Ever find yourself in a sticky situation whereby you're standing with a group of people and you make a comment directed at someone but another individual in close vicinity over-hears it and mistakenly assumes that it was intended for him or her?
Or even worse, ever discovered that it would be rather difficult if not impossible to clear that misunderstanding because of one reason if not another?
And as the icing on the cake, ever wondered if the misunderstanding would become reason enough for you to perceive a substantial amount of threat from the misunderstander?
Well, I found myself in a situation that could be quite described by.... well, the description of the not-so-hypothetical state-of-affairs as given above.
Roughly two days ago, I happened to meet up with some friends at a location towards the south of Delhi as one, whom I shall call DJ, was scheduled to return to college the next day. As it would happen, I met with DJ and Medha in the afore-not-mentioned location (top secret as it was) and having spent some time in one Cafe Coffee Day (where we did not order anything) we decided to drop in at DJ's cousin's house in the neighbourhood outside of which I would have the unique opportunity of parking my car, that I had left only 15 minutes ago in the paid-parking-lot of the complex; and win a meet and greet with her cousin's dog that she loved so.
And so I paid the paid-parking-lot-attendant for hosting my car for a period of 15 minutes (which I wasn't too upset about since I paid him with a very tattered 10-rupee-note) and we departed towards the house. As DJ insisted on having a go at driving my car (which in reality is my mother's since I don't get a car of my own for a 2 month vacation) and, taking a lengthy detour so that she could drive a reasonable amount, she got us safe and sound at our destination.
After an initial meet and greet with her cousin and family, she introduced us to the fine Dalmatian dog, named Shadow. Intriguingly, the dog took an instant liking to Medha but wasn't quite so friendly towards me. Having completed one round of cordial conversation, we slipped into another on dogs and began to share our own experiences of raising dogs.
Having shared my anecdote of Dalmatian-for-a-week, the spotlight fell on Medha who confessed (proudly) of owning a fine German Shepard.
In cognition of my dislike for German Shepards and other massive dogs alike, I expressed my disapproval of possessing dogs that are a threat to society and promptly turned towards Medha and, in a rejecting tone, uttered "Bad! Bad! Bad!"
Meanwhile, Shadow had been slinking around the room, quite pointlessly in fact, and had pretty much ignored or failed to comprehend our entire conversation, interesting though it should have been to him. This did not, however, stop him from overhearing my last comment to Medha, which he quite obviously considered a comment directed at him and rebutted with a growl and snarl, baring his full teeth at me.
Needless to say, I was astounded and felt a wee bit threatened, wondering how I could resolve his misconception. To no avail.
Monday, 23 July 2007
Monday, 16 July 2007
DentalDanger
Either way, it's my bad (luck). Is this what they call a lose-lose situation?
In 40 minutes, I have a dentist appointment. Reason? He wants to redo a silver filling and substitute it with a white one. It's optional really. Should I desire it, I can continue to look like Bicentennial Man every time I say "Aaaah". Otherwise, I hit the D's chair for yet another memorable experience, the kind that make us go "Even if I must have a painful end, I hope it isn't over here."
The dilemma is such.
Option 1. I visit the dentist, sit on his chair, he puts on the cursed light, turns on the drill, I stiffen up in pain, resembling a statue that's just watched "Koi Mil Gaya" for a 5th time or "Krishh" for the first, and he spends 5 minutes telling me to relax because "I haven't even started yet!"
Then he commences the ritual of excavating the old filling, I grip the arm rest too firmly, thereby deflating its cushion. Then comes the worst and my mouth begins to shut involuntarily and he asks me politely to fight it open. Thereafter, with the aid of my willpower, his guidance and a crowbar, we extract his drilling machine from in between my jaws and he finishes the job.
The filling is cleared out and he discovers further decay so he has to "go deeper." I can't decline obviously, thus I sing curse humanity in my head very loudly in an attempt to drown the pain, wondering why they don't do these things with anaesthesia.
When I'm a needle's distance away from a coma, he finishes up and I throw my arms up and shout "Praise The Lord", subsequently screaming in vicious pain and sending all the patients
in the waiting room scurrying out for their lives. We shake hands, he says "See you in 6 months." I verbally express agreement, mock him silently and leap out in freedom till the following year when father drags me back for a check-up.
Option 2. I don't visit him this once, my deepened cavity goes unnoticed, deepens further over the year, I return to him with a tooth-ache next summer, he shakes his finger while singing and dancing to the "I Told You So" song, I sit there embarrassed, receive a root-canal instead and curse my bad luck.
