I have been tagged, by Suyog. It is called the Weird tag, and I am supposed to write 5 weird things about myself. I wonder, "How many normal things do I do?". But well, nevertheless, I must dish out these details, without going into those areas of my personal life which would make you projectile vomit. Yeah, only the mediumly weird things will be said, and the hardcore stuff will be omitted ;) . They are available on request via email, and at my discretion.
So, to begin with, you must never have noticed that my first name is an anagram of 'A STUPID'. :) So, even though Tom Marvolo Riddle becomes Lord Voldemort, I am stuck with this one... such are the ironies of nature. If you analyse the striking similarity further, see that Tom grew up to become He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. So, ... umm... I think I should stop here. God bless my friends who never discovered this one! I would have had a whale of a time if one of my friends had any such interesting anagrams ;)
Next, I eat grass. Yep, don't smoke... just eat it. And not that grass (*nudge-nudge, wink-wink*). Actually, if you don't have a lawnmower, you can probably leave me locked outside your house without any dinner, and the next morning you'll find your lawn sparkling clean! Ok.. just kidding... am not that good at polishing lawns, but I am of some help.
This is a bit related, but you will have to bear with me. I eat things off the floor. Well, not just things that have dropped, but if I am eating while I squat on the floor and there happens to be a little no space left for a couple of chapatis, I'd gladly put them down on the floor and munch them on later. Yes, you can stop that ewww on your face... I told you, this was just the medium things... the hardcore stuff is censored ;)
Now, since we have talked about food, lets talk about sleep. I sleep on my belly ; umm... it looks more like a pot these days... but that is not weird. Yes, you read it right, fatso! Anyway, people seem to find this very very weird, but I just can't doze off without that. Face at an angle on the pillow, hands under face (well, at least above shoulders) and the rest of the body straight as a trunk. Thats how I sleep. Yes, go shoot yourself over that! :)
Now, the final abnormality (in the medium range, that is) is the fact that I am going to leave a well-paying job while already onsite to slog out for at least 6 years of more study. You know, I am one of those people who took what they taught at school seriously. I just don't find it cool to write in my profile description that I am a no-brainer idiot rambling off on this free space (although that is precisely what I am doing)... just can't accept it. I don't accept how things are normally... always want to tweak them around. I can't be normal... I am absurdity redefined!
Ok, now for the people whose weird traits I have decided to make public, I tag
So, what do you think?
Friday, June 23, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
All the good things
Introspective post alert: don't blame me after you've finished reading this.
When I was in the final days of my first year at college, a final year senior gave to me what was his slam book. I had never seen one before, and duly filled in every section until I came to the section that said, "Write what you think about me". This was kind-of bizzare... and I turned to the other pages of the slam book to see what others had written. As I expected, there were messages like 'I will always remember you as the cheerful person', 'You will shine wherever you go', and stuff like that. I would have rather chosen to remain neutral, but I settled for good wishes for your future, etc.
Things did not change much after I went into more senior years, because I knew more and more people then. People who I had hardly interacted with came with or passed their slambooks to me (and everyone else), and you had to fill in all the details all over again. And the worst part invariably was when I had to write something about them. For the people I knew, it wasn't much of a problem. I knew what to write and fill in. For others, it was a problem... because I would have rather chosen to remain neutral than to write "All the good things".
In my final year, therefore, I decided not to go for a slam book. Some people had actually asked me about mine... and I had just replied that I don't need one. Just a quizzical look on their faces, and that was the end of it. I however, duly filled in everyone's slam book as and when they were passed to me. Not just those I hardly knew, but also for those people I knew. Unfortunately, it is difficult even now: I find it difficult to express even now why I did not like to write in their slam books --- people with whom I hung out, studied, lived together, etc. Giving out contact numbers, email ids, etc were ok, but not trying to tell them how good they were or anything... the further problem being that if I wrote in one of their books, the others would take notice and ask me to fill in theirs as well.
This still persists with me on Orkut. When adding a new friend, I always choose the level 3 or the default level in the yellow zone. I don't change it, not for anybody. Similarly, I am not there on anyone's fan list, and do not grade people to be sexy or trustworthy or cool. I know what my friends are, and they are worth more than what I can express on a slam book or by rating them on Orkut --- and the people close to me understand this (thankfully).
Yes, I know that this is bizzare and that I must be sounding obsessed or something... but that is how I perceive things. I feel it undermines the friendship to rate someone, or to write about him/her in their own slambooks. Sorry junta, I just don't like doing it.
P.S.- On a different note, look at the google ads surrounding the post below this one: Catch a cheating husband, detective agencies for cheating spouses, how to survive infidelity, duh!
