Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Randomly

Major repairs happening in the main bathroom. It looks like a cemetry. Grandma is hence refusing to sleep in her usual room :D

Met an interesting dog-feeding sadhu on the bus who claimed who claimed he used to be a neta at one time. Now he's just 'chhera faata'. (I didn't meet him meet him... but he was on the bus with me, seated a few seats away)

I found a stray I'd like to feed. I'm not an activist type like Shreya, so I can't just feed kuttas from the goodness of my heart. But I like this one. So starting tomm maybe I'll get her some biscuits - if I see her again that is. She's all ribs it seemed to me.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

House hunting

I'm in the mood to buy a house. 1 BHK. I don't have the money. I'll have to take a loan, make my father stand gurantor, and find a cheap house. Centrally located. Within the city (Kolkata). No suburbs please. Consider this a 'Flat Wanted' ad. Lemme know if you know of any. I'm interested.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

My best story yet

And here's the link: Obama visits Kolkata: The Mamata chapter

This has been a very very good day. I'm almost scared that this will not last. When Shreya had told me this maybe a month earlier, I'd thought to myself: what a pessimist. Now I get what she was saying.

This is a delicate state of affairs. This good luck thing. Santa? This be the gift of peace I asked for?

Friday, January 16, 2009

Aaaargh!

This is proving to be one crazy year man. There's crisis after crisis after crisis after crisis. Fuckity-fuck-fuck totally. Imagine me sitting at my computer with electrocuted hair, pausing between typings to wrench out the burnt out (once-upon-a-time) tresses.

Dear Mr. Santa Claus,

I know I didn't bother with that pre-Christmas I-want-this-and-that letter to you last December. And I don't know if you also deal in luck, but I'd like some please. Some super-duper-trooper good luck and a few 24-hour days of utter peace. Make that a week at least. I've been very good for a long time now. I think I deserve it.

Lotsa lowe and big hug

Poojo

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Slumdog: Super-duper-short review

So I watched the rest of Slumdog Millionaire. Somehow, the second half wasn't quite as brilliant as the first, nosediving as it did into a very Bollywood climax and happily-ever-after ending. Does it deserve an Oscar? I'm not sure. Would I watch it again? Quite likely.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Random clucks

The problem with blogging often is that you run out of things to say. And there isn't any interesting Mamata-Banerjee-or-otherwise news that I can latch on to. Even the autos, two-stroke, three-stroke and four-stroke seem to be running as before though I seem to have converted to bus travel even as the three-wheelers fight to avoid LPG conversion.

The other day I had to write this office blog about 'the hazards of auto travel'. Now, being a great fan of auto reeskaaz, it isn't easy to jot down all the bad bad things about them. But what to do, when your boss says, 'write blog', you jolly well 'write blog'. Here be the link.

I've been listening to Western classical music of late: Beethoven, Bach, Handel, the works. I'm on my way to becoming a true-blue aantel. If only I could acquire a taste for ciggies. Then I'd be ekdum fit.

Oh, and I watched half of Slumdog Millionaire. Saying 'it's awesome' would kinda dilute the effect. But yeah, since I'm not in review-writing mode, that's what I'm going to say.

One of my cats is on heat and meowling all night long. All through the day too, I expect, but since I'm not home mostly, it doesn't matter to me. But at night when I'm dying to snooze I don't want 'meowee meowee' reverberating (yes, that's the exact word) through the room. I've been seriously considering sticking cellotape across her mouth for awhile now.

Btw... I read this strange book: Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro. It's a good book, but more strange than good. Got to do with the idea of human clones being people too. And its a story about love, friendship and coming of age.

My resolution has been threatening to get broken of late, but if I can carry on with it till Valentine's Day, it should become permanent I guess.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

---> :D

After a long time, I felt that my job is rather worthwhile. I'm not sure how long this feeling will last. Going by past experience, not very long. But it is a good feeling. Part of the new realisation may be due to my New Year's resolution - Episode 24 (my ever-increasing age) not to worry.

I've finally found the secret to successfully keeping New Year's resolutions. And I'm going to type this just once. So read carefully.

The secret to successfully following a New Year's resolution is to find one that is sufficiently difficult to keep, something that you have to do constantly, and something that, if kept, provides far more benefit than the mere satisfaction of having adhered to that resolution.

Aunty Poojo has been saying very wise things of late. Particularly to the blogger named Solo, who recently had a scratch on her cornea and has in her last post put up adorable pictures of her cat Gin and dog Pyro. Here's the link.

I've this post in mind that I'm preparing in my head. If all goes well, it should be up here soon-ish. But no promises.

There was something meaningful that I wanted to write, but its flown outta of the window. However, Arsenal just scored a goal against Bolton. So you may cheer :D

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Financial worries

Money is a terribly worrying thing. But I have resolved to not be a worry-wart this year, so I shall not grumble about not having enough just yet. Money comes, money goes. I shall not stress over it as long as I have 20k in my bank. Once it dips below that, then I shall start getting panicky.

I was reading in the papers about this 74-year-old German billionaire who threw himself in front of a running train because his business hasn't been looking too hot in the recent past. And then there's this whole fiasco over at Satyam -- son of farmer becomes top corporate honcho becomes fraud.

Money is a terrible evil. Too much trouble. Most crimes are also caused by money. I wish we could all go back to growing cauliflowers and clobbering mammoths on the head for meat. Okay, so maybe cavemen drag cavewomen by their hair, but maybe that's not such a bad thing.