What am I going to do????
EDIT: I went, got one filling replaced, not too painful, almost enjoyable. Bye! And don't forget to visit your dentist every 6 months!
In 40 minutes, I have a dentist appointment. Reason? He wants to redo a silver filling and substitute it with a white one. It's optional really. Should I desire it, I can continue to look like Bicentennial Man every time I say "Aaaah". Otherwise, I hit the D's chair for yet another memorable experience, the kind that make us go "Even if I must have a painful end, I hope it isn't over here."
The dilemma is such.
Option 1. I visit the dentist, sit on his chair, he puts on the cursed light, turns on the drill, I stiffen up in pain, resembling a statue that's just watched "Koi Mil Gaya" for a 5th time or "Krishh" for the first, and he spends 5 minutes telling me to relax because "I haven't even started yet!"
Then he commences the ritual of excavating the old filling, I grip the arm rest too firmly, thereby deflating its cushion. Then comes the worst and my mouth begins to shut involuntarily and he asks me politely to fight it open. Thereafter, with the aid of my willpower, his guidance and a crowbar, we extract his drilling machine from in between my jaws and he finishes the job.
The filling is cleared out and he discovers further decay so he has to "go deeper." I can't decline obviously, thus I sing curse humanity in my head very loudly in an attempt to drown the pain, wondering why they don't do these things with anaesthesia.
When I'm a needle's distance away from a coma, he finishes up and I throw my arms up and shout "Praise The Lord", subsequently screaming in vicious pain and sending all the patients
in the waiting room scurrying out for their lives. We shake hands, he says "See you in 6 months." I verbally express agreement, mock him silently and leap out in freedom till the following year when father drags me back for a check-up.
Option 2. I don't visit him this once, my deepened cavity goes unnoticed, deepens further over the year, I return to him with a tooth-ache next summer, he shakes his finger while singing and dancing to the "I Told You So" song, I sit there embarrassed, receive a root-canal instead and curse my bad luck.
What am I going to do????
EDIT: I went, got one filling replaced, not too painful, almost enjoyable. Bye! And don't forget to visit your dentist every 6 months!
Thursday, 12 July 2007
I'd have prefered "A Storm" but....
| You Are Lightning |
 Beautiful yet dangerous People will stop and watch you when you appear Even though you're capable of random violence You are best known for: your power Your dominant state: performing |
Monday, 9 July 2007
TOW God went "Oops!"
I believe the reason we don't see god ever could be because god has banished himself for many many thousands of years as punishment. If he really exists, that is.
And assuming, even if hypothetically, that he exists, the reason that he would have to punish himself would be something like this..
I watched Die Hard 4.0 (Don't quite know yet why they put the .0 after the 4) yesterday and I can find myself drawing an analogy. I can't credit the film for stirring this thought in me, that I am about to share, because though it was a brilliant flick et all, I can't acknowledge it for accomplishing feats that it didn't really accomplish. It only happened that I drew that analogy 38 seconds ago with what I saw in the film yesterday.
Well, the analogy is such..
[analogy begins..]There was this person who a brilliant programmer. For people who're checking in from the Stone age and don't really know what a programmer is, don't bother wondering. Basically, there was this person who was really good at something.
[assumption]So he had this wonderful gift that empowered him to do great things. And he did some wonderful things for our benefit.[/assumption]
(Again, I use assumption tags here because I missed the first fifteen minutes of the film and can only assume he did those wonderful things in the first fifteen minutes of the film, especially because it would fit quite well with the storyline, and if that is in fact not how the film began, then the film isn't quite as good as I thought it was.)
Then one day, he did something that he thought was even more brilliant and noble and a favour to those who were watching him perform the brilliant task. Only, others who observed him thought it wasn't all that noble[/analogy] so they put a gun to his head and told him to stop performing this controversial "noble" task. If that wasn't enough, they disgraced him afterwards. That made this guy really mad. So he became evil and started trying to kill everyone and make lots of money for himself.
I ended the analogy in between the paragraph, as evident from the tags, because though god was gifted with powers to create a beautiful planet and wonderful plants, animals and fish (I don't like reptiles and I despise insects. A tortoise isn't a reptile, is it?) and then he did this horrid thing by creating Human Beings.... and the analogy ended there because no body put a gun to god's head (if he has one, if he exists) to tell him to stop and he didn't, afterwards, become evil and start killing everyone.... unless of course, he's causing Global Warming and fooling us into believing it's our fault, which I'm pretty sure isn't true. I doubt God is obsessed with making lots of money for himself because money is something we created just to point fingers and laugh at the poor people.
