Showing posts with label vetti/vella. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vetti/vella. Show all posts

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Guess who's back

As far as I know, there are only four people who have read this apology for a blog, three of whom are her, her and my current blogger crush, her. Lest I should lose my very limited readership, I have decided to make a re-entry.

The thing is, what I write, is nowhere near as interesting or entertaining as what I say, or do. I’m funny in an observing activity, then commenting about it sort of way. Very funny, if I may say so myself. But this, funny business on the internet is just not my thing.

The past month’s theme has been ennui - it’s been tiresome and boring. I have spent it around two persons on the wrong side of fifty & have on two occasions met people my age. (And for a couple of days my brother) Now my parents are not the sort one can have fun with, nor are they the sort who are content to be ignored. They make it their business to have their heads up my ass with the whole sleep at 10:30 wake up at 6:30 nonsense, and the get your driving license & passport and the lets go out (which with them, is rather torturous) and the why can’t you study and the why do you want to work in this Krishnamurthy and why not PSU and company like X cousin (that they prefer me not to associate too much with X because of her lifestyle is of course not relevant here) agenda.  A complete list of matters to their dissatisfaction (especially my mother’s) include:

What is this tail in your hairstyle, kudumi maadri iruku. To which I replied: “veccha kudumi, siraiccha mottai”.
Why can’t you wear jeans? Why these shorts and funny, funny harems?
Why are you insisting on working in Bangalore? Why not here with us in Delhi? We’ll get you a car, driver and everything you earn will be pocket money.
If you don’t want to study why did you enrol in the CS course? (How does one explain that 40 marks are good enough, 90 is absolutely unnecessary and a colossal waste of time & effort?)
Don’t put photos on facebook, someone will see & see like X, you’ll also have problems. Why do you want to get a bad name?
I don’t care about others, Mudaliars are very conservative. Since you are not finding for yourself, I only have to & if you continue to behave like this you’ll get a very bad name in the community.

Now I’m thanking my stars that in 10 days I’m off to Bangalore, where I have plenty of work. I need to find a house, furnish that crap, figure out how to get to work in under 50 rupees a day (it’ll be around a month before I get my car), get gas, internet and all. Tumba kelsa.
Really this Delhi is such a shit city no, I could write a whole book on why I hate it. But that is worthy of having its own post. Suffice to say that I hate it from the bottom of my heart.

Saturday, December 26, 2009

The massacre of the Queen's tongue

Very random this post is, because I have nothing (or too much) to say, but I feel that I must blog. I realise I've spent more time on pimping up my blog than actually contributing any matter.

Topic #1: North Indian English (my pet topic. Also I know that this blog has a predominance of South Indian readers whom I am hoping will join in): Anyhoo, it just pisses me off so much that northies make fun of southie english and then insist that there is no "north indian accent". According to them, there is an Indian accent and there is a south Indian accent. One would imagine, South India isn't part of the whole deal. One really should get my grandmom started on this topic. Surrounded by marus, sindhis and punjabis, she isn't really big on the whole united India thing. To quote her exact words " I hate them from the bottom of my heart."

Anyway, North Indian grammatical faux pas:

1) Not knowing words that indicate plural from those that indicate singular.: "I bought many stuffs at MK Retail." People, I implore you. Stuff is already plural. You cannot pluralise something that is already plural. Much like fish, sheep and hair. "Such beautiful hairs you have yaar!"

2) The whole tomorrow/ yesterday confusion: "Can you please give me day before tomorrows papers?"

3) Direct translation from Hindi: "Close the fan." "I came from bus." "Oh! She has gone on her mother." "She is standing on the door." On the door? Really? Like a pigeon? I could go on, but you get the idea.

4) And my favourite. The pronunciation: "I only use EX deo." "Arey yaar, my AXE, Rahul na, I tall you." "See na, my taddy beer". "I am sitting on my deks" "I have to aks you something."

5) Complete murder of has/have, doesn't/don't: "she doesn't has any brains". "he have my book". "He say that he doesn't has/don't have it." And various permutations and combinations of the same.

Topic #2: English south of the Vindhyas: South Indian English is funny as fuck. Just less annoying because of the lack of arrogance and "I'm so smart and cool coz i'm Singh and Akshay Kumar have said "Singh is King"ness".

1)The whole z and s confusion: "Very bissy ya I am. So more work prezzure is there no."

2) ello, ello, dirty fellow: Res ipsa loquitor.

3) Yes/esss: "Chumma don't do timepass. Tell esss or no." "Aye write spelling ya, YES- YAA- K-H-T-I"
In the same vein- ya, vo, yell.....

4)Malayali special. Not/note: "I want a not on Finance Bill, 2009." "Why Karthik is note letting Tendulkar make hundred?"

Please feel free dear reader, to pitch in.

Friday, November 27, 2009

randoms



Since right now I have so much to blog about, typically none of it is coming out. So I'm just doing one those random tag things which secretly I absolutely love doing.

8 TV shows I like to watch
The L Word
Family Guy
South Park
Grey's Anatomy
Gossip Girl
Greek
Private Practice
Flash Forward

8 things I love about winter
Sweaters/ Jackets/ Warm Clothing
Not having to take 5 baths a day

The cold
Hot chai
Cuddling under the razai with the underbelt on
The wintery feeling

8 things I'm passionate about
Women's rights


Gay rights
Cricket
Running/Fitness
Writing
Reading

8 bands
Metallica

Iron Maiden
Judas Priest
Within Temptation
Bhayanak Maut
Sepultera
Pantera
Pearl Jam

8 songs
Under a glass moon- Dream Theatre


Burn- Anoushka Shankar/Karsh Kale
Vellai Pookal- Kannathil Muthamittal
Njan Aara- Avial
Blunt- Wild strawberries
Ee bhoomi- Swarathma
Rasiya- Kurbaan
Aitebaar-Zeb & Haniya
The Gallery- Dark Tranquility

8 movies
City of Angels
Eternal Sunshine of the spotless mind
Monster
Boys don't cry
Alai Payuthey
Kannathil Muthamittal
My blueberry nights
Brokeback mountain
Zubeidaa
Fire
Bandit queen
Atonement