Underwear marathon

Don’t you get tired of running? Running and running. Have to go to work, have to do the laundry, have to keep the house clean, have to pay bills and then before you realize, you run out of underwear and have to go through the same cycle again.
I have my calculator by my side. I sleep around 7 hours a day, I drive to work, work and all for the next 11 hours. I need another 2-3 hours for daily chores. I have a fucking measly 3 hours to do everything else. Basically, I am doing all my shit for the whole day so that I can get the best out of those 2-3 hours. I want to eat the best food, live in the best place and have all the best gadgets for those measly 3 hours. I am a fucking idiot.
Money money. If you ask me, Satan created this whole fabric of life. I want to spend time with my wife, my parents and my niece. It’s like a fucking bonus to do that. You are held captive by the daily shit in life just because you don’t have enough of the greens. So fuck you world for creating this fuck all life.

Just a thought

I wanted to write about curious gawkers reaction on his blog but didn’t want to take away too much of his space with my rabid rambling. Reading his blog is a part of my daily ritual. I think many people do the same.
He seems to be very passionate about his writing and has stuck to it on almost a religious basis. A guy like gawker is using his blog to air his innermost views about issues that arouse a reaction. Today’s post was a strong response to the situation in UP where the idiotic minister issued a bounty on the Danish cartoonist.
All I can say that he has a gift and he has to make use of it. He has to make use of that wit, that logic and that reasoning power. Gawker is also one lazy asshole like me. We have a lot in common. It is nice to see that he is waking up and actually voicing his opinions in a serious manner. We all know that a blog is not just a blog. Some Blogs have the power to convey the truth and when you have built yourself a credible situation like gawker has, its best to use it to try and make a difference.



http://www.curiousgawker.blogspot.com/

Its a Sony

I went and got myself a big 50 inch Sony SXRD (Silicon Crystal Reflective Display) TV. I am copying and pasting a review for kick’s sake.

“The wait is over. Videophiles who have followed the development of Sony's dazzling SXRD (Silicon Crystal Reflective Display) projection TV technology can now enjoy it without taking out a bank loan.
SXRD is a refined version of LCoS (Liquid Crystal on Silicon) display technology. The KDS-R50XBR1 uses Sony's newest high-definition SXRD image panels, each with 1920 x 1080 pixels — the highest resolution available. SXRD also boasts the highest "pixel density" of any TV available, as well as the tightest between-pixel spacing. The distance from the middle of one pixel to the middle of the next is only about 1/8 the width of a human hair! SXRD images possess jaw-dropping clarity, detail and depth, but the most striking quality is a silky smoothness that creates a more filmlike look.
The KDS-R50XBR1's exceptional color purity is one of the main advantages of using three SXRD image panels (one each for red, green, and blue signals). This 3-chip design ensures rich, radiant, rock-steady color. Sony's innovative Cinema Black Pro "dynamic iris" technology improves contrast and black level by reducing the TV's light output in dark scenes. A circuit continuously samples the brightness content of the video signal and adjusts the iris opening on the fly to deliver the best possible brightness, contrast, and black level.
This "Digital Cable Ready" TV can receive both over-the-air and cable high-definition TV signals without using a separate set-top box. To make the most of the built-in cable tuner, request a CableCARD from your local service provider. The CableCARD replaces the cable box, simplifying your hookup, providing a slightly better picture, and eliminating one remote control.
Before now, SXRD was only available in Sony's $30,000 Qualia™ 004 front projector and $13,000 Qualia 006 rear-projection TV (often hailed as the world's finest HDTV). With the KDS-R50XBR1, this groundbreaking technology can now be yours for a fraction of that cost. Once you've seen SXRD work its magic in your home theater, you may decide to stop paying to see movies at the local theater. It's that good”

I have realized that this blog documents my life on a regular basis and a few years later as I go back memory lane it will all be here unless blogspot decides to take it all away unless I pay up an obscene amount.
Monday morning. I would rather be home with my wife. Oh well, I need the money to pay for the TV. I better shut the hell up and work.

