Why I Love Dives

 

1. $3-$5 for a pint!!

2. Almost always 50+ years old. Love, LOVE the ambiance – the old wood, the worn-out leather seats, the regulars, the friendly bartenders.

3. The li’l notes patrons pin on the walls, carve into the maturing wood, hide somewhere in one of the corners of the walls.

4. JUKEBOX. YES, PLEASE.

5. Conversation with… everyone possible.

 

And, the Award Goes to…

Hey, Y’all!

I’ve been nominated by the scrumptious Cass for the ‘One Lovely Blog’ award! Well, I really hope I win ‘cuz… well, why wouldn’t I want to win? So, help a buddy out, yo?!

Here goes nothin’ :-

Seven Things About Me:-

1. I’m reserved when you meet me but, I’m pretty fun to hang out with once I’ve known you for a while. So, stick around, a’rite?

2. I love roaming around my city all alone.

3. I’m a sucker for anything vintage. That stuff is just classy, classy, classy.

4. I adore Entenmann’s ‘All Butter Loaf Cake’.

5. I LOVE reading. Like, I would mate with my favorite books if I could.

6. One of my favorite things to do is just hop off on a random stop from the subway and find a quiet bar and read whatever I have on me that day. (With a Stella Artois to keep me company, of course.)

7. I’m really hoping to get into full time writing or journalism someday.

My Five Nominees:

Mathangi Jeyabaul

Turkischland

Mike_Reverb

In My Opinion…

HELLA SYDNEY

The Rules:-

  1. Copy/paste the award logo onto a post.
  2. Thank and link back to the person who nominated you.
  3. List 7 things about yourself.
  4. Nominate 5 other blogs.
  5. Let your nominees know you’ve chosen them.

My heartfelt thanks to Cass for the nomination! Big hug and all the best!!

*Appendages Crossed*

Things You End Up Doing On A Lazy Day

Okay, so today happens to be a pretty Sun-less, windy day (Yaaay! Fall’s here!) and as it happens, I’ve spent the whole, entire day being jobless.

This doesn’t mean I ain’t got stuff to do. Oh, no, no. I got deadlines, beb. But, I’ve just spectacularly whiled away the day and, this list of things below is further testament. So, read on, amigos:-

1. Watched ‘Hysteria’ – FYI, totes-amazing movie, y’all!

2. Watched the latest episode (partially, still saving the end for tonight) of ‘White Collar

3. Have been channeling my inner gay guy today hence, the tone of the blog-post

4. Watched this video… TWICE

5. Downloaded loadsa songs

6. Made pasta. Started watching some shit on YT, messed up pasta, spent the next half hour fixing pasta

7. Ate pasta. It was gooooood. No, really. It was. (Once I scraped off the burnt bits, it tasted scrumptious.)

8. Drank ‘x’ glasses of Iced Tea – with lemon, with allspice, with IDUNNOJUSTPUTTHISINTOTHEGLASSIT’LLTASTEAWESOMEYO

9. Read some blog-posts

10. Gossiped with folx (folks)

11. Coined new slang term – folx (FYI, folks)

12. Made coffee. Put too much coffee in. Still drinking said coffee…

13. Stared outside at the yellowing trees with LDR’s ‘Summertime Sadness’ on full blast

14. Watched ‘How To’ videos and read some ‘How To’ blog-posts

15. Ate some more pasta (post-scraping burnt bits off, of course)

16. Wrote this blog-post after starting it waaaaay back (like when it was not dark and stuff outside)

17. Panicking a little about tomorrow but, YOLO

18. Finally used ‘YOLO’ in the douche-y way it ought to be used

19. Still staring (squinting, really) at the yellowing trees outside but, with Aerosmith’sCrazy‘ on

20. FINALLY, posting this list after editing it (W/e, I know there’s not much to edit but, a 20 point list > 19 point list. Deal with it.)

So, how do you guys while away awesomely lazy days like these? And, how do you motivate yourself to get any work done at all on such days?

Note: Finished work for tomorrow, feeling much better now!

Why I Dislike Macy’s (Herald Square)

 

Well, I’m not too much of a shopaholic; I think I barely fall in the category, to tell you the truth. However, I do need to go and buy stuff occasionally, as we all do. So, I landed up at Macy’s the other day to buy some outerwear (winter approaches *brrrr*) and literally had a headache-inducing time. Here’s why:-

Macy's (Herald Square)

1. Macy’s is undergoing some sort of renovation – ALL HELL HATH BREAK LOOSE!! Half the display shelf cabinets are locked and one can’t even see most of the products or touch the and inspect them while browsing. In case one wants to see the product up-close, the utterly snobby Macy’s staff take their own sweet time in a) Noticing the customer b) Acknowledging the customer’s request and, c) Actually opening the God-damned cabinets! As if this weren’t taxing enough, the customers (due to lack of space) crowd around the area like they’re at a fish market and don’t let people pass by! (In hindsight, the customers’ may be milling around the area because someone has finally opened the coveted cabinets!)

