y are men so complicated?

Loo and Behold

Since, am currently weighing my options of going to India for good against staying in Singapore for few more months,me and my friend were discussing the advantages of one country over the other.
For starters, we started on this very interesting topic : Loo
Defined: a closed space to fulfil your very natural biological reaction.
The perspective at which these two countries look at the loo is quite different. Like they say good manner starts from the family,I guess Loo manners also start from the family.
In India,The child is asked to go to the loo quietly without asking for any kind of permission.
Generally parents are quite keen about the movements of the kids and thus ask the kid where she/he is going and if they find out its loo, the child is asked to just shut up and go.
I wonder why our government considers going to the Loo, such a taboo.
Cause every time you need to leave the house, you have to make sure that you empty your bladder. Its a house thingly only. Do it in your house only you know.
And men enjoy a different kind of freedom in loo manners.
They twist the definition of loo a little and remove the two terms: closed space.
They are not quite that bad. They do not make it open, they remove three walls of a closed space.Here, sometimes government takes initiative and sends a guy to paint “do not p*** here” on the wall. That guy needs to be paid the highest compensation in Indian history for the daredevil job.Due to continuous flow on the wall, the word Not disappears after a while, which stimultes an urge when read.
Now,now, even if you find a loo somewhere :
1. there are inbuilt inhibitions in the heart which keep sending stimulus to the brain like: a little more time, you are going home
2. there are no tissue papers. cut the cost of a tissue paper, employ a watch man /watch woman who wants to know wether you are going to p***/s*** inside those four walls (as if she is conducting a survey of indian p***/s*** habits and their timings) and charges a little more than usual to the former biological reaction and a little exhorbitant for the latter.Now you might wonder, how on earth the watch man/woman gets to know what happens inside the four walls. He/She keeps a note of time and takes no inhibitions in asking if you were really P***/S*** ing inside. Now, now, now p***/s*** ing is NOT for free my dear. The tax you pay is not counted for your p*** and s***
3. Ofcourse, the stink. The watch man/woman outside is someone sitting there and making free money. They are not supposed to clean the loo. Upon asked, you might be asked to cleanit yourself in return. There are no exhaust fans. There is this circular hole on the upper portion of the wall which leaves you wondering, if the whole itself functions as a circulator of air(inner to out and out to inner) That ways you can spot or rather smell a public loo from distance
4. There are no flushes. If you strongly believe in the phrase"the one who came last made the loo dirty" you will end up cleaning a lot of people's biological waste
5. There is not a single mirror any where. It's probably lying on the walls of the watch man's/watch woman's home.
6. There is no hand dryer. You are supposed to rub your hands on the side of your thighs. Hell yea...thats why you are wearing clothes.
7. There is no light. The exhaust hole radiates a beam of light. What do you need light for????? Finish you work and be happy
8. Loo is the place for people to be creative. They bring out the best of erotic fiction. DO NOT GO TO THE PUBLIC LOO IF YOU HAVE CHILDREN WITH YOU, else you might just have to end up giving a lecture on the laws of nature or end up creating a creative sci -fi
AND FINALLY....if you encounter any of the above seven, you are one lucky soul cause the watchman/woman usually lock the loo and misplace the key on Day 1 of their work or the inaugral of the loo (whichever is the earliest)and are snoring at their home

pleasant:)

one more phase of life

i feel so heavy, so depressed, so out of place
i am angry and lonely
i am stranded alone on an island
none to talk to, none to call, none to see
days are filled with nothing but dark and stinky shadows of loneliness
dreams keep me going
but now i really wonder: How long?
Patience levels are breaking
Tolerance levels are declining
Can I keep going? or is this the end of me?

talking about languages

contrary to my previous post..i've been very pissed with the current country of my residence for quite some time, but nevertheless......... due to the habit of sleepin early in the morning and getting up late in the noon (no no....please...this is a prettttttty normal cycle of a post graduate student living abroad where orkut and facebook updates run in his or her blood) i was introduced to the world of singapore cinema ( more about it later ) and a few thoughts mingled in my mind.
The four national languages of singapore are chinese, malay, tamil and english. Yea, even i thought that there SHOULD be a Singaporish, but am not a PR or a Citizen to make an amendment and even sitting down and formulating a new language would be tough for the government. But still mr.president i still think u should go ahead and formulate a new language. cause there are instructions and rules all over the country. even wikipedia when searched for singapore shows you a danger board in four languages. every announcemnt is made in four languges.imagine the amount of cost cutting if there is a common language. but yea.. for people to understand it should be a mix of english and chinese and malay and tamil. but if its a mix of all those, a chinese cant understand malay, a malay cant understand tamil and hence all the permutations and combinations.
forget that.
chinese is of many differet dialects and one kind of chinese dialect guy cant understand the other chinese guy's dialect.
even the ads go:
a common room for sharing
chinese female preffered
traditional chinese speaking preffered
modern chinese speaking dont apply.
exactly,for us foriegners all of them look and sound the same and these guys think all indians look alike and all indians are south indians. one of my frnz (a north indian)was even asked if she was a south indian and since she did not want to be seggregated on a direction basis replied she was an indian and is questioned back as to why her nationality is an indian.
helooo singapore...there are hell lot of varied languages in india may be thats why indian govt was thinking logically for once and thus we have a common national language or imagine a sign board like

in india.

by the time you figure out where your languge is you may no longer exist to read it:P

of all things(mom's food,dad's egg curry,aura of hyderabad etc), I miss the simple pat of parents on the back which says it all....which when verbalized translates as : it's fine. u will get through the tough phases in life and u r managing it well.
I need it more in this foriegn country. Where every person is waiting to blame the other. Where people scream at you for doing what you are doing, that too when they are walking in the same shoes and trudging the same path. When people talk in a pitch which is decibels higher than a factory's siren (a siren would put itself to shame) outside your room and wake u up when u are sleeping after a long tyring day(to add to it those who do not live where i do) . When a foodie gets nothing veg and remotely edible stuff to eat. To add it aviation industries screw the prices 3 times higher to see loved ones back home. Am tierd acting like nothing happened.

I need a break, before i break apart.

ps:i have been restraining myself from posting anything negative but people around me are nothing but negative, insensitve whose ultimate soul is to put you down when you are already put down by the current financial crisis and many more complicated things. every remotely decent human being on this planet is trying to achieve something. it might take him there or throw him in trash. all that matters is a small word of apreciation.

GONE WITH THE 50BILLION - Bulls turned Bears

3:00am:Sipping hot Milo,ensconced in my rug,falling for the charm of Rhett butler as he intensly woos katie o hara in the classic Gone with the wind little did I know that the endless phone calls and aprehensions among top management at wall street would result in falling of the empires built over a century and some others being sold for 50 billion dollars.September 15th would surely be remembered as a doomsday in wall street's history as I lay queasy at the thought of my dream company and a terrific brand for years sells itself and henceforth can no longer be THE MERRILL LYNCH.