Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Pissing off...

There should be a rule against three wheelers driving in the fast lane. Why one noisy montrosity should be allowed to overtake another one of those noisy things when they are both going at 20kmph. And not just the passenger three wheelers, but the worst of the lot are those goods three wheelers. I saw one from Piaggio the other day, which was as large as a mini-truck. Make them buy Omni's, they're safer.
And the new rule which is being promolugated by the health ministry will be a dramatic failure. Stopping smoking on screen. Hmmm, lets take a bet, nothing will be blurred out and a small font size one message will scroll across screen. Tell these guys that India might be in the throes of a HIV/AIDS epidemic on the other hand. I have now come to the conclusion that all Tamil Ministers are mad. No insult to Nad's, heck one good (meat eating, drinking and smoking) Tam Bram is my exec ed, but Tamilians shouldn't be put in charge of running things. OK, you might argue that Mani Aiyar is doing a great job - I'ld say huh? Mani has kept petrol prices down at the cost of petrol marketing companies, but he is essentially 'oil'ing his way to the external affairs ministry using 'oil' diplomacy as an excuse. Ramdoss and Maran are publicity hungry idiots who have done little work. OK, so Maran has ensured that his brother gets a DTH license, thats about it.
Now, there is that other clown, the son of the defeated Paki General, whose revenge on India for Pakistan's stunning defeat in 1965 will be played out 40 years later. Because the idiots at HT couldn't really see through the ruse that some old has-been politician and son of a DEFEATED general wants to promote a book. Guys, we fucked the crap out of Pakistan in 1965, its over, move on. Oh, and Sonia has finally made sure the Bofors case is lifted. Can't anyone see that this government is the most self-serving one... since, well, ever. We make the Bush administration look good in the self-interest department.

I watched a movie called Live Flesh or rather Carne Tremula in Spanish, directed by Pedro Almodovar. Big time skull fuck movie, everybody is connected to everybody else, everybody is screwing everybody else and some great acting and cinematography. If you have the time watch it and try and find a copy where the last two scenes don't suddenly start missing their subtitles, unless you understand Spanish that is. Wertti, Nag's and Sharma's brains got nicely toasted. Mine was scrabled. Maybe it was because of the second boomer snake j we did. Must remember to make a note of the fact that a drug scene in a movie isn't an excuse to smoke a j.
Friendgirl is depressed again and she thinks half the world hates her. I must spend some time with her, she needs a good talking to.

1 comment:

livinghigh said...

a-ha.. sonia murdabad? ;-)