Due to the renovation, half the escalators are not working and none of the elevators are working. Restrooms have been relocated to the BASEMENT and the MUTHAFUKIN’ SEVENTH FLOOR!!!

2. The Sales’ Reps are downright rude and do not pay any attention to the shoppers. Why are they hired? To lounge about and sample the stupid perfume strips they ought to be handing out to all the customers? No one’s at the changing room section to assist, either?!

3. The unfriendly folk at the counters not only behave unprofessionally with the customers, there is utter un-professionalism in the conversations between employees as well! A Mexican rep was yelling from one end of one of the sections to someone over at the other end, “HEYYYY!!! WHERE YOU AT?!” repeatedly while others were getting startled. If one wants to get a glimpse of the ghettos, one may come to this Macy’s.

In one of the sections, cashiers were chatting away with other staff members while doe-eyed tourist customers stood around, waiting confusedly.

Such things have happened earlier as well at this Macy’s but, the recent experience at the store has left a bitter taste in my mouth. And a headache. The management ought to seriously consider HR training for the staff and treating their customers well.

 

As the Fan Creaks Me to Sleep

Sometimes I lie awake at night — well, I’m sorta border-insomniac so most nights I lie awake at night — and just ponder over stuff as the gentle hum of the air conditioner soothes my ears.

At times, I think about all the things I’ve gone through, all the weirdness that is my life and the way(s) I handled or manhandled the situation(s). Y’know, little ‘Notes to Self’ for the future, so to say.

At other times, I think about society – just people, in general. It’s funny how selfish the world can be  and yet, most fight anything anti-social tooth and nail to fit in. It’s astonishing how many people leave good sense and go along with herd mentality. It appears that the want to be appreciated by the masses swallows the desire to be internally fulfilled.

And, most are unaware of this cyclical battle between the Spirit and the Ego. Lives are recycled, souls reincarnated, aimlessly wandering, devoid of thought processes, ignorant of their reality. The world seems like a whorl of directionless souls. Even being mis-directioned would be a step towards the correct flow, a foothold to veer the black hole of nothingness into the Light.

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Still, there is a glimmer of hope. The outliers who look at themselves. The ones who really see their potential and go for their goals, sans everything, sans anything. There are the few who just have an idea, a goal or a fetish, even – all consuming desire or a willingness to do what they set out to, to complete the opportunity they possess. These are the people who bring the Light, bring life, bring everything a little bit more into line.

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Whatever I may be thinking, I always aim to look ahead as I drift off to the land of dreams (Some of my dreams are quite disconcerting, by the way).

So, let’s look ahead – we have a life to live.

Sleeping in Style

Okay guys. So, I’ve just been lolling around on my bed for the whole entire day and now I’m fed up. I got tired of lying on my back and subsequently, resting my back against the wall as I balanced my laptop on my lap (I take connotations very seriously and, literally.)

So, I went into belly-first mode and it was the MOST UNCOMFORTABLE FEELING EVARRR. As usual, I decided to Google this position and OH JOY so many hits on sleeping positions, posture and body language came up! So, I decided to give you guys the long and short on sleeping positions *Ta Dah*! Enjoy! :-

The Prone Position: Lying on your stomach. Folks who lie on heir bellies as they sleep have strong compulsive tendencies, are stubborn personalities and are persistent and goal-oriented.

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The Royal Position: Lying on you back. People who sleep on their backs exposing themselves are secure, self-involved and laidback.

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The Semi-Fetal Position: Lying on your side. This is the most common sleep position and also the best way to sleep as per doctors. These people are conciliatory, compromising and non-threatening.

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The Full-Fetal Position: Lying curled up, like a fetus in the womb. These folk are highly emotional, sensitive and artistic.

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Next time you sleep, be careful for you may just be giving away your deepest needs!

Sources:-

http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/dating-advice/his-bedtime-body-language-0210#slide-4

Images:-

https://www.google.com/search?sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8&q=sleep+positions+image

Sidebar: I’ve just been really bimbo-esque in this post ‘cuz, well, I’ve just spent the entire day catching up on my T.V. show backlog.

Get Out of My Way When I’m Getting My Sweat On!

Right. So this is a rant on all the pathetic and irritating aunties in my colony who have made my exercise routine excruciating because of their daily dose of dumbassery. For the uninitiated, middle-aged ladies in India are referred to as ‘aunties’ and it is common for these ladies to go for morning/evening walks in their respective suburbs.

These ladies are a peculiar species in their own way. They’re mostly housewives who spend the entire day yelling at their maids (household help in India is common) and over-feeding their darling children. They’re bored, undoubtedly. Come evening, they turn into salwar-kameezNike donning ninjas and hurry to meet their counterparts for their awesome “evening walk and chit-chat” sessions. Oh, and most of them carry flowery napkins to soak up their imagined workout sweat and frequently check their cellphones, which are generally worn as pendantesque accessories, like the three solid gold chains around their hippo necks aren’t eye-catching enough.

