Friday, April 29, 2005

Plaza Theater

Although the image aint excatly that of Plaza Theater, I have to confess that its pretty close to how Plaza looks as of date.

I watched this movie called Cinima Paradiso today. Although I hate myself for having not seen the movie till date cause its a wonderful movie, I am kinda pissed off about a few things that the movie reminded me off.

One such instance is the fact that I heard recently that they were going to close down Plaza Theater on M.G. Road in Bangalore to make way for something new age, like a multiplex or something. Now, I for one, cant gurantee the fact that its going to be pulled down, but hell, its a part of the movie history in Bangalore.

I remember, quite sometime back, when "The Day of the Jackal" released, there was no Rex, nor was there a Symphony. All we had was Plaza. My dad picked up 3 tickets. One for him, one for my brother and one for me. I even remember that he had a friend at work. I cant remember the aunty's name, but her husband worked or co-owned Plaza or something and he got us balcony seats through her. Anyways, it was my first movie and I can recall every minute that I spent in that theater, all astonished and stuff.

Anyways, I think this was some good 15-17 years ago. Who'd ever think that I would still dwell on that facination that I had for the movies and choose for it to be a part of my career eh? None the less, not to stray away from the post, I am kinda pissed off by the fact that they're tearing down a piece of history and paving the way for the new. Although I must admit, I might be posting this out of nostalgia created by watching Cinima Paradiso, but hell, I for one, genuinely feel bad. I take it that you guys get the message from the way I've spelt the word genuinely that its all heartfelt.

But for some odd reason, I cant help but get pissed off when I hear them say "the old has to make way for the new". It just pisses me off..


Thursday, April 28, 2005

!!! SPLASH !!!

(splăsh) pronunciation

v., splashed, splash·ing, splash·es.
  1. To propel or scatter (a fluid) about in flying masses.
  2. To scatter fluid onto in flying masses; wet, stain, or soil with flying fluid.
meaning derived from

So there I was, riding my bike back home and it was raining a bit. Everything was going well, until this huge fucking truck rode past me with great speed and in the process happened to splash all the water that had been collected on the road due to all the rain right on my face.

Now, two reasons why i am pissed off today.

1. Fucking truck splashing all that water on my face
2. The pathetic drainage system that we have here in Bangalore that actually lets rain water get clogged up and in the process, happen to collect in puddles on the road which in turn are used by truckers to splash water over unsuspecting bikers like me.

FUCKING SHIT, not only did i get drenched in the rain, but thanks to that stupid trucker, I even got my shirt all dirty.

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Peace Frog

Ok so hey..
I ran over this frog today and lets just say I am not really in high spirits about it.

I am kinda pissed off with myself for having run over him. I mean, it was dark. I was riding back home and I couldnt see much on the road. To add insult, there was also a tad bit of rain.

So there I am, on my bike. Perched some 4 feet off the ground and expected to notice a tiny little frog hopping around on the ground. As luck would have it, I didnt miss him and felt a small nudge of my tire as I rode over him.

I even went back to check if I had actually run over him and it seemed pretty obvious with him lying there, stationary.

Anyways, I am pissed off with myself for having run over that frog today. Poor chap!

Monday, April 25, 2005

Fuck You!!!!

I've just pulled up some random image that I found on google and put it here by converting it to b&w in PS and just adding a lil` text and I dont really give a fuck for the guy who originally owned this image anyways.

Having said that, I fucking hate that dickwart who spat on me today. I remember I blogged about spitting and how I hate it when these fucking retards stick their heads outside the bloody bus windows and then just spit away on the road outside without giving a fuck for gravity, physics, velocity of the wind and most importantly, the bike riders who are about to overtake that same fucking bus from the side that they are spitting onto.

Today, while I was headed to Koramangala, I overtook one such bus from the right side of the vehicle and thanks to my lucky stars, one old man, in all probability a villager spat right out of his window. We're not talking about a small blob. We're talking about a huge mother fucker ... the size of that flem-covered-salvia filled blob was atleast the size of my palm if we had to lay it out on my palm. Anyways, it just flew across and came and landed right on my shoulder. I mean what the FUCK!!!!

