Of human bondage

Now I am a die hard Facebook games addict. I play Mafia Wars and love flexing muscle and saying in deep baritone “MAIN HOON DON!” Cough Cough – that baritone strained my vocal chords. I also play Farmville. I agree with Addy – If I could grow marijuana in my farm and sell it to the criminals in my Mafia famiglia, I would be awesome.

All pause a moment and admire my awesomeness in my perfect imaginary world …..

Sigh! Life does have a way of bringing us down with a thump.

About two months ago, Zynga – the blokes who run the show in Farmville announced a chicken coop expansion. It was chaos and mayhem with everyone clambering to get a larger chicken coop. I tried to get into my farm to join the fray – but I was locked out of my farm. Try as I may – I could not gain entry. I shed tears, sang a soulful dirge and said Alvida Farmville.

A week ago Zynga remembered little ole me. They sent me a mail telling me that they had waved their fairy wand and unwithered my crop of cotton and unlocked my farm magically. I clicked the link provided and was in my farm again. Happiness all around. Actually it made just li’ll ole me happy.

Now Zynga has a policy … Mafia Wars runs on the strength of your Mafia family. Large is everything – family planning be damned. Farmville runs on neighbours who fertilize your crop, and you fertilize their crop. You cant fertilize your own crop. Hmmm it sounds like pleasuring your own self. It aint allowed in Farmville. During my long absence a lot of my neighbours quit. So I decided to abandon them. I work in a manufacturing unit where productivity and streamlining is everything. I set about making my farm efficient and unfriended a whole lot of blokes.

One person took it rather personally. I sincerely apologize to my erstwhile neighbours. Its all in the name of business. If you should be annoyed with someone – blame Facebook. Blame Zynga too! It is in any case being blamed rightly and wrongly for everything including global warming and meteor falls.

Me – I am just a bit player growing tomatoes and carrots and dreaming of growing marijuana for my Mafia.

Women you should flee from

I got a whole lot of comments which (the polite ones at least) complained that I was sexist and that if any one went by my list – there would be no man left to date. The impolite ones I deleted so they need not concern us. I am not sexist – even though I know for a fact that women are more … oppressed, hard working, challenged and also tougher. It is the truth guys, deal with it.
However, one often comes upon certain women who are more ….. dangerous to a normal person’s sanity in many ways. Here is a quick profiling of such women

CRUELLA DE VILLE
This sort is scary and destructive. They are just plain evil. Oh they appear normal, but as you get closer and more familiar, one day you realize she is pure distilled evil. Make your escape … and oh! Cover your tracks, so that she can’t find you. If she does, she may just as well send you to jail on a trumped up charge. She is just the type …..

LADY SEE-SAW
This one will sure as hell send you to an early grave … or at the very least give you acidity induced by frustration. She takes one step left, retraces it, goes right, comes back. Actually the poor dear is so scared of doing something wrong or making you angry, she keeps see-sawing. If you get impatient, she will burst into tears or a tantrum or both. So you will have to curb your impatience while she tries to decide for hours what she wants to do, to wear or order.

MADAME JABBER YABBER
Of course you know what I am talking about. These are the ladies who are yapping constantly but have nothing substantial to say. It starts with “You know what Neena told me today, she and Kavita went on a sale and bought this lovely thing …. But oh it was much cheaper in Karol Bagh where there wasn’t even a sale” etc etc. You are so tempted to tell her to shut the eff up – but desist, otherwise the next half an hour will be spent grilling you as to why you are in such a nasty mood.
Dig yourself a trench and jump in, or practice transcendental meditation in her company. Never go on a second date.

MADEMOISELLE HIGH MAINTENANCE
I personally don’t live in such rarified atmosphere, but I have seen these lovelies from afar. Oh they are beautiful, they are delicate and they are so exquisite from their perfectly pedicured feet to their expensive hairdo. But kya karen, their needs are so expensive, they need the poor suckers they latch on to – just to meet these expenses. Of course they haven’t a clue on doing a day’s honest work to pay for what they need. It may just chip that perfectly done nail job …..

MADAM MOTOR MOUTH
Of course she is witty, she is intelligent and you really admire that zest for life and the gung ho quality. But you wish she would shut up at times. Here is news – she does not have an off button. It’s okay if you are hard of hearing, but if you are not …. It can be really grating on the nerves.

LADY WET BLANKET
Yeah life with such a woman can be quite a drag. She is never happy. Its as though she is scared to be happy because it just might turn bad. Anything, the meal, the movie, the trip can go sour with such a person around. Flee before she saps the very vitality out of you. I call this type the emotional parasite. They suck every happy thought out of your system.

