Hey
I gotta blog it out before I forget anything..lolz..
My bro and I have just come back from seeing the Russell Peters(RP) show. It was mad!! For one, I havent stopped swearing from the time I stepped out of the arena.
The guy is a genius. He is spontaneous, he picks on folks from the audience and pokes fun at them (good only if u aint one of them!) So he started kidding with one of the 'goras' we had- he was a Zimbabwean and had come with his Indian girlfriend and RP started off by saying," See I knew whites would fuck around everywhere!" and then went on to joke about him having a black girl back in Zimbabwe, and a Chinese girl in Hongkong-some shit.. But just the way he says it, makes it hilarious! He asked a girl her name and she said its Wadia, and he started off on 'Whaddya doing?' Pure crap, utter bullshit....
He made some freaking stupid jokes about wanting to see quality Indian porn and having the Bollywood actresses in it.. And comparisons of folks with big dicks and small (and how the smallies- I just invented the word- work that much harder than the biggies, and that the two most populous countries in the world are points in case!) He also bullshited about 'hairy' Indians and how he shaves his balls off- coz it makes his dick look bigger! Then there was some crap about Indian being the cheapest- even cheaper than the Jews, and it went on and on
We were laughing all the way and it was awesome fun- not recommended for the stiff necked and sophisticated and kids without guidance! lolz
P.S.: There was also some crap about Punjabis in Canada and how, like each language has its thing, Punjabi having it as swearing..great fun..maiyava, penchod!!
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Fair Deal
Hey
This came to me a couple of days back when a friend and I went to eat out for two days in a row. And I asked myself, "Whats the fairest deal (financially)?"
As it was the two of us eating- the gut answer was, "Compare the bill amounts for the two days-if the amounts are equal and each one pays one day each-it is a fair deal" But it isnt
A fair deal would be when I spend on my accomplice as much as he has spent (or would spend) on me. If these two sets of amounts are equal-then its a fair deal.
I know someone might think its stupid to be blogging about it, but what else can I say but- FUCK OFF! lolz
This came to me a couple of days back when a friend and I went to eat out for two days in a row. And I asked myself, "Whats the fairest deal (financially)?"
As it was the two of us eating- the gut answer was, "Compare the bill amounts for the two days-if the amounts are equal and each one pays one day each-it is a fair deal" But it isnt
A fair deal would be when I spend on my accomplice as much as he has spent (or would spend) on me. If these two sets of amounts are equal-then its a fair deal.
I know someone might think its stupid to be blogging about it, but what else can I say but- FUCK OFF! lolz
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Missed a connection in London
This is actually a post I wrote some days back and couldnt post it earlier.. So here it goes.
So I was at the Finsbury Park station at 8:58am today (11th Feb) to catch my train to Newark (from where I'd take a bus to Doncaster from where I will get a train to Edinburgh; man its a journey!!). And I thought I had reached in the nick of time.
Well, as life would have it it wasnt to be a 'regular' journey. Our train was to come to Finsbury Park and there were about 30-odd folks at the station with me. And of course, the train was to stop. But it didnt.
Funny. It really was. The Public Announcement system announced the coming of our train and it came, and went. Everyone just started looking at each other, some surprised and some shocked.We asked the station master to let us know what that was about and he said the train was supposed to stop there but he didnt know why it chose to skip the station. Well, as they say, "Bade bade desho mein aisi chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hain":) (In big countries
small acts like these keep happening)
So I was at the Finsbury Park station at 8:58am today (11th Feb) to catch my train to Newark (from where I'd take a bus to Doncaster from where I will get a train to Edinburgh; man its a journey!!). And I thought I had reached in the nick of time.
Well, as life would have it it wasnt to be a 'regular' journey. Our train was to come to Finsbury Park and there were about 30-odd folks at the station with me. And of course, the train was to stop. But it didnt.
Funny. It really was. The Public Announcement system announced the coming of our train and it came, and went. Everyone just started looking at each other, some surprised and some shocked.We asked the station master to let us know what that was about and he said the train was supposed to stop there but he didnt know why it chose to skip the station. Well, as they say, "Bade bade desho mein aisi chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hain":) (In big countries
small acts like these keep happening)
Saturday, February 17, 2007
When Bad is Good
Yeah! Sounds ironic, doesnt it?
Well, let me elucidate. On my way back from the Glasgow to Bangalore on 12th Feb, Emirates didnt have a good connection available. So I landed in Dubai on 12th mid-night and my flight
to Bangalore was 13th night aroung 9pm. So they arranged for my stay in a hotel and gave me no choice! So well, I had to stay in the hotel which I got for free and chilled out in Dubai's malls.
Well, there you go- a bad connection, I was put up and taken care of well-wasnt that bad, huh?
