Of Heartbreaks and Heartbreakers

Everyone at one point or the other has experienced heartbreaks, it could have been either by losing someone close to you through death, break up, rejection or any other reason which caused a huge emotional pain. Sometimes though it is caused by serial heart breakers, some of who may or may not even realise that they are inflicting pain. There are quite a few of people who mistake emotions like love for what they view in Movies or TV Soaps and when they don't experience it in real life, are disappointed and could run the risk of causing a heart ache which occasionally might go into number exceeding one.

The other myth out there on this topic is that, only men cause heart breaks and its only the women who have to suffer through them. Like I said a myth, where in fact there are quite a few women who "play the game" very well. Femme Fatale is the term used for women heart breakers, and they should not be confused with the likes of Paris Hilton and Kim Kardashian, who may be party animals, yet rarely can lead hearts to break. No, we are talking more about the likes of Cleopatras and the Mata Haris who seduced men and had them so smitten, that these men were willing to go to any lengths to appease them. They are in control of the situation in any given time and can manipulate their way to gain access to anything they wish. One of the reasons, that women can play the game in a more advanced manner is because they, unlike men, have a total understanding of how a man thinks. This combined with their superior emotional quotient can have any man singing/listening to "I can't make you love me" (sung by George Michael) for hours after she's been done with him. Men often can't express themselves emotionally and hence it takes more of an effort for them to get over the feelings and thus the pain is more both in amount and in duration. The other mistake that these men who have been played commit is try to persuade the women who left them causing even more pain as they experience, what hurts their ego more than their heart, the blind eye and the deaf ear therapy.

Yes, there is that mystery, that charm associated with a woman who can play the game of love and break hearts for while we think we're immune to the charm that very thought of strength brings in the chinks to the armour and takes us to the heartbreak hotel.

Now you may wonder why I have only discussed women and not men who are more infamous for this act, but that is exactly why I have done so, as the counts of men breaking hearts has been written numerous times. This also in some way should remind us that what we assume may not always hold true and when the word heartbreaker is mentioned, it is not always a man that is the culprit.

Dumb and Rich

It should come as no surprise to many of us but it still does startle me at times when I read about weird people out there and how stupid they can be. Having said that there are times when these stupid people make a lot of money by filing some wild lawsuits and actually winning them. Every year there is held, an award ceremony which picks out the best outrageous and frivolous award amongst the others and these awards are known as the "Stella Awards". This is named after Stella Liebeck who won around $2.9 Million USD in damages after she spilled a hot coffee onto her lap at McDonalds, thereby burning herself. Now when did hot coffee become an issue and since when was being careless and ditzy amount to $2.9 million and if it does then why wasn't I told this before. I have been wasting these many years where I could be going around suing companies for being a complete idiot. Anyhow coming back to the Stella Awards, if you go to their website there are lot of interesting and well quite amusing cases and some of them actually make you think twice about being...or well at least thinking you are smart as by being the other way at least you make a lot of money. Now it is said that not all the stories making the rounds on the net are true but apparently the ones on their website are the real deal. One of the best ones according to me is the winner from 2005, where this guy actually sued David Blaine and David Copperfield (Magicians) claiming that they were defying the laws of physics and must be using "Godly powers" and as he was God (this should have made all the alarm bells go off), they were stealing that power from him and thus he should receive 10% of their lifelong earnings. Now only in a western country would this case be even entertained and I can just imagine someone trying to pull of something like this in the Asian courts, I would assume a bit of police heavy handedness coupled with a lot of mocking would ensure that Mr. God gave away all his "godly powers" away for free.

So the next time you see someone trip and fall, make sure you don't laugh for you never know if that person could take you for a trip to court over that.

To Wed or Not to Wed...Gay is thy Question

There have been a few issues going around the world and for some reason these come up in more than a few ways in your life. Most of the protest or campaign for a cause is nowadays taken many different methods, be it standing on the street passing pamphlets and getting petitions signed or using the electronic media and taking the privilege of the social networking sites by creating pages and inviting people to join them.

