Well, What can I say?

Waking up after a really bad headache, surprisingly, due to a pain killer, I took a vow- From now on I’ll always check the expiration date before taking any pill. Well, it was already too late and the damage has been done. Apparently, while I was high on the pain pill, which was actually dead, I had done things that should not be talked about again. Among all of my unceremonious doings during that pill-bound time frame, I vaguely remember few things which require an act (actually multiple acts) of absolution (hail Google. In your face GRE!!) from people whom I have never met, physically. My recollection of events is only fuzzy, but I am pretty sure that it involves a social networking website, some mostly funny and very rarely insightful scraps, and a few clicks of submit buttons. And it includes some “add to crush list”s as well. As a person of high dignity, magnanimity and sovereignty (wuh-hoo), I would like to offer my apology for every living organism whose page I might have visited and left my mark; especially the one that has a new scrap reading-“don’t feel bad about your intelligence. If your forefathers had the right genes, they would have passed it to you”. Well, you know who you are and I am really sorry that you had to learn the truth from me.

Now for the really scary (juicy) stuff. About the “add to crush list”s. Now I know vaguely, that the aforementioned ‘social networking website” does not notify the person who is added (addee) about the person who adds (adder) to the crush list. But I am not exactly sure about the wirings and hacking methods that are available to the addee to see their list of adders, so I would like to set the records straight (please scroll if the there is screen over flow). This is for all the addees from the adder talking straight to you (through a number of routers, servers and gateways…a.k.a the internet). Yes I think you look really well. Yes I think you seem to be a very nice person and yes, your profile (real or fake) seems very interesting. Above all, Yes, If given the option, I would most certainly consider the offer notwithstanding any better outstanding offers. That aside, I do say, that I am really (stress the word) sorry that I clicked that ‘add’ button, which I, under saner circumstances, wouldn’t have. But come on, what other option do I have?... Hmmm, Somewhere in my mind, I think I am actually thanking the pill, for making me go halaa-baloo.

Oh, If you are reading this, and I did not visit your page during this whole episode, give a pat on your back. I consider high of you. (or, I don’t even consider you(in that case, the pat is meaningless). Ok, either of that.)

P.S: Am I still high, coz I think I am seeing things......

So, Who Let The Racist Out?

I just finished reading Jemima Rohekar's Article shown in CNNIbn website. Since one of the comments calls me (not specifically, but in a general way) a racist, I think I should respond.

So, ‘Are Delhiites Xenophobic?’ I did not know the meaning of that word yesterday- Xenophobic, which apparently means ‘fearing or hating anyone who's different’, and thanks to the reporter, now I do. The article says that house owners in Delhi refrain from giving houses to foreigners/outsiders, more importantly people of different color, race and/or religion. And this makes them Racial Discriminators. The article with caption, ‘Racist Capitol?’, goes on about saying how the ‘CNNibn mission’ to get a place for a Nigerian who is ‘educated and working in an MNC’ failed because the house owners had the idea of outsiders associated with some anti-social activities (Are some outsiders involved in anti-social activities?!?). And that makes them ‘Obviously’ Racial Discriminators.

I did not know that my father was racist. He once refused to have a man as tenant, because the guy was known to be a gambler and poor at it too. At least, this was the reason he told me. Now when I think about it, may be my father refused, because the guy was not from our caste or he has darker than us, or he had a different shoe size or may be a combination of these. Yes, that must be the reason. My father racially discriminated a man, even though his ‘friends’ proclaimed him as a very good guy, and one of his friends was a pack of 52 cards, because my father felt it was foolish to trade with a poor gambler. Oh wait, that would make every sane person I know in this world a racist. But maybe that’s true… Oh Dammit…Even in crazy world, this does not make any sense.

Come on, Jemima Rohekar. I am sure you attended college which had subjects that dealt with literature and politics at some level. So you must have read quite a bit about what constitutes racism and what makes simple common sense. There are lot of ways make sure that your article sets fire in the reader’s heart (no pun intended), but going out of your way to label your country men racist is a bit too low even for a typical journalist of modern era. When people say that today’s media has become a part of the corrupt system’s team of hacks, journalists like you erupt with rage against generalization , but what about the antics you follow just to get people read your rhetoric?.

It seems that the reporter was not satisfied with turning a simple human behavior into an act of universal evil which, even if provides good number of hits to the site, must be not be tolerated. Statements such as ‘Kashmiris, Muslims and of course hundreds of foreign students… are not welcome in Delhi’ sound as though she is just too desperate.

By my understanding, people just want to stay out of trouble. If my friend asks me to give him/her my wallet, I won’t necessarily hesitate, but if I feel there is something fishy, I have every right to make my own decision irrelevant of their caste, color or whatever. I don’t want to come off as rude, but if someone out there wants to stamp my actions by their own crazy list of commandments, then “F*@K YOU!”

I wasn’t having any plans of doing this, to be honest, but the forces that drive my emotional chariot had the better of me this time. Comments in the CNNIbn article by Aby and Girish have returned me to the blog world. Thanks a lot you ignorant fools.