Posted by: Vasudha on: August 20, 2008
Awais tagged me, and now I’m part of a blog-meme. So, here goes…
8 peculiar things about me:
I tag: people who love cucumber sandwiches.
Update: Kishore says that he likes cucumber sandwiches too. Yay! (Looks like no one else does, though. Sad.)
Peculiarly peculiar things. Like those reading newspapers. I was on the other hand accused of not leaving the Bhelpuri paper and reading from it.
Nothing peculiar except for 3 and 5!
Toenails? You ARE weird (the good kind, though – in case you thought being weird was bad)!
Lol! Thanks for the clarification. Doesn’t make you any less weird though – congratulations!
me likey, you hate jane austen? i hate wordsworth, coelho, rand, you name it… (i haven’t actually read much of ‘rand’, couldn’t make myself go past the first page of ‘the fountainhead’, ugh, bloody metaphors!! i HATE metaphors!!)
hitchhikers galaxy is – (any word that isn’t as boring as ‘amazing’, i mean how many times does anyone stop after reading a book with their mouth open in ‘amazement’? you just feel good good…not ‘amazed’, yet everyone keeps using that bloody adjective…)
btw i am in love with someone who names her stuff…sigh…
*pauses for a moment, thinks -”what made me start writing this commentbleh
ok where were we? oh yes…the hating…(yeah we weren’t actually there but let’s skip the amazing part)
now…let’s observe, if you were a typical ‘hot girl’ and i was a ‘typical guy’. i’d have googled ‘jane austen’ and found similar authors and ‘claimed’ to hate them to start a conversation (i don’t know anything about Austen and have no idea if these few that I’ve named are similar) but that’s just an observation…and everytime i see a blog post that says ‘i like x’ or ‘i hate x’ there will ALWAYS be a lot of ‘me too’ comments, and then i look at the ‘me too’ comments by males, and it always makes me wonder “what does this guy want?” because seriously…I’ve come to terms with the fact that my fellow ‘man’ is probably always lying…and my fellow female is probably always being an idiot and falling for my fellow man’s lie, so you see, my ‘fellows’ are pretty whackable-on-the-back-of-the-head people….but that’s me,and i could be wrong
and now this looks like another ‘me too’ comment because no woman has to write in her blog about her considering men to be dogs…agh.
(sometimes i don’t feel like blogging, just….commenting, starting today, maybe…)
oh cool…yeah anytime. bleh.
Sorry if I’m butting in:
This discussion sounded so very Wilde. Especially the part about the who-cares-about-the-right-and-wrong-as-long-as-it’s-interesting part.
Never read Austen, but I love Wordsworth and disagree with Rand in places, but enjoy reading her. Coelho’s worth a favourable mention just for his Alchemist and Warrior of Light, though his other works tend to be lullabies.
(And can you please delete the previous one, Vasudha?)
@ Vasudha:
Well, I never said anything about approving of the rightness of rights and the wrongness of wrongs. Nope. In fact, I loooove Wilde.
Of course, that’s the definition of ‘opinion.’
And as to rights and wrongs, here’s what I have to say:
Rights and Wrongs are majestic concepts. They are independent of time and space. They hold good for any age and any nation and any person. They are the compass needles and signposts which tell people of the right directions to take in every situation. They are infallible concepts. In other words, they are too good to be true. Too utopian, too romantic, to actually exist.
(Hmm.. That’s nice.. Gonna use it somewhere..)
Lol.. Won’t touch Austen then.. And Bhagat – never got past a few pages.
Advice taken!
1 | ish
August 20, 2008 at 11:41 pm
Eh, you’re never gonna fall for me. I’m none of those 5 things you mentioned. Hit me when you’re bored of those though.
What is your iPod called, again? I remember reading about it in one post but now I’ve forgotten. I hate reading crumpled newspapers too. I almost always end up not reading the newspaper on rainy days because the newspaper guy just tosses them inside and they get all wet and crumpled. I hate that.