At 4:00 AM
Yawn yawn... another day... where is that girl... ah there she is sleepin peacefully... Let me wake her up... how dare she continue sleeping when I am up... hmmm lick lick... slurp slurp... that oughta do it... bingo! she is awake... yea... now scratch my belly and my neck... oh yea ... nice... keep doin it... how I love that... the fool falls prey to my cuteness charade everytime... look at her her all oohin n aahin over me...ha!
At 9:00 AM
Why does she have to yap non stop while she feeds me... as if I care about her ramblings... although I do get a feelin that she is trying to teach me something... ah forget it I better enjoy my cereal and think about things I am gonna do today. Burp! done with the food bit... pour me some water lady... do it now!... ah never fails this girl... I think she is not too bad only if she cut the cute name calling that she does... the fool... My name is genie for god sakes... as if it weren'tt enough to give me such a gay name... why cudnt she name me 'Killer' or 'Rover' or something... and what's with the execessive public display of affection...too much!...Time for a nap... leave me alone lady! (run run to his favourite spot)
Whenever
Yawn ...a good little nap ... hmmm where is that girl... ah there she is... what is that in her hands... a scrunchy ....I MUST have it! Grrr grrr... give it to me you fool... I must have whatever you have in your hands no matter how useless it is... ah she let's go... run genie run... hide ... ah she has given up chasing ... I better leave the scrunchy here and come out... it's no longer fun ... besides it's mine now... I hope she knows how things work around here now that I am the boss,
1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my mouth, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm chewing something up, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it just looks like mine, it's mine.
8. If I saw it first, it's mine.
9. If you are playing with something and you put it down, automatically it's mine.
10.If it's broken, it's yours.
Agenda for today - sleepin, eating and ensuring that by the end of the day I have a ready stash of unwanted, completely useless knick knacks which should all be hidden at some god forsaken, inaccessible location in the house or the garden (make a mental note)
At 6:00 PM
Looks like the girl is taking the car out for a spin... I MUST go too... Must act cute and angelic... that never fails... she will fall for it... Doors open and she let's me in ... super... here we go... although I should admit I fear for my life with the way she drives!
End of day
Ah let's see... today's stash...car keys (they will look for it tmrow ...tee hee hee!), scrunchy, socks, a stick and a ball...not bad! Looks like a fruitful day to me...
I better stop using her or should I say MY laptop (khi khi!) before they make a big deal of a dog blogging (cmon! u guys)... Adios amigos... I shall keep posting as and when I get my paws on MY laptop.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Let's set the mood right
Now that I have written on a mandatory banal topic (for the uninitated please read the last Post), I think I no longer deserve to be called a newbie blogger (hint hint). I have often wondered what should be the tone of my blog. I dissected every bit of my psyche to see if I could use any of my personality traits as a possible mood for the blog.
Some of the things that I narrowed down upon were:
But finally I decided it should be like my mood swings, unpredictable and refreshingly different (yes yes my mood swings are refreshing). Well, some mean friends of mine (damn you again mean friends :P) think it is not so much of my mood swings as a case of multiple personality disorder (the reader is free to pick his/her side, but I sure do hope they go with 'mood swings' for their own good! 'caution naive reader - it would be wise on your part to view this as a veiled threat' ).
Being an Aquarian the one thing that can really bore the daylights out of me is something that is predictable and I didnt want my blog to be that. Cutting to the chase, for the benefit of the confused reader, "please don't feel violated because you expected to read something interesting but all you got was a post about my moral beliefs or my footwear, it is not me, no no, it is just one of those wretched mood swings I tell you".
And anyways who cares what the tone of the blog is as long as you like what you read.
Some of the things that I narrowed down upon were:
- It could be vain
- It could be cutely wicked
- It could be classy and sophisticated
- It could be arrogant and brash,
- Or maybe Opiniated and stubborn
- It could be childishly silly and chatty
- It could also be about other people's lives and me commenting on them (trust me it is the easiest thing to do)
- It could be quirky and strange
- It could be non-conformist
- It could be about making the wrong choices
- Hell it could even be about my dog!
But finally I decided it should be like my mood swings, unpredictable and refreshingly different (yes yes my mood swings are refreshing). Well, some mean friends of mine (damn you again mean friends :P) think it is not so much of my mood swings as a case of multiple personality disorder (the reader is free to pick his/her side, but I sure do hope they go with 'mood swings' for their own good! 'caution naive reader - it would be wise on your part to view this as a veiled threat' ).
