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Friday, November 30, 2012

Chp 433. Gaddafi versus Saddam [video]

It took quite some time for Gaddafi to stop being scared of Saddam. Now they play together and even sleep together. In fact, when the other is not around, the other gets extremely lonely. That’s how attached they are to each other now.

Below is a photo taken just a few minutes ago in our office.

Yup, these are our two little dictators, looking so innocent and sweet, but when they aren’t sleeping, they completely dictate our lives with their whims and fancies. We’ve stopped going out and partying all because of them. We take them to office every day. We have lost hours of sleep because of them.

But sometimes, just watching them play with each other brings out a smile and that’s when you know all the trouble’s worth it. I have made a small compilation of the two of them playing, and I believe you’ll find it really cute, if you are into cats and dogs.


Have a great weekend :)

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Chp 432. Give your blog a Gangsta makeover

Yesterday I came across this site which made me laugh so much!

As the site aptly puts it - Fo' all y'all biotches who wanna find shiznit! This site uses a program that automatically replaces certain words of whichever page you’re looking at and makes it sound all gangsta (would it be racist to say ghetto’ish?) like Snoop Dogg’s fo shizzle mah nizzle.

For example, take my cousin’s blog post –

It converts the following -

My Happily Ever After

And they lived happily ever after... Sigh! Growing up with fairy tales like Cinderella, Rapunzel and Snow White.. we always want that Prince charming to come rescue us some day, so that we can live happily ever after. The difference between fairy tales and reality lies on the idea of "Happily ever after".
To this -
My fuckin Happily Ever After

And they lived happily ever after... Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Sigh, muthafucka! Growin up wit fairy talez like Cinderella, Rapunzel n' Snow White.. our crazy-ass asses always want dat Pimp charmin ta come rescue our asses some day, so dat our crazy-ass asses can live happily ever after. Da difference between fairy talez n' realitizzle lies on tha idea of "Happily ever after".

Catch my drift? Yeah you might call this humour immature, but hey, it made me laugh so I don’t care :P

Even the comments are funny. Here is what my friend John commented on Christina’s post – “You are Highly Dexterous. I Like Your Flair, Christy” which became “Yo ass is Highly Dexterous. I Like Yo Crazy-Ass Flair, Christy” lolzzz… Dexterous –> Skillful in physical movements, hence John was appreciating the way Christy was skillfully shaking her ass in front of him. Hope her boyfriend doesn’t find out about that :D

Why all these posts are so funny is because these people are the last ones you’d expect to speak like this. And picturing their faces with what they’ve written is utterly hilarious.

You too should totally look at some of your friends’ blog posts and gizoogle it… You can either go to this page and enter the url you want to check, or you can simply insert this code in the address line and replace the XXXXXXXXX below with the address of the website you want to transformizzle.

Here are some of my friends’ blog posts –

Kukui Pachuau - Da dopest muthafuckin thang bout thuglife is knowin yo ass put it together

Some stories cut so deep dat retellin em is a impossibilitizzle. They is tha dark selves dat our crazy-ass asses carry n' which our crazy-ass asses will take wit us, entombed alongside our asses up in our graves.  Like dat Stone Sour lyric holla'd, "some thangs is mo' betta left unspoken.Our thugged-out asses bury em up in places dat our crazy-ass asses straight-up only git on over ta by ourselves; Oh n' yo ass was a version like no other". Great cold lil' woo wop fo' realz. And since I can't think of any stories ta tell muthafuckin right now, n' even if I knew, I wouldn't tell, cuz then it wouldn't be a "cutz too deep" kind of story, would it, so yeah, herez a lil ramble down rambly paths.

Amos Lalremtluanga - Alone all up in tha Pornos

So tha other dizzle (It was a Friday) I gotz supa buggin up at work n' I looked up a list of pornos which was showin up in hood n' I was like delighted ta peep dat tha freshly smoked up sci-fi thrilla Looper starrin Bruce " Dude was muthafuckin dead tha whole time" Willis n' Joseph Gordon-Levitt was showin at a theatre near me. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So I shut down mah 'puta n' strutted ta Gopalan theatre n' then bought mah dirty ass  a big-ass bowl of caramel popcorn n' a big-ass coke n' sat down ta smoke up tha porno fo' realz. Alone, muthafucka! Watchin A Porno Alone!

