STOP!!!!

We are tired of this constant scrutiny, constant fear of being laughed at, ridiculed and reduced to nothing but a mere toy. Just this morning when I was on my way to college, an asshole passed a comment. I decided to ignore it because I had a 9.16 train to catch. As I reached Churchgate, another jackass passed a comment and this time I was determined to give it back to him. I realised what he said right in my ears after 2 seconds and chased him as soon as i registered those horrible words. He looked behind and saw me coming. He ran and I ran after him, asked for a little help from a passerby but all he did was look at me like a fool. Though I couldn't get hold of him but I was hell bent on doing something about it and hence this post. I thought of calling on 103- the helpline started by Mumbai Police for women and elderly people in city. But it wouldn't help unless I have some proof of the incident.
We have had enough of such nonsense. I am sure many girls and women go through such occurances every day. The ladies compartment in the suburban locals are full of indecent illustrations of nude women drawn on the walls with unwanted graffiti and derogatory remarks. Dont we deserve to live with respect and a little peace of mind?
I urge all men reading this to help women if ever you spot a woman in any of such situation and I urge women to be strong and fight against it.

I DREAD LOOKING BEAUTIFUL,
I HATE THE SIGHT OF MIRROR,
AM HAPPY UGLY, AM HAPPY UNATTRACTIVE.

AM NOT YOUR SLAVE,
AM NOT ASHAMED OF MY IDENTITY, MY GENDER.
AM HIDEOUS AND STRONG.

I WONT BEG TO BE LEFT ALONE,
IT'S MY RIGHT TO BREATHE FREE,
I AM PROUD TO BE A WOMAN..

An urgent Post...

Well I term this as an urgent post because for the first time I am writing about something that I just thought of in fact something that I just saw. It was " Taare Zameen par". First of all a round of applause for Aamir Khan for conceptualising, directing and acting in such a wonderful movie. An excellent film which surely moves you to the core.
It has no usual larger than life effects to it, but on the contrary it showcases the life of a normal middle class couple and their dyslexic kid, Ishaan. It has all the elements of a good movie, which keeps the viewer interested till the end.
There were a lot of natural shots like the everyday routine of a family in a metropolitan, a frustrated kid throwing tantrums and so on. Though the best scene was when Ishaan sees his own painting created by his art teacher and starts crying..The music is also quite peppy and meaningful at the same time. Lyrics by Prasoon Joshi make quite an impact.
It is a must watch for every parent trying to fulfill his/her ambition through their children. Even teachers who think there only job is to discipline kids. This movie is highly recommended by me!!

Beyond words!!

My recent escapade was to Jammu and Kashmir. In spite of repeated warnings from friends and family, in the middle of stark winter I and my folks set out on our voyage. We started from Bombay early morning and by noon we were in Srinagar. It was quite strange to experience two extreme climates on the same day. Thirty degrees in Bombay and almost six degrees in Srinagar. Even the stop over at Delhi was quite pleasant, considering the fact that I loathe the city and especially its people and now the airport too. The center seriously needs to look in. I better get back to writing the travelogue than criticizing the government, something I usually do, of course for the right reasons.
Our driver and our house keeper at the houseboat came to pick us up at the airport. People in Jammu Kashmir are very warm and I could actually feel it in the way they greeted us and spoke to us. Or maybe it is a necessity to polite, considering tourism is their only livelihood. Whatever the reasons are, I enjoyed all the attention I received. We comfortably reached our houseboat which was amidst the beautiful and the vast Dal Lake. It was one of the most striking and serene places I have ever stayed. And we ended our day with a long ride in the Shikara (boats used inside the lake) and just soaking in as much as we could.
The next day we decided to explore beyond the lake and thought of taking the road. It had snowed just a week ago and the chillness made it more evident. So we headed straight to Sonmarg, a quiet and quintessential valley two hours away from Srinagar. We experienced snow covered peaks and the deadly cold for the first time in the journey. The warm clothing we were carrying weren’t enough and we had to hire a couple of coats for each one of us. I seriously wonder how people survive such an extreme climate. Even the soldiers who stand incessantly along the roads, on mountains and valleys to guard the beautiful land are to be pitied about. Yet somehow we forget our duties towards our nation. It just makes me all the more sad. And yes, the security reminds me of how careful one has to be in such a sensitive area. We had to get ourselves checked at every check point on every corner of the town, near every monument. But despite so many efforts these innocent people are not spared by the culprits and die at the hands of terror. Every little town I passed reminded me of something I had read or seen about the place being torn apart with hand grenades and bombs. Areas like Baramullah, Kupwara are often the soft targets for such activities.
The following day was one of the best days. It was filled with a plethora of activities, vivid beautiful spots and lots more. Gulmarg is one of the most visited places in Jammu and Kashmir. Its truly heaven on earth. Serene mountains, tall standing pine and deodar trees welcoming us, it was the most unique and unforgettable experiences we ever had. From skiing to sledging to horse riding we did everything, aah not to forget the Cable car ride. The best part was actually making my first snow man. Something I always wanted to do. It wasn’t a very perfect one though I managed to do a good job. We returned in the evening tired but filled with great awe for God’s creation. Like everyday our cook at the houseboat had made an amazing meal for us, Kashmiri pulao, Dum aalo and maaki dal! In the mornings we often had Kulchas, Paranthaas and ‘Kahwa’ ( tea made with Kesar, Ginger, sugar and water). The following day was spent sight seeing around Srinagar. We saw places like Hazratbul Durgah, Mughal Gardens, Shankaracharya temple, a 14th century structure.