I am sorry if I've used way too many abusive words in this one post, but I just felt very disgusted with my jacket and didnt even wear it after the incident. I just took it off, purchased a plastic cover and put it in and brought it home. [note: to add insult to injury, it rained today]

Anyways, the fucking dickhead pissed me off, although he was old and I should probably cut him some slack, i still hate him and thanks to what he did, he's registered in my blog for good.

Sunday, April 24, 2005

Digging In the Nose

I mean, come on.. There's a time and place for everything right?

Today, while I was out in the morning on some errands, I couldnt quite help but notice one guy waiting at the shop where I was at going about digging his nose quite extensively.

I mean, its alright if he did it discreetly enough, but he didnt seem to care. He just kept digging and digging for more and more. I was watching him every step of the way and trust me, those facial expressions that he had on him while he was going at it were worth a photograph. Unfortunately enough, I dont like camera phones and dont own one. So, sorry.

Anyways, if the queen mother can do it, why can't he eh?
None the less, watching him collect his stuff with the same fucking hands and then walk back home was quite disturbing and to say the least, pissed me off quite a bit.

Friday, April 22, 2005


(hāt) pronunciation

v., hat·ed, hat·ing, hates.
    1. To feel hostility or animosity toward.
    2. To detest.
  1. To feel dislike or distaste for: hates washing dishes.

To feel hatred.

meaning derived from

For some reason, over the past few days/weeks I havent been able to update this blog everyday like I had set out to. I wanted to make this a daily thing to remind myself over the years about all the things that piss me off.

Anyways, I wasnt able to update my blog for quite a few days now thanks to the fact that I've been very busy helping my brother get things organised for his wedding and clearly enough, a number of things have pissed me off while running around to get things in place.

I think I'll write about each and every one of them on the days that I cant really seem to put my finger on that 'one' thing that pisses me off on that one particular day. None the less, I havent really kept up to my promise to myself of updating this everyday and thus not living up to my promise kinda pisses me off. Thus, I hate myself.

So, for all those days that have passed without a post of mine, I apologise to myself. Not accomplishing something that I set out to do sucks and pisses me off.

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

My Friend, Dalda


Any cuisine in South Asia including India, Pakistan and its neighbouring countries is probably never complete without some tasty recipes from the DALDA brand of hydrogenated vegetable oils, characterised by their typical flavor. The story goes that it used to be imported in the '30s from the Netherlands by a trader called Dada & Co. When Hindustan Lever limited got into the picture and wanted to brand it, the trader, who still retained a commercial connection with the product, said it had to be named after his company. HLL wanted to include the letter 'L' in it for Lever (of the UniLever group), and thus was born one of the longest-living brands in India. Dalda, which came to be synonymous with the vanaspati (hydrogenated vegetable fat) genre, was recently extended to a range of edible oils.

meaning derived from

I looked up, didnt find an 'apt' answer for this dude. He's a friend alright. A good one at that too. But like he claims ever so proficiently on his blog, he fucking manages to piss people off for no good reason..

Now yesterday, I happened to have a small lil` argument with him. Although nothing serious, I must admit, it got me pretty darn worked up. Now, I am not the kind of guy who'll go about arbidly lying to his friends. Atleast not the one's I know well and keep in contact with on a daily basis. So, he sends me this link about the next edition of the game Need for Speed. Little did he know that I had already heard about the very news from another friend quite sometime back. Being the egoistic bitch that he is, although I know for a fact that he is not really egoistic or anything but was just being so to piss me off, he went on arguing with me that I was lying to him and he got me all worked up and all..

Anyways, that feeling didnt last long. Although its nice to know a guy like Dalda, I must say, he's managed to piss me off for not having added him to this blog. Beat that..
Stupid twit :)

Now, I am sure he's going to post a million comments or come close to posting the million comments about how I suck and how he's the ruler of the world and so on and so forth, I just have one thing to say to him .. Up yours BIATCH!! heh!

