29/05/2009, Friday...
Of late i've developed a strong dislike for the word 'cool' (and also for its counterpart 'hot'). Everytime a boy (guy) or a girl (gal) delivers this word, my dislike grows stronger.The word is synonymous with 'good' or may be something else but that is what i made out of it. The word, kind of, epitomizes the urban youth.
The gilded youth of today - the late to bed and late to rise youth, the youth whose vitality lies with the 'touchscreen' , 3G compatible handsets(and those who don't have them,long for them), the i-pod youth, the Gucci and Kelvin Kleine youth(and not to mention those who pile up the cheaper alternatives to them, equally 'cool'..), the gals with "sartorial plights" (shorter the clothing, more expensive it is and more importantly cooler or maybe hotter (don't know) is the girl), the youth that regularly uses the words: fuck (guys), cheap (gals),etc., the 'boyfriend-girlfriend' youth, the disc going,pub going youth - are completely antithetic to what they are trying to imitate and what they are trying to achieve. The subtopia - the shopping malls, the multiplexes, the fast food chains... - is thronged by these vacuous urbanites. I used to think that hedonism is on the horizon, but it isn't, it's already there and is being accentuated by the media.
Not just the youth, there is an ever increasing number of 'cool parents' who want their children to be 'modern' and at the same time they want to conserve in them the rituals of past,the rituals of religion and the filial piety. The number of people going to temples and those involved in religious activities is on a rise and so is the number of homeless old age people and the crimes against the old.I fail to understand that why people travel hundreds of miles or stay awake for nights to please a Jagdambe Ma or a Santoshi Ma when their own Ma is on her deathbed counting her last breaths.
Celibacy is on a rise and so are the number of rape cases.
Fraternity is being subdued by the bonhomie fratricide of today.
I am tired of this cool new generation of Indian westerners, of the vague, undressed and tumultous utopian vanity of this cool gen X.
I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... n i still don't...)
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The diabolic 93rd minute and a ghoulish "anglophile"....
7/5/2009, Thursday...
An Arsenal fan, wearing an Arsenal jersey, in Nairobi, hanged himself to death after the gunners lost to Manchester United in the UEFA Champions League semi final 2nd leg at the Emirates. He was apparently, very disturbed with his team's performance.
But what are we, die-hard, Chelsea fans supposed to do ? We were not disappointed with our team, our team didn't play badly but we lost... thanks to "SOME" egregious refereeing by the match incharge - Tom Ovrebo, who works as a referee in the Norway League.I wonder how he beacame a "referee" or is it even right to call him a "referee" - he never 'referred' to the linesmen nor did he pay any heed to the 'referrals' made to him by the blues.
With Michael Essien's 9th minute, left footed volley which was bulleted into the Barcelona's goal, began the 83 minute period for which i was so happy, the faith kept on increasing as the minutes were ticking away and the road to Rome - where, this time, we'd 've crushed the lucky bastards - seemed like a highway ride rather than a bumpy ride. But then in the 93rd minute, with just 1 minute remaining, as fate would have it, Iniesta blowed our dreams away with a goal for Barcelona. Heartbreak for me and for all the blues out there.. I couldn't believe what i just saw, the sight obfuscated me.
The Barcelona goal was totally fair, no arguments about that, but by the time they scored we could have been or rather should have been 3-0 or may be 4-0 up, but we were not, because of that tonsured scamp - the Norwegian referee - who seemed to have missed all the clear cut fouls in the penalty area, which even a cow could have spotted. But he didn't. His career as a referee should end here. The final in Rome is going to be a flop show with none of the teams deserving to be there(because even Man U, too, rode their luck as they 've been getting all the easy teams in their knock-out rounds, and i hate them any way...)
After the disaster, i tried to sleep but just couldn't, i was restless and my lips were continuously uttering newer and newer insults for the referee. After half n hour i decided to go for a stroll in the nearby park. When i entered the park a dog started lookin at me and a moment later started walking with me. For some time i didn't pay any attention to the creature walking beside me and i, along with him completed one lap of the park and then when i decided to return to my room i decided to say goodbye to him. I sat on my toes, very affectionately i put my left hand on his back and very lovingly called him by a nickname and shook my right hand with, the equally willing, toe of his right fore limb. And the nickname was - TOM (OVREBO)......!!
I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... n i still don't...)