After four days of sojourn in Srinagar, we checked out and left for Pehelgam, ( shephards village). It’s a beautiful valley where temperatures can go down as low as -14 degrees. We had a nice quite time at Liddar valley ( unofficial name). most of the movies shot in the 60s were made in this area. It is nothing less to Switzerland or any land. We just need to break our myths and beliefs about the place and explore it.
Jammu was our next stop and we visited the Vaishnodevi shrine, quite an adventurous trek. And the next day I was back in the hustle and bustle of my not so dear city life. Trust me, there’s so much more I can write and talk about Jammu and Kashmir but everytime I make an effort I fail miserably. You just cannot condense the experience in words. Visit this beautiful dreamland to believe me.
Cheers!

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ACHIEVED!!! HURAAAAHHH

Turning nineteen wasnt all that exciting as I had imagined it to be. I though there'd be a pool of beer outside my house, I though I would be able to puff packs and packs of ciggies, I though I would be able to do whatever I wanted, I thought I could race my car on Carter road at night, I though I could get drunk and not come
back home at all. Ahhhh. But nothing of that sort happened. All I did was, get up early morning to receive calls from friends and relatives and spent the entire day doing just that. Yeah, not to forget a quiet lunch with friends and a great dinner with my folks. I dont know why I am blogging about my birthday which happened almost like ages ago, but suddenly today I feel like a grown up. More like those magical lightening kind of realizations shown in sci-fi!
Today I feel a heavy responsibility of a grown up, I feel mature and liable. After an year of becoming an adult, I finally feel like one. There is a sense of urgency to do things as if the world is going to end tomorrow. Claustrophobia coupled with excitment and a lot of other things are turning me upside down or downside up or
something like that, something that I am not able to make enough sense of. I feel tormented, frustrated and harrowed to the extent of running somehwere deep inside
woods. Many times I feel the adrenaline rush of sitting on a huge giant wheel awaiting an unexpected rush, a sudden jerk and then a smooth ride. Life has never been so uncertain, trust me. I am sure I am not going to read this blog entry after posting it because it will remind me of all these emotions that I am trying to keep away from. It will remind me of how unsure my thought flow is at this point that there is no distinct connection between how I started off writing and where I am going to end this. But for a change I am not feeling bound, am not feeling ruled. I am typing words and leaving the rest to make some sense on its own. I know I have failed miserably to channelise my thoughts but I am liking this failure. It is more like doing things in the moment, wow!!!! am finally in the present. After 100-150 odd desperate words, I am in the PRESENT.

Cheers!
xx

Moon-kissed beaches!

