Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Saudi rape victim gets 200 lashes for ‘speaking out’

Here is the link. I do not want to post the story from CNN-IBN on my blog.

My heart bleeds for this shit.

It is hard to believe that people hold such archaic, repressive, and neanderthal views. What laws govern such states? What retrogressive education to they impart in their academic institutions ? Where is Amnesty and UN now ?

Rabb Rakha, Rabb Rakha.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Jim Beam

Jim and my close friend Remy were visiting this weekend. I've realized, in their company, I violate my standards quicker than I can lower them.

the double humpy keyboard

Intelligent design, my ass.

It takes me about 3 hours to conceptualize, research, type, edit and send out a 1000-word paper on anything to do with Pension Reform in Asia, because I am awesome like thatl.

It took me 8 hours to do the same on the double humpy. As the more perceptive of you have figured out, I'm all piss and vinegar about it.

Can't wait for Dell to ship me my wireless regular-shaped keyboard.


Saturday, November 17, 2007


Hawt Exchange Student is totally flurrrrting with the Grouch!

After dinner and drinks at Tandoor, Hawt Exchange Student and Grouch saunter hand-in-hand to Haagen-Dasz (which incidentally in Punjabi means "shit and tell", but I digress)

Hawt Exchange Student: You can have my strawberries

Grouch: *reaching over to get the strawberries, knocks down her entire Sundae*

We try our luck at Starbucks. I try preventing going tits-up again, walk over smoothly, try to be all cool and order:

"She will have a tall peppermint mocha and I'll have an extra-hawt, double-whip, non-fat, de-caff, double-shot, tall, white latte"

Duh Starbux girl: You want a decaffeinated latte with a double caffeine shot ?

Woe is me.

I outta here yo

Om Shanti Om

is the absolute crotch rot people. Twelve dollars and three hours down the drain. These 12 dollars could have paid for eight fly swatters to be bought and shipped to Somalia. I digress.

Shah Rukh Khan should just retire. Please. Three hours of banal, twisted, vapid and vacuous screenplay. The only saving grace were the Rajendar Kumar jibes. Shah Rukh Khan plays himself: hamming it to the tee. And what is up with bringing the entire Bollywood together in the last song. Why oh why can't we Indian people make better movies?

And please, all you Shak Rukh Khan fans, please go ahead and eat a bowl full of blogger dic*.


Thursday, November 1, 2007