I couldnt believe my eyes when I read this on MTV’s tickr:
Sania’s track pants will make more news than Abhinav Bindra.
He will not get to feature in a single advertisement.
Harman Baweja will be more famous that Abhinav Bindra.
No girl with put up a poster of Abhinav Bindra in her room or even wallpaper on her desktop.
No one will recognize him on the streets.
His signature will never become an autograph.
So what if he won a Gold, Rohit Sharma will still make more money than Abhinav!
At best, RGV may approach Abhinav Bindra for a gangstar film.
And he wont pay him for it.
No one will come on iSuperstar and want to be Abhinav.
Big Boss will not invite him to his house.
Abhinav Bindra will become one of the officers in Khatron Ka Khiladi, at best.
The Abhinav Bindra Fan Club on Facebook has 43 members.
Thats probably two less than Tusshaar’s.
The sad part is that MTV wants to be so cool - it thinks making fun of a national hero is okay. I dont agree with this. Watch out, MTV - this is not one of your Roadies that you’re talking about.
This is a big deal and I for one was stupendously proud of the Indian National Anthem being played at the award ceremony. This is not a small achievement and we all know it.
The 25 year old has achieved what no one had before in the history of Indian Sports. He is India’s first individual Olympic gold medallist while the last gold for India was won by the hockey team in 1980.
He has done India proud and reading such tasteless jokes on MTV makes me ashamed of the media. For what its worth, his picture is now on my desktop.
Congratulations, Abhinav Bindra!
I dont know why I’m so suspicious by nature. I seem to be always wondering if there’s an ulterior motive for strange people to behave the way they do with me. Like the last time me and a friend were driving back home in a torrid rainfall when a guy thumbed for a lift. Yeah, like I’d willingly offer our lives and the car keys to a psycho in the middle of a storm.
Or the time when I was home alone and a decrepit-looking youth rang my door bell claiming he came from an LPG company on a mission to clean and repair my gas stove for free. I wouldnt have let him in my house even if he had shown me IDs in the first place. As he muttered something like - You know, its for free. You dont have to pay anything, I mentally replied - Yeah, only with my life.
So much so that if somehow a stranger indeed turns out to be kind hearted and that he/she was actually helping me out, instead of running behind me with a knife, (while I run screaming for my life) I find myself extremely surprised and the whole thing very unexpected.
I blame it all on TV and the movies in which a killer seems to lurk behind every seemingly innocent face. I wonder when it was that I actually stopped trusting people.
I’m a law abiding citizen, have never broken a law in my life (except for silly rules in college life which were so paper thin, they would have snapped by themselves anyway) That is why VIPs with their flashing red lights and eardrum splitting sirens behaving like the road is their personal property gets my goat anyday. Its not so much the main VIP himself that pisses me off so much. Its their hired guards who yell abuses at other vehicles telling them to get their ****ing car out of the way - that makes me see red.
I have no doubts that VIPs are in so much of a hurry that they dont need to follow traffic rules. I also have no issues that they specialize in having drivers who ensure that they drive like madmen and no other. But do I really have to listen to their guards and hired men yell at me to park my stupid car OR ELSE? Too much.
Last time, a cop on duty to a VIP entourage cooked my rabbit early in the morning. I was driving to work, minding my own business when I spotted The Red Sirens approaching from behind. Now, I know my role perfectly well and was slowing down the car to give them the right of road when this really pissed cop starts jumping up and down like a monkey and starts yelling his head off at me. Apparently another car came from around the bend and he thought we deaf-blind people wouldnt know better than to stop our cars.
Something inside my just snapped. I could take this s**t no longer. I stormed out of the car and started yelling back at that stupid cop myself. Oh, vengeance is sweet indeed. I snarled at him - Who do you think you’re talking to, huh??? I’m not your regular taxi drivers that you can shout at me just because you are a policeman. You’re trying to take advantage of the khakhi uniform, eh? And so on and on and on. I shouted at him till onlookers had to intervene in between and ask me to forgive the poor-chap-who-was-just-doing-his-job and continue my way.
After a while, I still hadnt calmed down and complained to his boss at the police station, who in turn graciously apologized to me. That wasnt my point. Ok, so I agree that certain people are always in a hurry and that their business is more important than mine. But that does not mean, their underlings get to play god and kick around lesser mortals than themselves, do they?
Its has been fun being 28. And I am not at all looking forward to being 29. That just leaves me one year of crossing over to the doomed side. I cannot imagine being 30. How would I react to things? Should I act all grown up and lose sight of the fun things in life? Should I be more serious and cross out all things that make me happy in life? Could I never smile again???
I dont know why people have to grow old. I am perfectly content being 28. Heck, I was perfectly content being 26. But no! the units in my age have to increase one by one like those stupid counters I teach in class to reach this even more stupid age.
I envy people in their early twenties. I think there’s nothing greater than the I-dont-give-a-damn feeling of youth. Of course now that I’ve almost half a foot in the grave, I might as well hang up my dancing shoes and consider myself lucky if I have Fun once a year.
I hate 2008. I wish it was 2007 again. I dont want to be 29. My life is over. I am old. Senile is me. I cant believe almost three decades of my life is already over. I still havent done half the things I wanted to do in this lifetime. Its funny watching Joey cry, “Why God, why?” on TV. Its an entirely different story when it happens in reality.
If I cant stand to be 29, I wonder if I have to sit to be 30 next year…
Jimmy: Who’s the current Vice President of India?
Me: Umm…. I know its not Prativa Patil.
Jimmy: I’ll give you one slap if you say Bhairav Singh Shekhawat! Look it up. Next question - who’s the winner of Magsaysay award?
Me: Whats a Magsaysay award?
Jimmy: Uff. Who won the first Bharat Ratna award?
Me: I dont know.
Jimmy: You’re never going to pass the GK exam this way. Ok next, where’s the Commonwealth Games 2010 going to be held?
Me: I know this one - India!!! (Had recently read an article that said Delhi government’s spending lakhs of rupees to teach Delhi taxi drivers to speak in English in preparation of Commonwealth Games 2010!)
Jimmy: Blind fire hit the target this time allright. Haha.
Me: Shut up. Let me now ask you a question, seeing that you’re oh so prepared and all. Where is the Beijing Olympics going to be held this year?
Jimmy: Very funny. Just remember, I’ll pass and you’ll fail.
Me: *Beep*
This has not been a good week. Almost everything that could go wrong, did. Two of my plans backfired right in my face and I will now have to think of new ways of what to do with the collateral damage. I realized I dont understand certain comments, even with comment moderation enabled and end up deleting them for want of a better solution. To top it up, I attacked my own Vampire in FaceBook twice in two days and couldnt attack anyone after that.
Thank god in heaven its finally Friday.
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