An Arsenal fan, wearing an Arsenal jersey, in Nairobi, hanged himself to death after the gunners lost to Manchester United in the UEFA Champions League semi final 2nd leg at the Emirates. He was apparently, very disturbed with his team's performance.
But what are we, die-hard, Chelsea fans supposed to do ? We were not disappointed with our team, our team didn't play badly but we lost... thanks to "SOME" egregious refereeing by the match incharge - Tom Ovrebo, who works as a referee in the Norway League.I wonder how he beacame a "referee" or is it even right to call him a "referee" - he never 'referred' to the linesmen nor did he pay any heed to the 'referrals' made to him by the blues.
With Michael Essien's 9th minute, left footed volley which was bulleted into the Barcelona's goal, began the 83 minute period for which i was so happy, the faith kept on increasing as the minutes were ticking away and the road to Rome - where, this time, we'd 've crushed the lucky bastards - seemed like a highway ride rather than a bumpy ride. But then in the 93rd minute, with just 1 minute remaining, as fate would have it, Iniesta blowed our dreams away with a goal for Barcelona. Heartbreak for me and for all the blues out there.. I couldn't believe what i just saw, the sight obfuscated me.
The Barcelona goal was totally fair, no arguments about that, but by the time they scored we could have been or rather should have been 3-0 or may be 4-0 up, but we were not, because of that tonsured scamp - the Norwegian referee - who seemed to have missed all the clear cut fouls in the penalty area, which even a cow could have spotted. But he didn't. His career as a referee should end here. The final in Rome is going to be a flop show with none of the teams deserving to be there(because even Man U, too, rode their luck as they 've been getting all the easy teams in their knock-out rounds, and i hate them any way...)
After the disaster, i tried to sleep but just couldn't, i was restless and my lips were continuously uttering newer and newer insults for the referee. After half n hour i decided to go for a stroll in the nearby park. When i entered the park a dog started lookin at me and a moment later started walking with me. For some time i didn't pay any attention to the creature walking beside me and i, along with him completed one lap of the park and then when i decided to return to my room i decided to say goodbye to him. I sat on my toes, very affectionately i put my left hand on his back and very lovingly called him by a nickname and shook my right hand with, the equally willing, toe of his right fore limb. And the nickname was - TOM (OVREBO)......!!
I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... n i still don't...)
Saturday, May 2, 2009
A DOGmatic answer to the nature's call...
2/5/2009, Saturday...
Today, me and my friend went to PVR Prashant Vihar in the hope of finding a movie to watch, so that we could waste our 3 hours and hoped against all hopes, that we won't realize that we've been wasting time from the past three hours.
The movie ticket was worth Rs.150 (only...!) and owing to the "(widespread) budgetary problems that we are facing nowadays", we decided against the futile action. All's Well That Ends Well...
When we were standing in a nearby parking lot, i saw something which looked like "some-thing" to me..! A black stray dog was sniffing and tinkering around.He started sniffing the cars in the parking lot one-by-one.To my amazement, the cars were parked in the increasing order of their costs.And the dog was also sniffing the cars in that order. From the nadir, to the zenith, he sniffed them all and what he did in the end was indeed scrupulous, pragmatic and expedient - he lifted his hind limb, and with an air of panache, relieved himself onto the most expensive car...!!
A must know and a must have in the various paraphernalia of the economists...!!
I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... n i still don't...)
:)
Today, me and my friend went to PVR Prashant Vihar in the hope of finding a movie to watch, so that we could waste our 3 hours and hoped against all hopes, that we won't realize that we've been wasting time from the past three hours.
The movie ticket was worth Rs.150 (only...!) and owing to the "(widespread) budgetary problems that we are facing nowadays", we decided against the futile action. All's Well That Ends Well...
When we were standing in a nearby parking lot, i saw something which looked like "some-thing" to me..! A black stray dog was sniffing and tinkering around.He started sniffing the cars in the parking lot one-by-one.To my amazement, the cars were parked in the increasing order of their costs.And the dog was also sniffing the cars in that order. From the nadir, to the zenith, he sniffed them all and what he did in the end was indeed scrupulous, pragmatic and expedient - he lifted his hind limb, and with an air of panache, relieved himself onto the most expensive car...!!
A must know and a must have in the various paraphernalia of the economists...!!
I don't know what 've i written and why 've i done that. I don't know if anyone can ever interconnect my sporadic thoughts.I don't know if someone will ever try to. But do i care ?? ... i never did... n i still don't...)
:)
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