I have wanted to talk about a number of topics, but for some unconscious reason I have avoided this blog since my last raging post. I will hopefully get back to the other topics...
I just Googled myself. Its something I used to do about once a month last year at Rhodes. It was interesting and a bit of an ego booster to see how high up the list I was. In particular, during the Creative Commons conference when I googled 'Annie Thomas' I was #1 for about 2 weeks! Then I slipped down to 3rd, then 7th, then I was off the first page. I didnt bother searching through the Miss India links for my name.
I like searching for 'Anpu'; there are a whole lot of links to Anubis and other Egyptian gods.
Well, here I am living life, believing that my other username 'xasyde' is pretty unique. Hands up all of you who can pronounce my name properly at the first go. Dont see any hands out there...
But shock and horrors, there is some other idiot with my username!! And he is up there heading the list!! Yeah, I am soooo indignant, like I am like the only xasyde out there and he has stolen my identity! He is 23 years old and looking to get married. Somebody throw him a bone.
Now I have to come up with another internationally unique feature about me...
And to top it all I am linked to a porn site! It cant get better than that!
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Graduation Rant
This is a post I should have recorded a few days ago at the height of my emotions. Its about my graduation and the trip back to Grahamstown. Certain things made me really pissed off but now that I have had some days to cool off I have sort of accepted what has happened.
When we drove into Gtown, Appy and Amma wanted to come with me to collect my grad gown from Nicole. I wouldnt have minded if they came with me, but what I did mind was that they wanted a 'hi', pick up gown and 'bye', not a nice long chat with one of my best mates. So no, we didnt stop at Nicole's digs, instead we drove straight to Raju Unk's place and I thought I would later drive out and spend time with her.
When we were deciding plans for the weekend I told Appy I wanted to see my friends and his reply was a very condescending and cranky 'aah'. If I had told him I wanted to get blind drunk and smoke a million cigarettes then that 'aah' would be justified. Not if I just wanted to see people who mean a lot to me and please excuse them if they are not fucking malayalees.
I thought Friday afternoon after my grad would be a great opportunity to see everyone. Although Appy and Amma were not interested in the Journ tea party they still insisted on coming. After that when I said I wanted to take the car to go and visit people they asked if I havent seen all of them already. And I will repeat it here, as I repeated it continuously during the weekend, I have friends who exist further than my Journ class. I have friends in res, friends from badminton, friends from Activate and just general friends that do not fall into any category.
On Friday night, the last time I would be able to see everyone together and go out together, the last opportunity I had to relive a bit of my life in Gtown, Appy decides to go to Alice. This is what really really pisses me off. And even now while I am writing this I am getting pissed off. Because I really dont give two shits about mallus. Nice families, nice connections but it did NOT merit having to give up MY quality time with MY friends. Not only did we spend the night there while they discussed the Jacobite and Marthomite churches, they watched a movie the following morning and sat around discussing the churches for the umpteenth time.
When we finally got back to Gtown on Saturday afternoon they give me one hour, one freaking hour to see my friends. They can sit around and talk about the same things they will always talk about for hours but will make noises when I sit with Nicole for more than 10 minutes. And in that one hour that I was out how often did they call me to come back home? I am trying to fit in Ashish and Andy and Steve and Toni and Sesh and a number of others in one hour and I dont fucking need someone with a countdown next to my head.
The reason I was called back after an hour was because they wanted to go and see an unk in Gtown. Mallu family. I met them TWICE in my five years at Gtown. If you tell me the family is joining a circus I will say fine.. whatever. I dont know them, I dont care, mallu or not, it means fuckall to me.
I explained to Wagowski why I was rushing and he asked if my parents werent being selfish. I didnt think they were being selfish at that moment, I just thought they were being mean and pissy. But now, I think it is incredibly narrow minded to assume that just cos my friends are not mallus they are not just as important. Your head would spin if u knew what my friends and I have done and how we have been there for each other.
I am not straddling a fence between mallus and non mallus. I am firmly on the non mallus side and every time I experience some kind of biased or selfish view like this I walk far away from the mallu side.
Dont come and tell me that I expect to get everything I want. I dont. I only articulate what I think would be possible and dont fucking tell me that I am being pissy about this weekend. It was the last opportunity I had to see my friends in that context, and its not the same fucking thing if we meet in Joburg.
When we drove into Gtown, Appy and Amma wanted to come with me to collect my grad gown from Nicole. I wouldnt have minded if they came with me, but what I did mind was that they wanted a 'hi', pick up gown and 'bye', not a nice long chat with one of my best mates. So no, we didnt stop at Nicole's digs, instead we drove straight to Raju Unk's place and I thought I would later drive out and spend time with her.