One of these issues that has been going around for sometime now is the Gay Marriage one, where for every 3 requests you get to support the cause there is one which tells you how GOD is going to punish you if you even as little as think about giving support to the same sex alliances. Now, if you ask me I don't give a two cent if two people of the same sex want to get married, as quite frankly there are far more serious issues like my personal poverty wherein I can't afford to buy that PS3 that I have been looking at for the last one year and have seen a newer model come in the space of then and now. So you can see the dilemmas I am enduring while there are people who want me to join a group at the risk of taking on the Gods. Now I am not that spiritual but even I know that of everyone, and I mean everyone including Obi-Wan Kenobi (now wasn't he gay.....and now I have offended all the Star Wars fanatic) and God, you don't piss off God. Not because he can strike you down with lightening, that's not intimidating, no, its the suffering that has got me worried.

The whole thing in my opinion has gone a bit overboard with the politicial leaders getting involved and after a few of them getting very vocal against it have been caught out having that sneaky nookie with surprise surprise.....a person of the same sex! Talk about taking things to the next level to prove it wrong but I would say that this would be going a bit overboard. So I guess if you go gay just by objecting to two guys/girls marrying, then I think I am better off saying "Wish a wonderful and gay life to both of you and may the both the husband and husband or wife and wife live happily ever after". Now that we have covered the political aspect, lets move on to the religious one. The one thing that brings leaders of all the world's religion together has turned out to be homosexuality. A couple of years ago, there was a joint procession held by the religious leaders of the Christian, Jewish and Islamic community in Jerusalem where they all banded together to condemn homosexuality and tell the world about the evils of being gay. Yes it took a group of homosexuals to get those mostly bearded bunch to agree on something and actually stand side by side together on an issue. The one thing that surprises me is why the Church should be so against this as by reading the news in the last few years, I thought quite a few of the gays folks got initiated while attending services as little boys.

Now even though I find the whole phenomenon a bit odd, I am certainly not going to judge someone by their preferences of a partner and piss off people like Elton John, George Michael, Tom Cruise....what Tom's not a gay you say? Well anyone that short who jumps on couches in front of millions of people and is not retarded is gay. I'll let you decide that one.

Tasers and Pitch Invaders

I have always been amused with pitch invaders and what goes on in their head before they jump off and start running whilst a game is on the go. Now pitch invasion has a very long history and occur in quite a few sports. There are some so called sports which actually see a bit of excitement because of this activity, ok probably more due to streaking than invading pitches but the only difference between the two happens to be if you have your clothes on or you don't. Along the years, pitch invading has got a lot tougher with the security around the grounds being more stricter than before. We have big fences, an army of security personnel and now the reports coming from the Big Apple this weekend that even tasers are out to electrify (sorry but I couldn't resist) the loony who tries such a thing.

Imagine going to game now, you would be wishing someone gets too drunk (yes that is one of the reasons for jumping on to the pitch and running across with a mental note that a pack of wild dogs are after you) and his friends bet him money (another one of the reasons) to become the gladiator and run across avoiding all obstacles and ensuring that he is not caught, depending on the amount of alcohol consumed and the money wagered, this could also ascertain if the clothes would be of a hindrance to this task or not. This my friends, is where the whole if this is going to be a plain pitch invasion or is it going to be a feat of streaking is decided, let the whole world or at least a state in a country check out what is deemed very private by the public. This is going to be the, most likely less than, five minutes of fame and you decide if you want to be an open book (again couldn't resist it) or have that mysterious aura surrounding you. So once, the invader jumps on you can start your chants, like the people in the Bank Park in Philadelphia watching the baseball game, of "TASE HIM!! TASE HIM!" and wait and watch as that hit of electricity makes someone fall like a lump of.........we'll just leave it at lump. I already want the authorities to start using it here so we can enjoy this new added form of entertainment at the already expensive sport events sooner rather than later. I am sure it would raise the coffers of the teams and for a change we would be given a worth our money experience.

So on that note, let us give an applaud to the pitch invaders/streakers to continue their somewhat crazy antics and give us an electrifying performance and I literally mean that.