Random Shit

Some people are happily married. I am one of them. People ask me all the time how married life is treating me. How the fuck should it treat me? I lead my life like a normal person. My wife and me are getting to know each other on a daily basis even though we have been together for 6 years now and married 6 months. It’s an ongoing process. Some days you want to kill each other and some days you feel different.
My lower back seems to be hurting for the past few weeks. I think it is the basic inactivity of my life style. I am a trader by trade and tend to sit for long periods of time in front of the computer and on the phone. The only saving grace is I have a wireless headset, which affords me the luxury of walking around the huge office while conducting business. I have to move around more often though.
I read this great article on BBC about Mr. Tendulkar. Very well written. Here you go

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4711292.stm

Other than that, it has been a stressful week at work and I am looking forward to the weekend. I want to buy a big ass TV to watch my all star game on Sunday and also have a few beers. There is an aura of security, pleasantness, peace and tranquility surrounding me the past few weeks. Things could be better, but they could be a lot fucking worse and I will take this anytime to that.
Next weekend, I am off to Columbus with my wife. I am meeting with friends of mine after a long period of time. Well, at least it has been a while since all of us were together in one place. The last time we all met up, we were single (not married). This time a couple of us have wives and the other 2 don’t. The last time we met, we drank and smoked all the time and pretty much stuck to that agenda. This time, it will be different. We will be doing probably a movie, some good food and then a lot of talking. You kind of mellow down.
I am whiling away my time and hoping that Friday comes to an end. I am going to get some food for myself and then get back to some serious work for a few hours and then run home.

Fat Bob

I was a good-looking kid. I am 29 years old right now and look like I was good looking at one point of time. I am maybe 20 pounds over where I am supposed to be to look like Adonis. I don’t have the determination to work out like a pig and look like how I used to look. I have never accomplished anything out of the ordinary in life. I was thinking on these lines today as I was driving to work. My dress pants are a little tight
I have to do something about it. My wife who is quite a few years younger than me looks like a model with little or almost no fat. I on the other hand look like a big ass guy. I wasn’t like this when she met me. Women are different that way. I would freak out if my wife changed so much. She still loves me the same though. I have reached a weight where I told myself that if I ever reached would freak out and so something about it. I have gotten there and I have to do something about it. As I was telling my mom earlier today, I have never worked to get somewhere. It has always fallen into my lap and then when I have it, I work with it and try to excel in it. I am one of those guys who needs a plan and I will execute it. I can never ever formulate my own plan and execute it. This weight thing, I fucking have to create my own plan, stick to it and make it work. I don’t even want to look like Adonis again; I want to look decent and 10 pounds should probably do the job.

Happy Valentines Day

I am just writing because I want to get rid of the last post being my latest post. The Totowa experience wasn’t even a good one and I don’t want to leave it as the latest post. Just to keep people updated, they delivered the wrong fucking sofa. I didn’t realize cos I don’t pay attention to detail and I am an imbecile. My wife was out of town, came back on Saturday and she caught it immediately. We went to the store and he asked us to fuck off cos it was beyond the 72 hour window of exchange. So, let’s leave that story there.
Today is Valentines Day. Today is the day when Shiv Sena activists in Maharashtra and ABVP activists and BJP activists in Karnataka earn their paychecks. They come out of the woodwork condemning the west and its practices. They attack hallmark stores and scare the shit out of kids who are busy exchanging harmones and chocolates. Leave the damn kids alone and go back to shagging yourselves in your bedrooms. Most of these guys who are part of these groups are sexually frustrated individuals with a low self esteem thriving on attacking kids who are basically leading their lives.
Democracy gives you the power to lead your life as you want and these cocksuckers want to enroach on your freedom of expression. I was 18 years old 11 years ago and it was the same story then. You had these tikka bearing idiots running around like dogs on heat trying to disrupt sale of valentine greeting cards and attacking anyone or anything that propagated this day. Valentines doesn’t really bear any significance to me and has never ever done so. I love all my loved ones with the same passion everyday and don’t have any need for a day to love or express the love. But again, I have no problem with people celebrating the day either.
I did my high school and my pre university in Tumkur, which is a small pace near Bangalore. My folks sent me back to India to my mom’s place so that I could experience India and study in a safer atmosphere. Anyway, here I was in college one day just hanging out in class when a group of ABVP activists ( Akhila Bharat Vidyarthi Parishad- I might be wrong with the full form-it’s an all India student body) came into all our classrooms and dragged our asses out saying that it was a strike because the government had raised the fees. All these kids were from the Government College and here I was studying in a private college. I think they had raised the fees for the exams and these guys were all up in arms. I really didn’t care a fuck nor did my friends. We were from decent backgrounds and these things really didn’t bother us as we could afford it. Anways, we all got dragged out to the middle of the Town Square and were made to squat there. I had no choice but to sit down with all these guys who were waging a strike for the hike in the fees. At least we didn’t have to go to class is what I thought. The number was huge. As we sat around like fools not knowing exactly why we were there, a whole truck of cops turned up. There was some announcement on the speakers and the cops started belting the people sitting there. The fucking ABVP guys disappeared in a jiffy leaving us fools sitting there. Some of us didn’t react quickly enough. One of my good friends got a whack on his ass and he was writhing in pain like a pig. I was laughing and I was scared at the same time. I ran for my life.
My point is, these guys belonging to these organizations don’t really have any principles of their own. They are weak and desperate and use these organizations as a front to abuse more fortunate people. So ABVP or Shiv Sena, let people celebrate valentines or whatever the hell they want as far as they are not forming a cult and sodomizing kids. Live and let live.

