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Sometimes I don’t understand to what extent people go to prove themselves or rather make fool out of themselves. I was reading this piece of article on Female First and it really pissed me off.


An Italian showgirl and model is offering her virginity for one million Euros.

Twenty year old Raffella Fico – a contestant on the Italian version of TV show ‘Big Brother’ earlier this year – wants the cash to buy a house and pay for acting lessons.

She said: “I can’t wait to see who’s going to pull out the money to have me.”

The starlet is quite comfortable with the arrangement, adding: “If I don’t like him I’ll just have a glass of wine and forget about it.”

I can’t wait to see who’s going to pull out the money to have me.

Raffella has even drafted in her brother to back her claims up. He says: “She’s never had a boyfriend. I swear on my mother’s grave. She’s a devout Catholic and prays to Padre Pio every night.”

Last week a 22-year-old US student, Natalie Dylan, launched an online auction for her virginity on a Californian radio show.


The most annoying thing that I found about this article were her brother’s comments. What is he trying to prove by saying that she is a true catholic? I am not a catholic and I am not sure what Bible preaches but one thing that I can say is that no matter which religion you are following, none teaches you to do such bizarre things to make your dreams come true. I sometimes sympathise with the sex workers who have to work even when they don’t want to but there can be many reasons behind choosing the job. I could still understand doing something like this had you had a family to support, you were struggling for your ends to meet and you are left with no other option but this.  Her statements “If I don’t like him I’ll just have a glass of wine and forget about it. I can’t wait to see who’s going to pull out the money to have me. “ definitely doesn’t give me a feeling that she is going through some crisis. Is she a wannabe, who is trying hard to become popular by doing just anything and everything?


It pisses me off when people try to do things under the veil of religion. I remember a colleague Asma, who was a Muslim and had a compulsion to wear burkha. She was well versed with the preaching of Holy Koran and used to share them with her friends as well, something good that she was doing. But what got on to my nerves was that she was preaching to others but when it came to her own self she decided not to follow any of the teachings. She taught that a woman should not wear lipstick, should keep herself covered with a stole all the time, should not let her hair open etc. When she herself used to step out of the house, she used to wear full makeup, let her hair open and although she used to wear burkha while stepping out of hostel but that burkha used to go off as soon as she covered a few miles from the place. I could never understand why she was trying to do such things or why people like her try to impose things on others when they themselves don’t want to follow such stuff?


I respect people who take their religion seriously and follow it, I am not a religion fanatic but if someone believes in his/her religion, I respect that. I have never been one of those who has criticised any religion or has said things against any body’s religious views or opinions but I hate people who try to hide their black souls behind the veils of their religious views. All I’d say is Grow up! Life is too short to divulge into such stupid things.


Sorry for a dark post today but I think I needed to write this down. Coming to the lighter side, Jay from The Depp Effect gave me this award.



I love her blog except the insects that she loves posting, which gives me good reason to pee in my pants. 😀 She lives in some beautiful part of the world where a lot of greenery still makes your mornings fresh and the twitter of birds still work as a sweet alarm clock. I must not commit this crime by not mentioning that she is a Jhonny Depp Fan. Cheers Jay! 

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After spending a moolah on our haircut, it was our turn to take Tuffy to the vet clinic for vaccination. We collected Tuffy from friend’s place, and headed to the same clinic that Tuffy has been going to ever since it became a member of Porshea’s family. The board in front of the clinic said, “We are shifting to Gurgaon to pamper your pets in a five star environment.”  Without giving much heed to the board, we trudged into the clinic. The appointment was fixed, thankfully; the doctor gave the required shots to the fluffy Tuffy and patted its little butt. So far, so good. The doctor handed over the pet to us and said, “Have you never got it a haircut? “ 


“Haircut? Don’t talk about the haircut? But why does a pup need a haircut dammit?”,  wondered Porshea. But then she thought that if she wouldn’t get Tuffy a haircut, it would automatically fall into the category of deprived pets, who are not pampered enough by their owners.


“How much do you charge for it?”



