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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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I have been incredibly busy from past 10-12 days setting up a new official website but because of overwork my hand has got swollen, and I have to stop working for a while. I had not updated this blog from many days so I thought I’d write something today with my crippled hand, and then take some rest later on. Amidst these long working hours, music, Google Reader, and small chit chat with friends had been my only sources of entertainment. The other day my friend, Porshea, was telling me about her Pomeranian dog, Tuffy, whom they would have to hand over to someone because they were shifting their base. Although I can totally empathise with her sad situation about leaving Tuffy behind but I couldn’t stop myself from laughing remembering the incidents that took place when we took Tuffy for a vaccination last year. 

 

One of my friends, Judy, works in a Radio station as Marketing Manager. Work apart, the best part about her job is that she gets free vouchers from big brands ranging from books, clothes, cosmetics, resorts, flowers, coffee shops, dance classes, confectioneries, salons, pubs etc. Also, the number of vouchers that she gets is so high that she keeps distributing them among us (we are three close friends). So, whenever she tells us that she is planning to leave her job, we start our chore of convincing her that she would always regret taking such decision. So far we have always passed the test of convincing her that she has the best job in the world, and she couldn’t ask for more. And as Luren Weissberger said in The Devil Wears Prada,’ the job, a million girls would die for.’ Ha! Once, Judy gave me and Porshea a voucher each of a five star hair saloon, Habib’s, considered as one of the best in India. The amount of each voucher was good enough to get other treatments such as hair massage or steaming apart from the famous haircut. Obviously we were elated, and we had fixed a Sunday appointment at Habib’s South Extension outlet along with an appointment for Tuffy to get its vaccination at a nearby vet clinic. We didn’t bother to read the ‘terms and conditions’ written in fine print at the back of voucher. As it is it was Habib’s, with a nation wide reach. How could anything go wrong? After the lunch on hot Sunday afternoon, we got ourselves dressed, Porshea quickly brushed Tuffy’s hair, and we left along with the happy looking pup wriggling its tail. The itinerary was all planned.  Drop Tuffy at a friend’s place, get a haircut, get the pup vaccinated, pick up takeaway for the dinner, and come back home flaunting much-to-the-envy-of-others haircut. 

 

After dropping Tuffy at friend’s, we proudly walked at the salon and asked for the haircut without mentioning that we had a free voucher, which means that we would pay them nothing after they would adorn our looks. Smart Asses, huh? Both Porshea and I were quietly preening at our intelligence. We got our haircuts according to our face types, and we looked pretty and took a sense of pride looking ourselves in the mirror. We had decided to get the haircut as of now, and exhaust the rest of the voucher money some other time. We said thanks to our respective hairdressers, and headed to the payment counter. We were presented the bill and in return, we gave our vouchers adorning our never-to-die smiles. The lady at the counter checked the vouchers and sweetly said,” Ma’m, this voucher is valid at the Greater Kailash outlet, and not at this one. It is clearly mentioned at the back of the voucher.”

 

Boink Boink Boink!

 

What? Are you kidding us? Fuck it!  $20 for a haircut? We have never had a haircut for more than $3 ever , you mad woman! We are students and not the high-profile-kitty- party-aunties! We cannot pay this much. Dammit! These were the only thoughts that surrounded our mind, and we went blank for a few seconds.

 

Porshea and I didn’t even looked at each other and let the strings of our purse loose to pay the bill. The never-to-die smile was dead by then, and it with DUMB engraved (in bold letters) on our faces, we paid $20.  We came out sulking-grumbling, and decided not to get a haircut for next 4 months atleast. The first thing was to call Judy and put all the blame on her for not telling us clearly about the ‘terms and conditions’ of the voucher. Silly woman! She almost spat her drink on her boyfriend’s face after listening to our cribbing , and consoled us by saying that atleast we got a haircut form Habib’s. Yeah baby!

 

Next Post– Tuffy’s Story

 

 

 

Of late a lot of things have been keeping me busy so, I was hoping if someone could update my blog and write for me. Guest post anyone? I was just thinking about this, and I think Someone up there said- Alright! Here you go.!

 

As a routine, yesterday also there were tickling gits at my home to take free sweets from my mom, and there was a lot of chaos and screaming-shouting going on. I was a little irritated so I thought I’d make one of them punish for making so much noise and it’ll be a lesson for all. The punishment would be that one of the young chaps has to write something for my blog or else there would be no sweets for any of them today.*evil grin* One 7 year old among them, who is the naughtiest among the lot and doesn’t leave a chance to tease me was smirking and making faces at me. I decided that he would be the scapegoat for the day. 70s and I have been talking a lot about the elephant posted on her blog so I decided to show him the post first, try to scare him and then ask him to write an essay on ‘I like elephants’. Although my mom tried to protest but I was adamant about it. No essay, no sweets. The rest of the kids were staring me with grim faces, and I am pretty sure that they must be cursing me in their hearts.