When I was in the final days of my first year at college, a final year senior gave to me what was his slam book. I had never seen one before, and duly filled in every section until I came to the section that said, "Write what you think about me". This was kind-of bizzare... and I turned to the other pages of the slam book to see what others had written. As I expected, there were messages like 'I will always remember you as the cheerful person', 'You will shine wherever you go', and stuff like that. I would have rather chosen to remain neutral, but I settled for good wishes for your future, etc.
Things did not change much after I went into more senior years, because I knew more and more people then. People who I had hardly interacted with came with or passed their slambooks to me (and everyone else), and you had to fill in all the details all over again. And the worst part invariably was when I had to write something about them. For the people I knew, it wasn't much of a problem. I knew what to write and fill in. For others, it was a problem... because I would have rather chosen to remain neutral than to write "All the good things".
In my final year, therefore, I decided not to go for a slam book. Some people had actually asked me about mine... and I had just replied that I don't need one. Just a quizzical look on their faces, and that was the end of it. I however, duly filled in everyone's slam book as and when they were passed to me. Not just those I hardly knew, but also for those people I knew. Unfortunately, it is difficult even now: I find it difficult to express even now why I did not like to write in their slam books --- people with whom I hung out, studied, lived together, etc. Giving out contact numbers, email ids, etc were ok, but not trying to tell them how good they were or anything... the further problem being that if I wrote in one of their books, the others would take notice and ask me to fill in theirs as well.
This still persists with me on Orkut. When adding a new friend, I always choose the level 3 or the default level in the yellow zone. I don't change it, not for anybody. Similarly, I am not there on anyone's fan list, and do not grade people to be sexy or trustworthy or cool. I know what my friends are, and they are worth more than what I can express on a slam book or by rating them on Orkut --- and the people close to me understand this (thankfully).
Yes, I know that this is bizzare and that I must be sounding obsessed or something... but that is how I perceive things. I feel it undermines the friendship to rate someone, or to write about him/her in their own slambooks. Sorry junta, I just don't like doing it.
P.S.- On a different note, look at the google ads surrounding the post below this one: Catch a cheating husband, detective agencies for cheating spouses, how to survive infidelity, duh!
Friday, June 09, 2006
Hell hath no fury...
... like a woman scorned. To be precise, like a girl who has just been told why she is not good wife-y material. Let me explain:
I was having this chat conversation about a couple of days ago with a girl. Ok, once you are done with your smirk, raised eyebrows and cheeky smiles, read ahead. The conversation drifted to her life and why arranged marriages spoilt the charm that love marriages seem to have. Arranged marriages, it seemed to her, were just like going to a market and buying vegetables --- the romantic magic disappeared. She was unhappy that she had still not been swept off her feet permanently [read that line again, 'permanently']. So, after some time, she asked me, "Why do you think I may not be good 'wifey' material for you ?".
The conversation went as follows:
Her: Why do you think I may not be good 'wifey' material for you?
Me: I haven't actually given it a thought
Her: Don't tell me! Anyway, think and tell me now
Me: I haven't really thought.... But well, in that case, I will have to think of the negative qualities you have and then decide. As for example, for a start....
Naah, I'm not telling you what 3 crazy reasons I could tell her off my head at the moment. In fact, one of them turned out to be a good reason to marry her after some consideration. But well, that was not the point. Listen on to what followed after that
Her: That was hilarious!!
Me: Yeah, but make sure the guy you marry does not discover the two things I mentioned right now. As soon as you find him, rush him to the altar, and get married! Let the poor guy find out later on :))
Her: Man, you have made a big dent in my ego by telling all those things.
Me: Uh-oh, you asked for it!
After some time it appeared that what was said in jest had hurt her in some miniscule way. Now, that called for some consolation. So, I proceeded about the task like this:
Me: Ok, ok, just to settle scores, tell me some reasons why I may not be good husband/bf material for you or anybody else.
Her: Naa re... who says so! You will be great husband/bf material
Me: You sure? You are losing a great chance here
Her: Ahh... what am I saying! No, there are reasons why you will not be good husband material
Me: Like?
Her: Well, first of all, you are going to get a PhD. And I don't want a mad PhD for my husband.
[I had a good laugh at this one]
Me: Hmm... looks like that can't be helped. Go on
Her: Then, you are too kat-khotta, too cold and practical at times
[That, actually, has some truth to it. I mean, I have been told that by different people at different times. Given a choice between 2 hours of romantic whispering and gup-shup with a girl, and 2 hours of full-fledged banter and leg-pulling with her, the second one is an almost obvious choice for me]
Me: That is actually true to some extent. Go ahead!
Her: Then, you don't praise me a lot
Me: Huh? What has that got anything to do with being a boyfriend or a husband?