WOMEN WHO MAKE YOU WISH WE HAD BURKHA AS MANDATORY DRESS CODE
Nothing wrong with them, they are very young inside. But sadly the outside has gone old. They should not dress up like teenagers but do so. It gets scary as they grow older and there is so much aging skin on display. It is cute in the beginning, but soon, you wish you had a bed sheet to carry with you so that you could cover her up to save yourself some embarrassment.

MADAME SNIFFLES
She is so emotional, so sensitive that you spend all your time with her on tenterhooks. You may say something that wounds her to the core and the tears start. I have a suggestion – get a whole lot of bubble wrap, pack her inside it so that she is safe and run for your life. Otherwise you will spend the rest of your life apologizing … for just about everything – including the famine in Africa that they are showing on TV.

G.I. JANE
She was born with a rolling pin in her hand and her quest is to look for battles. Anything you say or do will be held against you. Everything will be twisted, taken out of context and combat (unfair and nasty) will be waged. It may be exciting for a bit – but watching your word, your action and your back can get tiresome. Give her a miss.

MADAM MATRIMONY
Oh I am sure you have met her. She is desperate for shaadi. That is when she will come into her own. She just needs to get married to any one – even a jerk as long as he is earning and her parents say he is okay.
Ghar aisa hoga, curtains vaise hongey, bacchon ka naam yeh rakhengey etc etc. Five years into the marriage and after two kids, she will look at you as something the cat dragged in. And why not? You have fulfilled your role in her life – given her the home and kids! Now she feels you are a loser … but never mind, she will deal with it.
Hehehehe Serves you right for being a sucker!

Disclaimer : This post and the previous one are just the author’s observation, and the author is prone to hyperbole and exaggeration.

The new age for recruitment in the forces

I got this as a mail forward – and as is my custom I forwarded it to people
a. Who have a whacky sense of humor
b. Those who have spouses or parents in the forces
c. And since I am suicidal – to folk who are/have been in the forces.

Then Ramit mailed me back with this message

Ritu, share this on the blog with everyone! This is too good to be kept to ourselves! Please tell me you will! :) :) :)

So here goes

Drafting Guys Over 60

This is funny & obviously written by a Former Soldier…

New Direction for any war: Send Service Vets over 60!

I am over 60 and the Armed Forces thinks I’m too old to track down terrorists. You can’t be older than 42 to join the military. They’ve got the whole thing ass-backwards. Instead of sending 18-year olds off to fight, they ought to take us old guys. You shouldn’t be able to join a military unit until you’re at least 35.

For starters, researchers say 18-year-olds think about sex every 10 seconds. Old guys only think about sex a couple of times a day, leaving us more than 28,000 additional seconds per day to concentrate on the enemy.

Young guys haven’t lived long enough to be cranky, and a cranky soldier is a dangerous soldier. ‘My back hurts! I can’t sleep, I’m tired and hungry.’ We are impatient and maybe letting us kill some asshole that desperately deserves it will make us feel better and shut us up for awhile.

An 18-year-old doesn’t even like to get up before10am. Old guys always get up early to pee, so what the hell. Besides, like I said, I’m tired and can’t sleep and since I’m already up, I may as well be up killing some fanatical son-of-a-bitch.

If captured we couldn’t spill the beans because we’d forget where we put them. In fact, name, rank, and serial number would be a real brainteaser.

Boot camp would be easier for old guys.. We’re used to getting screamed and yelled at and we’re used to soft food. We’ve also developed an appreciation for guns. We’ve been using them for years as an excuse to get out of the house, away from the screaming and yelling.

They could lighten up on the obstacle course however. I’ve been in combat and never saw a single 20-foot wall with rope hanging over the side, nor did I ever do any pushups after completing basic training.

Actually, the running part is kind of a waste of energy, too. I’ve never seen anyone outrun a bullet.

An 18-year-old has the whole world ahead of him. He’s still learning to shave, to start a conversation with a pretty girl. He still hasn’t figured out that a baseball cap has a brim to shade his eyes, not the back of his head.

These are all great reasons to keep our kids at home to learn a little more about life before sending them off into harm’s way.

Let us old guys track down those dirty rotten coward terrorists. The last thing an enemy would want to see is a couple million pissed off old farts with attitudes and automatic weapons, who know that their best years are already behind them.

HEY!! How about recruiting Women over 50…in menopause!!! You think MEN have attitudes??
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, my God!!! If nothing else, put them on border patrol. They’ll have it secured the first night!

