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You come across a variety of different sorts of people everyday. That’s not necessarily a bad thing. It’s just, well, they’re all substantially different. Some people you meet, you’re definitely “cooler than”, so you inherently know you can do better. In a “there is no way you could possibly want to be with them forever”… Continue reading Classes of People
ACT I – Ensures his place in hell A geek was at a government office earlier today wading through piles of bureaucratic nonsense to achieve one of those simple tasks (the details of which are obscured citing privacy concerns) one achieves at a government office. Anyway, a couple of hours into his wait, he sees… Continue reading Geek in a government office
– It turns out that the hole in my ear, though not visible, could be felt. After a lot of general probing in the area, some (moderately painful) poking around, and no blood spillage later, I’ve got my earring on again, with help. Apparently, women magically know this sort of thing, and men are disadvantaged… Continue reading Arbitrary life notes
Way too. I had trouble with my credit card’s magnetic strip a while back on this vendor’s reader. I had then applied for a new card after listening to this speech from the old bank lady as to how men don’t take care of their stuff as well as women, and how I wouldn’t have… Continue reading Way too much excitement
I just got back from dinner with three women. Now the conversation kept veering toward things like how many women faculty there are in our departments, where they are in their career, how hard things might have been at various earlier points in their careers and so on. Now my question is this. In fields… Continue reading Random thought
[Halfway through typing up last night’s post, I realized I had at least three quite unrelated thoughts I was trying to cram into one block of text. Before I probably do something similar today, I’d like to say in my defence that it was almost 2 A.M when I typed that up, and I wasn’t… Continue reading My Big Mouth—Reprise
[I’m going to be leaving for a talk soon. Which means I have to do things so that I have something to talk about. Which means I am not going to be updating this place for a while. Which means things aren’t going to be too different from how they’ve been in the recent past.]… Continue reading My big mouth
I have a very strong belief system. Though I consider myself an annoyingly rational person, I also seem to have unexplainably strong faith in things that don’t necessarily fall under the realm of reason. At times, I am oddly superstitious, and I won’t blame you if you find my antics laughable. For obvious reasons (maintaining… Continue reading Karma, the balance law
I’ve really got nothing to say. Being annoying-roommate-free is good, but being unable to afford the basic necessities like broadbroadbroadband sucks. If someone knows one of those easy-to-rob bank places I’ve been hearing so much about, please drop me a line. I have a ton of shopping left to do. Speaking of a ton of… Continue reading I can’t do this
Not so recent background: I was talking to my mom when I was back home about “marriage and stuff”. By which I mean I was mentioning classmates getting married and what not. That slowly led to a lot of “stuff” that’s not really pertinent to the discussion here. Anyhoo, that ended with her vehemently declaring… Continue reading Marriages — Moms’ eye view
Not a very talented one, but a painter none the less. No, not the Rembrandt kinds, the kinds that given a wall and suitable supplies can give it a relatively uniform colour. It all began with a rather innocuous e-mail forwarded by our favourite incessant-forwarder, Louise. The original mail was from Ryan, a grad student… Continue reading I am a painter
that made me rich. Well, richer. Dear Sir/Madam, My journey originated at Detroit Metro (DTW) (on flight NW68 ) and my travel route to Chennai involved stops at Amsterdam and Mumbai. I arrived at Mumbai late Tuesday (the 15th of June) evening on Northwest Airlines (flight NW42) from Amsterdam to find my luggage missing. I… Continue reading The letter to the airline people
There are some things that bother me about shows like queer eye for the straight guy. I mean, just what do these guys know that normal people do not? (apart from the 73 grades of table cloth and the appropriate occassion for each’s use, I mean). Every single time they get to “transform” a guy… Continue reading Straight eye for the blind guy
Today was, well, quite awesome. The feeling of being abandoned is slowly being morphed to a sort of free. (Imagine the puppet in that wireless laptop ad running around the lawn all unthetered.) I’m not happy happy. I just feel.. free. Not accountable. I’m slowly regaining control over my own happiness. And I’m a surprisingly… Continue reading Learn to fly
I’ve tried really hard to avoid writing about this, but I’m apparently not the king of self control I make myself out to be. Obviously, standard stupidity disclaimers apply, IAJAG*. I spent some time in the mall today, and with the amazing pastel and floral spring line up for little girls, I just stood there… Continue reading Imminent redundancy