Of Devils Pacts, Boobquakes and Aliens

A week ago an Iranian cleric shot off his mouth claiming that women showing their cleavages and wearing short skirts caused the earthquakes the world is now experiencing. This apparently did not go down well with......well with most of us as on the sound of it it does sound a bit ridiculous but then a lot of people of religious clout claim things like that, and as I remember some televangelist also claimed something similar when the earthquake in Haiti has struck. Rev. Pat Robertson claimed that the earthquake which almost entirely took out Haiti was caused because the people of Haiti made a pact with the devil.......in the 18th century......yes you read that right, the pact with Mr. Satan himself done a few centuries ago. Now I am the sort of person who hardly finds anything weird in the weirdness that occurs or comes out of that speaking passage most of us refer to as a mouth, but even I start scratching my head when people like the two mentioned above come up with such ideas. I mean earthquakes being caused by pacts done with the devil centuries ago or women wearing provocative clothes are the things which would mean that life is almost over for two categories of human existence....one being the Gothic, those devil worshipping dressed all in black and oddly painting their nails black too; and the other well.....the male species in general or the French people in particular. If you haven't heard or have been living in a hole for the last six months you might have heard the talks about how the French government thinks its downright outrageous for women to wear anything that covers parts of modesty. I can already imagine Sarkosy cringe at the thought of it and well lets not even dare imagine the thoughts of the Silvio Berlusconi (the Italian Prime Minister....thought I would add this info for the sake of those hole dwellers) on this.

Apparently all this did not go down well with the feminists either and one of the came up with a spectacular idea of creating an event on Facebook and named it Boobquake (sic.) where she urged all women of all races and types (the hot and the not so hot and the down right uglies all united) to wear a top or a short depending on the preferences which left very little to everyone's imagination on the 26th of April and see if it really caused a quake or even a tremor. This grew into a cult and had almost 200,000 women vowing to bare their chest. Now comes the worrying bit.....as all these women went on their little research experiment, a tremor did hit in Taiwan and it was measured a 6.5 on the Richter scale. Although the creator of Boobquake is still defiant, I have doubts creeping out of me and therefore have made it a point not to look at anyone not covered from head to toe from now on.

The world has suddenly turned a new page in weirdness and if women can't wear what they wish to and if some people, albeit in the 18th century and long way past dead now, can't make pacts with the devil, what is the point of living in it. Stephen King this week went on claiming how Aliens did exist but it is better that we don't contact them for our safety, but I think they do know we exist and are not contacting us for their safety as even they can't bring on earthquake so easily as by stripping off their clothes or having their ancestors seal their doom hundreds of years ago.

Its all about Eyjafjallajokull....

I am now officially sick and tired of all the people complaining how they are stuck in Europe and can't fly out and come back to their work. Yeah right....coz you are so sick of holiday that the last thing you would like is another few days out there with a valid reason for not starting your work on the next day after you're back. I can imagine a few of my friends who have been stuck in Amsterdam complaining how much they are hating it that they can't leave and come back here so that they can enjoy doing things they could do legally there illegally. Yeah, I can imagine the couples in Paris or Berne or Vienna complaining how shitty it is to be stuck in those cities. Oh yes damn that ash cloud and that volcano somewhere in Iceland in a place with a name so hard to spell or pronounce that you would just like to call it "that volcano place that screwed up the budget airlines of Europe" (for the one who love details the place is called Eyjafjallajokull and its damn hard to type it down too) . Although if we look at it that dreaded ash cloud hasn't really stopped everyone from travelling though, it was reported that John Cleese (from the hilarious comedy Fawlty Towers and the Monty Python) paid 3300 Pounds on a cab to get from Oslo to Brussels, talk about showing off your money. The Barcelona FC is also gearing up to take the bus down from Barcelona to Milan to play Inter Milan for the semifinal of the Champions League and here's hoping that Inter thrashes them to get to the finals! So its not really all gloomy if you are stuck there....its only like that if you are poor and stuck there, and as we all know and have learned over the years......well no one gives any thought for the poor. Sad but true.

So if you are stuck in Europe right now, my advice is that you live it up, no need spending that hard earned money on hotels after all you only need to that to bunk up at night and why sleep when there's soo much to do! Hitch hike a ride to Mykonos and you could be partying all day and all night! Just remember that its a "Holiday" and that they usually don't come around that often and you should be set to go!

