Showing posts with label Close Encounters of the Weird Kind. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Close Encounters of the Weird Kind. Show all posts

Thursday, October 24, 2013

A Conversation with a Religious Fanatic

I happened to have this conversation with a professor who works in my University back in India. I was hoping to have a mature conversation on freedom of expression. To my surprise, I happened to experience, something, I thought I should share. The persona of hate and irrationality fuelled by Religious Dogma embodied by this cantankerous professor (to my grave surprise). I do not blame him (I do blame the environment he might have been brought up in) but I certainly am very disappointed that people continue to impede societal progress with such narrowminded convictions and more importantly such people find a place in teaching institutions, where the future of our nation is shaped. Bear with me through the whole conversation and you will definitely understand my concern and, hopefully, empathise
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Thursday, May 20, 2010

The She that Wanted to Be - II

"Hey! .. How was your day?" She asked.
"Quite hectic. With the marriage nearing, I couldn't ask for more."
"Mine's been hectic too."

I knew she was gonna say that. After spending years trying to get to know her, i could not make the mistake of misjudgment.

My day was hectic, so was hers. Mine was damn bad, so was hers. I had a huge friend's circle, she had an even bigger one. So she thought.

"So, A long weekend comin' your way.. big plans?"
"yep. I want to learn 4 languages. I want to learn to play the piano. And I want to draw my own caricature on a big paper." she said.

A long weekend is usually 3 days. Not a lifetime.

"Great. So, when do you plan to start?"
"Tomorrow. Today, has been hectic!"
"What!? you don't even work!"
"Its been hard.."
"To whhat?"
"To find a mystery egg."

I took out a gun and shot her. No. I wanted to do that... But she would have mauled me in the afterlife.
I just laughed while sulking.

Ban farmville. Get a life.


Thursday, January 07, 2010

Neology Therapy

Hi,
This is a mail that I received recently and after reading it, I couldn't resist sharing it here. This is solely borrowed and not my work and trust me, it's worth reading every word of it. Enjoy!

Neologisms...

Once again, The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly neologisms, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.

The winners are:

1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.

3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.

4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.

6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.

7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.

8. Gargoyle (n.), olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence (n.), emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.

11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.

12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

13. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.

14. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.

15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

16. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.


The Washington Post's Style Invitational also asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition.

Here are this year's winners:

1. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

2. Foreploy (v): Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

3. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

4. Giraffiti (n): Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

5. Sarchasm (n): The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

6. Inoculatte (v): To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

7. Hipatitis (n): Terminal coolness.

8. Osteopornosis (n): A degenerate disease.

9. Karmageddon (n): Its like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

10. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

11. Glibido (v): All talk and no action.

12. Dopeler effect (n): The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

13. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

14. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

15. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating.

And the pick of the literature:

16 . Ignoranus (n): A person who's both stupid and an asshole

Friday, November 20, 2009

Spit Happens

This happened on my recent visit to Chennai. And i'm kind of vouching that this happens only in India.

Yeah.. Like you've travelled to every other part of the world
Thanks Evil bugger... all the support I need!
And what's with the title?
For god's sake have some patience!
For all what's worth your rambling, i need a genie to grant me some
Again, thanks!
Go on!

Anyway, I got into an autorickshaw
Me: I want to go to the Lemon tree building, opposite the..
Driver: 250 Rupees saar..

Dude, I havent even told you the entire destination location yet!
It was like a kind of a reflex.

Me: opposite that police station, chetpet?
driver: Oh andhaandaya (roughly translated into "Oh, there!") , appo..mmm... 200 rupees saar..

Man! where do you have your account in? the Swiss bank?

As usual, like every other indian would do, i started bargaining and brought the fee down to 150. I know i've been cheated. Dont say it.

Evil twin: Ha ha ha! Not the first time bud
Me: I said! DON'T SAY IT!

I got into the autorickshaw and off we went.
Traffic Signal 1. The driver looked to his side and spit a huge blob of his saliva on the road...

Man! Yuck!

... and gave a reaction like he had escaped from alcatraz.

Frankly speaking, that reaction should have been given by that sorry spit that was fortunate enough to have escaped from his pan filled filthy factory producing stinky secrete.

Anyway.. i ignored what happened like I never saw it and like the other people on the road with a smirking face pretending nothing happened.

Signal 2. The guy looked down to his left and spit again.

Hello!? Don't you swallow your own saliva!? Is it poisonous? No? let me guess... Radioactive?

I thought the poor guy didnt know his way back and hence was making his mark so He could find his way back a'la Hercules Vs. Minotaur.

Now thats what I call a literal herculian comparison!

Ahh wait!.. I forgot to describe the post-action. Immediately after he spit, he took a cloth and cleaned his windshield.

Dude! You spit on the road! You ought to be cleaning not your windshield!

spitting, I guess, has become more of human secretion rather than a voluntary or a cult action.

Its not worth contemplating anyway...