Her: No, you have to make the other person feel special and important.
[Now this was an important lesson learnt. I do really reserve comments and when I do praise people, it is from the heart. But well, lets see if things can improve a bit ;) ]
Me: Well, ok, thats news for me...
Her: Finally, you are from the RK Mission. And I have known that people from these places are the religious type. I don't want to be stuck with someone like that
This last one sent me thinking. I questioned myself: how religious am I? Or, for that matter, how exactly do I define the term, 'religious'? I am actually proud of the fact that I have been exposed to religious ceremonies, japas and meditation and stuff. I proudly wear my sacred thread around my torso. But then I realised what she meant. She hated the types that would make everybody around them fast because he was fasting. The type of men who would scream sacrilege if you happen to touch them when they have just bathed. I am not that type... religion is important to me, but humans come first for me and then the idols or the Ones they represent.
Anyway, the conversation went on for some time after that. I had not been able to answer that religious question suitably then, but I hope that this one is now answered. But the reason behind this post is not that -- that is a secondary reason. The primary reason is to ask you readers to conjecture what two crazy reasons might have goaded her into this tirade of attack against me. :)
I was having this chat conversation about a couple of days ago with a girl. Ok, once you are done with your smirk, raised eyebrows and cheeky smiles, read ahead. The conversation drifted to her life and why arranged marriages spoilt the charm that love marriages seem to have. Arranged marriages, it seemed to her, were just like going to a market and buying vegetables --- the romantic magic disappeared. She was unhappy that she had still not been swept off her feet permanently [read that line again, 'permanently']. So, after some time, she asked me, "Why do you think I may not be good 'wifey' material for you ?".
The conversation went as follows:
Her: Why do you think I may not be good 'wifey' material for you?
Me: I haven't actually given it a thought
Her: Don't tell me! Anyway, think and tell me now
Me: I haven't really thought.... But well, in that case, I will have to think of the negative qualities you have and then decide. As for example, for a start....
Naah, I'm not telling you what 3 crazy reasons I could tell her off my head at the moment. In fact, one of them turned out to be a good reason to marry her after some consideration. But well, that was not the point. Listen on to what followed after that
Her: That was hilarious!!
Me: Yeah, but make sure the guy you marry does not discover the two things I mentioned right now. As soon as you find him, rush him to the altar, and get married! Let the poor guy find out later on :))
Her: Man, you have made a big dent in my ego by telling all those things.
Me: Uh-oh, you asked for it!
After some time it appeared that what was said in jest had hurt her in some miniscule way. Now, that called for some consolation. So, I proceeded about the task like this:
Me: Ok, ok, just to settle scores, tell me some reasons why I may not be good husband/bf material for you or anybody else.
Her: Naa re... who says so! You will be great husband/bf material
Me: You sure? You are losing a great chance here
Her: Ahh... what am I saying! No, there are reasons why you will not be good husband material
Me: Like?
Her: Well, first of all, you are going to get a PhD. And I don't want a mad PhD for my husband.
[I had a good laugh at this one]
Me: Hmm... looks like that can't be helped. Go on
Her: Then, you are too kat-khotta, too cold and practical at times
[That, actually, has some truth to it. I mean, I have been told that by different people at different times. Given a choice between 2 hours of romantic whispering and gup-shup with a girl, and 2 hours of full-fledged banter and leg-pulling with her, the second one is an almost obvious choice for me]
Me: That is actually true to some extent. Go ahead!
Her: Then, you don't praise me a lot
Me: Huh? What has that got anything to do with being a boyfriend or a husband?
Her: No, you have to make the other person feel special and important.
[Now this was an important lesson learnt. I do really reserve comments and when I do praise people, it is from the heart. But well, lets see if things can improve a bit ;) ]
Me: Well, ok, thats news for me...
Her: Finally, you are from the RK Mission. And I have known that people from these places are the religious type. I don't want to be stuck with someone like that
This last one sent me thinking. I questioned myself: how religious am I? Or, for that matter, how exactly do I define the term, 'religious'? I am actually proud of the fact that I have been exposed to religious ceremonies, japas and meditation and stuff. I proudly wear my sacred thread around my torso. But then I realised what she meant. She hated the types that would make everybody around them fast because he was fasting. The type of men who would scream sacrilege if you happen to touch them when they have just bathed. I am not that type... religion is important to me, but humans come first for me and then the idols or the Ones they represent.
Anyway, the conversation went on for some time after that. I had not been able to answer that religious question suitably then, but I hope that this one is now answered. But the reason behind this post is not that -- that is a secondary reason. The primary reason is to ask you readers to conjecture what two crazy reasons might have goaded her into this tirade of attack against me. :)
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