Being an Aquarian the one thing that can really bore the daylights out of me is something that is predictable and I didnt want my blog to be that. Cutting to the chase, for the benefit of the confused reader, "please don't feel violated because you expected to read something interesting but all you got was a post about my moral beliefs or my footwear, it is not me, no no, it is just one of those wretched mood swings I tell you".
And anyways who cares what the tone of the blog is as long as you like what you read.
From Stilettoes to Sports shoes
My idea of footwear revolved solely around stilettoes until I came to SCMHRD and made friends with people I made friends with. They took it upon themselves to educate me into a world where we needed to run and catch the bus everytime we went out (since most of the plans were made at the 11th hour), where I would be duped into walking for hours by convincing me that the place was just around the corner, where even if we hired a cab, we would rather walk than use the much paid for vehicle and where we would go trekking every other day.
I had to choose, either it were my stilettoes or my friends. As much as I love my babies, the decision wasnt too difficult for me. And with that one decision it was obvious that I had embarked upon what is now famous as Kashmo's commando training (thank you Aditya for coining the phrase).
And this is why I bought my first pair of sports shoes. The thing that struck me most as I slipped on my first pair was that suddenly I felt so much shorter than everyone else around me. My LOS didnt reach too far ahead because more often than not it was blocked by another person's torso (and sometimes unmentionable body parts in case of extremely tall people, damn you tall people!). The feeling was even more unsettling when I had to watch an entire rock concert looking at people's backs. Or the feeling of sheer helplessness when some mean friend (damn you mean friend!) of mine would want me to hi-five him where I couldnt reach his hands.
But my feet, oh god my feet, they begged to differ, they discovered a feeling previously unknown to them, I think people call it comfort. It is what I call 'Feet Nirvana', they felt at home (and nothing less than, like a couple of poodles lazing around in a Beverly hills Penthouse) . Naah, I wasnt complaining about walking, trekkin, not using a cab or running after the bus anymore (ok, truth be told- I still complain about the running after the bus bit) on the contrary I enjoyed every minute of the outdoor action. My friends werent complaining either. Kudos to them for having successfully converted a pathological stilettoe shopper into a Sneaker-loving-gal.
I am pretty certain that they were happy, infact a little proud of me everytime I said - 'Let's walk'.
The only downside as I see, of getting too comfy in those sports shoes is the fact that now I want to wear them with my cocktail dresses as well !!
I had to choose, either it were my stilettoes or my friends. As much as I love my babies, the decision wasnt too difficult for me. And with that one decision it was obvious that I had embarked upon what is now famous as Kashmo's commando training (thank you Aditya for coining the phrase).
And this is why I bought my first pair of sports shoes. The thing that struck me most as I slipped on my first pair was that suddenly I felt so much shorter than everyone else around me. My LOS didnt reach too far ahead because more often than not it was blocked by another person's torso (and sometimes unmentionable body parts in case of extremely tall people, damn you tall people!). The feeling was even more unsettling when I had to watch an entire rock concert looking at people's backs. Or the feeling of sheer helplessness when some mean friend (damn you mean friend!) of mine would want me to hi-five him where I couldnt reach his hands.
But my feet, oh god my feet, they begged to differ, they discovered a feeling previously unknown to them, I think people call it comfort. It is what I call 'Feet Nirvana', they felt at home (and nothing less than, like a couple of poodles lazing around in a Beverly hills Penthouse) . Naah, I wasnt complaining about walking, trekkin, not using a cab or running after the bus anymore (ok, truth be told- I still complain about the running after the bus bit) on the contrary I enjoyed every minute of the outdoor action. My friends werent complaining either. Kudos to them for having successfully converted a pathological stilettoe shopper into a Sneaker-loving-gal.
I am pretty certain that they were happy, infact a little proud of me everytime I said - 'Let's walk'.
The only downside as I see, of getting too comfy in those sports shoes is the fact that now I want to wear them with my cocktail dresses as well !!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Discovering & Re-Discovering
If you have time on your hand, a group of like minded people, you have the perfect recipe for an interesting journey of discovery and re-discovery.
I leave Pune a little more richer, a little more culturally sound and a little more appreciatvie of the beautiful legacy that has been left to us.
Places/events one should not miss when they come to pune (Apart from the mandatory visit to the Malls etc.)