Now its official, I have a penchant for impromptu holidays and the latest was Kihim and Kashid in Konkan. Just a three hour drive from Bombay and you discover the amazing Konkan coastline. White sand, crystal clear water, hammocks and shacks welcome you as you get closer. Huge coconut trees stand still as you wonder if all of this is for real. I had always fantacized about walking unshod on a beach on a full moon day, and this time I actually did that. I spent almost three hours just gazing at the night sky and listening to the mellow sound of the water lashing on the shore. The silvery beach and the moonlit sky was a perfect location for that perfect kiss that every girl would have dreamt of. Alas! I was all alone :(...


The best of the surprises was the Culaba fort ( dont mistake it for our friendly area Colaba). This is an ancient fort built by Shivaji Maharaj and situated around 500 meters in the sea. So technically you have to wade through waist high water to get there. It is a very tiring task but fun at the same time.

Konkan also gets me excited because of the mouth-watering Konkani food. Right from Sol Kadi ( Kokam buttermilk) to rice rotis to Kothimbir wadi ( coriander patties). After two days of relaxation and laziness, i returned to the humdrum of the city life, something I just want to keep running away from, and am sure I am quiet successful at times!!

cheers

MY CHOW CHOW

A free ride or a free Pizza, nothing can equal the joy that I find in being with you. Its been almost eight months and I dont regret a single day, a single minute spent with you! Like an underdog from nowhere or a conquerer with a sharp motive, you have taken over me entirely, by the way you have a right to do that!
With each passing day I seem to love you more. I have started looking at things differently, probably I have started growing up with you. Life looks easy even with a plethora of irritating issues that we face on and off. Nothing seems impossible though there may come a lot of unimaginable consequences to our union. There were times when I was a little harsh on you, a little insecure, a little jealous , a little of this and that but you have never let me down. The best thing about you is your understanding nature. You are just that perfect Chow chow that any girl would dream of having around. You affectionate eyes and those comforting hands are the best remedy to any of my problems. Trust me this lifetime is too less a time for me to experience your presence in my life! " Tumhare liye machchar toh kya, magarmach ke moonh mien bhi jaaane ko taiyyaar hooon, ........achcha tha na?" LOL!!





P.S:- AAAhhhh it feels great to blog after a long time!

Sundance!! aink!! LOL

The travel bug has bitten me hard and good!! After hibernating for around a week am back from my vacation in Bengaluroo and Coorg, am right here sitting in front of my laptop waiting to share all the hiccups and burps we shared together.
Three madcaps, a destination so divine and one aim- " to find cute guys" LOL...kidding. One aim - " to have fun to the fullest".
Bengaluroo was a pleasant experience thanks to the amazing weather which was almost as if rain and sunshine were playing some kinda peek-a-boo. After spending a day there we set out to another exotic destination- COORG! Its a small province nestled amidst vales and clouds. Surrounded by impeccable beauty, wonderful and warm people I was in total awe of the rightly called Scotland of India.
Bengaluroo came as a sure surprise to us. The way commercialization has engulfed the old 'Garden City' is something to be marvelled at and also a little deplorable. It has got many a connotations and denotations like the 'IT' Hub, educational capital and all that jazz, but it has truly stood worthy of it. After cruising around the town for a whole day, checking out cute , nerdy guys and hanging out like crazy weirdos we came home tired and sloshed out. But it surely was a great start to an amazing holiday.
Next day sharp 6 am we were heading towards the bus depot to take a bus to Medikeri also called as Mercera considered to be the capital of the province of Coorg! I have taken the liberty to call it a province because of the racial exclusivity that this part of the country enjoys. They are the decendents of the Alexander's armymen who probably might have had a sojourn while on their mission to conquer the world. Their sharp features and athletic build surely make this legend a reality.

