Rantaholic

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Posted on 26th November 2008 by Dilip Muralidaran in Uncategorized

Yes, that’s me. It’s 100% true and there is no denying it. I complain about a lot of things. I don’t bullshit but i complain. The last time i checked, if you are telling the truth i find that complaining is not a criminal offense in the Indian constitution is it a problem as per the Indian Penal code.

I complain about a lot of things that a lot of Indians complain about. Bad roads, a political system that does not work, tax money not being used for what it is intended, the law and order system that hardly exists and the lethargic attitude of Indians across the nation.

Before you brand me as a country brute and someone who brings disgrace to India and not being patriotic you should listen to my point of view, or alt east that’s what i assume is fair?

Statutory Warning: This post merely states facts. It is not about boasting what great things i do or what a pitiful and sorrowful life i live. Neither do i need the applause, nor the sympathy of any living grain on earth. I’ve been on my own and i think if i’ve managed to survive for the past 27 years, i think i can carry on for a few more years on my own.

Unlike other “normal” people who have the time in their hands i do not have time on my hands. I suffer from a post arthritic condition caused by a dislocated hip. In plain words this means my thigh bone may come off anytime now (it’s barely clinging on to my non existing hip socket) and when that happpens, i may A. if lucky die of pain & shock or B. be bed ridden for the rest of my life and have someone wash my ass for a daily chore (which i do not opt for) and i’d rather die peacefully and have things in place to take myself out, if option B happens.

So, because my time is short i see how precious life is and how i cannot afford to fool around and waste my time. I know i have only one life. Some may disagree and talk about re-incarnation and next birth, i request such hallucinated people to stay away from me. I’ve already been sold that and i trashed such nonsense long ago. Back on topic, i realize that we are not going anywhere as a nation unless and until there is a radical change in our attitude. I want to see change before i die, i fear that i may not for most valid reasons.

So if i can’t see and be the change, what the fuck is my life worth living for? I might rather die right now, get the point?

Every problem needs acknowledgement first that it is indeed a problem. Calling out terms like “India is a Great Country” to sound like a nice guy and be politically correct all the time and saying things like “Unity in diversity” kind of bullshit is in my personal opinion is ‘Spineless’. It may help you score more marks in school and be known as the nice guy amogst the girls but it will not get our society anywhere positive a place. We have bad roads, why don’t we acknowledge we have bad roads? We have democracy that does not work and a law and order situation which is skewed. We also have religious bigots who control the political situation, why know just accept facts as they are?

We know we are not “Unity in diversity” when it comes to issues of the society. Don’t give me that Italian Sonia psuedo prime minister, backward class president for Prathiba patil, christian ex defence minister et all. They came to power because they had the backing of their community and the money to do it. I come from a brahmin family. Getting my folks to vote for anyone other than the “brahminic jayalalitha” would be close to impossible. I’m damn sure it is the case for every other community and family too.

Unless you complain everybody assumes that everything is fine. Unless and until stated things wont be done. This is the basis of communication, it applies to every aspect of life. Home, work, health etc., If people decided to shut up and do nothing about the schmidt memorial this would not have happened. People complained like hell and then they got tired of complaining and started to do something about it. If you are in school and you are being bullied, you either gotta speak to your teacher or you speak to your parents. If you dont communicate you better learn karate to kick your bullies ass, otherwise sit in a corner and cry and make yourself mad. That is life, simple & plain like vanilla ice cream.

Lastly, i complain because i care. Unlike most indian middle class who have the “on top of the cow urine passing” attitude i fail to take no for an answer or for that matter any excuse that is invalid. I’m okay with paying tax as long as tax money is being used for the common good. I don’t stop with complaining, i act too. I work for a few things that i believe need radical change. For example, i work for transgender issues which i think needs addressing. I also work hard to address the bullshit god and religion has managed to loathe all these years and pull people out of the spiritual hallucinations that they are into all the time and make them see a little bit of reality in life.

When i take the pains to book a ticket in a train i fail to accept “please adjust” as an excuse in a reserved compartment. I fail to understand why i need to pay Rs. 100 to the guy who pushes my wheel chair in the airport everytime i come from overseas, when he is already paid to do the job. I fail to understand why i need to bribe someone to do their duty. Usually i find bribe as something to make someone do illegal or something that they are not supposed to do but only in my country do i see bribe as a means to get legal things done.

I feel responsible that im also a direct cause of all the problems. If i fail to acknowledge, if i fail to revolt, if i fail to speak against, if i fail to COMPLAIN then things will not change. Had we not complained when the british were ruling our ass we would still be a british colony. We complained and we never stopped which is why we are “India” now.

So the next time someone complains how shitty things are around them there are only two things you need to look out for.

1. Is there fact/truth in the complaint
2. Is there a validity in complaining, can influence and we at all make a difference.

So here is my 2 cents, i encourage all indians to complain, if possible go get a Ph.D on complaining and do it the expert way.

A day in Daksha’s Life

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Posted on 13th November 2008 by Dilip Muralidaran in comedy |daily life |friends |humour |personal |story

Daksha is my best’est friend. Let me introduce you to a wonderful day, a typical hour to minute affair in her wonderful life…

NOTE: Please view all links found here to get the complete picture.

0630: Daksha wakes up and finds fly on the Sevuru of her bedroom. She takes a pic of it. Fly does not fly away and Daksha yells "yay" in excitement. Unfortunately she has not brushed (in 4 days) and fly falls dead on the floor instantaneously. Neighboring fly was admitted as trauma case and is still fighting for its life in ICU.

0730: Daksha goes to shower but finds it too cumbersome so douzes off some more spinz deo on herself and says "there is always tomorrow and there is always hope for those who believe".

0830: Daksha is driving on the road and paper flowers and firangipani are on the road. She takes a pic of paper flowers and uploads it to flickr and names it "Chintha Poovu" and the Frangipani upload as "Bentha Poovu" in her mind. :D

1030: Daksha pings people on google chat "ooi, enna pannara" (which is usually the unfortunate me) and regardless of the reply you give her response is "im bored!!!". Any further conversation will result in a response "Hmmm.." from her. (hmm.. idhukkaaga naanga enna cabre dance’a ada mudiyum ivanga office’kku vandhu). She finally uploads a pic called "bored" and kills her boredom, phew.. thappichchomda sami.

1230: "ooi enna pannare" continues one more time again and i say "im goin out for lunch" and she again responds "im bored"… to which i standardly respond "wanna join me for lunch?" to which she sighs, "sir will not allow…"

0230: Daksha pings me on gmail chat again and ironically asks "are you jobless? you are always on chat all the time?" to which i respond "i work from home"… daksha does not agree… she wins… im certified jobless.. sattire is an aspect of life, i understand that much.. and so can you never win arguing with women, which is also a universal truth :-(

0330: Daksha teaches her flickr audience some arithmetic. She uploads this

0530: Daksha leaves for home, she stops by the road again to take pics of flowers but she runs over the flower she took a pic of in the morning with her car and kills it. She takes a pic of the dead flower, uploads to flickr and calls it "sithu boolnu" and sudhamshu is happy he can get that tulu part of it finally!

0630: SMS from daksha "u wrote that stupid blog about me you idiot! next time i see you i will slap you!!!"

0635: Dilip turns off comp and cell phone and hides under the sheets and prays for dear life, yeah right! :D

 


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