 

As soon as I started my laptop, all 10-12 of them jumped on my bed to see what am I going to show to their leader and what cost would they have to pay to get their sweets today. I loaded 70s blog and showed him the post.I asked him whether he liked the elephant? He first stared at me as if I have committed a crime by asking him such a question and how dared I ask such a question to the leader of the gang? In one word he replied,” No”.  Here was my chance.

 

I told him to write a letter to 70s telling her how much he likes elephants and rest of them have to maintain a pin drop silence while he writes the letter. With no option left, he decided to write but he asked for a promise. He said,” You will read this essay after distributing sweets among us.” Silly me. Without even giving it a single thought I said yes.

 

Following is the letter that he wrote:

 

 

Dear 70s Auntie,

 

I don’t like elephants and I don’t like Scratchy but I won’t get my sweets if I don’t write an essay on “I like elephants.”. 

I like elephants. They are nice and cute. They have big bums and I like them. I don’t like their hair pricking me when I ride on them but I like their ears. I like to hang myself on their ears. I don’t like the way they walk with one foot in China and one in India but I want my sweets so I like them. I don’t like them when they blow water on me with their trunk. Elephants like sugarcanes so, I like sugarcanes too but I like chocolates better. We have a God named Ganesha  who has a face like elephant. He looks better than elephants and listen to all my prayers. I pray to him everyday. He has a big tummy and likes eating sweets. I like eating sweets too. I don’t like the picture of the elephant on your blog… it scares me. Why have your parents named you 70s?My name is Ansh.

 

Thank you

Ansh.

 

As soon as he completed writing the letter, he asked me to distribute sweets first, and then only I would get the (precious) note. I snootily asked them to collect the sweets from mom. Yayyyy, they screamed, and left my room throwing the note on the floor. I quicly picked it up and read it. But. Before I could react to what he had written, these gits were standing at a distance from me, teasing me with their tongues out and giggling among themselves. All I could do was shoo them away and sulk. As if I had an option.

 

Note: This was a hand written note but since I don’t have a scanner with me, I have typed it exactly the same. I am sure that you have your sympathies with me. 

 

Me – Lying down languorously, and thinking about the new accolade that Drowsey passed on to me.

 

Alter Ego (sarcastically) – Impressive Huh! Two awards in just two months of blogging. Which one this time?

Me (smilingly) – Mmm. The Kick Ass Blogger Award. 

 

The Kick Ass Blogger

Alter Ego (smirkingly)- Drowsey again?

ME (a little annoyed) -What do you mean by ‘Drowsey again’?

Alter Ego– I am just asking!

Me (chuckling at the thought)  Yeah!

Alter Ego– Why do you think she gave this award to you?

Me (shrug)- May be she likes me.

Alter Ego– May be not?

ME (startled)- But then, why do you think she gave this award to me?

Alter Ego– May be she wanted to kick your ass hard, and it’s her way to telling you that ‘since all you write is crap, and I want to give one Kick in your Ass.’ I thought that you were smart enough to understand this much!

ME (jaw drops) -Rather than thanking her ,you are just putting wrong things in my head. I am telling you that she likes me, likes me, and likes me. Do you know that I have to pass this award to five other bloggers?

Alter Ego (carelessly) -Mmmmm

ME- I’ll ask her tomorrow whether she likes me or not! Fuck Off! And if I don’t get another award from her, you better be prepared for an award from me.

Alter Ego– Yawn! It’s quite late, I gotta sleep. Good Night.

ME (Grumpy)- Buzz Off!

 

Drowsey, would you tell me who won? My Alter Ego or I? Tell me that I did!

 

Not thinking about way my Grima Wormtongue Alter Ego thinks, I am passing this award to five of my fellow bloggers whose blogs I enjoy a lot. But wait a minute! There are some rules.

 

Load Drowsey’s Blog- Copy rules there- Paste rules here.

 

* Choose 5 other bloggers that you feel are “Kick Ass Bloggers”
* Let them know that they have received an award
* Link back to both the person who awarded you and also www.mammadawg.com
* Visit the Kick Ass Blogger Club HQ , to get codes click here and it will take you to KABC HQ, sign Mr. Linky then pass it on!

 

Hmmm.. looks perfect. So, the Award goes to :-

 

Michael from Electric Egg Cream

Margaret from Nanny Goats in Panties

Daddy Papersurfer from Daddy Papersurfer

70s from Diary of A 70s Teen

And

The Vicar from Your Neighbourhood Reverend

 

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