We were welcomed in the small town by a great weather which almost felt like monsoon in the middle of a wintry month. The fog and mist played around with clouds ready to pour down on us. After checking in to a hotel we thought of exloring the town further. Medikeri is a very small town with a few places worth visiting like , " the Raja's seat, Raja's tomb, Abbey falls and a few temples which we conveniently skipped heehee. After a couple of drinks down we hit the bed instantly gearing up for the next day's journey outside Medikeri. The POA was to cover the northern Coorg which included Bhagamandala temple, Iruppu falls, Talakaveri and Nagarhole ( Rajiv Gandhi National park).
Bhagamandala situated around 30 kms from Medikeri is a quiet , little temple which houses the shrine of Shiva, Vishnu. It has a peculiar look with snake faced curves made all around the rooftop. The next stop was Talakaveri, the origin of river Kaveri. The breathtaking view from the point near the pond was heavenly. We were almost amidst the clouds. After this we proceeded towards Iruppu falls situated around a Km in the woods. The last stop was the Nagarhole national park known for its deer population and a few elephants. Most of us thought it was a waste of time and a total rip off!!! After an eventful day we had no strength left , not even for a drink!
The next day was spent peacefully and we started our journey back to Bengaluru. Thus ended our little vacation, away from the maddening crowd and unwanted stress. It was a great relief after the hectic examinations. Lets hope the next destination is as enchanting and as exotic as this!!!
cheers

Very few happy moments in my kitty..

Its been a long time since I last did something that made me happy. Guess life has become very hectic and I have lost count of the few happy moments I have spent during the past few months. The last time I was satisfied with my existence was when me and my friends spent some time with a couple of kids on the road.
This happened during one of our casual walks towards Marine drive. The three of us have the habit of hanging around after college hours, because we detest leaving each other and going home. Even if one of us is missing, the day seems so incomplete. Gosh, life would have been so scary without you guys!! MUUAAH!!. Yeah coming back to that day's escapade. The three of us spotted four kids of different sizes sitting on a pavement. They were untidy but cheerful. One look at them and the three of us knew what we wanted to do next. After talking to them for some time we realized that they were waiting for someone to feed them a few morsels of that blessed grain. They were hungry.
We bought them some Mishti Doi ( thats what they preferred, Talk about being choosy). And enquired about their parents. A small boy pointed towards a lady sitting under a tree with bunch of red, white and pink roses. I guess she was his mother. I went ahead and spoke to her, to my surpirse she handed me a red rose and my day was made. I seldom forget such gestures by unknown strangers who sometimes appear to be angels in disguise. There are times when your own boyfriend or girlfriend, mother or father, brother or sister are ready to just fuck your mind any moment people like her are there to balance it out!!
CHEERS!

Poems by Russell!

Russell a friend of mine has written a few good poems. I would like to share it with all of you. I keep sharing peices of work written by my friends under the label ' Guest writers'

Woodchop- Russell Mascarenhas


The rising sun over the snowy hills,
Mixed gracefully with the winter chills,
Gives every person to stare at awe,
At the wonderful things made by God.

Far from my house are these Red Wood trees,
Where furry creatures in the moonlight sleep,
Where lovers come and carve their names.
It reminds me of the good old days.

Like a peaceful haven on the mountain top,
The sparrows chirp and the ground is warmth.
My children at the moon doth stare.
In the shelter of the trees so bare

But alas, I am a woodcutter,
And I destroy gods beautiful things,
To feed my children and my wife,
Against getting heavenly wings.

A Grave Tale
- Russell Mascarenhas


With crumbled leaves underneath my feet,
I approach the house where the dead don’t sleep.
The hooting owl and the creaking gate,
may be the last sounds before my fate.

Lost in an illusion with haunting sounds,
Suddenly a hand emerges from the ground.
In my horror I turned and saw,
millions of zombies all around.

The mind tends to play funny tricks,
but this was worse than a horror flick,
a living nightmare I must say,
I must escape some other way.

Armed with guts and an axe in my hand
I cleared away the scum from this land.
Marching forward and taking swings,
I skillfully killed those horrid things.

And as they fell I took a bow,
and received applause from the crowd,
I smile to myself as I’ve done my duty,
the curtain closes, end of story.

City of joys and sorrows.....

Taking a break has become an alien activity for the people of Mumbai. Life is cenetered around a monotonous and never ending cycle of chores that leaves one with very little time to spend with ourselves. Life certainly is not a cake walk but yet things look very easy to achieve and acquire here. Probably that is the because of the 'never say never' attitude that people. Love, hate, betrayal, complassion, jealousy or any other emotion can be experienced in the span of a single day.