Aduhi Chawngthu - Nostalgia

Our thugged-out asses was fifteen-year-old classmates yo. Dude was on tha fuckin' down-low, intelligent, n' a phat playa. My fuckin soon-to-be- best playa thought he was cute, n' I had never straight-up noticed his ass until then. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly we all became playas, a big-ass crew of playaz (wonder where they is now?). We would hang up together, borrowin books n' notebooks, takin long struttz home and gatherin at a playa’s crib afta classes. Our thugged-out asses was lil', n' lookin back at our pictures I cannot believe how tha fuck unbelievably lil' our crazy-ass asses were; I wit mah short hair n' innocent face, he wit his shy n' innocent smile.

AmeLia Lalremdiki - Lipsticks n' Heartz :)

Writin has always been funk fo' me, mah alone time n' although it soundz straight-up weird, itz among tha few thangs (and peeps) dat put up wit mah buggin self, mah far-fetched dreams n' mah vibe swings. My fuckin dopest playa all up in tha years. Itz a straight-up rare case when i'm bustin some shiznit phat n' enjoyin it all up in tha same stupid-ass time. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. So when it dawned on mah slowpoke dome dat writin do that, i done cooked up up mah mind ta start blogging. I hope dis don't turn up like mah freshly smoked up years' resolutions.

Dinky Didini - A few thoughtz laid down...

Da 1935 - 1945 decade was a crucial period up in tha history of tha ghetto. Right back up up in yo muthafuckin ass. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da late 1930s saw tha rise of tensions n' struggle fo' juice between tha ghetto nations, which eventually led ta Ghetto Battle Pt II. This decade was tha golden period of Photojournalizzle which pimped outly enhizzled the effectivenizz of media. In America, durin dis time period, our crazy-ass asses saw tha rise of photojournalizzle wit tha advent of Life magazine. Battle photography widely served tha effectivenizz of tha media durin Ghetto Battle Pt II. My fuckin study helped mah crazy ass up in findin up tha situation of tha different ghettos around tha ghetto durin dis time period.

Mami Lrdi - Five disturbin Mizo folk talez

Da polistically correc' title fo' dis one muthafuckin is : “Five Mizo folk talez I now find disturbin afta reachin adulthood”. I think dat not everyone would share mah views. But if there’s every last muthafuckin muthafucka whoz ass hasn’t grown up hearin his and her muthafathas tell em bedtime stories n' oldschool fables, nuff times, tha thangs these lil pimps hear aren’t straight-up what tha fuck they sounded like. Which brangs our asses muthafuckin right back ta tha whole point of this.

Lal Jo-a - Thoughtz - fo' a update

Waazzzuupp??, muthafucka! It’s been a whole month since mah last post. Yo Ass might wonder why I don’t reply ta mah B-ta-tha-L-O-Gizzay commentz n' tha halt up in freshly smoked up posts.  Well, there’s straight-up no reason behind dat fo' realz. As a matta of fact, I sit up in front of tha computa n' logged tha fuck into mah blogger account, clicked on tha ‘new post’ button n' just stare all up in tha screen thankin nothang.  Just straight-up nothang.

Suzz Felnunmawii - Back ta Work

I've been gettin a shitload of lyrics askin mah crazy ass where I've been n' why I haven't posted stuffs lately. Well, I've been so busy, I'd like to apologize. Screw dat shit. Da truth is, I be tha one whoz ass misses mah dirty ass when I don't blog. I be bloggin like a muthafucka up in dis biatch. I feel like there's a part of mah crazy ass dat wantz ta drop a rhyme up loud but is held inside. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Seriously, I've been busy bein lazy. Plus, no photographers, muthafucka! Pfft. I have ta click mah own photos. I sometimes git mah roomie ta do it fo' me.

MiMie Hrahsel - Bittersweet Love

So aiiight ta be back up in tha def embrace of phat ol' Bangalore, where the rizla makes mah crazy ass nostalgic n' wanna stay home, cuddle up wit a thick book, a ill cuppa n' just stay lazy all day. Cuddle up wit a thick book may also be replaced by “cuddle up wit some muthafucka special” had dis been mah underground diary. I have always shared a bittersweet relationshizzle wit the rain. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. Durin mah childhood days, I was scared of tha pitta patta on our roof and it was always a challenge fo' mah crazy ass ta be alone up in a room whenever it rained.

