80s Obsession

OMG! There's going to be another 80s partee this weekend yo! Excitement...

They played absolutely NO Paula Abdul the last 80s party I went to... What the fuck? Oh and didn't play A-Ha either... I mean come on!

BTW... for those of you who were not aware..., Dhubhra is currently in India at the moment... :(( Dhubhra... I miss our lunch hour rambles... I am forced to having lunch with my co-workers or bringing lunch from home! Bringing lunch from home isn't half as bad.. Mummy's been packing it all nice for me. Yesterday, she packed chutney, rice, and dal in a way where the three of them didn't get all mixed up and mushed...

BUT, Dhubhra is bringing back some Chocolate Eclairs and Perk Candy Bars pour moi... And did anyone ever notice that Cadbury there tastes like a million times better than the Cadbury here in the US...? I remember the Dairy Milk commercials that used to air in India.. They were so warm and emotional and happy...

Well, will keep everyone posted on what goes on at the 80s party... (touched for the very first time... like a vi-i-i-irgin...)

Training and Eggplants

Bossjee wanted to put me through some training to build skills and blah. So I was really excited to go to training yesterday morning. Training is good due to the fact that everything is "company paid" and you get a free lunch... Turned out that the class was just a repetition of shit that I already know.

But... I did not lose spirit! Until lunch came along that is... The instructor allowed a mere 40 minute lunch. Bitch! She went off saying, "you guys don't need a whole hour of lunch do you? do you??" ugh!

I was super hungry and to add to that the only thing that was available for vegetarians was this nasty eggplant curry. See picture below. There are only specific ways to cook an eggplant and the thing that was served for lunch, was NOT the way to cook it.

At least they had some pretty awesome cookies. They were super warm and soft. So that kept me content.

Spiritual Fruits vs. Religious Nuts

Okay, so I guess I should do the whole "blah-blah-blah it's been a while since I blah-blah-blah on this blog"... But screw it. Here. Tell me what you think of the following. July 12th, first time in history of the U.S., a Hindu (which is why I'd think you guys would be interested) delivered a morning invocation in Senate. A couple of Christian fanatics
rudely interrupted him and started talking sh!t. Well, let the link speak for itself... Here:

http://thinkprogress.org/2007/07/12/christian-right-disrupts-first-hindu-prayer-in-the-senate/

Random AIM convo

S: i ate 2 rochers

me: bitch

me: where are mine?!

S: eheheheh

me: aaaahhhhh

me: now i'm craving them! x-(

me: don't EVER do that to me

S: dude i have urz..ill eat em too

S: ehehhe

S: sorry

me: aaaaaaaargh!

S: just wanted to let u know

me: thanks

me: torture!

me: agony!

S: omg woman chill ill get u some

me: our vending machines are crap here

S: hahaha

me: who needs pretzels

S: serious dude

S: vending machines with rochers

S: divineeee

me: omg! i would move into it

S: hhahah

No makeup, No TV, No cellphones, No toilet bowls...

... for two nights and three days... and I survived... on top of it all, I survived without complaints or whines.

A bunch of us went camping in the most desolate yet beautiful area ever. See pic... aah.. beeeyouteefull isn't it?

Getting to our camping area was an ordeal. For someone that has never been backpacking or camping, I had absolutely no idea on what to expect. I was given the following advice, "Pack light." "Light" can have absolutely no meaning for someone that has a purse that weighs half her size. But somehow, I tried to cram in two nights and three days worth of clothing, food, and bare essentials into a single.. I repeat... single backpack. Yes yes... take a moment to be proud of me.

Back to getting to the camping area... We had to take a trail... The trail was about a 2.5-3 mile hike into this forest. See picture of a part of the trail.. Don't you LOVE the greenery? oohs and aahs everywhere...

So anyway, the group tried to leave as early as possible from civilization so that we would not have to hike the trail in the night time and avoid being attacked by bears... But fact of life readers... When you have a group more of than two... ok, more than three individuals..., it is near to impossible to have things happen according to plans... Throw a brown person into the group, and it IS impossible to have things go as planned. Hence, we ended up hiking the trail in the night time. And no.. No bears were sighted. Thank god! (But on the way back from camping, my friend thought he heard a rattle snake... Rattle snakes are only existent in the desert silly...) Each of us had mini headlights taped to our heads, which made us look like miners. Awesomeness at its best!

