I finally got a broadband connection at home. The lady who installed it at my home was pretty sweet. I know this cause I bugged her for three days non-stop and even then she didnt seem to get pissed at all. I admire people who have that level of patience with anyone.
Ah, my poor blog. Let you be neglected no more.
Things get very corny enroute to Gangtok and you can intercept the freshly roasted smell miles before you actually reach the place where they sell them. Thats my cook buying some roasted corns while we were on our way towards Gangtok. The corn fields line the highway and the village people make their living selling corns for 5 bucks a piece. Pretty cheap. And delicious too. I ought to probably say healthy too but I’m not entirely sure if it is indeed so.
I dont know how but nowadays they sell corn throughout the year along this stretch of the road. Earlier there used to be certain seasons for which people used to wait impatiently for the corn to ripen. Guess the villagers decided to make this a way of life. And looking at the large number of vehicles which stop and buy from them, I’d say people are really fond of this stuff.
Use of plastic bags are banned in Sikkim so we didnt get one. A small step towards reducing pollution and rightfully so. Therefore, as we continued our journey, the whole car started smelling like a corn field itself. Half an hour later, as I picked up a friend, the moment she sat in the car she exclaimed, You bought corn!!! Lets have some!!!
You poor thing, you. You have been nothing but supportive of me no matter which mood I was in. You have lent a patient ear to my tantrums as well as outburts like any faithful partner would. Yet I take you for granted and do not appreciate how much you mean to me.
Before you came into my life, I used to find it difficult to channelize my emotions, let alone categorize them. You have been a constant source of joy and are now completely indispensible to me. Sometimes I wonder how I used to cope with life before this.
I do not question your loyalty yet I do not acknowledge you in public. That is why I want to wish you a happy anniversary, even though I am late in wishing you this. One year and still going strong – may this journey continue till you get tired of me or I have no more posts to write about, my dear blog.
(P S: I hope this means I am off the list for a bad blog owner award)
I turned comment moderation off. Not much comment to moderate anyway and I havent met any trolls lately except one long time back which said something about this site being for those people who have nothing to do in the internet.
I’m happy to provide some reading material for people whether they have anything or nothing to do in the internet in the first place.
Lets live it up a little. Apologies in advance if this turns out to be a really nasty thing and I end up turning comment moderation back on.
Joy’s cousin and arch rival, Sonam currently staying with her for company seems to irk her more than required. Apparently, she copies whatever Joy does and both occasionally hit each other to resolve issues then and there. Sonam is constantly bullied into calling Joy “didi” even if there’s only 6 months of age difference between them.
She goes through my purse thoroughly whenever I visit home, latches herself onto my neck and doesnt let go till I leave. Joy pushes her away whenever she sees so, out of jealously I persume. Both vie for my attention and I have a hard time deciding whom to look at next. Makes me feel very special indeed.
And when I told her I would be taking her pic, she immediately stopped what she was doing and posed like this.
I’ve been having a hard time accessing the internet these days. The folks at my office have finally gotten wiser to the fact that people spend more time surfing the net than doing their work. So there’s this drastic measurement of blocking all fun sites, although some were too much fun (for a few; and heck not me) if you know what I’m talking about.
So that was that. And I finally decided that I should stop relying on office for entertainment purposes and get an internet connection at home. The snag is that there’s only one source providing 2 MBPS superspeed; BSNL is all you need. Rest of the service providers are still in the dark ages of dial up connection. So thats how I finally got a land line connection today. I can tell Preity Zinta, for one would be pleased about this.
Going by what the BSNL office’s told me, it’ll take a couple of days more to get a broadband connection whenever that is. And anyway, I’ve resoved to get an internet connection at home or prepared to die trying. It says so on my twitter badge.
I had been avoiding mentioning this show for sometime now but what the heck – its my blog and I can write about anything I want, right? I watch Splitsvilla every saturday evening at 7 pm. Why? Because Roadies 5.0 spoilt me and my fingers automatically switch on MTV at that time. Plus its got Rannvijay and Raghu in it, whats not to like???
Anyone can plainly see that its an Indianised version of The Bachelor and although many may comment about the show being degrading to women and so on, I dont think these women really care about what people think. So, everyone needs to lighten up. If the show offends you, dont watch it – period.
One thing for MTV – its sure coming up with a lot of interesting shows while all channel V does is permanently display a Get Gorgeous 5 tag on its bottom screen. Nice work, MTV!
My favourite Splitsvilla girl is Hannah. I think she’s divinely beautiful although she’s got a voice that could kill. Or at least split eardrums. Of the two boys, I like Vishal better even though I didnt watch Roadies 4. He’s cute but I like Rannvijay best, if you really ask me.
And with Raghu appearing on the show from time to time, its entertainment guaranteed. If anyone wants to know where I’ll be the next couple of saturdays at 7pm, you’ll know where to find me.
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.
This is my kid sister Joy. I took these pics with my 2MP nokia phone when she was about 4 years old. (Yes, those were the dark ages when I didnt have my Cyber Shot digicam with me) but she loved posing for the camera anyways.
See what I mean? Whenever I used to get home, the first thing I used to do was take a few pics of her then itself. Joysa climbed on a bed that was nearly as tall as her to get this pic taken. I guess thats a smile of accomplishment she’s got grinning away.
She’s got the loveliest eyes. My better half once told me – “Joy’s such a pretty little thing, that too when she’s this young. Whatever went wrong with you???” Haha, such a comedian.
I guess she didnt want me to take this pic. But she looks so cute even when she’s not smiling!
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?
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