But I don't think cavepeople grew cauliflowers.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

I saw a bus burn today

I did. And I took a video of it which is up on ilovekolkata.in. In the process I also learnt one of the first tenets of videojournalism (is that what they call it?): Do not talk while the camera rolls. Do not. Do not. Do not. And certainly do not carry on conversing while the cops disperse the crowds and the fire engines clang-clang there way into the line of fire and set free gallons of smoke that billow into verandahs housing curious onlookers.

Here are excerpts of the thoughts that were lost during the video editing process:

1.Bells are a ringing. The fire engines appear in the camera's line of vision.
Poojo (Suppressing a 'Yay'): The whadya-call-it's come. The domkol I mean.

2. As smoke covers the face of the camera and threatens to come home for lunch.
Poojo: There's so much smoke.
Shreya's dad (Not in response to my tidbit): The cops are dispersing the crowd.
Poojo: Oh. Is that tear gas? Haw!
Poojo (Realising no tears have appeared and noticing that the firemen are rushing around with their massive hose): Oh. It's the firemen at work.
Shreya: Papa abhi aapko maarenge.

For a girl that's supposed to be soft-spoken and who doesn't talk too much, I must've broken a record somewhere... all in the course of one exclusive ILK video that happened due to very very good luck. (Psst: Our official photographer turned up much after the flames had died a fireman-wrought death in this not-so-bitter cold.)

Two buses in the Park Circus area had been burnt on Saturday morning. Excitingly enough (or scarily enough), the third bus was torched a bare two minutes after I crossed the flyover. Even before I rang the bell outside Shreya's house's door, the bus was ablaze. She gave me this horrified look: 'You came through all that?'
Poojo: All what?
Shreya: They burnt the bus. You didn't see?
Poojo: What bus? Where bus? I was looking for a burning bus. There was no bus when I came. I crossed in front of a truck.
Shreya: How come? I saw it burning just as you pressed the doorbell.
Poojo: Haw!
Shreya: There were all these changra boys on the street...
Poojo: I crossed the road with the changra boys. I thought they were there to catch all the action.

The theory Shreya and I now hold is that I crossed with the bus burners.
Poojo's reaction to the above-mentioned theory: Whoa!

What I want to know is how they did it. No one was hurt. Well, not enough anyway to warrant a line that goes: 'Auto operators protesting the High Court ban on two-stroke autos torched a bus on the Park Circus flyover injuring 7 including a child.' Thankfully, that did not happen. But what this meant was, these dudes had to wait for me to enter Shreya's building, find a state bus coming their way, get all the people out, set fire to the box on wheels, and have it blazing away by the time I rang Shreya's doorbell. My theory is that these guys weren't just angry, insecure auto drivers fighting for their livelihood. I think these were professional fire-setting bastards... the kind that are ordered to start mob riots in all those movies where Shakti Kapoor plays a villain politician.

It's not funny though. No political party ought to be allowed to disturb the peace like this. Hunger strikes, factory sieges, and simply sitting outside the CM's house (ostensibly braving the cold. hah!) are just either destructive or irritating tactics. We don't want strikes or slugfests. Give us a solution Ms. Banerjee. It may be a tad unfair to say all the violence is thanks to TMC-backed cadre; it's very likely that CITU Men and Co. are also involved, but somehow, the blamegame always comes back to Mamata Di. Did you know she's been trying to sign her name as 'Mamataa' these days? A Jayalalithaa-like numerological try at the Chief Minister's post. Hah! Fat chance missy. The Left may not be the best option in this so-called democracy of ours where no party is worth a vote, but at least it has a respectable grey-haired Buddha Babu of Palm Avenue to earn our respect even if its folks go around majorly troubling folks in the Nandigrams and Singurs of Bengal. It's not a great option. But at least there's a main man that you can respect and look up to, even if he makes mistakes every now and again.

This post wasn't meant to kick off the Left's pre-election campaign, though it seems to have turned out that way. I'm just pissed off with Mamata's 'Aaj ka gundaraj' style of politics. I wish she'd turn her attention to the terror problem. So the next time terrorists get into some hotel in the country, let's send Mamata to plonk outside till her demands are met. Demands that probably even she will not know. She should soon manage to terrorise the terrorists into surrendering for all eternity. Mamata should be our weapon in the war against terror. At least for this cause she has my vote.

Btw, here's the link to the bus burning video by yours truly: Bus burns in auto-ban protest. And that's Shreya doing the voiceover.

Friday, January 2, 2009

There's been a change in plans

I spend too much time doing things I dislike and too little doing things I enjoy. So there's been a major change in my daily routine which is being propped up by a new New Year's Resolution; one that I had a tough time keeping through most of yesterday. The resolution is that I will worry no more. I've recently developed this tendency to keep going over and over the same things 144 times a day till I'm almost a basket case. I'm not doing that anymore. So whenever a nasty thought enters my head I start thinking of my next fix and voila! I'm stressed no more (at least temporarily).

The New Year concept is kinda silly for Kolkata weather. It comes bang smack in the middle of winter (if you can call this winter). But it gives you a chance to start a new MS Excel sheet for accounts. And a chance to say 'Go away' to all the nastiness of last year. Psychology is a strange subject truly.

This post is quite a rambler. Haven't been posting much at all of late. Blogging is one of the things I do like you see. Even if I type on about nothing in particular. So if my resolution survives me, GGG should see a post population explosion in the coming months.

PS: Going to work is going to be even more irritating with the auto problem these days. There are too many angles to this story... but for starters, I seriously think Mamata should start a bigshit company called Miscellany Bachao Committee. After Krishijomi Bachao and Auto Bachao, this could become an entrepreneur's dream in the TV18 scheme of things. She could even buy up the Nano Bachao Committee and steal the patents, copyrights, trademark, ya-da-ya-da-ya-da.