Spend some part of a Durga Puja in Kolkata? Check!

All right, so I can cross that off my list. It’s just bigger, noisier and with the right kind of people around, funner.

My mother has gone crazy. For the first time in twenty years, she has decided to display a Golu. And she has done so. And she has started buying dolls with a vengeance. Today she went and bought a pair of the most creepy-ass dolls ever imagined by a doll-maker tripping on acid and pissed off with life.

Let me give you a word picture(I’ll put up a real picture later).

The dolls are a big ol’ turbaned, mustachioed North Indian and his grinning, made up, fat-ass wife. The wife has a grin which would scare the shit out of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.# To add to the horror, Their heads are mounted on a coiled piece of metal so that they fucking loll about as if The Headless Horseman was having a bad day

Yes, Interesting times we live in.

Also, Would you agree that the most frustrating thing possible is when you reach the counter and it closes for lunch? (Yes/No)

Speaking of which, Women should not be allowed to man counters selling bus tickets. When you are standing in a line waiting to catch a bus quickly, you do not want to listen to a bunch of women exclaiming “Oma! Ki Shundor!” and forgetting that they’re supposed to be handing people bus tickets!. You won’t catch men doing that. They may be just lazy, inefficient and corrupt but at least they won’t forget about doing their job. They will willfully ignore it. That’s different.

# Also check out the picture in the wiki article on Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. If that’s not gay…

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I am slightly creeped out.

I received a message from an unknown number today. It said

Hi, gues kr ami k??tui jkhn jdvpur er footpath diyehete jas tokhn toke onkbar dkhechi…tuio dkhechis bt chinte parisni..

On replying asking this person what his/her name was, I was informed that the person was a classmate from school. I cannot for the life of me remember her. And yet I remember almost all my classmates. I find it slightly creepy that she found my cell number and actually sent such a retarded message. The second sentence is especially scary.

I’m pretty sure this is a joke

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