Before zeroing in on this topic, I was baffled with the option of writing on a few other topics. Mind you, this is an attempt in boredom and goes on to prove that you, the reader and I, the blogger are jobless. My inspiration, Jhakar, the muis, who somehow manages to whiff up blog after blog without compromising on the typical Jhakaresque articulacy and humor. (I have read all of your posts, Jhakar). Forget about dozens of blogs, I haven’t completed my 7 page project report while my professor was in Germany.
Coming back to the topics of concern for which I opened MS Word onceuponatime and neatly closed the application later.
- The cultural shock. Too lame and overdone.
- The day I got mugged. I would sound stupid after writing that.
- Using your National Language – A vehicle for success (Focused on Italians). Too jingoistic and judgmental a topic, considering I have stayed only for a month here in Italy.
- Status messages. Yawn!
- Cleavages – Dorsal and Ventral, Episodes from Rome. Unfortunately I am not Pandey and I have more than 0 girls on my friends’ list.
- Euro 2008. Unintelligent. Would be like Miandad speaking English.
And then there were these trivial issues and quandaries, unanswered and endlessly enticing me to write something about.
Why the Nike brand has proliferated so much into the Italian fabric. A ride on an ATAC bus or a scour for seats on a metro train here, would make you believe me. My canvas shoes, half-torn because of some wild moshpits at a local metal gig, were humbled by the opulence of the golden Nike owned by a not-so-hot gypsy chic sitting besides me.
Why Bangladeshis speak in Italian with their fellow country men here in Italy, even when they are selling cheap women undergarments with the ever-prominent Made-in-China tag.
Why Italian Goths listen to umpteen American black metal bands when they are unable to reply back to me in English upon asking them the directions to the box-office.
I still haven’t made my point. I am bored. But I think you were relieved from about 10 minutes of YOUR boredom by reading to this very word.
Ciao.
June 17, 2008 at 5:55 pm |
Thanks for the mention
, even I have read all your posts. But I think both of us need something better (even made up if need be) to fool people into thinking we are having a rocking time in Europe and have been schooled into the arts of the old in-out-in-out. 
June 17, 2008 at 8:33 pm |
mast hai..likhte raho
ur ghaati pana is being reflected in zur cool english and nice sense of vocabulary
June 17, 2008 at 9:42 pm |
Nice work man:)………..keep blogging like this so that we can fight with our boredom of monotonous life here at work and have something good to read during lunch…..:)
I enjoyed it!
June 18, 2008 at 6:52 pm |
nice blog man, just realised how bored i was
July 11, 2008 at 4:51 pm |
Euro is what warms us up for the olympics honneybunny
November 23, 2009 at 6:10 pm |
“Why Italian Goths listen to umpteen American black metal bands when they are unable to reply back to me in English upon asking them the directions to the box-office.”
do we really have to comprehend the lyrics while listening to black metal given the distorted distortion, growling and thrashing the drums with double kick? ain’t the music does the deed while lyrics provide just the elucidation?
the above question is not a comment but an honest attempt to understand metal. \m/