totowa

After 2 weeks of drama, I finally ended up getting my furniture. They always look better in the showroom. In your living room they end up looking pretty ordinary.
Anyway, I got my furniture in. The whole day shall be explained in detail. I left work at around 3:45 in the afternoon as they were supposed to deliver it anytime between 4 and 8. So, I got home by 4:15 and then started flipping through different channels just to pass time for two things. The furniture delivery and then the nets game. Anyway, these idiots turn up at 6:30 in a truck and this one proclaims to me that I hope I know I have to pay 100 dollars in delivery. I said No amigo, I am not paying for jack shit. Call your office and they will tell you. So he ends up calling his boss who said that delivery would be free as they delivered freaking 2 weeks late. So both the grumpy amigos start unloading the truck and they get out the couch, love seat, dinette set, side tables and lamps. Thank god for those handy dollies. We never had those in India. With these dollies you can practically lug anything around the earth with practically little or no effort. So, the two amigos are yapping away to each other in Spanish and unloading stuff from the truck and then covering almost half a block with the dollies as my apartment is kind of in the interior. This whole thing took about half-hour. I was basically hanging around like a chuth opening and closing doors for them. They were pretty strong too. One of them was this “ I am godly looking and my shit doesn’t stink” kind of guy. Anyway screw them, they were carrying my furniture and doing my shit.
These guys take over my living room where they start unpacking all my new and pristine furniture. I was just sitting there not talking to them. I was watching them and watching the pre game show at the same time. So all the while these two dudes are yakking in Spanish and assembling the dining table and chairs. I was praying that they actually knew what they were doing. At the same time, they were unpacking all the stuff and leaving a mountain of cardboard, Styrofoam, Styrofoam bubbles and nails all over the place. I was still watching the game and didn’t bother much about what they were doing. They took about 45 minutes to unpack and assemble the table and chairs and I was drinking my OJ and watching the game. I even offered them OJ and they said they would have water. They must have felt that I was a wuss when I offered them OJ and must have then decided to pull a fast one on me. I am never one to question certain things and I accept it as it comes.
Here I am watching the nets playing the freaking pistons and the nets were playing well too. I was all excited about it. I was all set to give these guys a 40-buck tip too as I felt they were working hard and they deserved it. The pretty boy suddenly throws a googly at me. He says, “ You know that we don’t clear the garbage right?” I looked at him like someone slapped me on my face. Here I am watching my game and my apartment looks like it has been bombed but I am all cool about it cos I am under the assumption that these guys will clean up behind them. I get all pissed off but don’t show it. I say to myself, screw them and screw the 40-buck tip. I am keeping it and that’s what I did. I signed the paper work and after they fucked off, called dominos and ordered for my cheese, jalapeno and pineapple (it’s my favorite combination).
Anyway, I stuff myself with a medium, watch the nets beat the pistons. My living room in the meantime looks like how Saddam’s palace looked like after it was plundered. As I watch the game, it is working on the back of my mind. How the hell am I going to clean the place? Then, at 10 after the game I finally get to it. I start carrying all the boxes and crap out. It was freezing. It took me a good 5 trips to the dumpster which is behind the complex. After that I got to cleaning my living room. It was damn tough getting a hold of the Styrofoam bubbles. They were minute and a pain in the arse. I swept the place many times and was done probably by around 12:30. I went to sleep a tired man.
I was having lunch with a colleague of mine and telling her about what happened. She asked me if I was nuts. She said that it is company policy for any company delivering furniture to clear their shit and it has never ever happened to her. She asked me to call the furniture store and ask them their policy. I was pissed by then and I decided to call the store. Their company policy was to clear all the shit that they stripped off the furniture. These cock suckers basically decided to fuck around with the poor Indian guy who didn’t know jack fucking shit and decided that they wanted to go home early and hence didn’t want to clean the place up and hence told me that they were not responsible for it. Since then, I have made three calls to the store, fucked the assistant managers happiness, the managers happiness and some other sales guys happiness. I am not going to let it go at this. Maybe I have to call someone higher up and get something out of it. The manager said that he was going to do something about it. I doubt it. He was a chuth too. If you want to buy furniture, don’t ever go to this store in Totowa, NJ.