B-Log

This is what he would be doing on earth… sitting in a parking ticket booth. Probably that’s what happens in heaven too :)

(Taken with my mobile phone camera. Wasn’t carrying my camera that day sadly!)

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*

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 ;)

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?

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