P.S: A friend just gave this link to the amazing photos from Eyjafja......u know that place...

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/04/more_from_eyjafjallajokull.html

Soul Scurry

I was going through the news site the other day when I noticed an article which caught my attention, it was about how a website conned people by adding a line in the that useless statement of agreement no one ever reads which mentioned that by clicking on the "I Agree" button you just would be handing us the right to your soul.....yes you read that right...your soul can now be given away for just a click of the button. I can just imagine how pissed off the Grim Reaper would be to come to claim someone only to find out that a scummy website company beat him or her (yeah lets no assume that the grim reaper has to be a him only now!). I wonder what the company who owns this website needs all these souls for? Or are we to assume that the turf war between good and evil has now gone commercial and we can't even sue the damn anti-christs for wrongfully claiming what never was theirs. Or have they gone weak and are now hiding behind the laws that they didn't care about? Not so invincible now are you Mephistopheles (one of the seven princes of Hell, in case you were wondering)!!

The company however has now claimed that it will send a mail to everyone who has given up his soul will be offered to claim it back by....wait......clicking another button on the link provided by the company. Now, I could be wrong here but who in the world would be so stupid to rely on the words or well in this case statements of the company which tricked you into handing over your soul without you even realising it or feeling it. How can anyone ever anywhere now click on the "I accept" button without wondering if they are still going to have their souls with them after that second? And don't be stupid, no one can be bothered reading through the rubbish they write in the statement of agreement, wouldn't you just go and read the word of the day on the toilet paper.......oh you do that already huh? Oh well you get the point don't you. So from now onwards, unless you have a troubled soul, please be careful on what you sign up for as the era of the soul snatchers has just started now.

Of All things Notorious!! :)

I have been thinking of writing something since the last entry but for some reason I just can't jot down anything more than four lines. Now that shouldn't be a problem because this is after all my blog and four or fifty lines shouldn't matter......but....I kinda feel like I am cheating on my thoughts by doing that. Speaking of cheating, Tiger Woods is back and doing what he does best....Golfing!! Now I know in the recent months he has everyone convinced that when it comes to chasing holes there's no one who can beat him and though John Terry (the now former England captain...football) tried his hard, his handicap was way behind. Well just when Mr. Woods went through his rehabilitation process and if the media is to be believed was forgiven by his wife and coming back to golf, there seems to be no stop to the women and allegations. Lets hope that he comes through all this for a game as boring as golf needs a Tiger Woods to keep the charm it has and probably all this has probably given more publicity to the game than it has ever received before. When they say any publicity is good publicity it might actually be true after all.

So while Tiger is burning off his calories with all his activities, notorious and the rest, news has come from the fast food industry in the US that KFC...yes that finger licking tasty....errr....tasting chicken has come out with the sugar daddy (without the sugar or so I assume) of treats called the "KFC Double Down". Oh yeah the people at KFC have come out with their war against the carbs with this one, yes, instead of a friend piece of yummy chicken in a bun, this one has no bun but instead you get two yummy pieces of fried chicken with bacon, cheese and sauces in between it. Heart Attack anyone? The good news, for now, is that this is still limited to the masses in the US and so we don't have to worry about this waist-raising coronary clogging delight just as yet. So God bless America and hopefully let this gastronomical delight stay within its borders for some time to come.

Six Degrees

In the twentieth century, when statisticians became bored they started experiments and came up with a theory called "Six Degrees of Separation" which concluded that every individual is potentially separated from everyone else by a mere six links. This theory has caused a lot of people researching, conducting global experiments, starting games linked to it and we even have a film made (after it was made as a play first) on it.

Now that I have given you a backdrop of what the Six Degrees of Separation is, I can move on to what my take on this is. If this theory really does hold its matter over water and can be weighed in gold (or well apparently everyone's going platinum these days so that....its your choice really) imagine how exciting unexpected people it bring us closer to.