Sinhgad Fort
We treckked for two and a half hours to reach this fort. Now, I am not a great fan of treckking or any such activity (they don't go well with my feet which prefer stilletoes and not sports shoes), but the tapris of lemonade up the hill, the panting & gasping for breath, leaning against the rocks every 10 minutes, striking conversation with random fellow treckkers, inquiring every tapriwalla about how long is it going to take to reach the top, the dust, the grime, the sun...I will remember it for all that.
Apart from the feeling of fighting it out to reach the top, something that is another possible motivator is the local spread that you get to enjoy once inside the Fort.
GoodLuck Cafe
A landmark in the true sense of the word, so much so that the crossing where it is loacted has been named Goodluck Chowk. With a history that dates back to 1935 , it still remains one of the most popular eating joints in the city. Especially famous for its breakfast which ranges from the very English, Eggs and Bacon to the very Indian Bun-Maska. It should not come as a surprise therefore if people like me actually wake up at 6:30 to take the 7:15 bus and a 45 mins drive to reach the place and eat baked beans and toast. Totally worth it.
Chatur-shringi/Shirdi/Shani-Shingnapur
Even the most reluctant Temple -goer like yours truly should atleast once, make the trip to these Temples. Each one of them has some story that is unique about it. For example women are not allowed to worship in Shani-Shingnapur (there is an interesting story about why it is so, google it). And the houses in the villages don't have locks on the door.
Visit to Shiridi espcially during the morning aarti is the closest I have come to feeling spiritual (and that speaks a lot about the aura of the place since I am a total non-believer when it comes to puja's' and aarti's')
National Film Archives
Not really a 'touristy' place but if you want to breathe in the same air as some of the most creative brains of the country you should definitely make it a point to visit the place. You will need to go through the red tapism and the wait for collecting your passes but don't let that deter you from visiting the place atleast once.
German Bakery
Located on the very hip Koregaon park, if you want to mingle or just take a glimpse of what the hippy movement was like in the 1970s, go to German bakery. Don't expect a big sophisticated looking place rather it's a blink-and-you-miss kind of shack with a wooden board hanging on its doors which says 'German Bakery. Situated very close to the Osho asharam, (another must-go place) it is abuzz with robed and osho chappal clad firangis. A favourite amongst people of every generation. The fact that the spread at the bakery is sumptuous doesnt hurt either. Enjoy the mashed potato with vegetables or just eat a muffin and I can vouch for the fact that you would want to come back for more.
Brugge- La Chocolaterie
A recent find by our very own Aashay Manake, the place has become a hit amongst all of us. If you love chocolates (and who doesn't) this is 'the place' to go. The ambience and the service is just perfect. The girl in the shop is more than glad to explain about every chocolate and what makes each one of them so special. (Author's personal favourite is the Chocolate Ganache, highly recommended).
PIFF/Times Pune Festival
It happens every year in Jan-Feb, absoluetly a must-go if you are in Pune around that time. Pune International Film Festival is the highlight of the year. Carefully picked out movies from all over the world, it showcases the cinematic brilliance and top notch creativity under one roof. PIFF is spread across 5 days and covers almost 150 movies. Truly an experience worth having. Apart from PIFF the Festival also brings some of the most popular plays in Indian Theatre (like 'Tumhari Amrita' this year), artists, singers etc to Pune. If you are lazy you will probably not get passes since they get sold out pretty quickly.
The best part about going to all these places/events was that some part of me felt like home there.
The feeling of fighting to reach the top of a fort, the old world charm of the cafe, the subtle yet powerful creavtivity lurking in the corridors of NFAI, the oh-so-sure presence of divinity at the temples, the retro-meets-hippie-meets-chic German bakery, the pampering at the Chocolaterie or the awesome feeling you get after you have watched a movie where you don't understand the language and have to make do with the subtitles, but you just know that you have witnessed something brilliant.
Two of the most well spent years of my life, and I am glad I discovered places and events that touched me on so many levels.
And in the process of discovering any city more often than not you tend to rediscover yourself.
I leave Pune a little more richer, a little more culturally sound and a little more appreciatvie of the beautiful legacy that has been left to us.
Places/events one should not miss when they come to pune (Apart from the mandatory visit to the Malls etc.)
Sinhgad Fort
We treckked for two and a half hours to reach this fort. Now, I am not a great fan of treckking or any such activity (they don't go well with my feet which prefer stilletoes and not sports shoes), but the tapris of lemonade up the hill, the panting & gasping for breath, leaning against the rocks every 10 minutes, striking conversation with random fellow treckkers, inquiring every tapriwalla about how long is it going to take to reach the top, the dust, the grime, the sun...I will remember it for all that.
