I want to live in a teapot...

For long I've wanted existence of the kind they show in shows like Noddy. Only without him coz I don't think I like him too much. My favourite character was Big Ears. So, back to Noddyland, I adore the small cars, cute little homes with lovely small gardens outside. God knows how badly I've longed for a dollhouse.

So today, when I was watching disney channel (yes, I watch Desperate Housewives, Sex & the City and Disney channel, though not in the same order), I came across this very cute programme called, 'Rolie Polie Olie'. Before you start thinking I'm demented or have had stunted growth of some sort, I want to say that it's not the case.

So this animation programme, this is a robot family who live on some different planet in the galaxy. There are four members, and they live in this teapot, replete with the snout and all. The house has eyes, a nose and a mouth too! it's called housey! In fact, that's how everything in the house is named...the refrigerator is called chilly, the toaster is called toasty....which led me to wonder what would an oven be called in their house..oveny?! Bakey perhaps...
Anyhow, the best part was that this family would get up every morning and they would go into the kitchen and just order around. They'd ask chilly for fruit juice, toasty for toasts etc .... Everyday, the house would clean itself while the members are out, would prepare food for them and at night, the weary house would go off to sleep. That picture of the snout sighing and the pot finally closing its eyelids, reminds me of my nursery colourbooks. They used to have these big images and bright yellows, blues randomly applied everywhere...
However, I'm not sure what, but something about that existence struck me and compelled me to write about it. So eversince that episode,I've been happily dreaming of living in a teapot :)
Wonder how would AS react, though ;)

Whaat?? No maid!! Tell us

Is this the future of Indian journalism? No, I’m serious. Have we so run out of consequential topics to discuss and dissect that we’ll now write about maidservants and other domestic chore helpers?

Yesterday, Ottie asked me to do a story on dhobis in Vasant Kunj who’ve apparently gone on a strike. I did a double take. I’d always credited Ottie with superior news sense...sigh...not any more.

And these good-for-nothing-uber-modern Vasant Kunj residents? Whatever is wrong with them? Matlab, what can I possibly write in the story? Something like this perhaps:
“While the dhobis in Vasant Kunj remain unyielding in their demand for recognition as a revenue-generating industry, for the residents of the area, it’s been a tough week. Said Vineeta Kalra, a resident: “My children have been receiving punishments in school for the last two days. Teachers reprimand them for turning up in unironed clothes. I don’t know what to do. I’m very anxious. We’ll take up this issue with the resident welfare association, and also with the area MLA if need be.”

And listen, it’s bad enough they keep asking me to do onion price story…With this I’ve hit new low :(
(Kindly note that otherwise I’m a well-to-do journalist with plenty of good stories to do. This so doesn’t warrant my attention!)

I hope they don’t give me a byline for the story...Or else, I’ll delete this blog...

Does this happen to you too?

Sometimes, I feel out of sync with almost everybody I know. Sometimes the feeling that I'm being cheated or betrayed becomes very strong. Not that I'm suspicious. But, I just get the feeling of being used by all. All of my friends, everybody I know. Everybody who's close to me. So when they call or want me to call, I just somehow know it must be because they either have some work or just want to kill time talking to me, since its a tad bit exciting than sitting idle. I feel very let down.
Probably I shouldn't be writing this because I like to keep such things to myself. But kabhi kabhi it gets too much. I start hating myself for being a party to this charade.

I wonder how people make 'good' friends. I certainly don't have any. In fact, I have no one. You know I've come to realise that the worst thing you can wish upon someone is that they be lonely. It kills you. i hate to have a blog with nothing remotely exciting to say. No sense of humour, basically zilch. Man, I feel like shit :(

Men will be men?

Your Inner Child Is Sad

You're a very sensitive soul.You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.

Okay, never mind the quiz I took today. The other day, had a very funny conversation with RB and Essar. You know, how men will always be men. I gave them a slight insight into the kind of conversation they have, courstey AS. Essar doubled up in laughter. Come to think of it, we girls might scowl in disgust at the 'dressing-room' talk, but the truth is that they are funny to an extent. Till the time it doesn't get offensive. Only, we choose to not let them know. There have been times when AS has told me in the best language possible, the kind of 'talks' they have when the night is young and the booze is flowing freely. Don't know about others, but I find it hilarious and obviously laugh at it when he tells me, only I never let him know.

This one time, I was waiting for AS to call, which he didn't. Me, being on the somewhat anxious side of life, got hyper as to where he was. My friend VM, got so bugged of me worrying that she took the phone from me and called up his number. The call didn't get through. VM wasn't willing to give up so soon, so she went through my phone, found an SMS sent by AS from his friend's cell and called the gentleman up. The call was answered and V, with all the inncocence she could muster, asked if she could speak to AS. His friend naturally told her it was the wrong number, but he'll be sure to pass on the message. V apologised for the inconvenience caused and hung up. Mission accomplished.

Only, we hadn't quite expected what followed suit. V got a call from the same number she had called. The gentleman was now calling us. This is what happened.

Friend: Is this V?

V: Yes

Friend: Did you just call me again?

V (quite taken aback, and this time for real): No

Friend: Well, okay. My name is so-n-so.

V: Okay.

It was while we were dissecting the conversation that we realised what the gentleman was trying to do. We were in splits, shaking our heads and saying, ''men never give up, do they?'' Amazingly, when I told AS, he too laughed and justified his friend's ''move''. That's right, men never give up ;)