So after creating Human Beings and looking at what they turned out to be, he went "Oh golly!" and banished himself into a forest or an ocean (with Scuba Diving gear). Or he's probably hiding in the Himalayas, disguised as the Abominable Snowman. Or maybe he hasn't really disguised himself, and that's what he looked like all along and we just don't know.
Infinite possibilities really. But what is most likely a confirmed piece of news is that (if he exists,) he created humans, went "Oh Golly" and ran into hiding and abandonment as penance.
Why do I feel a sudden surge of hatred towards my own kind? It is probably because they're a selfish lot with inflated egos and go to any lengths to get what they want. When they see someone with something they desire, they start hurling insults and abuses at that person, thinking that they're quite quite smart when in fact, they're quite quite feather-brained.
[This post may or may not be "inspired" by anyone or anytwo or anymany in particular.... I'll leave that a mystery.] What I do maintain is that I think humans are an awful lot, only slightly better than crocodiles and more attractive than insects, though not as nice, and this is evident from how decent and kind and caring animals such as dogs are who love us unconditionally, until we pelt them with stones after which they're simply afraid of us. There are a few people who're actually very nice but they're very few and the number may be too large for me to count on my fingers because I only have ten but possibly can be counted by god on his fingers. If he has fingers. If he exists.
And assuming, even if hypothetically, that he exists, the reason that he would have to punish himself would be something like this..
I watched Die Hard 4.0 (Don't quite know yet why they put the .0 after the 4) yesterday and I can find myself drawing an analogy. I can't credit the film for stirring this thought in me, that I am about to share, because though it was a brilliant flick et all, I can't acknowledge it for accomplishing feats that it didn't really accomplish. It only happened that I drew that analogy 38 seconds ago with what I saw in the film yesterday.
Well, the analogy is such..
[analogy begins..]There was this person who a brilliant programmer. For people who're checking in from the Stone age and don't really know what a programmer is, don't bother wondering. Basically, there was this person who was really good at something.
(Again, I use assumption tags here because I missed the first fifteen minutes of the film and can only assume he did those wonderful things in the first fifteen minutes of the film, especially because it would fit quite well with the storyline, and if that is in fact not how the film began, then the film isn't quite as good as I thought it was.)
Then one day, he did something that he thought was even more brilliant and noble and a favour to those who were watching him perform the brilliant task. Only, others who observed him thought it wasn't all that noble[/analogy] so they put a gun to his head and told him to stop performing this controversial "noble" task. If that wasn't enough, they disgraced him afterwards. That made this guy really mad. So he became evil and started trying to kill everyone and make lots of money for himself.
I ended the analogy in between the paragraph, as evident from the tags, because though god was gifted with powers to create a beautiful planet and wonderful plants, animals and fish (I don't like reptiles and I despise insects. A tortoise isn't a reptile, is it?) and then he did this horrid thing by creating Human Beings.... and the analogy ended there because no body put a gun to god's head (if he has one, if he exists) to tell him to stop and he didn't, afterwards, become evil and start killing everyone.... unless of course, he's causing Global Warming and fooling us into believing it's our fault, which I'm pretty sure isn't true. I doubt God is obsessed with making lots of money for himself because money is something we created just to point fingers and laugh at the poor people.
So after creating Human Beings and looking at what they turned out to be, he went "Oh golly!" and banished himself into a forest or an ocean (with Scuba Diving gear). Or he's probably hiding in the Himalayas, disguised as the Abominable Snowman. Or maybe he hasn't really disguised himself, and that's what he looked like all along and we just don't know.
Infinite possibilities really. But what is most likely a confirmed piece of news is that (if he exists,) he created humans, went "Oh Golly" and ran into hiding and abandonment as penance.
Why do I feel a sudden surge of hatred towards my own kind? It is probably because they're a selfish lot with inflated egos and go to any lengths to get what they want. When they see someone with something they desire, they start hurling insults and abuses at that person, thinking that they're quite quite smart when in fact, they're quite quite feather-brained.
[This post may or may not be "inspired" by anyone or anytwo or anymany in particular.... I'll leave that a mystery.] What I do maintain is that I think humans are an awful lot, only slightly better than crocodiles and more attractive than insects, though not as nice, and this is evident from how decent and kind and caring animals such as dogs are who love us unconditionally, until we pelt them with stones after which they're simply afraid of us. There are a few people who're actually very nice but they're very few and the number may be too large for me to count on my fingers because I only have ten but possibly can be counted by god on his fingers. If he has fingers. If he exists.
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