Well, after having a revelation that I was fat, a long run seemed in order. I went downstairs and took precisely twelve rounds around my complex. It is HUGE, mind it. In mid-process, I noticed people giving me odd looks. I wasn't quite able to comprehend those looks and simply put them out of my mind for the time being. I had more pressing matters to think about, such as my new-found fatness. It was (still is) a serious issue and demands strict actions.. I don't want to end up being the 'fat chic who sits at home and hogs the computer screen'. Really, it feels as if HOGGING the computer screen is all I'm doing nowadays.
The worst part is, my MSN messenger has officially shown it's bogus-ness to all who live in this house. Now, I don't even have a messenger. I suppose I'll have to make do with meebo for the time being. How depressing.
Anyway, let's forget about my depressing and hopelessly pathetic life at the computer for a minute. I've been thinking a lot about our country's deteriorating conditions of late. All those history and political science classes discussing India's sub-standards with my professor has really ignited a spark of patriotism that was earlier invisible to me. Hmm. Wait, no. The POTENTIAL for a spark of patriotism to be lit was invisible to me. What's with the rain? Seeing Delhi in this condition kills me inside. Keep in mind that this is PURELY subjective. There's no way seeing Delhi covered in mud puddles [which is in fact the least of everybody's problems] would kill me 'inside' LITERALLY. If the case was so, then I would probably have been dead a long time ago.
Another thing I've noticed lately is the growing presence of a thing called 'attitude' in today's youngsters, the so called 'GenZ'. The other day, my beloved ex-biology professor had asked me to mind a couple of kids before this huge performance on the Independence Day. Huge is probably the only positive adjective I can conjure up for the performance. So, anyway, while I was minding, I was forced to get pally with a couple of these kids and, you know, make them feel happy that a senior is taking actual interest in what they've got to say. [Well, frankly, I despise kids. I hate the way they cry, loathe the way they whine, and abhor the way they utter pure gibberish continuously. So one of my friends, releasing how pure and strong my hatred for kids was, decided to offer some advice. He told me to treat them like adults and not like babies/kids/nuisances. He told me to talk to them as if I didn't consider them pests. So I tried following it. With unfavorable results] They looked all around when I approached them, as if they didn't quite believe their eyes that this teenager was really talking to them. Slowly they opened up and started telling stories about their families. One of them told me about this sister of hers who had been gobbled up by a shark I refuse to believe exists. It was kind of like when the Ancient Mariner [yes, the one in the 'Rime of the Ancient Mariner'] stops one of the wedding guest and goes on and on with his boring tale of the boring old bird and the boring old ship. He 'holds the guest with his eyes'.. and the wedding guest finds it hard to escape. Kind of like the same way, I found it hard to escape the seemingly never-ending tale of that young kid [that I was because I couldn't possibly run away yelling 'kid screaming lies about a shark' in public. If I did go around shouting stuff in public, I'd prefer it to be something more along the lines of 'kid smells like poop' .. or maybe just 'kid smells!']. So I told her to wait for a couple of minutes while I went to do some 'important chores' but she wouldn't listen. I tried over and over again with different approaches. Tried being the good cop, the bad cop, the smoker dude who just walks into the police station as if walking into his own home, but all in vain.
When I said I hate kids, I meant it. It is also an unwritten yet well known fact that I am NOT good with kids. They probably hate me as much as I hate them. Or, you know what? Maybe they don't hate me. After all, who could REALLY hate an angel like me.. ;) ?
More later.
The worst part is, my MSN messenger has officially shown it's bogus-ness to all who live in this house. Now, I don't even have a messenger. I suppose I'll have to make do with meebo for the time being. How depressing.
Anyway, let's forget about my depressing and hopelessly pathetic life at the computer for a minute. I've been thinking a lot about our country's deteriorating conditions of late. All those history and political science classes discussing India's sub-standards with my professor has really ignited a spark of patriotism that was earlier invisible to me. Hmm. Wait, no. The POTENTIAL for a spark of patriotism to be lit was invisible to me. What's with the rain? Seeing Delhi in this condition kills me inside. Keep in mind that this is PURELY subjective. There's no way seeing Delhi covered in mud puddles [which is in fact the least of everybody's problems] would kill me 'inside' LITERALLY. If the case was so, then I would probably have been dead a long time ago.
Another thing I've noticed lately is the growing presence of a thing called 'attitude' in today's youngsters, the so called 'GenZ'. The other day, my beloved ex-biology professor had asked me to mind a couple of kids before this huge performance on the Independence Day. Huge is probably the only positive adjective I can conjure up for the performance. So, anyway, while I was minding, I was forced to get pally with a couple of these kids and, you know, make them feel happy that a senior is taking actual interest in what they've got to say. [Well, frankly, I despise kids. I hate the way they cry, loathe the way they whine, and abhor the way they utter pure gibberish continuously. So one of my friends, releasing how pure and strong my hatred for kids was, decided to offer some advice. He told me to treat them like adults and not like babies/kids/nuisances. He told me to talk to them as if I didn't consider them pests. So I tried following it. With unfavorable results] They looked all around when I approached them, as if they didn't quite believe their eyes that this teenager was really talking to them. Slowly they opened up and started telling stories about their families. One of them told me about this sister of hers who had been gobbled up by a shark I refuse to believe exists. It was kind of like when the Ancient Mariner [yes, the one in the 'Rime of the Ancient Mariner'] stops one of the wedding guest and goes on and on with his boring tale of the boring old bird and the boring old ship. He 'holds the guest with his eyes'.. and the wedding guest finds it hard to escape. Kind of like the same way, I found it hard to escape the seemingly never-ending tale of that young kid [that I was because I couldn't possibly run away yelling 'kid screaming lies about a shark' in public. If I did go around shouting stuff in public, I'd prefer it to be something more along the lines of 'kid smells like poop' .. or maybe just 'kid smells!']. So I told her to wait for a couple of minutes while I went to do some 'important chores' but she wouldn't listen. I tried over and over again with different approaches. Tried being the good cop, the bad cop, the smoker dude who just walks into the police station as if walking into his own home, but all in vain.
When I said I hate kids, I meant it. It is also an unwritten yet well known fact that I am NOT good with kids. They probably hate me as much as I hate them. Or, you know what? Maybe they don't hate me. After all, who could REALLY hate an angel like me.. ;) ?
More later.
Signing off.
Mallika Priya Khullar
By the way, I found out later that there was toilet tissue stuck to my shoes. That is why everybody was staring at me. You know, giving me the 'look'. How very pleasant.
Mallika Priya Khullar
By the way, I found out later that there was toilet tissue stuck to my shoes. That is why everybody was staring at me. You know, giving me the 'look'. How very pleasant.
2 comments:
Ur blog was srsly fnny.....Keep up d gud wrk
hehehehehe!!!! very funny...hw do u cum up with such gud stuff?tis is amazin!
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