Guilt Ride.. In The Metro 9:52 PM

Okay. So I am. A concerned citizen.
Don't Get me wrong.
I really am.
And SOMETIMES, I do go overboard with my 'civic-sense' antics.

And this is precisely what happened in the Delhi Metro the other day.
A few days ago, I had offered my seat to two aunties on for two consecutive days. And it had made me immensely proud. and therefore, also started an urge to bring about a "Civic Sense Revolution" among the Metro commuters.

On my next ride n the Metro, me, and a friend, say N, decided to start with the men shamelessly sitting on 'For Ladies Only' seats.
The methodology was simple.

STEP1: Glare at the shameless man.
STEP2: Glare at the 'For Ladies Only' Sign.
Repeat as required.
If the man is still seated, LOL! Or chat aloud about 'irresponsibility' of the commuters. *By the way, THIS one works. ALWAYS! ;)*

CASE 1
And our first target was this sophisticated-ly suited uncle. Sensible, as he was, he just took two rounds of the vicious glares to get the point. But surprisingly, he got up, to offer us *me and N* the seat. Now THIS, was truly unexpected *and funny, at that point*. So after a round of the customary 'No-Thanks', N finally took the seat. And we completed the journey, choking with *controlled* laughter, with half strings of conversation.

CASE 2
On the very same day, basking in the glory of our 'achievement' as we were, we decided to give the trick another shot. So in the second train, the glare-game started again. And it worked! *yes, the second time!* But this man wasn't the sort to offer his seat. He simply changed his.
Now, The Hard Nut followed. This target *read: the shameless man* wasn't the sort to give in easily. So the 'loud' conversation followed, but of no avail. Then the L-ingOL followed. No avail. Then some REALLY loud talking followed.But this one, was 'One Shameless Guy'. He did get up, after all. When his station arrived.

CASE 3

I *with N forced, this time* decided not to litter the road. Instead throw my ice-cream wrapper in one of the dustbins at the Metro station. To my surprise, the stations had none. Neither Rajiv Chowk. Nor Pragati Maidan.
When I inquired the guards, they advised me to throw it anywhere outside the station. "No one would say a word. We'll see to it", they promised.
Left aghast, I *LOUDLY* told N about the feedback their website would receive later that evening.


Now, all said and done, I was feeling sort of strange. Not proud anymore, mind you. Partly because of N's criticism of our acts. Partly because of Mom's. And partly, because of this ever-indecisive conscience of mine. Yeh.. the same one that sometime ago, made me proud of doing so.

So, the conclusions I drew out of the whole experience were:
1. Men are not to sit on the 'For Ladies Only' seats. That is, IF ONLY, some lady in the compartment is not sitting.
2. Men sitting on the 'For Ladies Only', when no lady in the compartment is standing ain't wrong.
3. If the lady refuses to sit, then too, the man is eligible for the seating.
4. If a standing lady does not herself ask the man to vacate the seat, IT IS NOT ANY THIRD PARTY's *read: MY* business to play The Guardian Spirit.
5. You *or ME!*, at your own free will, can always offer your seat to any lady, or a gent. And be happy in the satisfaction. :) :D
6. Even though I did, give the suggestion on the DMRC website, the Metro stations can't have dustbins. For then, anyone, could throw ANYthing *read: even bombs*. Too much of a security issue, this one.

You know, the above stated is quite common 'sense', but learned the way I did, it feels like an 'experience'.

And she lived happily ever after
Till the next post.
Or the next Guilt Ride.
VACATE METRO SEATS FOR WOMEN. AND MEN.

PS: I just recalled, that I have Bored Board Exams. On my head. Almost.

Cause Of Worry, Ms. Dixit? 5:41 PM

And So, FINALLY, Shiela Dixit Has Somethind To Worry About.

A group on Facebook, '10,00,000 ppl in support of Delhi C.M. Shiela Dixit' has only 100 members.
Pretty expected, considering the daily torments like contaminated water, potholes, opend garbage dumps, bad roads and uber-slow CWG 2010 among others that Delhiites have to face.

 
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'Dog'ing The Millionaire 1:10 PM

The world just doesn't seem to amuse one, does it?

After the typical Bollywood-ishtyle entertainer Slumdog Millionaire drew protests against its name, Nicholas Almeida, a social activist and slum dweller himself, has filed a complaint in a local court against the filmmakers, saying the film's title was 'damaging and discriminating.'

Not only this, he has gone an extra mile to hold a naming ceremony for stray dogs in his slum.
And, adding to the zing, the names are - Danny, Christian, Loveleen, Freida and Dev!

Clever, isn't it?
But what such protesters need to understand is that the name Slumdog Millionaire is metaphoric for an underdog slum dweller.

Till then, Slum it up!

Deck The Halls.. 7:45 PM

...With Boughs Of Holly
Fa la la la la la la la la
Ti's The Season To Be Jolly
Fa la la la la la la la la..