I have a dream … a fantasy

No this is not a blog post about Abba though the song is lovely ….

Mera sundar sapna is really simple … it invariably revolves around how to live a comfortable luxurious life without having to work for it. Remember that awesome song from Fiddler on the Roof … If I were a rich man? It was specifically written for people like me

Dream No. 1

To be born as the younger sister of a famous Hindi film heroine. Mera logic is very simple … she has to work, diet, work out and all that shit. I can simply live with her. All the heroes and producers will give me bhav. She cant be seen in the same dress and accessories … so I get first dibs at them. Life toh would be made Sigh!!! When she feels I am getting too tiresome, she can get me married off to a rich man, I wont mind.

Dream No. 2

Be born to a very wealthy father. I am easy on this. Abhi bhi wakt hai. Any wealthy person can adopt me. I will do complete sewa and be his biggest chamchi……. so long as I dont have to work.

Dream No. 3

Win a million dollar lottery … but before I do this, I need to get myself a solidly reliable financial adviser. Me being the person I am, I would blow the million dollars in just a few months and be back to square one.

Sigh … let me get back to my reports. Humming “If I were a rich lass, hmmm yaba daba daba de da dum … all day I would …”

My new appearance

I’ve been playing around with my blog design for a few days. Have finally made a header for myself.

Would request you all to give me your suggestions.

1. Now that my header is predominantly pink, white and black – should I change the background from warm orange and yellow to similar one?

OR

2. Should I change header to be less pink?

OR

3. Stop fooling around Phoenixritu and for godsakes post something woman!!!!

Do let me know

Things I do not get

  • My sons sitting in different loos and texting each other!  There was a time in life when I had to bash the shit out of them to sit and write their homework – or even read.  Now they text while pooping.  Sigh!  I just dont get it …………
  • Kate Moss’s statement – “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”.  I have a list here comprising of a) chocolate b) cheese fondue c) brownies d) beer e) cheese and macaroni f) aloo parantha g) choley bhature h) fried chicken … and I did not even have to strain my head.  Sigh!  I just dont get it ………….
  • Me sitting in my room and watching Croak On Rock On, and Kid#1 comes and shuts my door as there is too much noise, and then puts on ear blasting metal on the stereo in the living room.  I have to go there and yell thrice politely ask him to tune it down.  Sigh, I just dont get it……….
  • Bankers rejecting loan applicants because they dont have money.  Dudes, if they had money, they would not have been asking for a loan Duh!!  I just dont get it ………………….
  • My secret fear when I go past security gates or those scanner thingies at malls and movie halls.  I never steal, have no intention of bombing myself into oblivion along with a movie hall – no movie however bad deserves that.  Maybe I was a thief in my previous life.  I just dont get it ……………….
  • TWILIGHT BARBIES?!!!!!!!

Sigh!!!!   I just dont get it …………..

Down memory lane on Valentines Day

So when did you first fall in love?

I fell in love for the first time when I was about ten. As per my kids, I was not precocious, just a damn fool. I think I agree.

But the moment I came upon a pic of his in a magazine or I heard his voice on the radio, I would simply melt

All the King had to do was sing “Love Me Tender” or “Dont be cruel” and I would melt. Thank goodness there was no television those days otherwise I would have been lost without any redemption at all.

Remember this is the time when dardnaak muhobbat ke gaane were so in on Vividh Bharati and Mohd. Rafi reigned supreme. Well the poetry of the sad emotional songs was good, so was the melody but this was so not my thing.

My idea of a broken romance is “Move on dude, there’s plenty of fish in the sea”. So the sad mournful music of the time like this … I could not empathize with it

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Thankfully we had these dudes

and then these guys came … they could sing and look pretty!!

This was young, joyous and life in technicolor.

Then of course came the Angry Young Man

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He was tall, hot and could kick ass. He was not into faltu ka emosanal attyachaar, and thankfully neither was India. I even wrote him poems and love letters which I never sent Sighhhhhh. One of them made history …….

I am putting a version of the one I wrote – Mom burnt the original but my siblings remember the gist and that is what I am repeating here …..

Dear Vijay

I love you. I love the way you walk into the room. My friends and I stopped breathing when you walked in wearing your uniform. I can follow you wherever you go, anywhere, everywhere, over the sky, under the ground (okay I kind of went overboard, but I was only ten or twelve whatever ….)