Apart from the feeling of fighting it out to reach the top, something that is another possible motivator is the local spread that you get to enjoy once inside the Fort.
GoodLuck Cafe
A landmark in the true sense of the word, so much so that the crossing where it is loacted has been named Goodluck Chowk. With a history that dates back to 1935 , it still remains one of the most popular eating joints in the city. Especially famous for its breakfast which ranges from the very English, Eggs and Bacon to the very Indian Bun-Maska. It should not come as a surprise therefore if people like me actually wake up at 6:30 to take the 7:15 bus and a 45 mins drive to reach the place and eat baked beans and toast. Totally worth it.
Chatur-shringi/Shirdi/Shani-Shingnapur
Even the most reluctant Temple -goer like yours truly should atleast once, make the trip to these Temples. Each one of them has some story that is unique about it. For example women are not allowed to worship in Shani-Shingnapur (there is an interesting story about why it is so, google it). And the houses in the villages don't have locks on the door.
Visit to Shiridi espcially during the morning aarti is the closest I have come to feeling spiritual (and that speaks a lot about the aura of the place since I am a total non-believer when it comes to puja's' and aarti's')
National Film Archives
Not really a 'touristy' place but if you want to breathe in the same air as some of the most creative brains of the country you should definitely make it a point to visit the place. You will need to go through the red tapism and the wait for collecting your passes but don't let that deter you from visiting the place atleast once.
German Bakery
Located on the very hip Koregaon park, if you want to mingle or just take a glimpse of what the hippy movement was like in the 1970s, go to German bakery. Don't expect a big sophisticated looking place rather it's a blink-and-you-miss kind of shack with a wooden board hanging on its doors which says 'German Bakery. Situated very close to the Osho asharam, (another must-go place) it is abuzz with robed and osho chappal clad firangis. A favourite amongst people of every generation. The fact that the spread at the bakery is sumptuous doesnt hurt either. Enjoy the mashed potato with vegetables or just eat a muffin and I can vouch for the fact that you would want to come back for more.
Brugge- La Chocolaterie
A recent find by our very own Aashay Manake, the place has become a hit amongst all of us. If you love chocolates (and who doesn't) this is 'the place' to go. The ambience and the service is just perfect. The girl in the shop is more than glad to explain about every chocolate and what makes each one of them so special. (Author's personal favourite is the Chocolate Ganache, highly recommended).
PIFF/Times Pune Festival
It happens every year in Jan-Feb, absoluetly a must-go if you are in Pune around that time. Pune International Film Festival is the highlight of the year. Carefully picked out movies from all over the world, it showcases the cinematic brilliance and top notch creativity under one roof. PIFF is spread across 5 days and covers almost 150 movies. Truly an experience worth having. Apart from PIFF the Festival also brings some of the most popular plays in Indian Theatre (like 'Tumhari Amrita' this year), artists, singers etc to Pune. If you are lazy you will probably not get passes since they get sold out pretty quickly.
The best part about going to all these places/events was that some part of me felt like home there.
The feeling of fighting to reach the top of a fort, the old world charm of the cafe, the subtle yet powerful creavtivity lurking in the corridors of NFAI, the oh-so-sure presence of divinity at the temples, the retro-meets-hippie-meets-chic German bakery, the pampering at the Chocolaterie or the awesome feeling you get after you have watched a movie where you don't understand the language and have to make do with the subtitles, but you just know that you have witnessed something brilliant.
Two of the most well spent years of my life, and I am glad I discovered places and events that touched me on so many levels.
And in the process of discovering any city more often than not you tend to rediscover yourself.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
I love...
The great thing about having nothing to do is rediscovering the small pleasures which I had taken for granted.
I love standing under the shower, while the warm water runs down my neck and shoulders. It doesnt last long. There is always something that needs to be done immediately. But for those few moments, bliss.
Opening a can of diet coke on a warm Pune afternoon is absolutely shiver-worthy. You might think life without cola is worth living but trust me it isn't.
I love it when I have neatly folded the last bit of clothing lying all over the room. The feeling lasts only till the next day but right now I am gazing at a clean room and it's glorious.
I love putting on kohl first thing in the morning.
I love it when my dog invites me for some quality time by lying on his back. I know he is using his eyes to draw me into rubbing his stomach. It always works.
I love the feeling when someone runs their finger through my hair.
I love the sound that my stilettoes make when I walk down the stairs.