Zakk Sangkima - My fuckin top 10 Juice Balladz of all Time

So anyway, I think tha 80’s n' tha 90’s was tha dopest era for noize especially rock yo, but I must admit tha disco guys had it phat too. Some of tha dopest jointz was busted out up in dis era, from jam anthems ta timeless rock balladz our crazy-ass asses had it all. I can still picture partizzles where gangstas would rock it up ta tracks like “Come on feel tha noise by Quiet Riot”, “Our thugged-out asses will rock yo ass - Biatch” etc. Da dopest part bout dis era was dat both pimps n' dem hoes were listenin ta tha same stupid-ass genre of noize ROCK, tha only difference was dat the guys would dig heavy metal n' tha dem hoes hated it yo, but our crazy-ass asses was one and united up in ROCK, until tha NKOTB fever destroyed everythang.

Zuali Seni Hranglung - Seni all up in tha Dentist

Hate be a strong word.... a straight-up strong word. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! And it precisely raps bout mah feelin when I say... "I don't give a fuck bout dentists". And I don't straight-up care if yo ass gotz mah crazy ass wrong fo' realz. A few of mah close playaz is dentistz fo' realz. And I like em mo' betta when they is not up in they clinic. I have too nuff bad experiences wit dentistz since I was a child. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Well, there was dat dentist at Civil Hospizitizzle whoz ass 'forgot' ta give mah crazy ass a Local Anesthesia when he extracted 4 of mah lower front teeth altogether.

Daisy Fanai - Interior | Minimal Bedrooms

Since we're gettin a freshly smoked up place n' dat I will finally be gettin mah own room ( I know dat soundz shockin but wit three other siblings around n' livin as a joint gang back home I never gotz ta have mah own space) afta 21 years, I be pretty buckwild dat all I do these days is hunt fo' bedroom designs all over tha internizzle, searchin fo' ideas n' goin gaga over all em phat designs fo' realz. As yo ass might have noticed, I be a big-ass hustla of minimalizzle when it comes ta interior designs fo' realz. Alot of gangstas might find dat straight lines n' minimalizzle gives off a cold n' unwelcomin feel but not fo' me. I think itz refreshin n' easy as fuck ta peep.

Christina VL Hriatrengi Renthlei - Da Best Hommie I've Never Had

Growin up as a only child, a independent girl, was a geek somehow n' mah hood thuglife sinks ta tha bottom. No one straight-up knows me, I guess. My fuckin room is mah straight-up place up in tha ghetto, mah laptop is da most thugged-out faithful playa I've ever had. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Da only bad muthafuckin thang bout tha playa I have is that, when I pour mah heart up ta him, I don't git a respond I expected, apart from dat I gotz a pimp whom I can lean on ta but itz not like I can always pour mah heart up ta his ass bout everythang, bout life, bout tha stuffs dat bothers me.

Malsawmi Jacob - Formal Trouble

What can a elderly biatch wear at a wedding? When i was teachin up in a Bangalore college, tha dress code fo' dem hoes lecturers was tha saree. It was tough goin fo' tha likez of mah crazy ass whoz ass weren’t born tha fuck into dat shit. But i did manage somehow. Once our crazy-ass asses moved ta Mumbai n' i took up a non-teachin thang, dressin became free n' easy as fuck. Our thugged-out asses don’t deal wit hustas; our crazy-ass asses don’t have ta impress anybody.

Rini Tochhawng - book up in hand

Two, no, almost four muthafuckin years since tha projec' started out…and nearly three since I became a part of it fo' realz. And todizzle, I hold tha book up in mah hand. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Unexpected. Our thugged-out asses had been communicatin frequently enough while tha publication was up in process. But complete silence once tha manuscript n' cover literature was finally approved. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! When tha big-ass sack was collected from tha Post Office todizzle, I had no idea what tha fuck it could be. Especially since mah addiction ta online hustlin finally forced mah crazy ass ta surrender mah cardz ta Mom, I consider mah dirty ass almost “unsurprisable” by periodic deliveries. But todizzle, todizzle, I had tears up in mah eyes.