Finally, i reached my destination. I took a couple of seconds before I could get down and you know why. I didnt want the driver's filthy sloppy projectile to have its bull's eye on my ankle. And yes, he spit and then I got down and paid him instead of paying him back. I paid him cash. The lumpsome he had robbed off me.

I was happy and walked cheerful towards work because all that could go wrong had already happened during my "delightful" journey.

Is that it!? Is that your post!? Oh genie! please grant me deaf ears instead of good patience!
I guess I made a point... ?
really? arrkkhh.. thooooo...
well... ahem... spit happens... I guess.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Along came Doggy

Well well well… Hello blog! I’m your master and I command thee to rise once again! From your eternal slumber!

You’re neither the sleeping beauty nor am I going to kiss you to wake up. That’s like the last thing I want to do. Look like some moron kissing the screen and talking to a non-responsive webpage. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I do, so dearly I do.

Up! Up! Up! Ah… well… what’s the point…

I had recently gone to Chennai to visit my sister and my friend. We went to all the places we could despite the threat of swine flu in some places.

Bit of daredevil-ish, aren’t we?

No. Shut up.

Well, I’ll save this for another day (or never). Anyway, I have recently developed a liking insatiable for dogs especially after I watched Marley and Me. I’ve always wanted one but haven’t had the opportunity due to several constraints. The three of us were walking on the road less crowded with shady trees on both the sides. It was a nice cloudy day with signs of rain leaving us with a hope that it might. I wished the road wouldn’t end. And the company too. It was just the three of us having a nice chat and catching up when we had an unexpected guest joining us.

No prizes for obvious guesses… I told you, I’m not a moron.

Ignore my evil twin. He tends to do that from time to time.

It was a dog. From the street. He was a white dog and had brown, innocent eyes as he was just looking at us. We gave him a straight look like how we would when react when we speak to a person for like a half an hour and then he asks us his name and we say Clark Kent. Thankfully a dog is devoid of such emotions and so we continued our trod. Along he came to our surprise. We had nothing to give (like always) and he didn’t seem to care. He seemed to enjoy the company though we spoke a different language. He didn’t care. We tried dodging him just to check if he was following us. He followed us. We had doubts about his loyalty. He didn’t care. He then suddenly took the lead. Now it was like we were following him. He didn’t care. So, we would play by suddenly taking a deviation from the normal road. He’d just turn around, look and then would come to the road we were in and then keep following us. Then we’d just stand still if he took the lead. He’d just turn around patiently and walk back to us. We made him wait. He didn’t care. Then we tried one final experiment to see whom he was following. So, I asked my sister to walk in the opposite direction while my friend and I walked in one. He followed us. Then I asked my friend to walk in the opposite direction and I kept walking. He followed me. I was ashamed I doubted his loyalty. He didn’t seem to care. So, we walked till we reached the main road and along he walked. I was elated that the dog liked me. I’m a dog person and the dog knew it!

Wait wait… it’s not over yet…

Shut up, evil twin!

We almost reached the main road leading to the beach when he saw another dog.

Tell them... tell them it was a female dog… tell them… tell them!

I WOULD if you stopped yellin' in my head!

Ahem… Yes, it was a female dog. He didn’t seem to care.

Liar!

Oh crap!

Okay! I almost thought he wouldn’t care… till he just sat, left a stinky, poopy mark on the road and left. Now he didn’t care. I stood there looking at him while he walked without a single backward glance.

Damn you… you non-… caring… dog!

Ha ha ha ha! Man! You are pathetic!

Shut up, evil twin! Go back to sleep!

He didn’t seem to care. Nor will he.

You meant me, didn’t you?

Either. Whatever.

We continued our trod, this time around checking out chicks, like proper men.

I still love dogs.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Loo-Dough!

Before I begin, a simple question that I want to put forth. What would be the questions, if any, that someone would ask themselves before deciding which restaurant to set foot on?

1. Is the restaurant good?
2. How different is the restaurant?
3. Quality of food.
4. Service.

I guess these would be the basic questions which were answered when I recently went to a restaurant close to where I work. The only thing- the answers were least like what I had expected them to be.

When I entered the gent’s restroom, I found out that it was quite spacious and housed a loo junction, 2 closets and guess what?...A pantry. Yes. A Pantry, in case the hotel has to cater for an extra hungry overgrown hulk who is the ambassador for promoting obesity.


The Testimony - Please click on the picture for an enlarged view



The door was closed but that didn’t stop my thoughts rushing through my brain like it was on fire. Speculations on whether the door led to a food factory aside. Being a normal guy, instead of venturing into the “friendly” neighboring door pantry, I just walked out, paid my bill and left.

Being a major aberration from reality- I had my questions answered.

1. Is the restaurant good?
I’ve never felt this stupid… till now.
2. How different is the restaurant?
Definitely not something that I will see in any other restaurant in the eons to come.
3. Quality of food?
Food… From?
4. Service.
Hmmm…It doesn't matter when we are served a smiling human head on a platter.