I could see Porshea’s face, which showed both the expressions of anger, and astonishment. As it is we were still trying to recover from the fact that we had just spent $40 together for out own haircut. I think she just thought ‘Fuck it! Let’s go for it.”


The fluffy white Tuffy was taken to the bathroom area in the other part of the clinic called ‘Pet Grooming Centre’. The shivering pet was shampooed with a bubble-gum pink shampoo, blow-dried, and given a hair cut. To much of our surprise, Tuffy looked emaciated, malnutritioned- adopted pet after the fancy haircut. Though Porshea on one hand was fuming with anger with what hair dresser had done to her pampered baby, and was feeling pity at the same time for the pup. She picked the little pup in her arms and hugged it.


The doctor came back with a big grin on his face and said “We are opening a five star Pet Grooming Centre in the Gurgaon area, where you would have facilities such a yoga, grooming, spa, games park, hospital etc. for your pets. This is your membership card.”


We took the card with a fake smile on our face, paid the bill, and left the clinic thinking ”What a day!”


Today is The World’s Favourite Reverend’s Blogiversary. Go wish him and tell him that I sent you. Do that, he likes attention. Ha!

When a child is born in an Indian family, one of the biggest events that takes place after few days of his/her birth is Name Ceremony. (Naam Karan in Hindi) In this ceremony, a bunch of nosey relatives are invited apart from a priest with a fat pot belly, who plays one of the biggest roles then. His most useless-unquestionable job is to perform some calculation in the birth chart of a baby and comes up with a first alphabet for the child’s name. Also, there is name that is allotted to the child according to his birth chart calculations, and parents are free to assign the same name to their child. My name according to my birth chart is ‘Suruchi’ meaning good taste; I have no clue what has taste got to do with my birth. Thankfully my parents applied some brains then and decided not to take this name. For that matter of fact, my dad decided no to go with the alphabet as well that was told by the priest, and he gave me the name he had thought for me long before I was born. I am glad he did. The name ‘Suruchi’ sounds so spooky to me; I would have really drowned my self in the lake had I been asked to live with it.

To take it further, names have literal meanings as well, and many a times they are the names of Gods and Goddesses. I am sure that you must be aware that there are 6,400,000 Goddesses and Gods in Indian Mythology so, the options are vast. Whether the child is living up to his name or not, is the matter of least concern. ‘Sagar’ is one of the very common names among Indian boys. Sagar means sea or ocean. I have no idea what depth or sea or ocean people see in their one feet long boy that they name him Sagar. Or has it something to do with the colour Blue? Talking of Blue colour, we have name for that as well ‘Neel’, it means blue. You are free to draw your own conclusions.

In the book Shantaram, the guide adorns Gregory David Roberts(GDR) with a name Lin Baba. Lin literally means penis and baba is used as a token of respect against someone’s name. So when GDR introduces himself to someone saying ‘Hi! I am Lin Baba’, he literally is saying ‘Hi! I am Mr. Penis’. But it is actually a name of one of the Indian Gods, Lord Shiva.

One of the most brutally painful names from either South Indians or East Indians. South Indians take the longest names from the Gods and Goddesses and then complain endlessly that no one remembers their names. They follow a format – ‘Family name- Given name-Caste’. For example Kannoth Karunakaran Maarar, interpreted as Karunakaran of the Maarar caste from the Kannoth family or Monkombu Sambasivan Swaminathan. Swaminathan is the name of the person, Sambasivan is the name of the father and Monkombu is name of the village from where they have originated. You are left with no option other than either listening to their high pitched complains about pronouncing their names wrong or if you are polite enough you can address them with their initials.

This funny nomenclature is not confined only to India, it has strong association with celebrities as well. An article here states that a New Zealand judge ruled that a girl named “Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii” by her parents will be renamed, declaring that the bizarre name would “[Make] a fool of the child and [set] her up with a social disability and handicap, unnecessarily.” Then how about Sylvester Stallone keeping his son’s name as Sage Moonblood or Arthur naming his daughter Camera? For Celebrities and Indians, all bets are off.

Last night I received a mail from a friend with words ‘The story of 20 Toes Told in 20 Minutes’ in a subject. But there’s a lot in a name.

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