I have always has a penchant for sizeable bathrooms, probably because I have spent all my childhood within the confines of a large ‘Kothi’ albeit I had the dingiest room in it!
My dingy little room did not have its attached bath since it was connected to another room. Being the OCD child that I am, I cannot stand wading in a wet bathroom, or having the toothpaste squeezed from the top, or not leaving the bathroom seat down etc. So I had no other option but to waddle my teeny arse to the master bedroom, which had been converted into a sitting room way back!
Being the bath attached to the master bedroom, it was damn large with an attached changing room inside it!
Now I don’t know about you, but I like my privacy and personal space. And the fact is, you can bolt your door, retreat in your den or launch of to Jupiter, someone will always knock on your door, or ask you 20 questions as to why you want to be alone.
But a bathroom is just the perfect place to be. Firstly, you detox and secondly, and most importantly, no one comes knocking or asks you questions ( I know some of you will beg to differ, but can I help it if you live with uncouth people).
It’s so relaxing, that I actually has a book cabinet installed, got a cushy cover on the pots seat so I could sit for hours and indulge in a long, silent Bathroom Nirvana!
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Gibber-ish
When you’re looking for trust, look for the celebration that is phosphorus and then it will glow and proclaim that perhaps it wasn’t shagged to death in a tumult of deathliness that would soon be the undoing of a matron who was monitoring the halls in the hope that a sergeant from the infantry division of the unit from WWII would be along shortly and present her with pork sausages and eggs(on the sunny side up, of course) and then they would indulge themselves in a mad and passionate burping contest whose sounds would haunt the hollowed halls of the very institution for many days. And perhaps one day, a young student would lean gently against the wall and in a rare moment of silence, hear the echo of the actions past, between the matron and the much decorated war veteran.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Curt-sy
Seriously!
What’s wrong with people these days?
For all their parents rant about being well bred, none of them have the basic etiquette that makes a human being.
No one returns phone calls or picks them or answers to messages. What’s more they refuse to tell you what they are thinking about you to your face. Sure they’d probably offend us but wouldn’t you rather be offended than fooled?
And when it comes to manners, don’t even get me started on road manners. Cultural capital of the world indeed!
If I ever find that no good rascal/ette who invented the wheel, I’m going to kick him/her in the crotch!
Had they any sense of what havoc the wheel would have caused, I’m sure they would have burnt the blueprints.
But that’s not to say that I’m a perfect gentleman on the roads. Far from it. But I do have the courtesy to wait for a person to reverse his car instead of squeezing my car inches away from his fender and so on and forth.
In fact, more than the car drivers, who are certified louts! I hate the bikers. These turds like to squeeze in the any possible space that they can see. Almost if they are physically trying to disprove the laws of mathematics, physics and assorted sciences. I mean really, if they could see the butt crack of a guy in front of them, they’d try to squeeze in there too. Much to the delight of the pedestrians I’m sure.
Which brings me to the pedestrians. I mean seriously. You don’t even need to go to class X to know how to cross the street. And just in case you didn’t know how to, it’s not by holding your hand up to the incoming traffic and then strolling across.
With the number of numbnuts in the city increasing every day, I think a permit to be a pedestrian is in order.
I would go on and complain but my wrist is aching. I’m not too much of a long body copy guy!
What’s wrong with people these days?
For all their parents rant about being well bred, none of them have the basic etiquette that makes a human being.
No one returns phone calls or picks them or answers to messages. What’s more they refuse to tell you what they are thinking about you to your face. Sure they’d probably offend us but wouldn’t you rather be offended than fooled?
And when it comes to manners, don’t even get me started on road manners. Cultural capital of the world indeed!
If I ever find that no good rascal/ette who invented the wheel, I’m going to kick him/her in the crotch!
Had they any sense of what havoc the wheel would have caused, I’m sure they would have burnt the blueprints.
But that’s not to say that I’m a perfect gentleman on the roads. Far from it. But I do have the courtesy to wait for a person to reverse his car instead of squeezing my car inches away from his fender and so on and forth.
In fact, more than the car drivers, who are certified louts! I hate the bikers. These turds like to squeeze in the any possible space that they can see. Almost if they are physically trying to disprove the laws of mathematics, physics and assorted sciences. I mean really, if they could see the butt crack of a guy in front of them, they’d try to squeeze in there too. Much to the delight of the pedestrians I’m sure.
Which brings me to the pedestrians. I mean seriously. You don’t even need to go to class X to know how to cross the street. And just in case you didn’t know how to, it’s not by holding your hand up to the incoming traffic and then strolling across.
With the number of numbnuts in the city increasing every day, I think a permit to be a pedestrian is in order.
I would go on and complain but my wrist is aching. I’m not too much of a long body copy guy!
Sunday, February 8, 2009
The Emotional Equation
The equation changes. Once you add a factor, no matter how small, the equation changes. And sometimes the change can be phenomenal.
Can emotions be judged by mathematics? Most would beg to differ, as would I. But even in the world of emotions, mathematics plays a very important role.
The equation that is presented to us may just be part of the equation that is presented to someone else or vice versa.
So one has to judge based on the sum of all equations and not just the equation that is ours.
Every moment life brings something new and the equation changes, even if the answer is right.
Just like calculus, where even if you get the right answer, it doesn’t mean that the equation has stopped. It just means that we have.
And in all the mathematics of emotions you have to wonder, do we change with equations or do equations change with us?
But even as we wonder, the equation changes.
Can emotions be judged by mathematics? Most would beg to differ, as would I. But even in the world of emotions, mathematics plays a very important role.
The equation that is presented to us may just be part of the equation that is presented to someone else or vice versa.
So one has to judge based on the sum of all equations and not just the equation that is ours.
Every moment life brings something new and the equation changes, even if the answer is right.
Just like calculus, where even if you get the right answer, it doesn’t mean that the equation has stopped. It just means that we have.
And in all the mathematics of emotions you have to wonder, do we change with equations or do equations change with us?
But even as we wonder, the equation changes.
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