This theory can be so useful on facebook, where lets be honest, we do spend 40% of the time e-stalking someone, be it your ex or an old crush or that hot looking girl (boy if you are a girl.....and well are into boys) or that horrible person you hated in school/college/university/your old workplace/round the corner from your house/round the corner from the round the corner of your house/round the corner from your old workplace/round the corner from your ex's house.....you get the idea right....someone you just plain hated. Ok probably I got carried away a bit there and the example that fits here is only the one which is you stalking the hot looking girl/boy whose profile you saw while randomly searching through facebook (boy you must have a lot of time if you are into this shit) and well now you are only six links away from getting to know her/him. All you have to do it ask everyone on your friend list if they know that person and then they can ask everyone on their list and it would only take 5 more links from them and you can be introduced to that person. How simple is that!!! I personally give my full backing to this theory as it turns a reasonably small world to even a smaller one but its gives us friends who we never knew existed and well does bring down the cases of stalking as when you would get to know that person you would kick yourself for being to stupid as to waste your time on "someone" like that....but no need to stress as your very own shrink is only six links away from you (in case you already don't have one).

So in case you haven't keep passing this link to everyone you know.....who knows I might come across someone in those six links who would pay me for this....unique...sort of......work.

Plane Plane.....????

Before we start, I would like to apologise for the title of this but as I could not come up with anything (original) I thought if the last one was airport airport....this one could be passed off as plane plane! So now that we have gone past all the (useless) formalities, we can go back to the topic or the the lack of it.
Walking into the flight the one thing that kept coming to my mind was one of my friends comment on his experience of flying Air India and how the air hostess (some like to be preferred being referred as stewardess) were a bit on the older side of their career and a few were probably as old as mum (his words not mine). And well as soon as I walked towards the flight and look up, I am greeted by an air hostess who well probably was a couple years younger than mum. Now this makes it hard for you if you really want to get something at short intervals, would you not start feeling guilty after the second time? Plus, to generalise the air hostess are supposed to be hot in flights....why do you think Branson got in the aviation industry....it definitely wasn't his love for flying! Anyways a late night flight is supposed to be a very pretty sleepy affair and this was no different. The flight wasn't as bad as I expected...there were no insects or rodents on the plane...apart from the guy sitting in the seat in front of me but I can't decide if he fit the insect or the rodent part. I have a feeling a feeling one or the others species is going to get insulted by me placing him either way. The in flight entertainment was nothing exciting I had a choice of watching a Bobby Deol movie or a Shammi Kapoor movie and I opted to read a book. I was offered "supper" which was well the less said the better. So after about 4.5 hours we get into Singapore and there ends my Air India experience. I get off the flight for the 13 hour transit which is boring for most part except when the good people at Qantas went ahead and put me off the system list for the flight to Melbourne. The guy sitting at the transfer desk asked me about three times if I was sure I had booked my tickets to melbourne.....hell no I just thought I would take a flight to Singapore and take my chances....are you nuts Mr. Transfers guy. After a few phone call the dude turns around and tells me that today is my lucky day and I have got a seat on the plane. Now I may not know that much about luck but me getting a seat on the plane which I booked a ticket for...is not luck. No, winning a $10 Million lottery is lucky, heck give me that and keep the blooming seat to yourself, I can charter a plane out of there if I won the lottery!!! Anyways after I was shown my somewhat warped luck I proceeded to get some food and sleep. I had another night of flying with another airline not really known for its comfort.
To end this I would just like to say that while travelling is one of the most exciting experiences it does get boring especially if you are like me and have the shortest attention span known to mankind. Till the next time.....Happy Flying folks!!! :)

Airport Airport.......