EEE!! There's something about Mary Christmas season that makes me pine for it throughout the year. I just love everything Christams - The Food, The Midnight Mass, The Decorations, The Carols *yesh.. I go mad singing them!*, Santa & his Reindeers *Rudolph is my favorite! :p* & the whole spirit. In fact, there was a time when I used to say that red is my favorite color because that's the color of Christmas!

To cut the loooooong story short.. I LOVE CHRISTMAS! AND I'M GLAD IT'S HERE!! *though I'm not attending any of the Christmas bashes - Thank you CBSE. Thank you SO VERY MUCH.* Nevertheless I'm Happeeeeee!

See, THAT's the thing about Christmas.. it makes me happppeeeeeeee even when I'm not exactly celebrating.

So I'll leave you with some of my favorite carols. Enjoy!


Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer

haha! I SO remember my kindergarten teacher going nuts explaining to us that it ain't because they like/come out in/ were born in RAIN that REINdeers are called so! :p


Deck The Halls! *Yes. With Boughs of Holly!*



Jingle Bells!



AND.. The Best-est-est-est!

Boymongoose <3!


MERRY CHRISTMAS!
AND A HAPPEE HAPPEE HAPPEE NEW YEAR!
err-- hopefully.. I'll post before New Year's.

Bang! Bang! Bang! 5:05 PM



.... Bang Bang Zamana Bole
NO. The subject here is not Salman Khan's lame song, which is apparently the worst I've heard since Govinda's 'Meri Shirt Bhi Sexy, Meri Pant Bhi Sexy', apart from his 'Aksa Beach' crap, of course.

It Is....



DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THIS GUY????!!!!

If you do,Join Da Party!
If you don't, you'll have to. Or you Will.
He, by the way, is Sheldon Cooper. Leonard's best friend & roomie from the show 'The Big Bang Theory'.




You just HAVE TO watch the show to believe me how immensely adorable this cute geek is! Watch the show at 2030hrs on Zee Cafe.

Meanwhile, this can be your dose of Sheldon-ism --->



Or This -->

Penny: "I'm a Sagittarius, which probably tells you way more than you need to know."
Sheldon: "Yes... it tells us that you participate in the mass cultural delusion that the sun's apparent position relevant to arbitrarily defined constellations at the time of your birth somehow affects your personality."

Penny: "Imagine how I'm feeling :|"
Sheldon: "Hungry?"
Penny: *glare*
Sheldon: "Tired!?"
Penny: *glare*
Sheldon: "I'm really not very good at this!"

Sheldon: "But then some poor woman is going to pin her hopes on my sperm, what if she winds up with a toddler that doesn't know if he should use an integral or a differential to solve for the area under a curve?"
Leonard: "I'm sure she'll still love him!"
Sheldon: "I wouldn't."


THURSDAY. 8:30 pm. ZEE CAFE. THE BIG BANG THEORY.
DON'T FORGET.
WATCH IT. BELIEVE IT.

Meniverse! 12:35 PM

When I was a young kid, I wanted to be Miss Universe.
I even had this scrap book with pictures , biographies and what not of Miss Indias/Universes/Worlds etc etc.
But that's another issue altogether.
Now I've opted for PCM-B *Physics, Chemistry, Maths, Biology* and apparently, I want to be a Surgeon - OB-GYN/ Cardio-Thoracic/ Neuro. *Clearly, the influence is from Grey's Anatomy.* More on that later.

Here's the fish :
I took the quizzes on Youniverse and I've embedded what I found about my personality in the sidebar.
Apparently, I'm 'The Sofisticat' *raises eyebrow*.
Quite an insight!

PS: Apparently, I think I'm obsessed with the word 'Apparently'.

Something Has Happened... 11:48 AM

... To My Sense of Humor.
Seriously? Seriously?!

Yes. It is my worst nightmare. Or maybe one of my really nightmarish dreams. But recently, I have observed my inability to comprehend the basic-est jokes.

CASE 1

A : Yaar, tell me what to write for Julius Caesar ka character sketch.
B : Yes. Yes. Julius Caesar was the protagonist of the play by William Shakespeare. Also, Caesar is an essentially important daily use item. We use it for making our maths project... yadda yadda yadda
(A, B, & C begin to laugh. I join in the laughter, though unaware of the 'joke')
Me : Ha! Ha! Ha! Par sense kya bani?
(A, B, C & a couple of background laugh-ers give me shocked glances.)

***

CASE 2

Me : Main toh teri fan ho gayi!
Y (who, by the way, was a 6 year old) : Toh thori hawa mujhe bhi dedo.
Z : Isse kehte hain sense of humor.
Me: Matlab? What was the funny part?
Z : Isse kehte hain sense of no humor.

I. Am. Embarrassed.
Amen.

PS: If you didn't get any of the above jokes, JOIN DA CLUB!!