Friday, June 22, 2012

Terror Amongst Us

And here I sit, in my air conditioned office. Waiting for the clock to strike 6 to go home.

My biggest problem is choosing what to have for dinner or thinking of something to do for the day.

I can't even imagine having to question whether I will be alive tomorrow. 

And its sick how my brain can't interpret that as a reality. It just wants to believe it's Bollywood and Hrithik Roshan will pop up and save the day so I can leave the theater and go back to my house. 

But this is life for those people.


Friday, June 15, 2012

Sign Language

Today while riding to work, I saw a little girl standing on the footpath on the side of the road, with a school bag on her back, probably waiting for her bus.
She was standing all alone in the bustling crowd, with a very depressed expression on her face lost to the world staring at her feet.

I was stuck in traffic at this time (Yeah its Bangalore) and couldn’t move. For a moment she looked up probably to search for her bus and we ended up staring at each other.

I had this urge to go and ask her what was wrong, why was she gloomy what was worrying her?
But due to the traffic and me being in the middle of the road on a bike and she up on the footpath, that didn’t seems a viable possibility. 

The Signal turned green, I moved on, but a thought was stuck in my head.

What if everyone in the world knew Sign Language? Wouldn’t it be much easier to communicate with each other? 

You wouldn’t need to be within hearing distance of each other, if you can see the other person and their gestures; you would be able to communicate.

With similar thoughts spinning around in my head , I soon reached the next signal and was stuck again. This time there was an Uncle on a Bajaj Scooter besides me (I didn’t know scooters still existed) so seemed lost. 

He turned to me for what I am assuming was to ask for directions to some place. But he was speaking in Kannada and I don’t speak the language. 
After a few hand gestures I was able to convey to him that I do not understand what he is trying to say.

By this time the signal again turned green and I moved on leaving the Uncle behind. When suddenly another weird thought hit me.

Do Sign Languages also have err.. different languages ? Is the English Sign Language different from let’s say the Chinese Sign Language ? Would a person from one country be able to communicate to a person from another country using the sign languages they have learned in their own countries?

I have not had the opportunity to find out if Sign Languages indeed have different Languages. If any of you know do let me know.


Thursday, June 14, 2012

Potty Time Songs

As is generally the case on this blog, the below poem also came out from a spontaneous  chat conversation I was having with a friend, 

You dont need a Hotty.. 
When you have a Comfy Potty..

A Hotty gives you shit for whatever you do..
A Potty takes all the shit you pass her to..

For a need to learn to press the right buttons..
For a Potty.. There is only one.

A hotty makes you run around, Round and Round..
Press a Button and in a Potty everything goes down

You need to buy perfumes to make your hotty smell good..
Well a potty smells..Err… as every other potty should

So listen up my friend..
Forget about the Hotty. When your potty is God Send !!