knock knock

i used to be good at making up knock knock jokes. that was till my current dry spell, that's lasted about two years or so.

which is why i'm proud of my last one (which isn't strictly to the form, TBH), but did flow without much effort:

knock knock?
who's there?
hue's there!
hue who?
woo hoo, RT @inkv Awesome hues outside!

- krist0ph3r, one cloudy evening, on twitter

ps: i have an extremely strong tendency to type knock as "knowck". yes, it always happens. i made that mistake every single time i typed knock in this post. and that's despite being conscious of it, and making a mental note that this quirk should go in the post even!

pissed off.

today was my angriest day in months.

it's been building up for a while.

my bike has been dysfunctional for 10 days now, because the mechanic didn't fix it properly, despite 4 visits with the same two problems.

monday morning, i couldn't get a rickshaw, but hitched a ride halfway to work with a friend, and then had to walk for 20 minutes looking for a rickshaw, till i finally found a bus that went towards office. and reached late.

yesterday morning, i had to wait (nay, walk around!) for a rickshaw for *half a frikkin hour* in a downpour, because i couldn't find a rickshaw, and the few rickshaws didn't want to go to my office.

yesterday evening, i had to hard reset my phone, losing all my apps, text messages, settings, gps tracks, and other miscellaneous stuff, because my phone ran out of memory and uninstalling 30mb of apps didn't get me any of it back.

and finally, today evening, i had to walk for 20 minutes looking for a rickshaw because atleast 30 rickshaws refused to go towards my home, finally gave up and decided to take a bus, had to leave two buses because they were too packed, got a third bus, was slammed in my knee so hard by someone's briefcase that it actually bled, and finally, the bus didn't even stop where it had to, near my house. to top it all, i was bored sick all the way, because i wanted to rant and twitter was down for over 2 hours, foursquare was also down for a while, gprs was flaky, my bro made me get up from the computer for "five minutes" but didn't inform me when he was done, and i was forced to lie down in a corner of my house where there is no wi-fi, and blogger was giving 404 errors when i was trying to comment on people's blogs, and google reader on my phone refuses to hide posts after i've read them.

so in short, this is who/what i'm pissed off with, in ascending order:

• bro
• the guy who slammed my knee
• vodafone
• my mechanic
• twitter
• each of those 50+ rickshaw drivers who have turned me down over the past 3 days.

in fact, i think i would have killed a driver today if they weren't so quick to speed off when they hear where i want to go.

ps: bro should actually jump two places. i just realized the reason why all those 404 errors and half the twitter connection failures and all of the flaky wifi is because he was fucking around with the router.

ye olde facebook?

i do my share of translating for facebook when i have free time. my pet language is pirate.

most translation is rather mundane, involving up-voting and down-voting phrases, and occasionally picking between alternatives. i think i may have submitted a translation (or rather, got a chance to submit one) barely five times in as many months.

the mundanity (is that a word?) briefly abated when i was asked to decide whether i liked this one though:

Ye olde Facebook be a community sarvice that be lettin scurvy dogs keep up with their crew an' other scurvy dawgs who be doin' a manner of piratical things near them. Ye scurvy dawgs who be usin' facebook to be talkin' with other rogues an' hoist portraits, portals an' bewitched portraits, an' be studyin the crews and rogues that sail near them.

says it rather well, no?

the loss of a dear one

two of my relatives have expired in the last two weeks. both of terminal conditions (terminal old age and terminal cancer, to be precise).

the contrast was very apparent.

my grandaunt was a little over 80, and has lived to see her grandchildren, some of whom are working and pretty successful in life. when she expired, everyone just gave a collective sigh and moved on. the talk at the family get together after the funeral was more about work, studies, exchanging notes distant relatives, and more mundane day-to-day stuff. pretty much everybody was prepared for her passing away, and frankly, no one was unduly saddened by anything other than the fact that she spent her last few months in bed, unable to move and bearing a great deal of pain.

my aunt, on the other hand, was just past 50, had already lost her husband 10 years ago, and had two kids, one in school and one in college. the kids themselves put on brave faces and barely cried, but i could hardly imagine what it must have felt for them. it's moments like these where we sometimes question god's justice when it comes to handing out suffering, hardship and death. i'm almost 15 years older than the younger boy, and yet i can't bear to even imagine the loss of either of my parents, let alone both.

at the get together after the funeral, we pledged to all be their parents and brothers and sisters, but i know that it can never be the same for them. but i know one thing: god doesn't do anything that you can't deal with. i hope my cousins find that strength and will in him, and in the memory of their parents, and grow up to be great, loving people, as their parents would have wished.

tapering off...

two blog posts in the last month. i think people would have given up on my blog by now.

well, for those of you who haven't, i'm getting back to it with a vengeance.

see you around!

regrets

i don't make friends easily.
i don't lose friends easily.
but when i do, it just weighs me down.
this time, i know, it was all my fault.

i still haven't brought myself to say sorry though.

it shall come. soon.

pop culture is not the answer

i question the sanity of someone who derives his philosophy of life from movie quotes. it's like taking medical advice from a 2 year old, but actually, much, much, worse!

-kris, early on a friday morning.