Sunday, December 31, 2006
Happy New Year, I Hope.
And another year has gone by, as fruitless and unexpected as ever. The year of the Cock, or Rooster, fades away into nothingness, leaving behind a few memories, some bitter, some sweet, and others plain hilarious and perplexing.
Events I don't need to mention:
The Zidane Head butt, Microsoft's Vistas 'news releases', anything related to Orkut, Kavya Vishwanathan's pinched book, India losing at Cricket; pretty much used to it by now, Some damn Hussein, Bush's goof ups...
Promises kept by pot-bellied politicians have been dutifully broken, slums remain, water's always at a shortage, and the rate at which the garbage piles up on the streets can put even Mt. Everest to shame.
Potholes ensure the nerve-jittering rides that they have been delivering for years. They'll leave you shaken, and stirred.
The antics of a Coke-sniffing off-spring of a certain BJP spokesperson ensured that papers had enough meat to scavenge for a month.
The Mumbai blasts: Newspapers heralded the 'undying spirit of Mumbai' which would 'rise from the ashes no matter what came', quite missing the point that falsely sowing the seed of thought would would assure them that they were probably immune to the forces of Nature, and terrorists.
Clothes: I hope that 2007 will bring some colour into our lives, instead of just draping it over models who inevitably drop it off for the whole world to see 'what lies beneath'. May clothes shop really stock clothes that anyone can wear. I hate it when I pick up a pretty shirt, and need to put it back just because it's tight around the arms or something. India isn't Bangkok. There's no reason why we need to size our clothes in accordance to a nation of pint sized people. Some of us aren't anorexic and twiggy, but that doesn't make us bloated. Fingers crossed that 2007 will be a year where I don't dress and look like a bemused chicken with my feathers all ruffled.
Music: No Himesh. No Himesh. No Himesh. I am sick of him. In today's Brunch, a booklet by HT, and they had asked people from entertainment fields to vote for their Singer, up coming model and the likes. Conspicuously, himesh didn't feautre on anyone's list. that must be a hint enough for him.
Colaba: We love that place. The Gothic VT, cafe Leopold and Mondegar, art galleries, the old, magnificent buildings, the comparatively better streets, and the number of curios you can get there, right from Mariner's Clocks to foreign dailies, coins to old books.
Movies: Originality counts. No more remakes due to lack of scripts that make sense, more Rang De Basanti and Munna Bhai.
Reservation: I am all for it. Let those poor OBCs get all the reservation they want. Reserve buses for them, reserve taxis for them. Separate roads for them to walk on, separate crannies to spin in, a different department for them to buy their vegetables from, another to get clothes from. Independent trains, specially marked flags they can wave around proclaiming that they're Reserved. Build toilets where they can crap to their heart's content without us nosing around, and apartments where they can make merry to their heart's content. Bring on Dalit schools run by dalit headmasters, taught by dalit teachers and attended by dalit students, and examined by the Dalit Community that surely exists somewhere. May this happy tribe pass and join dalit colleges where a similar process continues. Special notes with Dr.Baba Saheb Ambedkar's face are to be printed. For their use wonly.
Web: Hurrah for Web 2.0. Mainly because MySpace fails miserably at this. Cleaner interfaces, simpler layouts, and aesthetic columns. With companies upgrading their websites to measure up to the Web 2.0 specifications, interaction between customers and members has increased. Do away with garish themes as you would with 2006, and welcome visual appeal as with 2007.