I love the smell of vanilla.
I love being a control-freak.
I love the feeling of doing something right no matter how inconsequential, such as guessing the right time without looking at the watch.
I love sunshine. They say you cant feel your body produce vitamin D but I think I can.
I love using my ring finger to dab lip balm on my lips. And that happens every 10 minutes.
I love taking walks with friends, discussing Pune International Film Festival to discussing the newest couple on campus.
I love looking at myself every time I pass the mirror after I get a hair cut. Actually I love looking at myself everytime I pass the mirror.
I like being tired at the same time when my bed is neatly made and there is plenty of time to sleep, I love the feeling of curling up in the bed nuzzled up to Munchkin and sleeping. I do have plenty of time now days but the other two rarely happen.
I like the feeling of knowing that when you read this, you will think of your own little pleasures. So let your hair down, relax and enjoy the small pleasures. Because they are totally free.
I love standing under the shower, while the warm water runs down my neck and shoulders. It doesnt last long. There is always something that needs to be done immediately. But for those few moments, bliss.
Opening a can of diet coke on a warm Pune afternoon is absolutely shiver-worthy. You might think life without cola is worth living but trust me it isn't.
I love it when I have neatly folded the last bit of clothing lying all over the room. The feeling lasts only till the next day but right now I am gazing at a clean room and it's glorious.
I love putting on kohl first thing in the morning.
I love it when my dog invites me for some quality time by lying on his back. I know he is using his eyes to draw me into rubbing his stomach. It always works.
I love the feeling when someone runs their finger through my hair.
I love the sound that my stilettoes make when I walk down the stairs.
I love the smell of vanilla.
I love being a control-freak.
I love the feeling of doing something right no matter how inconsequential, such as guessing the right time without looking at the watch.
I love sunshine. They say you cant feel your body produce vitamin D but I think I can.
I love using my ring finger to dab lip balm on my lips. And that happens every 10 minutes.
I love taking walks with friends, discussing Pune International Film Festival to discussing the newest couple on campus.
I love looking at myself every time I pass the mirror after I get a hair cut. Actually I love looking at myself everytime I pass the mirror.
I like being tired at the same time when my bed is neatly made and there is plenty of time to sleep, I love the feeling of curling up in the bed nuzzled up to Munchkin and sleeping. I do have plenty of time now days but the other two rarely happen.
I like the feeling of knowing that when you read this, you will think of your own little pleasures. So let your hair down, relax and enjoy the small pleasures. Because they are totally free.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"Who is your soulmate?" And others....
I knew that things had gone too far when I started to take random quizzes on Facebook. As the person who sniggered at those who took quizzes like-
'What Will Your Soul Mates Name Start With?' (yeah rite!)
'Which 2008 song are you' (really??!!),
'The ultimate bitch quiz' (yes shimonti, they do have this quiz),
'Which Historically Misunderstood Person Are You Most Likely to Befriend ?' (yes yes please tell me)
It's amazin how they have covered the entire gamut of subjects, from history to nuero sciences, from music to the nuances of roman architecture. Couple of things that strike me are who, pray tell me, who are these people that are designing these quizzes? What kind of sad circumstantial existence would compel a human being to come up with..No, think of such a quiz? How does it happen, are they hit by a bolt of lightening that messes them up so much so that they create these quizzes or do they just wake up one fine day and think "which breed of dog/bitch do I resemble the most? Oh maybe there are people out there who wanna know it too...let me design a quiz for them" And Bingo a quiz is born!
But I will be honest I no longer have the moral authority to insult 'the quiz takers' because i fell prey to one such 'Who is your soulmate' quiz (the reader at this point should note that my non-happenin life makes me highly guillible to such fantastically optimistic sounding quizzes) Tenaciously I answered all the questions and hit the submit button... processing..processing...the wait was killing me...give me my result damn it! After a few nervous seconds the result was there in front of me....It'd ve restored my faith in these quizzes had the answer been 'Imran Khan' (the cricketer and not the actor puhleez!....for ppl who dunno he is my soul mate, only he doesnt know it yet :P) however, the result was more detailed, it read,
"Your future lover should be someone with class.You belong with someone polite and never afraid to admit their mistakes. They will help you see the good in life and appreciate everything."
I tried to figure out who, of all the people I knew, fits the bill...oh wait, why worry.. there is "What Will Your Soul Mates Name Start With?" and then maybe someone can come up with "What is the second letter of your soulmates name?" and so on...I sure as hell hope after im done with these quizzes the name reads -I-M-R-A-N K-H-A-N !
