A little rat. Scurrying around the house, nibbling whatever it can lay its two front teeth on. Never finishing off what it started, the size of the find far exceeding its capacity. Never going back to finish either, because who wants to eat rat-bitten stuff? Until it begins to see the waste. If only food came in smaller portions, it sighs.
So i went and bought me a book on short stories. Called (ironically enough, no wait, i'm not sure this is irony. Strangely enough? Coincidentally? Inappropriately? Ahh, i think i'll go with that) The Cats Pyjamas.
One short story later. I dont think i've got the hang of reading short stories. I keep expecting the last sentence to deliver some kind of a punch. To go with a bang, not to fade slowly into the sunset.
Monday, December 29, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
I twitter on my blog
(because no one reads my twitter. Not even me.)
All you need to get lost in the web is a starting point.
What if you are not suitable for the kind of life you want? NSFL. Heh.
What is it with bookstores keeping the sci-fi section next to the romance section? <An aaha! moment later> Are both meant for dreamers? For people who want an escape from reality?
Its a good thing credit card companies consider me not stable enough for a card. With Wikipedia asking for support, what other excuse do i have for not extending some?
Somedays at work make you feel like the Kitty to a brilliant Karamchand.
There is a comfort in seeing poeple online on weekends. Hum panchi ek daal ke kind of comfort.
They are sharing a drink called lonliness,
but its better than drinking alone
Oh la la la ...
You miss the ones who arent green, even if you never talk to them when they are. You begin to wonder, did they finally get a life?
All you need to get lost in the web is a starting point.
What if you are not suitable for the kind of life you want? NSFL. Heh.
What is it with bookstores keeping the sci-fi section next to the romance section? <An aaha! moment later> Are both meant for dreamers? For people who want an escape from reality?
Its a good thing credit card companies consider me not stable enough for a card. With Wikipedia asking for support, what other excuse do i have for not extending some?
Somedays at work make you feel like the Kitty to a brilliant Karamchand.
There is a comfort in seeing poeple online on weekends. Hum panchi ek daal ke kind of comfort.
They are sharing a drink called lonliness,
but its better than drinking alone
Oh la la la ...
You miss the ones who arent green, even if you never talk to them when they are. You begin to wonder, did they finally get a life?
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Still on TV
<rant> It is starting to look like i've found a cause. I am apparently the person who raises her voice against Incorrect Portrayal of Indians on American Television. TBBT is the latest series to evoke my wrath. Dont get me wrong. I have nothing against them introducing Rajesh Koothrappali as a caricature Indian and making the usual jokes about over population and arranged marriages. (Was there a one on us being cheap?) I even laugh when they are funny. What gets to me is the little details that they mess up. If I were to assign marks to the following based on their likelihood,
I realize its a comedy show. I realize these small inconsistencies do not take away anything from the enjoyment for most people watching the show. I do not believe everyone in the world should know their India basics (I was surprised at all the indignation flowing when years ago George Bush, while running for President, didnt know who the Indian PM was. Why should he?). But for people who care enough to hire people especially to get the physics right, who plan to have an actual problem being solved on Sheldon's board through the season, why overlook such tiny things that any Indian over the age of 10 will laugh at? </rant>
With that out of my system, i shall now get to drooling over the series. Great fun! And very very precious, now that i'm out of fresh stock for almost everything i watch. One joke that redeemed the arranged marriage episode for me:
(Raj is over at Leonard and Sheldon's place, voice chatting with his parents)
Papa: If you decide on a spring wedding, we can avoid the monsoon season
Raj: Spring Wedding!
Mummy: Its up to you, we dont want to meddle
Raj: If you dont want to meddle then why are you medding?
Sheldon: If i may, you parents probably dont consider this meddling. While arranged marriages are no longer the norm, Indian parents continue to have a greater than average involvement in their children's love lives.
Raj: (irritated) Why are you telling me about my own culture?
Sheldon: Because... you seem confused.
Touche.
- Rajesh Koothrappali is from Delhi
- Rajesh Koothrappali calls his parents mummy and papa in what i understand to be a North Indian accent
- Rajesh Koothrappali's parents live in Delhi but pronounce Punjab an PUnjab
- Rajesh Koothrappali's parents are trying to arrange his marriage with a nice PUnjabi girl called Lalita Gupta
I realize its a comedy show. I realize these small inconsistencies do not take away anything from the enjoyment for most people watching the show. I do not believe everyone in the world should know their India basics (I was surprised at all the indignation flowing when years ago George Bush, while running for President, didnt know who the Indian PM was. Why should he?). But for people who care enough to hire people especially to get the physics right, who plan to have an actual problem being solved on Sheldon's board through the season, why overlook such tiny things that any Indian over the age of 10 will laugh at? </rant>
With that out of my system, i shall now get to drooling over the series. Great fun! And very very precious, now that i'm out of fresh stock for almost everything i watch. One joke that redeemed the arranged marriage episode for me:
(Raj is over at Leonard and Sheldon's place, voice chatting with his parents)
Papa: If you decide on a spring wedding, we can avoid the monsoon season
Raj: Spring Wedding!
Mummy: Its up to you, we dont want to meddle
Raj: If you dont want to meddle then why are you medding?
Sheldon: If i may, you parents probably dont consider this meddling. While arranged marriages are no longer the norm, Indian parents continue to have a greater than average involvement in their children's love lives.
Raj: (irritated) Why are you telling me about my own culture?
Sheldon: Because... you seem confused.
Touche.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Be Right Back
Three posts in the drafting stage. Not one i can sit with long enough to finish.
So many "good" movies i ought to watch, but 3 hours of undivided attention is asking for too much of someone as bloated up as i am on a diet of 20 and 45 minute TV shows.
Books i guess are the worst hit. I still religiously go to the library, see stuff i would have liked in another lifetime, and get it home. Only to return it unopened. And mostly late. Other than a P.G Wodehouse or a Terry Pratchett, there is no other book i can reasonably guarantee i'll even open.
People i havent called up in an unforgiveably long time.
Places i have declined to go to.
I can of course blame it all on work. On the tending towards insane hours, on being called on holidays and weekends. But i know its more than that. Its like someone injected me with a giant syringe full of indifference. It is slowly spreading all over, and one by one the systems are shutting down. (Yes, too much medical drama in my diet). The only functions that are untouched yet are work, TV and strangely enough, the gym.
Now that most TV shows are on an unscheduled (and in my humble opinion illegal) break, the silver lining seeker in me hopes some of the above will rush in to fill the vaccum created.
On the other hand, i have been known to say BRB when i actually mean GTG.
So many "good" movies i ought to watch, but 3 hours of undivided attention is asking for too much of someone as bloated up as i am on a diet of 20 and 45 minute TV shows.
Books i guess are the worst hit. I still religiously go to the library, see stuff i would have liked in another lifetime, and get it home. Only to return it unopened. And mostly late. Other than a P.G Wodehouse or a Terry Pratchett, there is no other book i can reasonably guarantee i'll even open.
People i havent called up in an unforgiveably long time.
Places i have declined to go to.
I can of course blame it all on work. On the tending towards insane hours, on being called on holidays and weekends. But i know its more than that. Its like someone injected me with a giant syringe full of indifference. It is slowly spreading all over, and one by one the systems are shutting down. (Yes, too much medical drama in my diet). The only functions that are untouched yet are work, TV and strangely enough, the gym.
Now that most TV shows are on an unscheduled (and in my humble opinion illegal) break, the silver lining seeker in me hopes some of the above will rush in to fill the vaccum created.
On the other hand, i have been known to say BRB when i actually mean GTG.
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