When I see you angry, my heart beats for you, when I see you smile, my heart beats for you, when you just stand there, my heart beats for you

All my friends want to marry you, but I want you to be mine and mine only

I love you

Ritu

Well, my brother found it (the snoopy pest!) and he showed it to my cousins and somehow my mother got to know about it. Oh I must add, I had used pink pens to draw hearts all over the letter. I added stars too ~~~

My mother was not impressed by the artistic and literary masterpiece. I was so dazzled by the movie, which I had seen thrice in 3 days, I had addressed him as Vijay and not Amitabh Bacchan! She thought some soldier or cop was the recipient of my ardour. You can imagine the commotion at home! Sigh!! The course of true love is never smooth and easy.

In real life my encounters with the opposite sex were not so good. The first guy who kissed me – well, I pushed him into the river. I was so offended – though for the life of me I cant understand why! My siblings would always advise prospective suitors to first learn swimming.

Romance and I dont sync well I guess! I’d rather drink and observe Valentine’s Day toasting to other peoples love and eating chocolate.

Romance comes and romance goes, wine, cheese and chocolate last forever. If you dont believe that – try to get rid of the weight you put on eating these

My new toy

I am a gizmo freak and well if the gizmo keeps me logged on to the net all the time, even when there are horrendous power cuts, it is just the thing for me.  For years (actually ever since I got to know about this darling thing) I have been longing for an Iphone.

Sigh!

And what do you know! I finally got it

Thank you Kid#1
Thank you The Secret
Thank you Universe
Thank you Shah Rukh Khan

and

Last but not least : Thank you Vin Diesel (Since I was thanking every one else … )

Flash back to a month back

Kid#1 : Hello Mom, what do you want from Philippines

Me : Nothing beta, yahan sab kuch milta hai

Kid#1 : Are you serious?  Look dont ask for booze and dont ask for a male Philipino.  Ab what do you want?

Me : Sigh, kuch bhi nahin.  Just come back qualified, hale and hearty

( I could have asked for sex toys, could have asked for ~ darn he said no to booze!  I could have asked for ~~~ You get the picture)

Kid#1 :  Who are you and what have you done to my Mom!

Me : LOL!  Yeah I was trying to be sensible and noble

Kid#1 : Aint working

Me : Dont waste too much money!  Yeah get me an MP3 player

Kid#1 : You want an Iphone

Me : Nobility gayi tel lene!  How much does it cost?

Kid#1 : LOL! Lemme check!

He got a slightly used one at half the price of a new Iphone.  We got it customized for India, and that took about a week!

Oh wow!  I am over the moon!  I can take pics and post em on my blog.  I can pester the kids to pose for me forever, photograph the dogs and even our fishes!  I have an Iphone.

I have put twitter and facebook on the phone.  Folks I am taking my net addiction to a new level.

Like Shah Rukh Khan said in his speech in Om Shanti Om

Mera Naam Hai ~ ~ TiTu

Remember the song in a movie called Kati Patang which went “Mera Naam Hai Shabnam”.  Hmmm I thought Bindu looked hot and Asha Parekh seriously lost in the life and charisma department.  However that is not what this blog post is about ….

It is a prayer of thanks to Godji for giving my folks enough grey matter to not name me Pinky, Tiny, Teetu, Pappu or whatever the eff  Punjabi folk name their kids.  Yesterday the car door got mended and the mechanic who did this was an obese and unkempt looking surd called Lovely

I am sure when he was a kid, growing up and committing parenticide must have featured hugely in his list of things to do.  Why dont they have a system wherein the kid gets to have a say in what he/she is named?

We have auto rickshaws proclaiming Tiny Tey Dolly Di Gaddi .  Tiny grows up to be 6 feet and huge, Dolly brought up on aloo paranthas and butter is nothing like a fragile doll.  We also have the evergreen names i.e. Pappu, Pinky, Jolly and Teetu.

Teetu or Titu whatever has played an interesting role – like the proverbial joker, he slips into a few significant incidents to make the game.

I have a cousin who was not at all academic.  Cousin V would threaten to commit suicide or run away if any one scolded him for failing or getting bad marks.  I mean his threats were at times dangerous and at times wild and creative.  So were his excuses.  If he spent a fraction of that ingenuity in trying to clear his papers he could have been home free.  But it would not have been fun.

Example :  All kids washed and dressed for dinner with report cards in hand waiting for the signature of the parents.  His turn came before ours since he was about 7 years older ….

Uncle solemnly enquired : Hor, Kiddan Kitta Paper ? (And how did you fare?)

Cousin V : Blurting out while handing his report card : Titu vi fail ho gaya.   (Titu also failed!)

