Bless the Saint, ‘tis Fuchsia Pink Day!
Oooooh! Cho chweeeeeet! Flutter! Flutter! Come Hither!
Sigh! The world’s gone fuchsia. The tabloid aka Times of India tells me the colour of love is pink this season. So we have pink ribbons, pink satin bows, pink lips, pink eye shadow, pink perfume, pink lingerie, pink cushions, pink eiderdowns, pink pink pink…pink Pina Colada, pink Margherita, pink Cadillacs, pink hair, pink (after a while it sounds like Oink Oink right?) nails, pink pink pink! And can the pink condoms be far behind (the colour of love, LOL, how apt!). But love is expressed by the ubiquitous red rose. Where’s the pink I say!
Valentine’s Day is celebrated like it’s an age-old tradition and ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ rings out of your ears and everywhere you go like it’s going out of fashion. Well,…er, ..yeah, come to think of it, love is going out of fashion, methinks! It’s all about the quickie. After all we’re in the age of instant nannies, instant noodles, and instant fame, instant notoriety, so can love be far behind?
How did the St. bless my day?
Having a moronic uncouth pea-brained chauvinistic p(r ) ick of a lout ramming into my car. So you get out of your home, not necessarily looking forward to going to work, rush down to your car after having the most important meal of the day, kiss your ma goodbye (ooooh! I love the song being played on the radio right now – White Flag by Dido – ‘I won’t put my hands up and surrender..there will be no white flat above my door, I’m in love (who me?)…and always will be…hmm..hmm..ain’t that cool?) ok sorry to digress, so you kiss ma goodbye, get into your car and have the radio blasting some nice mushy (pink) music keeping with the theme of the very special day and heading towards the first junction en route to office. Whoa! Slow down, no no, brrrrrrraaaaaaake! Big boulders and bricks bang in front of my car. Didn’t see it as it was hidden by the f&^%$ truck in front of me. And 10 seconds later, rammm!
My rear fender is rammed into by another car. No traffic behind nor in front. I get out to inspect at the damage. And then there’s mayhem. Abuses in Kannada fly by, a crowd gathers to watch the tamasha (see ma, girl fighting, in English ma, see see, what guts, what fun, ma, see see!). No khaki clothed betel leaf chewing, tobacco stained bribe-infested conscience wielding lech of a cop anywhere in sight. Then this lout grabs the keys off my ignition and heads off. There’s a minor scuffle between him and yours truly. Now I believe men are truly stronger, truly more powerful. What would we do without God’s gift to mankind!!!
My keys gone, my frustration at suddenly feeling powerless engulfs me. I call a friend, call ma and wait. Friend lands up, the a-hole of a cop saunters from the junction with the f&*^%g b@&^%rd (is the blasphemous language the influence of reading too much of the Unknown Guy’s blog who also goes by the name of Snarky blogger sometimes anime chick) and just tells me to calm down. Calm down and me? Look at me you rotten sodden swine! Can you see my face apopleptic with anger, bursting at the temples, and ready to take a swipe at your nose and the stupid moron with my keys. I get my keys, shake my head in abject disbelief that this could be happening to me, assess the damage and realize it’s nothing, hear the cop telling the lout about ‘lady driver’ and almost take a swing at him, and well…nothing. Get to the nearest garage, right the wrong and am on my way. I get to office and the reaction sets in. Of the aloneness, of being the lone warrior unlike Xena, of having a bunch of onlookers looking at me grinning like it's truly a film shoot and I'm some cheap extra, and not coming to my aid, not even to remove the huge boulders out of the way, of, oh well, of the whole shebang. My body was racked by tears that kind of dried up somewhere. And then to top it, a colleague of mine gets flowers. And to top that, not one bouquet but two!
Tell me about Cupid! He’s been on strike for a long time now stupid!
Oh yes! I’m in the pink today.
Happy Fuchsia Pink day, but er…say it with roses! Red preferably.