Even poems are funny…

Lalteii Cherrie Chhangte - Lament of tha Scorned

I be yo' Jezebel,
Da curse yo ass spit up
Along wit tha blood red
Juice of betel dat
I be Delilah,
Yo Crazy-Ass downfall.
I be yo' sticky-icky-icky,
Yo Crazy-Ass shame,
Yo Crazy-Ass reluctant high.
I be tha discarded,
Da one yo ass stone

Bd Chawngthu - Fine

Come n' gone tha moon
Like rizla up in tha monsoon
Full may it be tonight
Round up in all itz sight
No matta where our crazy-ass asses ludd
All it mattas is us

Sanga Says - and a guava tree

for all mah Riatsamthiah playas,
though none of yo ass read and care fo' poetry
'yes, dis is it,' he holla'd, 'I be shizzle of it
 this is tha spot where Helu fell.
 right here, not dis concrete

Baruk Feddabonn - It is she

for tha sun, tha sun
she is outside of her hiding
and tha rizla is pimpin
with a elsewhere
and lata there is ghon be a comin backtion,
and mo' celebratonic

Lal Zam Mawia Sailo - Ka lukhum

My fuckin hat is da most thugged-out devine hat up in tha ghetto
Of all tha thangs I have
I ludd mah hat da most thugged-out
Itz a neat n' keen hat
It has mah deepest ludd.
Itz colour is black
I can even wore it ta Church.
It gives mah crazy ass shades from tha scorchin sun
I just adore mah hat
And so ta mah hat i say " i ludd you, mah dope hat".

Monday, November 26, 2012

Chp 431. Food Fusion – Part II

This is the next part of my Food Fusion post. You can read the previous part here - Food Fusion Part I. For those who came in late, Food Fusion is a series of posts where I show photos of my special mix of dried bekang (fermented beans), nghapih (shrimp paste) and vaihmarcha rawt dip (special chilly powder) mixed with non-Mizo dishes, conjuring up a delicious mouth watering taste.

Before I begin, here is a picture of the nghapih I’m using… I keep it in the fridge.

So as I mentioned in my previous post, I discovered one particular combination of this dish with other dish that tastes HEAVENLY, so here’s a step by step method on how I prepare this wonderful concoction (I think I should probably patent my ingredients before some rich corporate steals my idea and makes millions out of it :P )

I call this, the BoonKangPih.

First, keep all the ingredients ready

Now heat around 50ml of water… the quantity depends on how many people are going to eat, sometimes it can be less, sometimes more.

Take roughly 2-3 tbsp of bekang (since I am making it for one serving) and throw the dried fermented beans into the boiling water…

As the bekang water boils, take one tablespoon of chilly powder and add to the pan. As I have mentioned before, this is special chilly powder from Mizoram, extremely spicy, at least 5 times spicier than the regular chilly powder you get outside North East India.

After that, add three pinches of salt to taste…

Now that everything is finely boiling, add one tbsp of the main ingredient nghapih…

Stir well. Make sure the nghapih is properly mixed with the bekang. Also make sure the kitchen exhaust fan is switched on, lolz.

Once everything is properly mixed, switch off the flame and leave it as it is for around 5 minutes. The dried bekang will slowly soak in the water.

Now comes the next big thing -> Take out freshly made Boondi raita from the fridge and mix the bekang-nghapih to it! Thaa daaaa… my scrumptious BOON-KANG-PIH dish is now ready!!!! The sudden mixture of cold and hot elements reacts to add extra flavor to this dish, leaving an awesome long lasting after taste in your mouth!

It goes extremely well with alu paratha…

But since I had been having parathas quite regularly, this time I decided to try it with mutton biryani… Oh Thy Godddd, it was sooo freaking awesome!!!!

So that’s it… you have just witnessed the creation of my boonkangpih (pronounced Boon - Kang - Pih :P ) and hope you get to try it out one day too… Take care :)


I tried out this dish yesterday and it was really good too. Bekang+Nghapih mixed with South Indian dishes like medu vada, steamed idli and rava masala dosa. The mixture especially goes well with coconut chutney, a must try!

Cheers :)

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Chp 430. Food Fusion – Part I

I mentioned in my earlier rant - How Mizo am I? that I don’t fancy a lot of our traditional Mizo dishes, but when it comes to bekang and nghapih, I’d… get down on my knees and plead with it, cross a million oceans, climb the highest mountains and swim the longest river just to taste it (Sorry for stealing your line, Shakin’ Stevens :P )

Bekang is fermented beans and nghapih is shrimp paste. And yeah, they have a really pungent smell aroma, especially when boiled together. So imagine my sheer joy when my niece Eunice returned to Mumbai from her vacation in Mizoram and got me some bekang and nghapih!

