She-who-must-not-be-named is a certain somebody at work who is so funny, it hurts. Some instances of her (displaced) wit in action. Read at your own risk, if anybody knows more Pinchuisms, don't be shy...add 'em. Will give ya credit!
I was so pissed off, I SENT her a piece of my mind
The event is taking place in my backside (backyard??)
You don't know? She has frilly hair (Curly+Frizzy)
Gee you don't have hair, is your mother bald?
You should have been with Kalpana Chawla.
...Er she is dead
Not where Kalpana is now, where she was then
Specs are Speaks, Copy Check is Choppy Check: (Dyslexia abounds)
He is a Big Shit in this company (Shot Shot!!!!!!!!!!)
After marriage I will BE a New leaf altogether
Um..don't you mean TURN a new leaf?
But Why will I TURN a new leaf I will BE a new leaf
You don't have a maid? So you are the maid?
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Monday, December 20, 2004
World Press Photos
Went for the photo exhibition at the Express Towers - it started off innocuously enough. Three of us, chatting, laughing, commenting – my friend being the photo expert at hand, pointed out the finer nuances.
And then we came across the Indian Award winning photo (a boy crying as he informs his parents about his sister's suicide, the body in the background). Not particularly well shot, even a bit fuzzy if you ask me…but apparently it did the trick, it captured the moment – the mark of a true photo journalist. Is this what it is, standing around and clicking a boy’s despair? There was nothing even remotely brave about it. So what was the big deal? It was just sheer lucking stumbling into this photo opportunity, but what deemed it award worthy?
In contrast the award winning International photos were astounding. From the jungles of Africa to the war in Iraq– we had no words, what could we say. The three of us split up, we could not even make eye contact – it was that personal. The photos were shocking, yes – affecting – absolutely but what really depressed me, more than the abject misery in those images was the sheer intrusiveness of that lens. Yeah it's all in a day' work, but I guess you need to develop a certain callousness to get those pictures right.
And then we came across the Indian Award winning photo (a boy crying as he informs his parents about his sister's suicide, the body in the background). Not particularly well shot, even a bit fuzzy if you ask me…but apparently it did the trick, it captured the moment – the mark of a true photo journalist. Is this what it is, standing around and clicking a boy’s despair? There was nothing even remotely brave about it. So what was the big deal? It was just sheer lucking stumbling into this photo opportunity, but what deemed it award worthy?
In contrast the award winning International photos were astounding. From the jungles of Africa to the war in Iraq– we had no words, what could we say. The three of us split up, we could not even make eye contact – it was that personal. The photos were shocking, yes – affecting – absolutely but what really depressed me, more than the abject misery in those images was the sheer intrusiveness of that lens. Yeah it's all in a day' work, but I guess you need to develop a certain callousness to get those pictures right.
Thursday, December 02, 2004
Sex in the City
One privileged school, 2 stupid kids, one sleek camera phone – the act captured for posterity….hell almost or until the next gen of cam phones replace the existing.
Heard this disturbing bit of news from a Delhi friend when I was on the net. Help I am disconnected from the grapevine - I never watch the telly, I do not read the TOI…
gurpreet says:
i saw the clear video
gurpreet says:
the woman is happily doing her job with her shirt off
gurpreet says:
and she's in school uniform too !!
gurpreet says:
everyone does everything today.... the asses should atleast do it responsibly
gurpreet says:
the bimbo didnt bother to check if the guy was taking a video
Ok so we are a nation of voyeurs. Isn’t the whole world? We are parasites feeding off spent blood and the miseries of humanity. Only because it makes our existences seem so much more - well - safer, nicer, wonderful??
Just read the ‘Bonfire of the Vanities’ and it was a damn good read, especially the bit about the mind being treated as an open cavity where the entire village dwells. Without the jungle, without the village, there are no minds. Social animals..that's us and for those who want out there is no escape...the curse of the global village!
Isn't a blog another voyeuristic spinoff? I don't want to know the sordid details of your love life and hell, you sure don't want to know anything about me. So why bother? Er..really?? Why?
Heard this disturbing bit of news from a Delhi friend when I was on the net. Help I am disconnected from the grapevine - I never watch the telly, I do not read the TOI…
gurpreet says:
i saw the clear video
gurpreet says:
the woman is happily doing her job with her shirt off
gurpreet says:
and she's in school uniform too !!
gurpreet says:
everyone does everything today.... the asses should atleast do it responsibly
gurpreet says:
the bimbo didnt bother to check if the guy was taking a video
Ok so we are a nation of voyeurs. Isn’t the whole world? We are parasites feeding off spent blood and the miseries of humanity. Only because it makes our existences seem so much more - well - safer, nicer, wonderful??
Just read the ‘Bonfire of the Vanities’ and it was a damn good read, especially the bit about the mind being treated as an open cavity where the entire village dwells. Without the jungle, without the village, there are no minds. Social animals..that's us and for those who want out there is no escape...the curse of the global village!
Isn't a blog another voyeuristic spinoff? I don't want to know the sordid details of your love life and hell, you sure don't want to know anything about me. So why bother? Er..really?? Why?
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