I have a history of lashing out at people who disseminate unsubstantiated information, you know stuff like ‘tulsi’ prevents aids kind of stuff. Lately though, I have stopped rising to the bait. I can still feel the lava rise inside, but it only bubbles momentarily. It is only a matter of time before that thing inside becomes dormant. The reason could be that I have developed the understanding that not all have had the advantages as me when it comes to education, reasoning etc, and that I have matured into a better person or simply that i am now married.
I cant help feeling bad for the guy. Imagine being in his boots for a moment – he is one of the most talented players of all times, works his socks off, a model professional, scores and assists as many as possible for both club(helps them win the league) and country(takes them to the semis of the euros, where they are beaten by eventual champions on penalties) and all that isnt good enough to be acknowledged as the best player in the world – for four years running. Imagine that.
.. or just minor accidents for those without an inclination for exaggeration and melodrama.
A few days back I was riding my bike over the Liberty bridge when suddenly a kaataadi maanja decided to wrap itself around my neck. Thankfully I was riding at a ‘septuagenarian-sauntering-around-the-park’ pace and so I could stop the vehicle, carefully untangle the string and go about my business without much fuss.
Now I lead a very banal, risk free, no adventure life and this is as much close to near death experience that I will have and the first thought that came to my mind was – ‘boy, i really should have taken that term insurance policy’.
Now I couldnt be more wrong about not having enough near death experiences and the very next day i rammed my bike into an auto and my head in that auto’s rear. Thankfully, again, I was driving slow and wearing a helmet and escaped with minor bruises. Once again the thought of not having enough insurance walked into my mind.
I cant help but feel The Supreme Being has started working as a part time LIC agent and is conniving with Fate to push me into getting a term policy. And I am starting to get worried, not about death as much as about leaving without giving my family in a decent position in case I am forced to move on. Oh well.. I better get that term insurance before facing the next near death experience.
I just prefaced an online argument defending Apple products with the words “I am not an apple fanboy… “, as soon as I hit the send button, I realised that I had turned into one. The argument was about how Apple was milking users by introducing a version that had minimal changes in comparison to the previous version – the whole accusation was bollocks and having tried to make a case for it once in facebook I am in no mood to do it again here. What really bugs me is people criticising something without even experiencing it – look at all the Justin Bieber, Twilight haters – the number of haters massively outnumber folks who have actually listened/read Bieber/Twilight. The same happens with Apple too… iPhone5 hasnt even hit the streets and already the naysayers are out with their pitchforks. Its sadistic – its like people want to munch popcorn while watching Apple fail. I suppose it is fashionable to hate the popular thing – regardless of whether it deserves the hate.
Anyway, I cannot help but marvel at the fact that making calls is just one little thing that i can do on my phone. And this struck me as an amazing only on my iPhone, I was using an Android device – I was rebooting it so often that I rarely had any time to sit back and marvel at its beauty or lack of. To reiterate, in case any of you missed it, iPhone rocks and I am in love with it. Screw all the haters.
I love it, it is by far the best gadget I have ever owned. I could go on and on about its usefulness but nothing I say would come close to actually using it in everyday life. And I dont even use any of the fancy apps or games that are famous. Flipboard, Readability, iBooks and Kindle – these apps alone take up all the time I have. If you are reading this, chances are you are well enough to afford one. Go out there and get the device, I bet you would love it even if you, like me, arent a gadget freak.
The D-Day is just a week away. I was a tad vetti at work last friday, with my entire team off to Munnar and just a few folks left behind, and decided to do something fun and came up with this.
I thought of sending this to Facebook friends as an alternative invite, but then it seems a bit over the top. Anyway, couldn’t let it sit in my machine and wanted to share it.
I love reading Vonnegut and hate him just as much. Reading Vonnegut is like taking tequila shots, its wonderful at the time but leaves you with a bloody awful hangover the next day*. Time and time again he reminds me that all my pretentious verbiage isn’t needed to say what I have to say. He conveys a thought with minimum fuss. Someday I will mature to that point.
Mother Night, as his other works talks about war and how the line dividing the good and the bad is not a line but more of a foggy, smoggy mid-january Delhi morning. The novel is dark, funny, gut-wrenchingly depressing and I am staying away from Vonnegut for some time just so he doesn’t trample on my chicken-heart.
I am off to reading something light, maybe Pratchett or Douglas Adams.
*Disclaimer: i have never drunk tequila, just in case soon-to-be-SO is reading this 😉