I invited Eunice and her roommate over for the weekend, since she hadn’t even seen my new pad after moving in here. They loved my new apartment.

The one in green is my niece. But even her roomie ended up calling me “Pu Kim” (Uncle Kima) as well, which my flat-mate Sid found hilarious, until the next day when they were leaving for their hostel, they said goodbye to Sid - “Bye Uncle Sid”. The expression on his face was even funnier! :D

And so here are the things she got for me!!!

Yum yummmm… Lots of bekang, nghapih and hot-and-spicy-as-hell Mizo chilly powder…

From that day onwards, I’ve been preparing bekang + nghapih + chilly “chutney” mix every time I eat, no matter what the dish is.

It goes so well with Rice + ghee + paneer bhurji + friend eggs!

With Dahi Kadhi (yoghurt curry) too it goes extremely well. In fact the curd counters the spiciness of the bekang chilly mix perfectly, moderating my consumption just the way I wanted.

Below is my bekang + nghapih chutney with Dal Khichdi. Ahhhh lovely it is. Simple and yet so tasty.

The next one is one of my favorites – Bekang and nghapih with chicken biryani, bhoondi raita and dry mutton  dish. It’s a taste you’ve never tasted before, I can guarantee that. A must try!

The other day, my neighbor Mapuii came over to my apartment, bringing some of our Mizo traditional Bai she made. Since our cook had already made dinner (matar paneer masala), I mixed our dinner with her dinner, and of course added my trademark bekang + nghapih chutney. Tres delicious mes amis!

But the best is still yet to come. I “discovered” the perfect combination last night, so I will update about that on the next part of this post, with step by step photos on how I prepare my bekang + nghapih mix. If you’re a Mizo, I recommend you try bekang with all the non-Mizo dishes I’ve mentioned above, it’s really good. And if you’re a non-Mizo and a foodie, I really hope you get to try our bekang delicacy one day, that is, if you are adventurous (and courageous) enough to try out completely new cuisines.

So until next post then. Cheers!

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Chp 429. The silence that is reminiscent

As I sit typing this post, everything is eerily quiet outside my bedroom window. Save for the continuous cawing of crows, silence has overtaken my environment. The irritating throttle sound of motor engines passing by, the annoying noise of horns honking through, the conspicuous racket of people shouting or chattering, all absent today. Life around my apartment has come to an abrupt halt, devoid of any activity. 

Our drawing room faces the sea, a romantic picturesque view especially during a sunset, but unfortunately my bedroom doesn’t. It faces the back alley of a busy commercial street frequented by Bandra’s high society la-di-da shoppers during the day and drunken revelers late in the night. But today, all is quiet. Quiet because of the death of Bal Thackaray. All shops and restaurants were shut, as a mark of respect to the Marathi leader and also as a precautionary measure against vandalism.

Listening to this unusual silence, I suddenly felt nostalgic. This exact silence triggered memories from the past and ushered them to come flooding back. As Dr. Spencer Reed from “Criminal Minds” said, sometimes certain sound or smell can trigger repressed memories from the past. I guess this is it. The sound took me back to my school days when I had to force myself to study, and the only other distraction was the sound of crows cawing. Everything else was deadly silent.

And then suddenly I felt as if I was transported back to those days. And I saw myself 20 years ago seeing the future version of me and envying me, for I no longer needed to study. 

Did that little me ever imagined how my life would have been like now? Throughout my school life, I always thought I’ll become a doctor. Not because I wanted to be a doctor but rather because my parents wanted me to become one. Did that little me ever imagined I’d be working in India’s top digital advertising agency today, drinking and partying almost every night, having an extremely flexible lifestyle while making decisions and strategies that could be profitable for some of the most reputed companies in India? I’m sure not. I saw that little me envying me because I no longer had to study.