Why not me?
Sigh! The world’s gone fuchsia. The tabloid aka Times of India tells me the colour of love is pink this season. So we have pink ribbons, pink satin bows, pink lips, pink eye shadow, pink perfume, pink lingerie, pink cushions, pink eiderdowns, pink pink pink…pink Pina Colada, pink Margherita, pink Cadillacs, pink hair, pink (after a while it sounds like Oink Oink right?) nails, pink pink pink! And can the pink condoms be far behind (the colour of love, LOL, how apt!). But love is expressed by the ubiquitous red rose. Where’s the pink I say!
Valentine’s Day is celebrated like it’s an age-old tradition and ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’ rings out of your ears and everywhere you go like it’s going out of fashion. Well,…er, ..yeah, come to think of it, love is going out of fashion, methinks! It’s all about the quickie. After all we’re in the age of instant nannies, instant noodles, and instant fame, instant notoriety, so can love be far behind?
How did the St. bless my day?
Having a moronic uncouth pea-brained chauvinistic p(r ) ick of a lout ramming into my car. So you get out of your home, not necessarily looking forward to going to work, rush down to your car after having the most important meal of the day, kiss your ma goodbye (ooooh! I love the song being played on the radio right now – White Flag by Dido – ‘I won’t put my hands up and surrender..there will be no white flat above my door, I’m in love (who me?)…and always will be…hmm..hmm..ain’t that cool?) ok sorry to digress, so you kiss ma goodbye, get into your car and have the radio blasting some nice mushy (pink) music keeping with the theme of the very special day and heading towards the first junction en route to office. Whoa! Slow down, no no, brrrrrrraaaaaaake! Big boulders and bricks bang in front of my car. Didn’t see it as it was hidden by the f&^%$ truck in front of me. And 10 seconds later, rammm!
My rear fender is rammed into by another car. No traffic behind nor in front. I get out to inspect at the damage. And then there’s mayhem. Abuses in Kannada fly by, a crowd gathers to watch the tamasha (see ma, girl fighting, in English ma, see see, what guts, what fun, ma, see see!). No khaki clothed betel leaf chewing, tobacco stained bribe-infested conscience wielding lech of a cop anywhere in sight. Then this lout grabs the keys off my ignition and heads off. There’s a minor scuffle between him and yours truly. Now I believe men are truly stronger, truly more powerful. What would we do without God’s gift to mankind!!!
My keys gone, my frustration at suddenly feeling powerless engulfs me. I call a friend, call ma and wait. Friend lands up, the a-hole of a cop saunters from the junction with the f&*^%g b@&^%rd (is the blasphemous language the influence of reading too much of the Unknown Guy’s blog who also goes by the name of Snarky blogger sometimes anime chick) and just tells me to calm down. Calm down and me? Look at me you rotten sodden swine! Can you see my face apopleptic with anger, bursting at the temples, and ready to take a swipe at your nose and the stupid moron with my keys. I get my keys, shake my head in abject disbelief that this could be happening to me, assess the damage and realize it’s nothing, hear the cop telling the lout about ‘lady driver’ and almost take a swing at him, and well…nothing. Get to the nearest garage, right the wrong and am on my way. I get to office and the reaction sets in. Of the aloneness, of being the lone warrior unlike Xena, of having a bunch of onlookers looking at me grinning like it's truly a film shoot and I'm some cheap extra, and not coming to my aid, not even to remove the huge boulders out of the way, of, oh well, of the whole shebang. My body was racked by tears that kind of dried up somewhere. And then to top it, a colleague of mine gets flowers. And to top that, not one bouquet but two!
Tell me about Cupid! He’s been on strike for a long time now stupid!
Oh yes! I’m in the pink today.
Happy Fuchsia Pink day, but er…say it with roses! Red preferably.
Why not me?
posted by Livin @ 2/14/2006 09:55:00 PM
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