Our day starts with abusing the newspaper vendor for ringing the door bell too loud to abusing the errant kids in the building who make your life hell in the evening when all you want is a space with pin drop silence. Hurling abuses and walking ahead is the mantra that all of us seem to have understood very well. We have become workoholic sparrows, home to work and work to home. Life, though doesn't really look complicated but nonetheless it sometimes becomes like a living hell.

One has to fight for everything, right from a window seat to getting a passport made. No wonder we talk about Mumbai's fighting spirit, ( pun intended). I am not trying to demean the place I call my home but just reminding you of the changing times. I totally agree that I have bever seen a city as vibrant and colourful as Mumbai, yet there are time when I long to get away, without a doubt I long to get back as soon as possible. This city is like a sweet bitter truth. One cannot ignore the goodness of it but at the same time one cannot move away from adversities.

RUNAWAY!

I looked at the clock twice, it was some kind of reassurance of the fact that its was the right time. It was twelve and I very well knew Mom was snoring away to glory in the adjacent room. My bags were packed because I was preparing myself for the past three days. Two failed attempts per day , that makes it six...ummm not bad, will help me write a manual on running away from home.

I am tired of the scrutiny and nagging that happens around me all the time. I am 21, a successful media executive, travelled almost half the world, but I am still treated like a kid at home. I need ma own space and my own rules. I know I am giving all these explanations to move away from this shithole.

I feel flustered and claustrophobic. The house I grew up in suddenly seems to eating me up. I see horrible images moving around, maybe because I have developed a particular kind of hate for this place. The people living here make me all the more depressed and that includes my mother and her Lesbian partner, who are up on my ass everyday.

Jane moved in right after my father ran away with our maid. I know sounds like a scene straight out of a movie. My mother seems to have taken settling down with Jane a bit too seriously. I have no qualms about her sexual orientation, but she can definitly find a better woman to spend her life with. Jane is a bitch.......

How does that matter anyway?....Its almost 12.30 now...guess Geroge should be well on his way...WHOOOOSSSHHHHH!

noone to see
noone to believe.
life is like an empty circus
the merry go round
with all the colours around
whirls against the hollow air.....
Up you see the smoke rise,
my dead ashes in the air.

THE LAST LOOK AT THE MIRROR.......

I look at the mirror
dazed and unfazed
my eyes speak a million
the marathon that never ends

I see the unnoticed truth
kept under wraps away from the sun.
Failing to acknowledge,
I stare with a sudden jerk

" Its in pieces..." I cry with a shout
the amber behind houls out loud.
putting an end to the fantasy..
putting an end to life!

sleep like a baby

sleep like a baby,
sleep like a baby, the wind will sing you a song
sleep like a baby....the leaves will calm you down
sleep in the silence, the peace that you need
rest in my arms, I will drive you to the moon
our house rests there on the snowey peak...
will drive away the cold,
coz u in my embrace, light the fire of my love
for u to feel warm
the night will guard us,
when we make love.
Our union was destined...
sanctity along
now sleep like a baby...
as u rest in ma arms!

Not for me!

Love is not for me,
going around the same ol' mulberry...
Speaks to millions on the way...
but has not ever woken me again.

Looking thorugh the windows of hope
I saw it rushing like a cold wind blown..
dark leaves and the browns fade away,
resting in peace like they always stay.

He borrowed the joys my heart had stored
leaving behind an empty room..
locked away in the chest of the old house
like a wine that lives alone..

I thought i'd age with you..
made me imagine my hands tremble with yours
am a ripe fruit yet...
forgotten before the prime could begin!

one year!!!

YIIPPPEEEEE!!! MA BLOG HAS COMPLETED AN YEAR NOW....IT WAS FUN WITH YOU SWEETHEART! MY FRIEND!!
LOVE!

"Where the fuck is my punching bag??"

For the first time I'd be using my blog to vent out my anger. "I don't want to live, I am good for nothing, I am just a piece of shit!!!!! " These thoughts cross our minds a lot of times but most of us sail through it because of our strong support system, like friends, peers sometimes surprisingly even parents. Many say its just one of those teenage growing up negative thoughts or some blaah shit like that. Whatever the fucking reason is, I hate it when I feel like giving up. I hate it when i find the entire world against me as if they are conspiring to make my life hell!

