This was my profile name on orkut, for a few days preceeding Tharoor's forced exit from the UN SG (United Nations Secretary General, for the world-affairs-challenged dudes n dudettes out there) race. I didn't exactly expect people to respond, "Oh, yes! Tharoor, his articles in the Magazine make quite a read." But then, nor did I expect the following responses from fellow orkuttians either:
S: What's Tharoor for UN SG?
Me: Tharoor's the Indian candidate for the post of UN SG.
S: But why you put tharoor for un?..are you related to him?
Me[exasperated! Itching to be at my cynical best]: No, not related. He's the Indian candidate, so I guess, we should be in favour of him.[Yes, dude, he's my neighbour's doctor's friend's long-lost brother!]
R:Why had you changed your profile to Tharoor for UK?
Okay, I'm seriously rolling my eyes now! Why do people act like their dictum's "Ignorance is Bliss"?
A little information hurts these people, doesn't it?
They'd rather get updated on the "who's hot" list in college. "Why know about some godforsaken diplomat who's going to lose anyway? Why bother keeping updated? My IQ's marginally bigger than that of a nitwit, so I'm definitely contented."
Another hilarious encounter when I was in the hostel:
[Anyone keeping up with my blog might have realised that the svce hostel's one of the strong contenders for the inferno-on-earth award, 2000-2006. Owing to this, I settled myself in the common-area (let's call it that, shall we?)]
S: Why are you sitting here?
Me: I was feeling kinda claustrophobic inside.
S: What? Glossy?
Yep, its all glossy inside. The hostel management just found that a fresh coat of glittering yellow paint improves student performance by upto 200%.
This is an ode to all the people I've met, who think looking good, acting dumb, gets work done. Sometimes, it even does. Beats me!
Brings me to the dumbest blonde-Mandira Bedi! When it comes to this, she takes the honours, leaving the other contenders far behind. She comperes (again, for want of a better word, let's call it that, shall we?) "extraaa innings" telecast during match breaks. Ahem, the only extraaa stuff I find in her is err, her assets. Boy, is she good! She plays the part of the giggly-blonde. She is so capable of putting the show out of business. She is so capable of making Powar's quick reflexes seem lethargic, she makes ignorant sound bordering on ingenuity. The first time I saw her speak, I went, "This lady, she thinks she's a brainbox or something? If she does, someone puhleeze go tell her, pronto, that she ain't." These ladies actually take the effort to seem like ignoramuses. Where're we headed?!?