Once again its time when I take the long journey with even longer transits. No, lets not say "Hurray!" as this really does not turn out to be such a fun thing when you are travelling alone. The first thing to get messed up is the sleep....yeah I can't sleep on aeroplanes...I've tried and once I have actually achieved 15 minutes to snooze only to be harshly woken up to the screams of a baby some 3 seats away....and as pissed off as I was I can assure you no babies were hurt in this incident. No the only casualality was my sleep or the lack of.
Anyways coming back to the point, I am currently on my way back home for home....yeah confusions reigns supreme when insanity comes naturally to you. I am on my way back to melbourne from a long long holiday at home (in Bangalore with the family) and am soooo not looking forward to the whole day transit at the Singapore airport and that is the one airport I actually really enjoy flying into. I will update on how things go there once I get there but for now lets concentrate on the good ol (well in this case the very new) Bangalore International Airport. It is situated in probably the farthest corner of the city imaginable and I am one of the few lucky ones for whom it takes an hour to get to there when the traffic is not crazy and if you are wondering when it isn't well usually late at night....which is when it gets a bit more crazy with the adrenaline junkies trying to show off how well they can pull off a wheelie on a motorbike (I have heard of insane cases where wheelies have been tried on cars so I just had to specify) and the insane drag races. So I get to the airport with the traffic being insane rather than the people and I am just assuming that here, I will not really vouch for that. The security guard at the entrance greets me with a pretty nasty stare which I believe is for making him do some work, but then again I am working on assumptions here also. Did I mention that this time I flying with good old and here I mean OLLLLDDDDDD Air India?? Yeah go me (whoever missed the point those three words are laden and are about to crumble under the weight of the intense sarcasm placed on them!!)!!!! As you can see how much fun I am expecting from this journey I was startled when I was greeted by a smile and a Namaste as soon as I got to the line meant for the cattle class (I can get away with saying that unlike that politician who was ostracised) and as soon as I get to the check in desk and do away with the pleasantaries I am asked what the highest denomination of the currency is in Australia. I proceed to answer the question as if my whole being is in question (yes its melodrama time!!) and then I am asked some random questions about who packed the bag and if there are any questionable items in the bag and was shown a list. After being satisfied with my answers Mr. Check-In guy finally starts to get to work and proceeds to process my boarding card which after 5 minutes was evident he didn't have a clue as to how to go about doing it and called for help. The supervisor strolls to the desk and asks me another set of random questions.....tells Mr. Check-In guy something in his airline language and voila I have a boarding pass!! I am however reminded to remind the people at the Changi airport (Singapore) to put my luggage on the right plane (how very assuring!!) when I collect my boarding pass for the onward journey to Melbourne. The guy at the immigration counter this time was actually being very friendly and had a smile on his face too something which I have found is pretty rare. I then proceed to the security check and since some time this has become the best part of the whole process while flying out of India largely due to the CISF boys. They are usually from the north and come up with some of the whackiest comments and this time it was this poor guy in front of me who out of being a little smart went to pick up the trays arranged on the other side to be sternly reprimanded by the person in charge with "Yahan pe itna tray rakha hai...dekhna chod diye hain kya?" (there's so many trays here, can't you notice it) in a tone which was hilarious for the others and am sure pretty embarassing for the poor guy.
Anyways after all the process I finally sat down with another hour and some to kill and ventured into a bookstore where I happened to find a book I wanted to buy for some time, I picked it up went to the counter and while the check-out clerk was scanning the bar code and entering my details in his system asked him if there was any discount and he looked up to ask "what for?" which is where I tried to put in my two cents of humour and said "you know something like thank god you are leaving us discount". Have to say that people these days have no sense of humour as the reply that came straight after was "Sorry Sir we never had any discounts like that...ever". My dreams of being a stand up comic took another few steps backwards....the rate at which that is happening I should do the moon walk with it...might turn out better.
Anyways this is almost it for part 1 of the journey...I will update as to how the flight was later......

Happy 2010 To You!

A very Happy New Year to everyone and hopefully more than half of you would by now have broken one or all of your resolutions by now........come on you had a whole 15 days to achieve this honour. So now that the whole resolution thing is done and dusted with lets move on.
A lot has been going around in this past fortnight with people going loopy over what should this decade, that has just been completed, be called to the weather going whacky from one side of the globe to the other. We've had a violent start for some regions to natural calamity in others. We have witnessed economical revival whilst inflation shooting through the roof. Yes..all this in the first two weeks of the year 2010 and so far its very difficult to conclude what the rest of this year has in store for us. All we can do is make sure we make most of it and make sure we are happy the whole year round. Wish you all a very Happy New Year again and may it be a joyous one for one and for all.