1. If you’re a girl, you’ll almost certainly encounter a woman who insists on talking to you, for forty minutes, about the rising price of vegetables. This woman can be found at bus stops, and if you happen to be there at the right (or wrong, depending on how you look at it) time, you might even find her with her pack, all complaining about the bane of their existence: onion sellers.
2. For the guys: if you are at a bus stop, and you don’t look like a wild teenager, you’ll probably get sucked into an argument concerning politics. Before you know it, you’re listening, with growing despair, to an inane conversation about BJP vs Congress, finally culminating with the decision that, of the two of them, Aam Admi Party is the best. Go figure.
3. Most of the time, especially in the evening when people are returning from work, you’ll always find yourself a spectator to an epic showdown between The Kanjoos Lazy Conductor and The Frustrated Auntie. It will start off on a small scale, and gradually build up to a competition on who has the most lung power. It always starts because Frustrated Auntie will give a 10 rupee note for an 8 rupee ticket, and Kanjoos-Lazy doesn’t want to go through the trouble of giving the two rupees back. From there it will escalate to an all-out brawl, with the remaining passengers either cheering for their preferred side, or joining in because “those idiots blocked my way and now I missed my stop.”
4. Without fail, you always encounter a bunch of teenagers who start having a serious conversation in hushed tones about someone else’s personal problems. These problems usually involve either a girl whose boyfriend dumped her and how “she totally deserved it because her boyfriend should be my boyfriend” or it will be about a distant relative and the gossip concerning him/her or it will be about “ohmygodohmygodVarunDhawanissohot!” So before you leave the bus, you’re completely caught up on the latest Bollywood gossip and you know all about the drinking problems of someone’s jiju.
So this is a short piece that I had to write in class, on Why I Am a Confident Person. These are my thoughts. And it was written in less than fifteen minutes, so it’s not perfect. Don’t judge. Please.
‘What do you think is the main quality a person should possess?’ This is a question that I’m getting sick of, to be honest. Or, to put it more accurately, I’m getting sick of the answers I hear to that question. Everyone spews the same, recycled mumbo-jumbo: Love, Kindness, Honesty, etc. However, in my opinion (I’m going to act like you actually care about my opinion) the most important quality anyone should possess is a sense of humour.
Now I’m not talking about cracking the occasional *ahem* non-veg joke, for lack of a better term. The sense of humour I’m referring to is the ability to laugh. The ability to laugh at yourself, and the ability to laugh at your situation. These two are the keys to having self-esteem and confidence. At the same time, you’re aware of your own failings, so it keeps you from getting swollen-headed. But because you can laugh at those failings, you don’t enter that never-ending downward spiral of Doom called ‘Why Me?’
Let me give you my own example. My life is a short joke! If I had one rupee for every time someone said, “Hey, what’s the weather like down there? I wouldn’t be travelling by BEST bus. However, if I became moody and started sulking every time someone made fun of me, I would be spending every waking moment offended and upset. And I’d also have no friends, because honestly, who likes a crybaby?
So there you go. The reason I’m a confident person is because I already know what’s wrong with me and I laugh at it. So when someone else tries to bring me down by pointing out my faults, I just laugh at it, as I always do. Also, another perk of this method of self-esteem-boosting is that, whenever someone tries to bring you down, and you laugh at them, their faces at that moment can be added to the list of things you will look back on and laugh at for the rest of your life. Aah, the memories!
Food.
The very word inspires you with warm and fuzzy feelings, feelings of satisfaction, of happiness, of life at its very best. Whether we like the same food or not is irrelevant, because food, at its core, is one of the few things that makes everyone happy. Everyone.
Comfort food: This is the one type of food that gives emotional satisfaction to the one eating it. The eater experiences a genuine feeling of happiness while eating, usually associated with pleasant childhood memories. So comfort food is basically food that makes you really happy. That being said, allow me to proceed to my rant of the day.
I have come across an unpleasant number of people who claim that khichdi is their comfort food. The most tasteless, boring food ever to cross my path, is considered comfort food. How? Why? The only memories I have associated with khichdi are ones of the overwhelming taste of pepper on my tongue, of squishy rice and broken promises of pizza for dinner. So where does the “happy childhood memories” bit come in?