Monday, April 11, 2005


(pĭm'pəl) pronunciation

A small swelling of the skin, usually caused by acne; a papule or pustule.

meaning derived from

Luckily, I dont suffer from many pimples. But I can just about imagine how it feels for those people with shit loads of pimples on their faces.

Today, I got back from a nice lil` haircut and a shave and I must have had an alergic reaction to the blade that the barber used on me cause out of nowhere a pimple just came up on my face. Now, there's nothing wrong with pimples, but their mere existance can be such a piss off, dont you think?

I kept scratching, making it worse, cause this was one of those rare things that happens to me. I absolutely hate it cause with all the scratching, the thing has grown and I have stopped scratching it now with the fear that it'll soon develop to be the size of my head even. Anyways, having a pimple on your face can be such a piss off, esp when your not used to having on there.

Sunday, April 03, 2005


mis·un·der·stand·ing (mĭs'ŭn-dər-stăn'dĭng) pronunciation
  1. A failure to understand or interpret correctly.
  2. A disagreement or quarrel.
meaning derived from

Dont you just hate it when you have a misunderstanding?
I am not talking about the kind of misunderstanding that the image is set to create. For heavens sake, she's just helping him get that tire on the rim, thats all. Pervert.

Anyways, having a misunderstanding with someone very close to you can be a real piss off.. Today was one such day when I had this argument which was caused by a misunderstanding with a good friend of mine and at the end of it all, it left me pretty pissed off, both with my friend and myself.

I just hate it..

Friday, April 01, 2005

Power Failure

power outage

A power outage is the loss of the electricity supply to an area.

meaning derived from

I hate power cuts. Especially when they interfere with your day to day activities. Like today, without any warning in the newspapers and all, the power company just decided to cut power for nearly 4 hours. I dont see the reason why they had to pull it off.

When I called them up, they told me that a tree had fallen over the lines and had snapped the power. I believed them. Then my brother woke up about ½ an hour later and he called them up without knowing that I had already called them up and they told him that the road work was going on on the main road and thus they had to remove the power. When I figured out what they'd told my brother, I knew they were bullshitting us. I made my mom call them up after nearly an hour after my brother's phone call to them and they told my mom that a transformer had blown up.

It was pretty evident with all the lies flying around that they had deliberately snapped our power supply and wanted to trouble the whole area that we lived in. Sadistic mother fuckers. Anyways, power cuts piss me off. I cant stand them.

School Assembly

(skūl) pronunciation
  1. An institution for the instruction of children or people under college age.
  2. An institution for instruction in a skill or business: a secretarial school; a karate school.
as·sem·bly (ə-sĕm'blē) pronunciation
n., pl. -blies.

A group of persons gathered together for a common reason, as for a legislative, religious, educational, or social purpose.

meaning dervied from

Generally, school assemblies dont piss me off. I've enjoyed them while I was at school, quite sometime ago. I remember how we all used to have a blast gathering together outside the basketball court waiting to herd along to the auditorium..

Anyways, so much for sweet memories. School Assemblies can be cool when your at school and stuff, but when your grow old and stay next to a god damm school, trust me, its not all that fun. I live next to a school called "Silicon Valley School" and it follows the regular timings any school follows. Unfortunately, I dont. I sleep very late in the night cause its really hot and rather than wriggling around in my bed for countless hours trying to find the right position to sleep cause of all the heat, I'd rather stay up and play some Need for Speed Underground 2 on the PC and then sleep at like 4 or 4:30 in the morning.

Now, every morning the school kids are supposed to gather in the field, which by the way, happens to be right outside my bed room window. They bellow their lungs out while they are busy playing cricket, among other things. I am sure each and every one of them kids from the school screams the loudest in the morning. They are supposed to have an assembly every morning at 8:30, which btw happens to be just 4 hours into my sleep time and thats excatly when I am in real deep slumber.

Anyways, today, all these kids had their last working day and like always, they managed to make a ruckus outside on the field. Thanks to them, I just slept for 4 hours today and I was woken up by their musings on the field. I hate them kids for screaming like the way they did this morning. If I had a gun, I'd shoot down every one of them..