The thing about sadness is that it is all-consuming. It exhausts you right to the bone. I mean, I just can't deal with the whole thing. And I think what I hate most about it, is that it never lets you sleep.
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Monday, 1 November 2010
I don't understand why Indian news channels have begun to resemble episodes from corny Indian reality shows. Someone has got to do something about these god-awful news anchors and television journalists. Sagarika Ghose dolls herself up enough to make you want to take a gardening hose and just wash her down, Arnab Goswami is outright obnoxious, Rajdeep Sardesai screams into the camera like the Indian public are hard of hearing, and finally, there is Barkha Dutt, the scum of mainstream Indian news media. Watching her everyday is like watching re-runs of something as lame as Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahut Thi. Also, when she is out of work, I think she's busy searching for anything she can fill air-time with. If you want something minced to bits and served with flavour on air, give Barkha a call and she'd be right there - she pencils everything down, like those waiters who constantly ask you what you'd like to eat and how you'd like it ten thousand times. She makes porn out of events of national importance. Remember the days after the Mumbai attacks when she analysed a curtain for three hours, and then moved on to all that painful rhetoric about the government and how no one is paying attention and how everyone should be really concerned about the world coming to an end this very minute. Really, forget being scared of terrorists, you'd be scared of all that insanity she spews forth. It's like she's on the brink of losing her god-forsaken mind. And all that obsession with 'Breaking news'. Since when did Rakhi Sawant become breaking news? or that calf born with three horns? or superficial Katrina Kaif holidaying in Mexico?
Sunday, 29 August 2010
Remember the co-worker I had introduced to you a few entries ago? The attention-seeking, bride-hunting, incorrigible, sociopath who made me wonder if the male race is, by all means, a genetic failure? Yes, TT. That's who this post is about.
Saturday, 28 August 2010
Obviously, I ignored him the next day at work. But he moaned and whined all morning about how bored he was, so I asked him if he wanted to have some tea and ice-cream?
Sunday, 22 August 2010
Everyone name their children after colours, grandfathers, Gods or Goddesses, but my cousin named her baby after her favourite pizza place.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 02:51
Wednesday, 18 August 2010
Seriously. What is it with Indian parents? It's almost as if once their kid turns twenty four, all they do is cry. Do they not realize that their children will one day use the grey matter they have been blessed with and rationalize the world around?
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 09:23
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Being used to travel I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it, wouldn't you?
Eva- So what happens now?
Che - Another suitcase in another hall
Eva - So what happens now?
Che- Take your picture off another wall
Eva- Where am I going to?
Che - You'll get by, you always have before
Eva - Where am I going to?
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom, that I'm hard through and through
But every time it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me, and they do
Call in three months time and I'll be fine, I know
Well maybe not that fine, but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation here and now.
Huevo - Don't ask anymore.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 02:43
Sunday, 8 August 2010
I wish I could tell you that my life is full of nice, out-of-the-world experiences, but it isn't. What I can tell you about, though, is how oh-so-phony life can be sometimes.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 11:41
Monday, 12 July 2010
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Friday, 2 July 2010
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Monday, 28 June 2010
So there we were, five of us, stuck at work at 7pm. Reason? I couldn't come up with a title. Now, of course you might say, 'Oh, come on M. You write, and writers are supposed to be good at this'. But I'm not. I suck so bad at coming up with anything when my brain is fast asleep. Tell me, what sort of a silly brain would be this lazy knowing that its job is a regular day shift.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 02:13
Thursday, 24 June 2010
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
I don't believe anyone who says they don't believe in God. Really. Most of the time, they dish out rubbish from books like 'Why I'm not a believer' or 'God exists and so do Martians' or 'Jesus is a fake - I am the real God' or utter tosh like that. But wait till the next disaster - a break-up? genital warts? a math exam? or say, (worst-case scenario) - someone close is dying, then they're singing 'Hallelujah' all over the place.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 00:00
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
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Friday, 4 June 2010
That's what People Like Us in the real world supposedly speak.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 08:53
Tuesday, 18 May 2010
We were sitting at this nearby restaurant, waiting for our food. The conversation was centered around the arbitrary use of English language in India and whether the average Indian really benefits from learning English in the Indian education syllabus -
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Thursday, 13 May 2010
Me - How was I to know honey is actually Bee vomit?
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Saturday, 8 May 2010
I love Sunday mornings. I love waking up early, and curling up on the couch waiting for the sunshine to fall on my face. I love making coffee for my dad and pointlessly arguing about something we've seen on the news. I love annoying my sisters who love sleeping late on weekends. I feed my cats extra. I tidy extra. I go through my memory trunk and sit for hours in the spare room looking at photographs. I catch up with my girlfriends and we speak for hours.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 22:50
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
Sunday was like that.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 22:50
It really is.
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Monday, 11 January 2010
Mum - Why are the animals on my farm walking all over the place on Farmville.
Posted by Meera Vijayann at 22:28