Cards for all occasions!

Yesterday, two friends and myself went to a greeting card gallery to buy a card for a friend who was going to celebrate her birthday this week. When the G-card shops claim that they have cards for all occasions, I only thought they meant most of the occasions.Hence, the presence of cards to ask an apology, to wish farewell, to wish belatedly on the 5th day (of course, separate cards for the belated 6th day and 7th day wish) after the marriage anniversary didn’t amaze me. Nevertheless, it quite amazes me the way occasions pop up, kudos to the creativity of the G-card industry!
More often than not, I spend most of my time deriving ultimate fun reading the cards for occasions that I had not even dreamt of and when really running out of time, hastily pick the one for the occasion I had opted to buy and wind up. This time around, what struck me the most when I was, as usual, browsing through the stack of cards, was a card to be sent to a mourner for having lost his dear one on the day of death. I don’t know if others would feel the way I felt, but I found it ridiculous to send a flowery-but-deliberately-made-gloomy card to a person in grief, on a day of utmost grief. It was nothing but playing with people’s emotions as per my belief. When I expressed this to a friend who had accompanied me, she said without any surprise, “Why shocked at that? Have some patience and dig through the stack, you’ll definitely find a card to say ‘Miss you’ to the dead “! For a moment, I didn’t know where I was. Had I fallen unconscious? I hope, in the meantime, my friend hadn’t gone in search of a card to wish for a friend to regain consciousness at the earliest!

My Identity (?)

If you have guessed that this post is an outcome of serious introspection, I am afraid, you are wrong. It doesn’t call for serious thinking to feel the way I did more so when staying in a place where I do.
I know English
Nanage Kannada barutthe.
Naaku Telugu vastundi
Mujhe Hindi aathi hai
Enakku Tamil (Tamizh) varuum

Disclaimer : Just taking some( rather, more) liberty at declaration supra. Applicable at different degrees,though.

When I was just pondering over my identity or the lack of it, knowing quite some, yet not knowing any of them, I suddenly realise, Ahh... I am Bangalorean. Bangalore,cosmopolitan every inch!
A wonderful quote, to indicate the jack-of-all (‘ some’ in my case)-master-of-none situation, by Stefan Berkman " I know twelve languages, English is the BESTEST of all " seems as if was quoted when in a similar kind of scene.
Oh to be a Bangalorean! My identity? What is that supposed to mean?

Business Measure

A : Hi
B : Hi
A : Very busy,huh?
B : Absolutely not. What makes you think so?
A : Not many mail forwards from you, of late.
B : oh! Not me, folks who send forwards to me are busy, or so I believe!!
A : huh?

Wallet-wanes day

“Happy Vyalantineer day” was a lady’s wish to her near and dear ones on a request show hosted by a Kannada channel on the eve of Valentine’s Day. As I knew the occasion and purpose of the show, I could contemplate the wish as “Happy Valentine’s day”. I safely withdraw myself from commenting on the judiciousness of celebrating the day. I am not against it for the reason that everyone should have the freedom to live one’s life as wanted as long as it doesn’t harm anyone. I am not for it for the reason that one doesn’t need a specific day as such for celebrating love. Nevertheless, the aim of the post is not to opine regarding the V-day celebrations but to highlight the fact that the markets make hay while the sun shines. Of all the offers on this eve, what caught my eyes while browsing through the papers was the king of offers: Leela Galleria offers a special package at Rs.14,000 only ( Thankfully, inclusive of all taxes!!) for the occasion. There are certainly some things money can’t buy (Not even Master card!).
With a surprising number of people indulging in this celebration, sometimes oblivious of the attached significance too, and in effect shelling out lots of bucks, I feel it’s germane to rechristen Valentine’s Day as “Wallet-wanes” day.

Conditioned Love!

Once while gossiping over lunch with friends in the cafeteria, one of my friends expressed her strong desire to get married at the earliest. To me, the fact that one wants to get married, more so at the earliest, came as a shock. Some intellectual said “ Marriage is not a word…… but a sentence! “. Mind you, 'death' sentence!. I expressed my reaction and said, “ I wonder how people can be so interested in getting married . I would be the last person on earth to be happy to do so”. Instantly came the reply from my dear-wannabe-early-bride, “No Rashmi, not you, the guy who would marry you would be last person to be happy to get married”. Hmm….. it did seem such a witty reply to evoke laughter from all angles…… but poor soul, Rashmi.
Since, it’s more or less inevitable to get married , one day I too will. But, that incident made me vow never fight to with my husband , of course, as long as he complies with my orders!!
Fights?......Never! ( Conditions apply)

Poly-ticks!

“Right to Govern” is ostensibly the invincible right, although not finding a place in the constitution, guaranteed to all political parties in Karnataka. If there exists a party, it gets to govern….. as simple as that, no hurdles whatsoever, just a matter of time. The right to equality, comfortably understood as the right to equality for all parties and all the poly-ticks constituting them, must have been the inspiration for the birth of this self-claimed right!

I am sure it was beyond the imagination of the great mathematicians who racked their brains to work and formulate theories of Permutations and combinations to forsee their work being put to (mis)use so potentially to seek power! In fact, quite some sophisticated (favourable) modifications have been done to the same theories in such short a time that, it keeps the mathematicians shocked for their level of inefficiency! (Math brains…… you could have always done better and faster, couldn’t you? Or is that ability present only in the genes of the ticks? )

It makes me feel so helpless to witness the political melodrama, I voted for a party when it promised to abide by (Well, who doesn’t know of ticks’ promises? But a choice of a better tick had to be done and I too did it) certain principles and the same party has resorted to another set of (so-called) principles I am totally against…. I am not given a chance to express my disagreement…….damn it!

It makes me feel so embarrassed to see the ticks holidaying in the posh resorts to escape from horse-trading business, as they claim it. If they flee from the challenges that can always be faced with integrity and independent thinking (this can be a difficult demand, though), what leadership execution can I expect from them? Grow up, ticks! If not for your sake, at least for the dignity of the voters….. just grow up!

With another sequel of political sitcom getting instantiated tomorrow, I feel like getting out of this place, but what if grass looks greener on the other side? Well, I can always migrate to Antarctica, but visa problems interfere, you know!

Respected (??!!) ticks, please do not take undue advantage of the fact, that I am not interested in being a part of the tick-community, politics, and do things as you wish.
‘God …..Am I putting you in a hapless situation by saying, God save us? ‘