Hello Miss Pompous

Thanks to you a strange thought occured to me - that running a sharp knife through a cushiony bed must be exciting and that might assuage a person in times like these. I am guessing that I feel this way because I am really mad at YOU. yes, I AM really mad at you and REALLY mad at you.
I genuinely hope I don't become like (one of) you someday. Everytime you talk to me condescendingly I thought it was just your personality because you "must" be nice as someone in your position ought to be. But when I see you sucking upto non-Indians, I find it hard to convince myself that you are normal. I know you act like this to me because I am also an Indian. This is the worst form of racism. I bet you wouldn't dare show this attitude to some white woman. And thanks to you, I said something I promised I'd never even feel leave alone say - that I dread dealing with Indians. And thanks to you Tendulkar's innings is the last thing in my mind. And I hope this post serves as some sort of catharsis.

My Blog

Somebody told me (after reading my previous post) that my blog "ini mella chaagum". That kind of upset me, I don't want it too. The frequency of my posts indicates how much I am able to do things that I really like. Recently, I had an argument with a friend about people doing the things they like. She said its a luxury. Its not that I have a strong opinion on the topic but I love playing devil's advocate. So I said "If you really (make that capital) want to do something, you'll always find time for it". And that friend easily agreed. Now I think thats not true. I don't blog regularly and I want to slouch on the couch doing nothing but I never have time for that. Does that mean one is bad in time management or is doing the things you like really a luxury? Please give me your opinion.