By the time we got to the camping site, it was around 10PM I think. Oh did I mention that I did not carry a watch during the trip. It was bliss! First thing I told my friends when we reached there was, "sniff sniff... I am soaking in the fact that I won't have to wake up to my cell phone alarm tomorrow"... aaahhhh blissssss...

The rest of the time was spent at the lake, hiking, drinking, more drinking, yapping, applying excessive sunscreen (yes yes, even I, the 'brown' one applied sunscreen), cooking, getting attacked by flies, shoveling a hole in the ground so that we can do our business, flick crawling ants from the tent... ooh, here's a pic of the tent...

Camping has told me taught me to appreciate the little things in life. Like..., combing your hair. How living in the wild without a comb can make your hair feel like plastic. And the comfort of bottled water. I had to pump water into bottles from the lake. It was a great task, but Dasani all the way baby! And the stars.... I have never seen so many fucking stars in my life. I could even see the hazy Milky Way spread across the sky. I was reminded of every song that had the something to do with stars while I watched them. You can be my lucky star...

oooh, which reminds me... I went to an 80s party a couple of weekends ago, which deserves another post... starlight... starbright!

Kumari

It was one of those moments when I give up clicking through all the stations on the radio, when I have already heard the CD in the player enough times and my only resort is the NPR channel, which believe it or not has saved me from listening to a lot of senseless music and brought me stories I couldn't have come across if I spent a whole week at a bookstore. This particular story caught me with awe. This is the story of Kumaris. The NPR segment talked about the Nepalese living child Goddess who was visiting America to attend film festivals featuring a short film made on her lifestyle as a Kumari and many others like her. Kumaris are believed to be Goddess living in the body of a girl child who has all 32 signs determined by the Nepalese tradition. Kumaris as young as the age of 6 are taken to the "Kumari Ghar", with the will of their family where they will spend another 5 - 6 years being worshipped. I giggled as I heard the part where the Kumari visits an American elementary school and is faced with remarks such as "wow, i never met a goddess before", the kids watch her make up and stature in awe as she reciprocates the same, they are foreign to her, a Kumari's life is spent in isolation where she is worshiped by priests, her own parents (that I think is super cool) and many others who want her blessings to prosper. Her feet must not touch the ground, she must not be injured, one of the students asks the lady accompanying Kumari, "will she always remain a Goddess?" the answer is no, the Goddess shall leave this young girl at the age of 12, a gentle way of presenting the answer that hides within it the idea that once the girl reaches puberty she will no longer be inhabited with Goddess. This is when my budding excitement for this interesting ritual dies.

It's not odd to hear things like.. oh you shouldn't go to the temple when you are going through THAT time, back in the day one of my friends told me about her mother's explanation that when you go through THAT time you are dirty and you shouldn't visit God when you are dirty, it's disrespectful.

Back to Kumari, so what exactly happens when you have spent about 6 years being treated like a Goddess and suddenly one day your bodily change causes you to be sent back to your home, with your family who don't know you anymore, you are expected to carry on a normal life, your childhood has passed while you have hardly had a normal one, you have never been to school but you must now catch up, it gets better, once a Kumari you may never be married as you can be a danger to the life of the guy married to you.... great isn't it..and what do the family members have to say to all this..ofcourse they are privileged to have their daughter be a Kumari. They must follow the societal rule, which takes higher precedence than law in such communities.

Now what would be the case if it was a child boy God ? Would he forever be a God since he doesn't become impure? Would he be prohibited to marry? I bet there would be line of families waiting to have their daughters blessed by the God. Here's an interesting video about an ex-Kumari and her struggle to adjust back to normal life click here to watch it , some do not buy into this cultural ritual and call upon the human rights violation since it is never a choice left to the child to be part of this ritual read here

What thinkst thou?

The next Sanjaya Malakar???

Um first of all WTF?

Personally i think its an act. Who says "I am perrfaarming on the Ballywood movie like eh dancing .... i can vin yif yeveryone loww my dence" ?

For the two people reading this who haven't seen it ... Here's the original.