Anyway, once you get over this overwhelming sight, you notice that the aunty brigade takes up the entire road as they “walk”. Yes, the whole ten feet of road is occupied by these domestic cows as they sashay rhythmically down the lane. As it is they walk at a speed of roughly 2mts/hour, with breaks at regular intervals to catch their breaths and gossip some more – because it’s soooo difficult to saunter and jabber at the same time.

These Mrs. Khuranas and Mrs. Thiagarajans don’t give a damn about the loner jogger as s/he attempts to squeeze past the lady army and jog on steadfastly. They graciously deign to move for cars and autos and very grudgingly so for scooters and scooterettes. Please, hear our pleas! We’re here to use the roads, too!

For the love of God, please have mercy on us loner joggers, we need to maintain a pace to build our stamina, we need to work up a sweat and thin down. Isn’t that the point of exercise, really?

Sidebar: I really wanted to put in a picture but, as I searched Google Images, I found mostly aunty-centric porn. Did not know that’s a rage. Indian men’s taste sucks big time.

What’s Happening to Us All?

I see all these women hurrying along footpaths, their pastel sarees bunched up just enough to expose their Paragon chappals and Metro sandals, one eye in front as they search their sensible sienna handbags to whip out their cell phones and call up someone or the other.

I look around and spot a sea of middle aged, salt-and-pepper haired men on the parallel road, primly dressed in collared, half-sleeved striped blue-and-white or just plain blue shirts ending at sensibly bargained Rs. 95 pleather belts holding up their charcoal grey trousers. They look left, then right and then left again… at least a few do, as they cross the road at different intervals dodging the odd autorickshaw threateningly honking and return the glares of rotund, curly-haired, mustachioed men on pistachio green Bajaj scooters.

I turn away and glance inside a share auto; two men – probably in their thirties, sit and make small talk on big issues. The one near the window has a leaky pen in his shirt pocket, the off-white cloth stains as he speaks, the royal blue ink seeps into the coarse cotton threads, deeply; three twenty-something college-going girls sit opposite them – wide-eyed, fresh-faced women, eagerly discussing something appropriately scandalous about a batch-mate – perhaps her boyfriend sexts her during class, perhaps she does. Their hurried whispers escape through their hand-cupped mouths as their guilty, sweeping glances search the auto for a knowing look or an admonishment. Hoping no one overhears or understands their wanton gossip, loaded acronyms are gleefully passed on among the trio; childish, mean giggles ensue.

The driver in front looks ahead, unimpressed by the snaking line of metal-on-rubber boxes of which he’s a fragment; he sighs as another long day comes to an end. He looks over at the sidewalk, smoothens his wiry hair, or what’s left of it and leches at buxom and lithe women alike as they pass by the share auto.

Barely halting to notice the Lord Hanuman sticker on it’s bumper, the ladies walk as they tuck their frazzled hair behind imitation jewel adorned ears as the loosely strung jasmine flowers twisted around their untwisting hairknots hang on limply, they do notice the mundu-clad, beady-eyed driver and the two thirty-something men who’re ogling at them with equally dispassionate boredom now that something more interesting than today’s share market small talk has caught their fancy. They look ahead, their nostrils slightly flared and, silently busy themselves in searching for something, anything in their sensible sienna handbags; they walk on.

The light turns green; we move on, too.

Things Girls Need to Do Differently

Take More Risks – Girls are generally prone to play it safe when it comes to their own needs, perhaps because they have been taught to argue sparingly and maintain a comely attitude. In addition, since they’re conditioned to think with restrictions and indirectly made to feel inferior, self doubt lingers in most girls‘ minds.

Doubting and belittling your goals so that you don’t come across as demanding, aggressive or impulsive is idiotic. It is even more idiotic to think not taking a risk and being a good person are the same thing. It’s important to look at the Reward-to-Risk ratio when one is contemplating doing something but, not doing anything is just plain cowardly.

Stick to Your Guns: From the time they prancing around in their pretty pink pinafores picking pansies and periwinkles to braid into their pretty blonde braids, girls are chided for ‘unpleasant’ behavior like making noise or being unkempt. Once an adolescent, parents have earlier curfews for them and tend to keep a stricter eye on the teenage girl. In most cases, girls tend to stick to the rules and pride themselves on being prim and proper or ‘good girls’.

But, in the workplace or in major decisions in life, these very parent-controlled limits tend to puncture holes in girls’ confidence and their analytic ability thus, making it hard for them to persist once they’ve decided on something. Girls need to believe in themselves a little more and learn to care a little less about things that are minuscule in the larger picture. Today, it is stupid to expect a girl to be a doormat. Also, please don’t be afraid of being disliked if it’s in lieu of something you’re passionate about and which will bring obvious value to your life. Sometimes, you gotta hold on.

Avoid Being the Damsel in Distress: There’s no Prince Charming on a ‘Tide’ white steed coming to rescue you. There’s no need to behave like a delicate darling and run to someone when anything remotely challenging comes your way. It’s cheap, parasitic and irritating, to say the least. Get a hold of yourself, be your own damn savior.