Uncle : Slightly distracted : Keda Titu? (Which Titu)

Cousin V : Pointing at the hapless cousin S next in line : Titu – the one who stays four houses away, this one’s particular friend (quickly snatching the next cousin’s report and thrusting that into his father’s hands and slinking away)

Well he went without dinner and the entire evening was spent discussing how to punish him and we got off easy.

God bless Titu and Cousin V

Some years ago, a few of us cousins with kids in tow went on a bus journey to Chandigarh.  The bus stops for a longish while mid way where every one stretches their legs, visits the wash rooms etc.

One of my cousins’ wife had to nurse her baby and she went into a secluded rest room for that.  This took a bit of time.  The bus driver and conductor started getting restive.  One of the kids was sent after the mother and baby duo

Ripe for mischief and in no mood to hearing the driver grumble, the rest of the gang started creating a huge noise

Titu Oyye

Titu Oyyye

Oyyye Kithey Gaya Titu????

Titu Oyyye!!

One of the co-passengers asked “Who is Titu?”

They happily lied – “He was sitting here, just started talking to him.  We dont know him but he may have left his luggage here ….”

There was some tension as to unattended luggage that made the driver and conductor search the bus.  It took 15 minutes in which other well wishers joined in

Titu Oyyye!

Soon we had the entire bus looking for  the mythical Titu

Meanwhile the kids got the mother and infant duo back in the bus unnoticed.  The cousins regretfully abandoned their search for the mythical Titu

The bus left for Chandigarh.

Well – now we simply charter a bus.  Its way more simpler!

P.S. (This is a small adaptation of ideas I am working into a book that I am writing.  Do you think such tales will sell?  Need some feedback)

The art of gifting to people you hate

Yeah this is a social art one should learn.  One is faced with many situations when one has to paint a fake smile on the face, show pleasure, fork out a whole lot of hard earned money and get a gift for someone one wishes were wiped off the face of this earth!  We need to do the gifting thing for Diwali, for Christmas, for weddings and New Year.

If you are a north Indian, life gets easier.  You simply take a shagun envelope, pop in some money, seal it and slip it into the said person’s pocket.  Chore done!  We have reduced gifting to a simple financial transaction.  But it simply does not reflect the anger, the displeasure that one feels in parting with that sum of money does it?  I mean it does not say “Mrs. Chopra, I think you are an overfed, over made up empty headed shallow person, and I don’t give a rat’s ass that your spoilt son is getting married” etc etc. Get my drift?

Well, if one has to do the deed, I think one can do it with panache!

So here are my suggestions for really creative gifting   :lol:

EVIL GIFTING IDEAS

1. Santa themed neck tie

Dont knock it.  Someone gave ex a red christmassy tie with santas, reindeers and christmas bells on it.  The look on his face was priceless when he unwrapped it.  Well, he never wore it (obviously) and I ultimately hung a few bells using it as a string on the baby’s crib.  I have always found it really creatively evil gifting idea!  While on the subject a hawaiian shirt would do well too.

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2. A hard-bound copy of the Ramayana or Geeta (written in Sanskrit with no translation).

Feel free to substitute it with other appropriate religious material.  Most effective when the recipient is young, non-religious and suffering from a hangover when he unwraps it.

3. A Morning Walker :

Ideal gift to give to an ex who is simply not moving on or getting the message.  If you do not want to spend that much money, a Low Cal diet recipe book will suffice too.

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4. A dress that is just one size small.

This is purrrfect for the oh so superior patronizing females.  I have heard of a lady who did that every christmas for her daughters and daughter in laws.  Then she would insist on them modeling it for her and then cluck sympathetically and say “I simply did not realize how healthy my darling girls have grown!”

Well Alicia Keyes dress says it all ~~~ and most of us arent as shapely as her to carry it off even this much~

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5. A vacuum cleaner/Vesta dish warmers.

Husbands if you hate your wives go for it!  If you hate sleeping on the couch, dont do it, tempting though it may be …..  :P

6. A life-sized framed poster of Kylie Minogue looking like this

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7. Soap

Cheap, unimaginative.  Just sends the message that you could not be bothered to think of a suitable gift at the best; and that you think the person should wash up, at the worst.

8. A drum set (the electronic one with 6 different tones and 8 different beats) for your least favorite cousin’s brat

The good thing will be that you will no longer be on talking terms with your cousin.  A win-win situation

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9. A neatly packed set of mouth freshener, dental floss and mouth wash

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10. Santa Toilet Seat Covers and Shower Decorations

I saw these at Amazon, laughed my guts out and got inspired into writing this blog!

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