Maybe it’s just me. Because my comfort foods are Pav Bhaji and Kulfi, while my mom firmly states hers is Kerala Fish Curry with brown rice. And these are infinitely more interesting than blooming khichdi (don’t even try to argue with that). So I probably am the only one who does not understand how non-tasty food can be comforting.
In my house, khichdi is something that is made when the only other option is starvation. The pros and cons of each option are lengthily discussed, and then sometimes, we make khichdi. We have a very clear understanding of what we consider appropriate food. Khichdi is not food. Food implies everything discussed in the first paragraph. Khichdi is simply an Edible Item. I will not insult Food by clubbing it with the likes of khichdi.
And yes, I am ranting because my mom has prepared khichdi for dinner. Starvation didn’t put up a good enough argument this time.
I just wanted to clear my thoughts and hopefully get some proper facts right now, because I'm not really sure what to believe.
I just heard that there has been another shooting in America, and the gunman reportedly had over 10 guns with him, including guns that are supposed to be inaccessible to anyone other than military personnel.
These are the facts that I know. So someone please tell me, how did this happen? Why is it so easy for a random 64 year old man to buy 10 guns. I mean, even if the state doesn't want to ban guns outright, shouldn't there at least be a limit for how many guns a person can buy? And if there is a limit, why isn't it being enforced? I saw a video of the shooting, and what I heard sounded like machine gun fire. How does a random person acquire a machine gun??
A lot of people seem to be against gun control because they believe that the second amendment (I think that's the one, correct me if I'm wrong, I'm not American) grants them the right to purchase a gun for self defense. I understand that sentiment, but gun technology has advanced so much since that amendment was introduced that the amendment itself seems obsolete. When it was introduced, guns were so inaccurate that they could kill only a few people at a time at worst. And that too only at point blank range. Now we have guns that are highly accurate (this particular shooter was killing people from one of the higher floors of a hotel right?) and the current crop of guns is also capable of shooting hundreds of people in a few short seconds.
Like I said before, I'm not American so I may not know everything that there is to know about this law and the state of gun control in America, but it really seems like it needs to go through a radical revision. People are paying for this with their lives.
please don't ignore this. students are beaten up at Jawaharlal Nehru University in india and police is not protecting students. instead they're helping the goons. nobody is helping the students. a lot of students are badly injured.
Since students have to make a lot of important career and study related decisions in a few short years, I decided to make this overly sarcastic guide for Arts students. Hopefully this helps. Step One: First you must score less than 60% in your tenth exams, because in India, it is unacceptable to be a smart Arts student. It is always assumed that you are an Arts student because you couldn't get into Commerce or Science. Step Two: You must spend your entire time in the college canteen, even if it serves only substandard vada pav and soggy idlis. Arts students are supposed to be drop outs and/or "weird theatre types." Step Three: The syllabus will require you to memorise the birth dates of obscure scientists, because logic. This will kill all your creative genes. For the sake of extremely necessary degree, deal with it. Satisfy creativity by table graffiti. Step Four: You are an Arts student. Sanskaar dictates that you are not on the same level as Science and Commerce students (apparently), therefore 99% in exams is out of question. But you must still get 99% in your 12th exams. Of course, questions in Arts papers are very subjective and as a result it's almost impossible to get 99% in them, but meh. Technicalities. Step Five: Everyone, from ancient relatives to the woman cutting your hair, is going to ask you about your results in the 10th standard. Lie and say you got 50% so that you don't have to hear the standard argument of "Arrey?! Aapko 92% mila toh aapne Science kyu nahi liya???" (What?! Why didn't you take Science if you got 92%???) It's actually easier to bear the judgemental looks rather than try to explain that you might actually be interested in Arts and Humanities. Step Six: Become a teacher.
This has been coming for a long time.
Many months ago, actors Shah Rukh Khan and Aamir Khan made statements about how India is no longer a safe place to live. Their statements were met with a wave of indignant bleating and comments urging (read: threatening) these actors to “go to Pakistan.” The recent Uri attacks seem to have brought these same buffoons out of hibernation. Armed with social media, they now choose to target Karan Johar. Who clearly has everything to do with these attacks.
The irony here is that the same people who so vehemently protest the cast of Karan Johar’s new movie have likely done nothing for the country themselves. Take the MNS for example. What are their legacies?
