Should I even care?

Once, I was on this train to Delhi with a friend, and I heard the most outrageous comment- "90% of all Indian women suffer from an inferiority complex". Now, this incident ticked me off for several reasons-
A. The man (a woman couldn't possibly pass such a heinous comment unless she was vain enough to believe that she belonged to the other 10%)...anyway, the man kept repeating this line, over and over again!
B. He kept looking at the few women around him (which includes my friend and I) while he said this, as if he were waiting for us to challenge him.
C. "90 % of all Indian women suffer from an inferiority complex" ??!! I mean, has he done this huge survey of women all around the world, and concluded that only the Indians are the unlucky ones?

SO, while he rambled on and on and gave the most random explanations to prove his hypothesis, my blood kept boiling...but, thanks to my friend, who has a very level head on her shoulders, I could keep my temper in check, or the co-passengers would have to witness a very ugly fight, which might have been far more entertaining than the instrumental music that Rajdhani forces on its passengers.

I concluded, this man is lonely, going through a mid-life crisis and wants attention from some women, because his wife was so not listening to a word of what he was saying! Also, 47.6% of all statistics are made on the spot...so i guess the 90% in the statement was just that-random!

These incidents made life much more interesting though, after all, what is life without friends, enemies and arbitrary people on trains? :)

Baby Blues

No, this has nothing to do with the comic strip with Zoe and Hammie, it has nothing to do with any hormones or pregnancy...its to do with the extremely uncomfortable time I had during this movie called "Singh is Kinng", with a huge baby (and a huge mother) in the seat right next to mine.


First I tolerated the kicks and punches I received throughout the first half, mainly because I was too busy trying to grapple with the extremely complicated Punjabi they spoke in the movie. Then came the soft whining, to be replaced by cries, and these cries were then punctuated with short screams...quite shrill, if I may add.


And then, to my utmost horror, the mother who looked like she could give Hitler a run for his money, tried to placate the child by feeding him Pepsi!! Imagine, a baby being fed Pepsi- you have your ultimate horror story right here. I was also by this time sick of laughing at the lame jokes cracked by Akshay Kumar et al...


So my day of expected comedy gradually turned out to be a day of tragedy...how I wish babysitting was popular in India... That would be a blessing indeed, for parents, as well as others!