And in these times, trust me, boyfriends are the people you should never ask help from. They say they understand, but actually have no clue of what crap you are talking, for that matter even you wouldnt know!! So what do you do? Talk to friends? who are busy with their own confused teenaged lives? or talk to parents who would defintely tell you everything but calm you down!

AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! I feel like standing on my terrace and shout " FUCK OFFF"!!!!
Guess i should just grab a quick bite of some sinful Chocolate Mousse.............................." Where the fuck is my punching back?"

My mind is a crazy wanderer!!

Life is a joruney.....long, never ending yet exciting. And my mind misses no chance to go on a joy ride on his own. My mind is personified and is free to make his choices. My minds knows every corner of my life like he has been riding the thought bike for ages now. He certainly is smarter than me with the twists and turns.
I have been a constant companion but he is the boss- THE GUIDE. There are times I feel like telling him that it isn't fair for him to rule over me, but he seldom listens to me. I have a dominating mind....constantly scruitinising and on the go! There have been times when he has given me wrong instructions but at the same time I cannot ignore the fact that most of the times he has given me accurate and precise orders.
Long live my not so sane mind! You help me be practical and non-judgemental. You help me think and give me the ability to reason. Thanks for being around. And yeah do not forget about the CAT preparation we are doing together. Dude, you gotta help me here.....LOL.

Russell Peters: “why don’t you see many Indian athletes? Because they are not hardworking”.

Stereotypes are as old as human culture itself. They reflect ideas that groups of people hold about others who are different from them. Stereotypes can be either positive ("black men are good at basketball") or negative ("women are bad drivers"). But most stereotypes tend to make us feel superior in some way to the person or group being stereotyped. Stereotypes ignore the uniqueness of individuals by painting all members of a group with the same brush.
Media has given way to many such stereotypical thoughts like, “All bearded Muslims are terrorists”, portrayal of homosexuals in media or youngsters are restless and impulsive etc. These ideas generate from an event which is later turned into a mass thought process. In the case of stereotypes the mass society theories of media are often discussed because of its impact on people.
Stereotypes of a group of people can affect the way society views them, and change society's expectations of them. With enough exposure to a stereotype, society may come to view it as a reality rather than a chosen representation. The media can be a powerful tool in creating or reinforcing stereotypes. For example people look at India as a country full of snake charmers and elephants walking on the road, which is a general perception. This impression has been largely created by media.
Russell Peters broadly talks about various racial stereotypes focusing mainly on his Indian roots and also South Asian culture. In one of his acts he mentioned why not many Indian athletes are seen on international arena which a few years back was a fact but is no more a reality. Though he clearly once said that he doesn’t create stereotypes he just talks about the already existing ones but what he definitely does is reinforce these stereotypes in the minds of people. His comedy acts belong to the unconventional form of media whose effect might not be far reaching but the message stays with the audiences because the action is happening right in front of their eyes.


Unlike television he makes sure that his message is understood through feedback and interaction. Though he is very carefully while selecting his use of words so as to not get into any kind of controversy. Like once a white guy came up to him and said, “I really like it when you crack those Paki jokes.” And he replied, “'I will knock your f****** teeth out if you ever say that word to me. Have you ever heard me say 'Paki' in my act? No. Then don't f*** with it and twist it.” Here we are introduced to yet another topic about social responsibility and media.
Knowingly or unknowingly a lot of wrong messages are communicated to the people and this also gives rise to stereotypes. It generates through biases and opinionated approach towards a particular community. Russell Peters has often been accused of doing so but all is fine when it comes to fun. Guess taking it with a pinch of salt is his advice to his critics.
Most of Peter’s acts revolve around his upbringing in a white neighbourhood. He has witnessed a lot of prejudices and biases and hence his material is based on these fine lines that make people hate people from other community. Through his comedy acts and wide travelling experiences he has tried to explore this difference. His topics range from India culture, arranged marriages in India, the great Indo-Chinese friendship, perceptions that whites have about Asians. He has also dealt with issues like racial slurs and he claims to call it like he sees it.