When we were deciding plans for the weekend I told Appy I wanted to see my friends and his reply was a very condescending and cranky 'aah'. If I had told him I wanted to get blind drunk and smoke a million cigarettes then that 'aah' would be justified. Not if I just wanted to see people who mean a lot to me and please excuse them if they are not fucking malayalees.
I thought Friday afternoon after my grad would be a great opportunity to see everyone. Although Appy and Amma were not interested in the Journ tea party they still insisted on coming. After that when I said I wanted to take the car to go and visit people they asked if I havent seen all of them already. And I will repeat it here, as I repeated it continuously during the weekend, I have friends who exist further than my Journ class. I have friends in res, friends from badminton, friends from Activate and just general friends that do not fall into any category.
On Friday night, the last time I would be able to see everyone together and go out together, the last opportunity I had to relive a bit of my life in Gtown, Appy decides to go to Alice. This is what really really pisses me off. And even now while I am writing this I am getting pissed off. Because I really dont give two shits about mallus. Nice families, nice connections but it did NOT merit having to give up MY quality time with MY friends. Not only did we spend the night there while they discussed the Jacobite and Marthomite churches, they watched a movie the following morning and sat around discussing the churches for the umpteenth time.
When we finally got back to Gtown on Saturday afternoon they give me one hour, one freaking hour to see my friends. They can sit around and talk about the same things they will always talk about for hours but will make noises when I sit with Nicole for more than 10 minutes. And in that one hour that I was out how often did they call me to come back home? I am trying to fit in Ashish and Andy and Steve and Toni and Sesh and a number of others in one hour and I dont fucking need someone with a countdown next to my head.
The reason I was called back after an hour was because they wanted to go and see an unk in Gtown. Mallu family. I met them TWICE in my five years at Gtown. If you tell me the family is joining a circus I will say fine.. whatever. I dont know them, I dont care, mallu or not, it means fuckall to me.
I explained to Wagowski why I was rushing and he asked if my parents werent being selfish. I didnt think they were being selfish at that moment, I just thought they were being mean and pissy. But now, I think it is incredibly narrow minded to assume that just cos my friends are not mallus they are not just as important. Your head would spin if u knew what my friends and I have done and how we have been there for each other.
I am not straddling a fence between mallus and non mallus. I am firmly on the non mallus side and every time I experience some kind of biased or selfish view like this I walk far away from the mallu side.
Dont come and tell me that I expect to get everything I want. I dont. I only articulate what I think would be possible and dont fucking tell me that I am being pissy about this weekend. It was the last opportunity I had to see my friends in that context, and its not the same fucking thing if we meet in Joburg.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
House Warming - Christening the Stove
I have to record the first time supper was cooked in our new flat.
We had forgotten all our meat and pizza bases at Nischy's place and the only thing left in the fridge was a few chappatis. There was some frozen veggies in the freezer but Pramod didnt want to use it, so I said that I would make some tomato curry, following the recipe from Mrs K A Mathew's cook book. Needless to say, it was a disaster.
As I stood by the stove looking down at the tomatoes simmering in a pool of oil and cinnamon soup, the smell of burning chillies and cinnamon filling my nostrils, I realized that my incompetence would lead us to have a meal of chappati and stinging tomato curry.
I told Pramod what was happenning to the curry and he stepped up to the rescue with a finesse that astounded me. He quickly chopped up large chunks of tomatoes and onions, added frozen veggies from the freezer, coconut and spices. But its the way he added those spices that blew me away...
Slightly bent over the pan, salt shaker in one hand, other hand behind his back, carefully but efficiently layering the salt from one side of the pan to the other... same thing with the tumeric powder and coconut...
I want to hereby designate Pramod as home cook but I know he will kick my ass if I had to tell him that to his face
We had forgotten all our meat and pizza bases at Nischy's place and the only thing left in the fridge was a few chappatis. There was some frozen veggies in the freezer but Pramod didnt want to use it, so I said that I would make some tomato curry, following the recipe from Mrs K A Mathew's cook book. Needless to say, it was a disaster.
As I stood by the stove looking down at the tomatoes simmering in a pool of oil and cinnamon soup, the smell of burning chillies and cinnamon filling my nostrils, I realized that my incompetence would lead us to have a meal of chappati and stinging tomato curry.
I told Pramod what was happenning to the curry and he stepped up to the rescue with a finesse that astounded me. He quickly chopped up large chunks of tomatoes and onions, added frozen veggies from the freezer, coconut and spices. But its the way he added those spices that blew me away...
Slightly bent over the pan, salt shaker in one hand, other hand behind his back, carefully but efficiently layering the salt from one side of the pan to the other... same thing with the tumeric powder and coconut...
I want to hereby designate Pramod as home cook but I know he will kick my ass if I had to tell him that to his face
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