Bitch. I hate people who (you know it’s going to be a great post when it starts with a phrase like that) say one thing and do another. I mean seriously. What’s up your lying ass? Add a dash of superiority complex to that and congratulations, you’ve officially become the most irritating person on my … Continue reading »
Posted in June 2010 …
Wormhole.
People ask you a lot about the amount of change after you get married. Do you get wiser or happier or sadder or what? What changes after marriage? What changes after kids? Do you become a different person? How does the lifestyle change affect you and who you are? My answer hadn’t been that formed … Continue reading »
Ye Toh Hota Hai.
My brain has turned into mush. Lack of sleep and calculating Jibran’s potty and feed timings and frequencies have done that to me. It’s a vicious, vicious cycle. He dozes off at ten pm and wakes up at three in the morning and keeps waking up after every 1 hour or so and by six … Continue reading »
Ban the Ban.
I recently received a message by a group on Facebook telling me that they were canceling their account in light of the “Draw Muhammad” controversy. Apart from the fact that the light dawned upon them way past May 31st, something else about that message frustrated me, much like the entire campaign that zealots ensured all … Continue reading »
A hindi movie super-lol moment of the day.
(Occurred after randomly flipping channels.) Enter a young Anil Kapoor, with obvious white streaks in hair. Rekha, his wife, tells him she has harbored a fugitive (a young woman) in the dead of the night. Turns out that femme fugitive wants to marry Anil Kapoor’s brother. Enter shakti kapoor, with obvious wig, yelling and screaming … Continue reading »
Therein lies the dilemma.
I really don’t know why my self-image has been so tied to public opinion lately. Being a child, I remember being impervious to slander, to criticism, to harsh words that were only borne through malice. I don’t know what happened – but as I grew up, I began taking the world … Seriously. And that … Continue reading »
Major General Warki.
That’s right. That’s what I call my maid. I pay her 200 dollars a month to work for me (lately, I’ve been all about the numbers and the dollars, haven’t I? More on that later) and more often than not it seems she’s doing me and my future generations a favor by running my house. … Continue reading »
