Thursday, August 31, 2006

my new house!

in my mind. my new blogspot feels like an empty huge pretty house. I can scream here and sing songs, talk loudly to imaginary characters because i can do anything in my house. my prerogative.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Hmmm....!

Thanks Friend for all that help in starting it out here. I started to think abt blogging when i soooo wanted to growl abt some semi-major things,things i rarely talk about and never write. Though desire to growl has slid down to zilch, i'll make a start still.

I think some women in Indian Government services are hoodwinking government big time and infuriating common man ( and women alike). I have often resisted an urge to work my hand out through that glass counter n slap them . Their arrogance and pathetically low IQ isnt my problem, wut bothers me is that they are classical time-wasters. U exasperate urself explaining them what u want (though they should know wut they are there for...but hey! we obviously arent talking abt normal people here), they look heavily doped and move their lily hands in slow motion, dropping files, making wrong entries in the computers, so dying to hog from their steel ka dabba as they watch their watches for lunch-time, hollering some male colleague N-times for help and while u r forced to watch these clumsy clumps, u r absolutely not allowed to breathe out ur problem. I guess, these women are making up for all the trash they have been getting from all places, they are arrogant because they arent getting fired no matter how many people get crazy by their zombie-ness. If i am called critical, i'll say 'ok, guilty as charged but hey, being a woman myself, my expectations from a woman in role of a working woman is as high as a working man, if not higher'. Women (obviously not all) in secured jobs, should take their job responsibilities more seriously and shouldnt blame others for their dirt attitude. yeah??

Lo I come

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Here is Radica launching self on blogosphere. Hopefully it will be an eventful, interesting ......blah blah