace and people there. We found out time to bitch in the midst of all this! Can you believe it? No? Okay read on then…

Finally I wake up and she finishes her muffin and we realise that the comfy couch isn’t big enough for the both of us. So the duel for it had to be carried out in an open space. We got up to proceed and just then a voice comes from behind… “Hey B!!! What are you doing here?” Now these are the situations where I think plastic surgeries come handy, ‘coz otherwise the only option for me would be to evaporate that very second and there and never come back. All this while I had been mumbling not so nice things about this very same person. And I even doged her and made some excuses to get her off my back. I think I should blame it all on Garfu. But then she has already decided that she will be blaming me for everything that goes wrong with her this month.. Kindda an inaugaration ceremony for the term “becauseofb”. I don’t mind as long as it is for free :-P