The daily sweat shops

Today I went out for the weekly grocery shopping. I decided to try out the one who offers goods on a lesser margin.

Like all the desperate middle class middle aged men trying to save a rupee ( and in te end burn an extra ten rupee on petrol) I went to a renowned shop in the neighborhood. These guys ran a chain of grocery round the city. They quickly rose to fame and renovated the interiors to get the swanky feeling. I ran into some of my colleagues in the shop. I was amazed at the way they had beautifully arranged their stuff.

Needless to say it's not easy to compete with the Big Bazaars and Mores. But these small scale guys have held on to their share of market, much to their credit

I took a look around and saw very tiny kids dressed in white overcoats looking so famished, listless and tired. They were the 'executives'- fancy name given to sweatshop workers.
Most of them sweat it out morning till night only to earn a pittance. Some years ago when Kerala was unfriendly to business ventures we never saw these faces. Sadly we have become 'business friendly'

Starting again

Hello anyone who reads my blog. Been away for a while and now am back, this time as a very much married guy.

Well marriage was an excuse for lesser blogging and also  faulty keyboard. But the last week, I decided to buy a new keyboard and am very raring to go!!!!!

Bare handed dentist

I have been told many times, that I am a horny bastard and a jerk. The first instance was after seeing a fashion show of a friend. I got turned on so bad and let her know that she had "hot thighs". the next day she snubbed me so bad that she posted all over my orkut wall with the words- perhaps you should admire the thighs of your mother and sister. I cried so much and begged her for mercy.

I promised everyone that this would be my last time but no, over the years it went on to become greater and greater. Nowadays I am rather uncomfortable if no one calls me a horny bastard.

Some women had gone on to suggest marriage will cure me of all sickness. Now the said advise came from an American setlled friend who is "unofficially" separated from her husband.
But I realize I am very comfortable with myself and shed off all the pretensions.

Sometimes I am quite surprised that smaller things ae quite eniough to arouse the horny bastard in me
A few days ago I realized after a meal a small parrticle gets caught up in my teeth. I then struggle half an hour with my toungue and hands to get it out. i asked around who the cheapest dentist was.
Dentists are the hot money makers of today. They use very cheap materials and make more than 100 percent profit. Atlast I got reffered to a dentist couple.I went for an appointment and was asked by the receptionist whom I preffered to see

Although my choice was the lady, I preffered to be the gentleman and gave the choice to the receptionist. The receptionist , to my relief, fixed my appointment with th lady

I was even more rlieved to find a prety cute Brahmin lady with the most perfect curves. As she started prodding my teeth , exclaimimg how horrible they were I closed my eyes and lay dreaming about her, blissfully unaware of the drills carving my mouth. The latex gloves in her hands was a distraction. May be this is the reason people hate condoms.

Towards the end of it I felt a strange sensation and looked up to see there were no gloves in the hands digging into my mouth.
And i lay blissfully licking the hand , feigning ignorance

Happy independence day you all

Happy Independence day to one and all. Narendra Modiji would have delivered his first Red fort speech by now. A dream come true for him

For the past fe days my TL has been littered with requests from patriotic Indian to change my DP into tri-colour. My whatsapp and Twitter pages are filled with patriots. Why this over expression for patriotism I don't understand. Added to that all government employees have been asked to assemble at sharp 8 and raise the flag. I am a little low on patriotism so didn,t go
It is yet to be seen if the stimulation of nationalistic feeling is a method to gain sanction for everything a particlar individual doe, with the rhetoric that it's for good of the nation!

My next two weeks will be filled with Marriage parties. I guess they chose the Independence week as a moment to shed independence. What a joke
Anyways some of the last  in the list of yet-to-be-marrried is getting married off

The daily thought- Enough Money

More and more of my friends come up with the wonderful idea of 'investing'. No one is happy with having a bank balance. Everyone wants to start a business or invest it somewhere.

I have known this guy for years. He has been telling me his conquests in equity market. He asked me to seriously think about starting a business where I can offer my advises for people to invest.Well, it sounds cool.

After almost a week  return home and took up the newspaper . Kerala police has launched 'operation kubera' to inish off the money lenders aka blade mafia. This was prompted by a family suicide involving 5. The family had borrowed some 40 lakhs from different people.

I browsed through a few papers and came to know that the son had borrowed 40 lakhs to invest in share market
It seems 'enough money' is the new oxymoron

Film to miss - Queen

It's been quite a while since I have seen a movie. So a fiend calls me out for one. In the last minute there comes a change of plan and we go for the 'Queen'.

At first I thought it might be some English movie on the life of Queen Elizabeth , but alas, no. This movie was meant to be done sometime in 80's. If you've been following the 'popular' Hindi films for the last two years, you better give this a miss.

The  girl is from Delhi, but straight out of history text book. So she always pleats her hair , wear salwaar and studies Home Sciene (yeah ther's a course with the name. She never ever touched alcohol, haven't seen condom and thinks that dildos are used to give heart patients a massage. Before I forget, yes she's a Punjabi like every other movie.

So a chocolate guy, who's-not-that-famous-yet, seduces her. But he is typical Indian guy and dominates her. She is ready to sacrifice everythin. Marriage is fixed and you know what....

Yea, he ditches her. She is broken but she had a dream of going to Paris for honeymoon and you know what...

Yea she goes for honeymoon alone. The Delhi girl doesn't know French and speaks English like Russian and is fully clothed all the time and you know what....

She meets up with a girl who is not at all clothed, drinks and smokes all the time, who has a 6 year old something boy ( who is her life but still don't come on the screen as Mom has to attend rave party every night). Of course, half her parent is Indian so she speaks fluent Angrezi hindi and you know what....

Our desi girl accidentally drinks some alcohol during a rave part she bumped into. Suddenly the French pub plays some old Hindi kinky song and our desi actress shakes her boots and she learns she can be independent

Since our Desi girl has flown to Europe, she will have to retrieve her identity by beating the whites and you know what...

Director packs her off to Amsterdam where she wns a cooking competition. She french kisses a white guy and she is fully confident now but you know what....

Her old boy friend comes in search for her. She discovers she ought to be at a Rock Show... End of the Story

The daily Thought- Broken Glass Windows

It;s very difficult to keep up with an initiative however small it is. But it's good to have some discipline

The last day I was reading a bok written bya close confidante of Hitler. He was Hitler's chief architect and in no ways involved in any millitary or ideological decision of the Nazi regime

He says in the book how he and his fellow Germans saw the broken glasses of jewish shops, when the repressions sarted, and chose to walk away. They did so because they did not want to be bothered or they thougt Hitler meant only good for the country

Today we are surrounded by the images of the broken windows and we choose to walk away. I'm sure we are going to regret soon