And I did this too!

If there's something unusual, weird, or random happening, you can be sure you'll find me there. This time around, the concept of a 'Fish Pedicure' caught my fancy.

A long time ago, I had seen a documentary on Discovery. People in Turkey suffering from various skin disorders were dipping themselves in these large pools filled with tiny black fishies. These fishies then stick to the person's body and start picking on their skin. Apparently, it's a great therapy and has had proven results.

I read about Fish pedicures when I was in Delhi last year. People were going ga-ga over how smooth their feet felt, and how rejuvenated they were after their experiences. I made a mental note of getting it checked out, but then a lot happened, in that period and it just slipped out of my mind.

Now this has migrated to good ol' Bombay too. And I jumped on the opportunity to visit one. The appointment was set, and I patiently sat, waiting for my turn. I kept wondering what it would feel like. When my turn came, I was taken in and an assistant first washed my feet. She asked if I had any allergies. In case you're wondering, I'm allergic to coriander now. Refer to previous post. But I guess that wouldn't matter for a Fish Pedicure, so I skipped that detail.

After a good washing up, I was taken in to the tub section. Hundreds of fishes were swimming around, probably wondering, "when's the next meal coming, yo?" I smiled, and thought, "you're really gonna like my feet little fishes!"

The timer was set for 15 minutes, and I gingerly dipped my feet in. Immediately the swarm latched on to my feet, and it felt like hundreds of tiny pins were pricking me. It felt so ticklish, and I saw these fishes going like a vacuum cleaner and sucking on my feet, inch by inch.

Eat little ones, eat.

Unfortunately, a huge crowd gathered to witness what was happening, like the Red Sea was parting or something. I felt like a caged animal on parade. Bleh. I decided to focus on the fishes who were trying to consume my feet, very unsuccessfully, however.

OMGWTF is going on here?! OMG!

But when I was getting really comfortable, I was told my 15 minutes were up and I had to get out of the tub. I pouted a little...I felt so close to the fishes by now. Come on they just consumed my skin, I felt connected! I didn't want to leave! "You could extend this session for 15 minutes for Rs. 200 more," the assistant told me. "Yeah, you can dry my feet now," I replied, shaking off the fishes from my feet.

*squeaky squeaky*

And now I have shiny, happy and the cleanest feet I've ever had. I will visit again, for sure. Wait for me, my little ones!

I'd say it's kind of funny!

If there's one thing in my life that I have learned, it's that no matter how close you are to a person, he or she will use you. They will ring you out, juice you dry, till they have taken every opportunity to use you. Let me give you some examples.

There are some people you have never spoken to (and thanked your lucky stars) since school, and 5 years later, they add you on facebook. You 'peh' and 'meh' and add them, and for months, you will have no conversations, even on facebook.

Then one fine day, these long lost friends will ping you on the facebook chat, and have a conversation like this:

Friend: Hey!
Me: Oh Hi! (Why's he talking to me?)
F: Remember me?
M: Of course I do! (How can I forget those days when you bullied me to death!?)
F: Long time, huh?
M: Yeah.... (I wish it were longer)
F: So, what you doing these days?
M: Working at XYZ (*yawn*)
F: Oh cool!!! It's located at ABC, right?
M: Yeah... (ok where's this going?)
F: Do you know if there are any openings for an (insert educational field here) graduate?
M: Nope (I KNEW it!! Why else would he talk to me?)
F: Can you find out? Also, can you find out the pay package for a fresher?
M: I wouldn't know (EFF YOU!)

And then there are those, who are kind of friends, but only talk to you if they have some work to be done. They begin conversations with some formality, which soon leads to me having to do some work for them.

Friend: Hey beautiful!
Me: Hey gorgeous!!
F: How are you?
M: I'm good, you?
F: I'm fine yaar..how's life?
M: All good! You tell me?
F: Sab changa hai!
M: Chalo good.
F: So, what's your take on pink nail polish?
M: What?!!!
F: Yeah! I'm doing this article on pink nail polish....just wanted your opinion..
M: Uhh...ok..well..I think pink nail polish is (15 minutes of typing)
F: Cool, thanks. Chall I'm busy now, talk to you later.
M: Ok. (GRRRRRRRRRRRR :x)

Then there are the blatant ones, who don't even do the formality, and get right down to business.

Friend: Hey
Me: Hi
F: Have some work.
M: What?
F: Can you upload that video of yours on my blog?
M: Oh HELL no.
F: Why?
M: First off all, you didn't even ask me how I'm doing. Secondly, I don't want to.
F: Ok. Bye.
M: Bye.

The point is, if you let anyone use you, they WILL use you. I have a hard time saying 'No' to people, I guess it's the spirit of helping people out in me. Maybe I should try using others now..You...do me a favor, will ya? Comment on this post!

(P.S. I mean no offense to ANYONE in this post. Just sharing some anecdotes I'm sure most people go through!)

I'm gonna be rich!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG!OMG!OMG! I saw this on facebook today!!

Though it is going to be a real big decision, I think I am ready for it! What's the harm in donating a few Indian eggs? See, I even took a photo for an application...

Isn't the egg top grade?

OMG! I'm gonna be sooooooooo rich! :D :D :D :D

wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

What a week!

What a week!

Wait a minute, let me rephrase that:

WHAT A WEEK!