P.S.: Did I mention that it was only during my stay in the Dubai hotel did I take a bath after some 4 days? You cant afterall get everything, can you? And maybe Bad isnt that good
afterall, what say? :D
Friday, February 09, 2007
The Butter Chicken here is nice
Well here I am. Writing from Nottingham! I had a good day today, 8th Feb. It snowed in the morning and it was the first time I saw snow falling in person (outside of the telly tube) and it was so darn pretty. If you haven’t seen a snow fall you have been missing something in life so far. So add it to your list of things to do before you die;)
So I got to the office and we had a Quarterly review with one of my suppliers and it went ok. And I got back after the day's work and decided to eat at 'Chutney', the Indian restaurant near the Nottingham Castle. I ordered a Butter Chicken and a Nan. The food was yum as usual and it was still snowing outside. I had a seat besides the glass wall facing the street and the view made the whole experience even more scenic. After I was through a guy came and sat at the table next to mine and nodded and smiled at me. I returned the gesture.
He had white hair and must have been in his forties and was wearing a brown jacket. He was holding the menu and pointing at it asked me,"Whats good here?"
"What kinda food you like? Spicy or not so spicy?", I asked back. "Just about ok", he said.
"I'd recommend Butter Chicken. And ask them to not make it too spicy", I suggested. He browsed through the menu and asked,"But where is it on the menu? I cant find it"
"It isnt there. But they prepare it. I just had it", I smiled, pointing to my empty plate and the 'kadai'. The gentleman raised his brows, curled his lips in an inverted U shape and nodded at my tip. And then nodding again, smiled, and said, "Thanks."
"No probs", I retorted, a smile still on my face.
I then nodded to a waiter nearby. When he came standing next to me I streched my neck towards his ear and said in a loud enough voice to reach the next table," The food was great. Can I have my bill please? And I have just recommended the Butter Chicken of this place here to our man there. Do take good care of him." I then shot a glance short enough for me to catch a glimse of smile on that guy and it somehow made me feel happy.
After a while the waitress, who is a usual there, came and brought the machine to charge my credit card. And when I asked for the charge slip for gratuity, she turned it down, reasoning "I am very happy that you ate here. I wont accept any gratuity from you today". I smiled and promised a greater tip the next time and she replied with a smile on a blushed face. Which made me wonder, if I am waitress guy. She was giggling too much and was obviously seemed interested. And last trip's Subway memories havent yet gone away. So....Anyways.
But I am writing this to just highlight the one part of the day where a complete stranger asked me for an advice on what to eat, took it (yes, I made it a point to overhear when he placed his order, to check if he did order Butter chicken or not), and it was all so cool.
I cant imagine going to a restaurant back in India and asking a stranger what to eat and, you know, be so casual about it all. It was so cool. I think this informality, yet non-intrusiveness is appealing to me and I have seen it with not just one but many folks here. I liked it and maybe next time when I am in a foreign/unknown space I will look around too, and ask for whats
best in the house:)
Cheers mate!!
So I got to the office and we had a Quarterly review with one of my suppliers and it went ok. And I got back after the day's work and decided to eat at 'Chutney', the Indian restaurant near the Nottingham Castle. I ordered a Butter Chicken and a Nan. The food was yum as usual and it was still snowing outside. I had a seat besides the glass wall facing the street and the view made the whole experience even more scenic. After I was through a guy came and sat at the table next to mine and nodded and smiled at me. I returned the gesture.
He had white hair and must have been in his forties and was wearing a brown jacket. He was holding the menu and pointing at it asked me,"Whats good here?"
"What kinda food you like? Spicy or not so spicy?", I asked back. "Just about ok", he said.
"I'd recommend Butter Chicken. And ask them to not make it too spicy", I suggested. He browsed through the menu and asked,"But where is it on the menu? I cant find it"
"It isnt there. But they prepare it. I just had it", I smiled, pointing to my empty plate and the 'kadai'. The gentleman raised his brows, curled his lips in an inverted U shape and nodded at my tip. And then nodding again, smiled, and said, "Thanks."
"No probs", I retorted, a smile still on my face.
I then nodded to a waiter nearby. When he came standing next to me I streched my neck towards his ear and said in a loud enough voice to reach the next table," The food was great. Can I have my bill please? And I have just recommended the Butter Chicken of this place here to our man there. Do take good care of him." I then shot a glance short enough for me to catch a glimse of smile on that guy and it somehow made me feel happy.
After a while the waitress, who is a usual there, came and brought the machine to charge my credit card. And when I asked for the charge slip for gratuity, she turned it down, reasoning "I am very happy that you ate here. I wont accept any gratuity from you today". I smiled and promised a greater tip the next time and she replied with a smile on a blushed face. Which made me wonder, if I am waitress guy. She was giggling too much and was obviously seemed interested. And last trip's Subway memories havent yet gone away. So....Anyways.
But I am writing this to just highlight the one part of the day where a complete stranger asked me for an advice on what to eat, took it (yes, I made it a point to overhear when he placed his order, to check if he did order Butter chicken or not), and it was all so cool.
I cant imagine going to a restaurant back in India and asking a stranger what to eat and, you know, be so casual about it all. It was so cool. I think this informality, yet non-intrusiveness is appealing to me and I have seen it with not just one but many folks here. I liked it and maybe next time when I am in a foreign/unknown space I will look around too, and ask for whats
best in the house:)
Cheers mate!!
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