"Is the Gujarat police so impotent that it had to kill a woman in cold blood?"
This dialogue on the Times of India - apparently started by the editor - confuses me.
Are they implying that men who are impotent are likely to kill women? Or that men who are potent are not killers? Or that the police force only comprises of men?
Why do men associate everything with the size, shape, and/or functional efficacy of their Penis?
When India made an early exit from the World Cup, I watched an irate fan say on some desi channel " Unko chudiyaan pehenke wapas aana chahiye". [They should wear bangles when they return.]
Meaning what? That women are losers? "Real" men can't lose?
Sorry for the rant. I just got another "Life for single women is so tough and filled with sharks" talk from my folks yesterday. And it made me mad that rather than having faith in my ability to look after myself, my parents want me to rush into another marriage or atleast "think about it". So I'm highly sensitive to the "women are weak" type of remarks right now.
And what's with the sharks? I mean, where did that analogy come from?
Argh.
Ok, I'll admit it - I am only writing this post because I thought the title was so witty and clever. Because otherwise this is such a super-duper-stupid-lame case of waste-of-fucking-time-money-and-other-precious-resources that embarrasses me at work because people ask me "Are Indians really burning effigies of Richard Gere? For a peck on the cheek? Really? And the judge thought that was sexually erotic?".
That bloody judge obviously isn't getting any.
Can the self-appointed moral police and the government-appointed judges, please burn effigies of rapists and convict them with the same speed that they did in poor Richard's case?
And isn't burning all those effigies bad for the environment?
Tags: india
Can team India PLEASE bloody refund the £25 I spent this afternoon getting an upgrade on my Sky subscription - against my better judgment - to watch the freakin' World Cup?
Now I have to listen to Bangladeshi colleague at work, gloat. Thank Heavens I'm changing jobs.
And all you Sachin lovers out there - he sucks. He is a HAS BEEN. And don't wave some stupid statistics at my face. Because - he's only great on paper. As a super hero cartoon.
ME - I feel your pain.
I'm at work, listening to music on shuffle and "Piano Man" ended only to be followed by the annoying "Des Rangila" song from Fanaa, sung by Kavita Krishnamurthy in true shrill form. As she goes on about how our des is so wonderful & colourful and blah blah blah... I roll my eyes and crib internally about how the lyrics completely gloss over all the umpteen problems that India faces. I continue with my work only vaguely aware of the song going on in the background.
Then, towards the end of the song there is an instrumental segue into the "Jaya He" part of the Indian national anthem and out of nowhere my heart wells up and I feel all nostalgic and terribly home sick and want to rush back home on the first available flight. To that beautiful multi-hued, blue skied land with lush green fields and deep red shades of love. That orange sunshiny colorful country that I will always call "home".