1. Covering people’s faces with ink (because logic). 2. Aggravated Assault (because the law is unpatriotic). 3. Campaigning for the removal of non-Maharashtrians (All Indians- oops sorry, all Maharashrians are my brothers and sisters…). 4. Corruption (Patriotism is obviously about lining your own pockets while your fellow citizens die of starvation). 5. Pseudo acts of kindness, like building random temples here and there (vote gaining tactics)
Classic examples of the Politician species.
To recap: “Karan Johar sucks!” thus said His Thackeray-ness.
However, in my opinion:- 1. The surgical strikes were a good response to the Uri attacks. The last time I checked, Karan Johar was not shooting soldiers, so I fail to see any logical thinking behind the wave of hate directed at him.
2. The people who really love their country will want to boast about what a wonderful nation they live in. However, to do that, you need something to boast about. Corruption, poverty, overpopulation, terrible sanitation, poor facilities, and yes, even intolerance are problems being faced by all Indians, and ignoring the problem or pretending it doesn’t exist isn’t going to make it go away. The only way to make this nation a nation to be proud of is by addressing these problems and solving them.
3. And finally, to any bigots who think “go to Pakistan” is an appropriate response to this post: you’re only proving my point.
Re-reading the Kane chronicles. Am I the only one who just noticed this?
1. I’ll write “mathematics” instead of “math” so that the answer looks longer
2. Two hours left
3. Which subject is this?!
4. Ooh, who got busted for cheating this time?
5. Why are people leaving already? Did they skip questions or am I just stupid?
6. OH GODS has my watch stopped?!?
7. No. Ok… breathe…
8. NO DON’T WASTE TIME BREATHING YOU OAF
9. One and a half hours left
10. Why does this idiot behind me keep poking me in the back?!
11. My fingers are cramping
12. Great, my four-mark answers are longer than the twelve-mark ones
13. Of course, now I need to go to the bathroom
14. And I’m writing down song lyrics instead of the answers again
15. Forty-five minutes left
16. Shit, forty-five minutes left!
17. This question must be wrong.
18. This answer is horrible. Ok, I’ll add in a couple of ‘henceforths’ and see if that’ll do the trick.
19. Why are they asking for extra paper? I knew it, my answers are too short! Great.
20. The only way I’ll pass this exam is divine intervention
21. I’m so sleepy…
22. Having exams in this weather should be illegal
23. What a lovely poky seat this is
24. My ink got over. Great. I’ll use my other pen. So much time will be wasted now because of this.
25. My other pen has no ink
26. Pencil it is
27. Nib broke. AARGH!!!
28. She purposely gave me the worst pen she had. I bet it didn’t even cost 5 bucks
29. 5 bucks sweets are so rare nowadays… I wish they were still there.
30. FOCUS!!!
31. YES! My answer booklet is over!!! Now I can be all swag and ask for one more
32. Because they just have to waste my time and give me a supplement with the staple in the middle of the page
33. AARGH stupid staple won’t come out
34. How the hell did HE remove it so easily? And now I look like a wuss
35. “We don’t need noo…education…tu du du, tudu tudu…”
36. Just 30 minutes and this will all be over!
37. Maybe I should copy
38. It’s justified man! Look at what a lousy paper she’s set! How the hell am I supposed to remember all of this!
39. My partner is looking into my paper. No hope there then.
40. Behind me!
41. No she’s an idiot.
42. And it’s but obvious that the only person in the class with an afro is sitting in front of me
43. AAIYEE!! I wasted 10 minutes debating this!
44. Lightning fast writing!
45. I don’t know the spelling of beginning. Umm…
46. Um…
47. ….
48. “Begin…ing”
49. Now I forgot the sentence.
50. Almost done… scribble! Scribble!
51. 3 minutes left! Scribblescribblescribble!
52. Finished!!!
53. The second half of my paper looks like a five year old wrote it
54. Ok, I gave in the paper… Breathe in, breathe out…
55. And of course, now is the perfect time to remember all the solutions to the questions I didn’t answer.
Kirtana P. Menon
i searched on hathras and dalits, and there’s not much posts here now. i made posts about it, and even they are not there now. is this tumblr’s standard operating procedure for all social movements and rape cases?
also people have already started to forget this case. let me remind you people are blaming the girl’s family as we speak for doing this to extort money from the accused. already violence against dalits is breaking out again. the upper caste monsters are threatening media, people and other political parties from entering hathras otherwise they will be killed.
don’t let this issue die. it represents everything wrong with my rotten country. please it’s a request.
and tumblr - tumblr up.