'What Will Your Soul Mates Name Start With?' (yeah rite!)
'Which 2008 song are you' (really??!!),
'The ultimate bitch quiz' (yes shimonti, they do have this quiz),
'Which Historically Misunderstood Person Are You Most Likely to Befriend ?' (yes yes please tell me)
It's amazin how they have covered the entire gamut of subjects, from history to nuero sciences, from music to the nuances of roman architecture. Couple of things that strike me are who, pray tell me, who are these people that are designing these quizzes? What kind of sad circumstantial existence would compel a human being to come up with..No, think of such a quiz? How does it happen, are they hit by a bolt of lightening that messes them up so much so that they create these quizzes or do they just wake up one fine day and think "which breed of dog/bitch do I resemble the most? Oh maybe there are people out there who wanna know it too...let me design a quiz for them" And Bingo a quiz is born!
But I will be honest I no longer have the moral authority to insult 'the quiz takers' because i fell prey to one such 'Who is your soulmate' quiz (the reader at this point should note that my non-happenin life makes me highly guillible to such fantastically optimistic sounding quizzes) Tenaciously I answered all the questions and hit the submit button... processing..processing...the wait was killing me...give me my result damn it! After a few nervous seconds the result was there in front of me....It'd ve restored my faith in these quizzes had the answer been 'Imran Khan' (the cricketer and not the actor puhleez!....for ppl who dunno he is my soul mate, only he doesnt know it yet :P) however, the result was more detailed, it read,
"Your future lover should be someone with class.You belong with someone polite and never afraid to admit their mistakes. They will help you see the good in life and appreciate everything."
I tried to figure out who, of all the people I knew, fits the bill...oh wait, why worry.. there is "What Will Your Soul Mates Name Start With?" and then maybe someone can come up with "What is the second letter of your soulmates name?" and so on...I sure as hell hope after im done with these quizzes the name reads -I-M-R-A-N K-H-A-N !
Thursday, February 5, 2009
What would you do?
How strong is my moral and religious compass? I have often pondered over this and more often than not I justify most of my 'seemingly unjustifiable' actions. Would I be much happier if my religion were based on the teachings of Ambani Brothers? That way I would keep all my money and spend it on useless lavish extravaganzas. And I would feel good about it since I would be true to my beliefs. I'd hate to go through life as a hypocrite.
Having the right belief system is essential, it makes making decisons so much more easy, Imagine that brief nail biting, moment when you are looking at the most wonderful pair of Gucci sunglasses that you have ever laid eyes on and you are wondering if you should buy them. Dilemna of such proportions!! Freeze the frame ... if your belief system is based on the Buffet school of philanthrophy you would say to yourself "Do I really need this shamelessly overpriced piece of knicknack when I know there are people dying in Somalia?"
A rhetorical question in this case. In my quest of self gratification I have evolved another set of value system which helps me sleep like a baby at night after some such nerve racking decision I make. Here are some of the rationale that I give for my behavior:
I recommend you ask this question at the next boring party you are invited to, things will soon get interesting trust me! It will also reduce the risk of you being invited to another party any time in the future.
Having the right belief system is essential, it makes making decisons so much more easy, Imagine that brief nail biting, moment when you are looking at the most wonderful pair of Gucci sunglasses that you have ever laid eyes on and you are wondering if you should buy them. Dilemna of such proportions!! Freeze the frame ... if your belief system is based on the Buffet school of philanthrophy you would say to yourself "Do I really need this shamelessly overpriced piece of knicknack when I know there are people dying in Somalia?"
A rhetorical question in this case. In my quest of self gratification I have evolved another set of value system which helps me sleep like a baby at night after some such nerve racking decision I make. Here are some of the rationale that I give for my behavior:
- God loves me more than poor people. He wouldn't mind me buying another pair of expensive crocodile leather shoes.
- If i give a poor person a fish, he would eat it for a day. What is a day anyways? and why spoil their habits?
- Poor people are lazy or crazy and giving money wouldn't fix that.
- Our religious scripture has a loophole, I can keep all the money, I don't need to give to the poor, woo-hoo!
- Poor people carry germs...(i don't know how is this pertinent)..but I believe in it!
- I am bad at economics, I believe that keeping my money stimulates the economy and helps the poor and the needy.
I recommend you ask this question at the next boring party you are invited to, things will soon get interesting trust me! It will also reduce the risk of you being invited to another party any time in the future.
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