Right now, I am a mixture of sleepy and angry, and I don't know what the feeling is called, but I'm sure as hell feeling it. I have not updated my blog in ages, the last being a tag, which can not really be considered a post...but I digress. Let's just get back to my terribly pathetic week.

First, I have come to the understanding that I have made the biggest mistake of my life by working where I do right now. The place stands for everything I am against. Corporate atmosphere has always made me puke, then what the hell am I doing here? We're basically answerable to various 'Gora' multinationals, and this fact makes me angrier than ever. I never thought I would be here, but still, I am.

And do you know what I do there for 8.30 am to 6.00pm everyday since I joined? Play games all day, read Calvin and Hobbes, Asterix and Tintin (Occasionally India Today and Cosmopolitan). Yup. Everyday. And I get paid for it.

I know, I know, this sounds like a dream job, but not to me. You'd feel the same if you were sitting in one place reading comics all day, while everyone else is working. My neighbours look at me with eyes wide open as I spend all day flipping through comic books. I take occasional naps too, which is probably a sin in the corporate environment. At this point, I don't really even care!

Second, I don't know why, but I have been really really sleepy lately. I can barely keep my eyes open post 9:30pm, which sucks. I can't understand why this is happening, cause I don't have any physical activity going on, except gymming. Hmm.

Third, on Tuesday, dad's car met with an accident. We're safe, Thank God, but the car is a mess. A bus rammed into the car, and the driver's side is wrecked. Dad couldn't even open the door on his side. And you know what the bus driver did? He just sped away. That too in front of the traffic police man, who was so busy scratching his balls that he did not even have time to look up to see what had happened. Such is life. Grr.

Fourth, my father's colleague and close friend passed away at 4:00 in the morning today. I could see my dad was pretty shaken up, and I have never seen him this way. My usually happy, laughing, joking dad was solemn and quiet today. On our way back home I tried to cheer him up, but nothing was happening. I feel really bad for him. He's already so stressed, and this certainly does not help. But I feel even sadder for the family who lost a father and a husband. R.I.P

I think the crux of my troubles is my job. I am planning to quit, but times are so bad these days, I don't even know what to do. I can't leave unless I have some other job in my hand. Sigh. What to doooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

Dadima

Goodbye!

Goodbye my lover.
Goodbye my friend.
You have been the one,
You have been the one for me.

Something interesting

What are you waiting for ladies? Give this hunk a call.

Dhruv

(Note: The following conversation was a mix of Marathi and Hindi, which has magically been converted to English in this blog post)

"What's your name kid?" I asked, whipping out my camera.
"Dhhuuvv..what's that?"
"It's a camera. What's your name again?"
"Dhuuv!" he said, louder this time.
"Dhruv?" I asked again.
"That's what I've been telling you! So that's a camera?"
"Yup!"
"Take my photo," he said, smiling shyly.

"Sure! Why don't you stand next to the window?"
"Is this good?" he asked, standing where I wanted him to, expressionless.
"You're a pro!" I exclaimed, taking several pictures.

"I like how the train goes over water. How does it do that?"
"Well, the train run on tracks, and there are tracks over the water too!"
"You're lying!" his mouth was opened wide.
"Nope! I never lie!" I grinned.

"Is that spit?" he ased, pointing at the silver paint on the window pane.
"No, that's paint. If it were spit, it would be wet. See?" I said, touching the bumpy silver coating.
"Hmm. But what if the paint is wet?" he asked.
"Well, it would stick to your fingers, and then you'd have to wash your hands with soap."
"I wouldn't like to touch wet paint."
"Me neither."

"My mother is calling me. My stop has come."
"Oh! Well it was nice talking to you kid!"
"Can you send me my photos?"
"Sure! But I'd need your address to do that."
"I can't give you my address."
"Why?"



"Because my mom has told me not to talk to strangers."

He's the Bigg Boss!

I am, along with thousands of people in India, a fan of Bigg Boss. It's ridiculous, trashy, but really addictive. After watching the contestants for the past week, I have come up with a list of animals each and every of them resemble. Read ahead, enjoy and comment!

Note: All contestant images taken from biggboss2.in.com. This post is not meant to offend the contestants. Well, maybe a little!


Ahsaan Qureshi

Ahsaan bhai is funny (well, tries to be!), mostly quiet and meditative. Sorta reminds you of the monkey on the right there!

Alina Wadiwalla

Whose nose is bigger?

Ashutosh Kaushik

We've seen this dude's true colours in MTV Roadies. And his colours only keep changing!

Debojit

Both good singers that amaze us.

Jade Goody

Much like the Yeti, she remains an enigma to the Indian audience. Was the whole cancer thing for real, or was it a publicity stunt? Guess we'll never know!

Ketaki Dave

Sqwak!

Monica Bedi

Pweease! Give me a home!

Payal Rohatgi

I honestly could not think of an animal that resembles her, so well, it's going to be a giraffe. Any suggestions?

Rahul Mahajan

Irritating, annoying and found everywhere. Whenever you see it, you want to squash it with a hammer. The resemblance is uncanny.

Raja Choudhary

I am angry!! Fear me!!

Rakhi Vijan

Both have permed hair, though the dog's colours are better.

Sambhavana Seth

Both excell at the Naagin dance.

Sanjay Nirupam

Look in to my eyes. Look. Look. Look!

Zulfi Syed

All brawn! But sorry, no brain...