Let us critically analyse the content that makes his show so popular with the audience and leaves a few sour.
“If you have a tensed situation, just pop in the Indian accent”, says Peters. He heavily emphasises on how funny English sounds in an Indian accent. Quoting his father and his way of talking, he often has the house laughing their hearts out. But he also cleverly makes it a point to make his fellow Indians feel good by doling out some nice and not so nasty jokes.
He says, “Vietnamese talk English so fast that it almost sounds like Vietnamese again”, “when Koreans speak English it looks like they have had a breathe”. He further adds, “When Chinese speak English it feels like they are chopping words like vegetables.” Traditionally certain accents carry more prestige in the society for example the American accent is considered to be the elitist. The UK accent is considered to be sophisticated while Indian accent is often laughed at abroad. Many Indians settled abroad make it a point to adapt to the local accent so that they do not feel left out or out of place.
He calls china and India as the two largest populations and finishes it with saying, “sooner or later we gonna h*** you”.
In another act he talks about how different cultures are mixing and comes up with really funny terms for mixed breed offspring of such couples. For example, Jewish and Indian can have a Hinjew kid, Cuban and Iceland will have little ice cubes. The funniest is French and Greek together will give birth to Freaks!!!
In his DVD called Outsourced he talks about how Chinese and Indians cannot do business together. Because Indians cannot live without a bargain and Chinese will never let you have one. These stereotypes make an impression in the minds of the audiences that Indians are thrifty and money minded. Moving from business he goes to employment in the US. “Today I saw a very funny thing. A white guy driving a car. This is not right, you cannot steal our jobs.” This statement gives a notion that Indians abroad only drive taxis. But the reality is totally different; many Indians are working in IT sector, research and development. He has promised his fans of a new material in the coming shows about Indian call centres.
“All Asians are Chinese”. This statement can be counted as being a positive stereotype because here he tries to say that all Asians are not Chinese but you have other groups like the Indians, Pakistanis, and Srilankans etc.

Forbidden truth........

I have been left wondering often about the credibility of everything that is true, everything that is untold and kept away from us. The reason things lie in the closet is because either it is untrue or people dont treat it as being factual. There are times when people are not ready for the truth and many times they just want to ignore it. This is what I term as forbidden truth. And am sure we wont fall short of examples if it comes to explaining it........
We fall pray to all kinds of experiences- good, bad, ugly, nasty but truth surpasses all these parameters. It is something that create ripples of unknown emotions and more than anything a sense of neglect. All this while I was talking about the truth the pinches and pricks, truth that becomes unwary of any further explanations.

This time its not me, but a friend who would like to share something......and am more than happy to give her the space...Nikita, keep writing...


YEH DHUAN.....



Have you ever watched someone smoke?
Ever observed the eager fingers flick a match and light up?
The slow, deep breath of restoring nicotine. Drawn in as though inhaling, trying to fill up the whole being with smoke.
Insubstantial. Bearing only vestiges of life. Incipient hope. Reassuring consolation.
A quick look of pained defiance.
And now back to floating in moribund heights of ostensible freedom…

Before I say anything else, I would just like to make it clear that I do not believe that smoking makes people “bad company”. One is not in danger while hanging out with a smoker. Why? Because it’s just isn’t about them!
Smoking is an extremely complex, personal and difficult thing to understand. I still don’t perfectly get it. But I do know enough to make my decision against it. The same goes for drugs and alcohol. I choose not to “indulge” in any of them. Not even try. Not once. And no, that doesn’t make me a dork, just shows how well I know myself. I know very well that even if I just try there’s a really good chance that I’ll be addicted. Many people overestimate themselves and think that it won’t happen. But it does- it’s happened to a friend of min, I’m sure it’s happened to a friend of yours! So what makes you the exception?
The way I see it, the best way to win this battle is to fight before it starts. When the vision is not obscured by towers of smoke, it is easier to look at one’s reflection. And decide…
The worst thing about smoking, to me, is the dependency. The mental hazards are far more debilitating than the physical ones. To know that every day, to get some relief, or to find oneself, one needs that little inflammable wrapped-up object. And quite ironically, smokers are believed to be the most independent and individualistic people.
All in all, it’s not about right or wrong, this issue is a subtle shade of the very same smokey gray. Everyone needs to deal with it in his or her own way. But the important thing is to make sure that we do! And soon…