And that’s how the particular sound affected me. I was “LUNGLENG”, a mizo term we use when we miss something… or someone… or some time and event in our faded pasts… desolation, I guess that word would best describe it…

Oh how I used to hate studying those days. And my folks always used to push me to my limit because they said I could be successful in life only if I studied hard enough. So many nights I would sneak under my blanket in our hostel dormitory with a torchlight learning a new chapter or two because I didn’t want my friends I was competing with to know that I was studying. My folks instilled fear in me, the fear of being a drop-out, the fear of becoming unsuccessful in life.

Many years later, I did drop out, from a Post Graduate a course. And yet, I don’t think I have failed in life. Of course it is still too early to weigh my success, but at the rate that I’m going, I think I’m pretty much successful so far. I look at my close friends working in our agency, and most of them are drop-outs too, including the CEO and Co-Founder of our company, and yet they’re one of the most creative and brilliant minds I have come across. I’m not glorifying drop-outs here, but I have come to realize things aren’t that bad if one fails, and that there is still so much hope at the end of the rainbow.

If I was to go back to that time and era, would I do anything differently? Or would I follow this trodden path because this is exactly who I want to be? Have you ever asked yourself that? Would you do anything differently in your past given that you could go back in time?

Much silence conjures many questions.

Friday, November 09, 2012

Chp 428. Hello Saddam!

Say hello to Saddam, our new 1 month old Beagle.

Being a pure breed Beagle and being bred by one of the most renowned and trusted breeders in Mumbai, he came at a heavy price tag of 35,000. Throw in all the items he will require like his chewey toys, food stock, medicines, brushes, food bowl etc, the final cost came to almost 45K. That’s like… 118 full bottles of Old Monk rum! Let’s hope the kick and high we will get from him is better than 118 Old Monk bottles. :D

We took him back to office from the pet store and he ate…


and played with the mop that our office boy was using to clean his pee.

Ah yes, that’s one big difference between Gaddafi and Saddam. Gaddafi, like most cats, craps and pees in the litter box instinctively. They don’t need to be trained. Saddam on the other hand, is not yet toilet trained, and so our house is currently covered with newspapers.

And speaking of Gaddafi, the cat is EXTREMELY SCARED of Saddam. The moment he saw Saddam yesterday, quick as lightning he scooted immediately as if he saw a ghost and scurried up my flatmate’s shirt, clawing him tightly and shivering uncontrollably! The poor soul. :-(

And so we decided to keep the two apart until Gaddafi stops being scared of Saddam, hence I had to sleep with my bedroom door locked with Gaddafi inside (along with his food and water bowl and his litter box). As I said goodnight to him, he was neatly tucked in under my bed. And then when I woke up this morning and opened my eyes, this was the first thing I saw, lolz!

Yeah, shameless and cute at the same time. :-)

Coming back to the breeder, his shop is called “Oh My Dog!!!” and he knows A LOT about dogs. He gave us an hour long lecture on how to treat our new dog, what to feed, when to feed, when to give medicines, when to bathe etc etc… Sid was doing most of the listening while half the time I was taking pictures of his store. Here are some of the pics…

Here is the breeder giving Sid a lecture…

And here are some of the goodies we bought for the bratty little shitting and peeing machine…

BONUS: This here is a pure breed blue-eyed Siberian Husky. He comes at an atrocious price tag of Rs. 75,000/- But he’s super cute and adorable!

So here’s to many sleepless nights and tiresome days ahead of whining and perpetually hungry puppy and kitten who, to make things worse, don’t get along with each other. Cheers!

Wednesday, November 07, 2012

Chp 427. Hello Gaddafi!

Say hello to Gaddafi, our new Persian doll-face kitten.

He is 8 weeks old. My flat-mate bought him from an exotic pet shop for 7 grand. He’s cute, furry, playful, and best of all, toilet-trained. This is where he goes to pee and poop…

I love cats, but at the same time, I’m not a cat person. I can pet a cat anytime, cuddle it, kiss it, baby-talk it and spoil it, but if the caterwaul of a cat in the middle of the night wakes me up, I swear to God I will throw anything I can find to shut the cat up.

That’s probably the difference between me and my sister who is a real cat person. She adopted a stray kitten abandoned by its mother, nursed it back to good health on her own, and recently her cat “Charger” was selected as “Cat Of The Day” at this cat community she joined.

As for me, I don’t think I have the time and energy to do the same… I once took in two adopted puppies, fed them, played with them, toilet trained them and it was such a heartbreak having to leave them when they got older (long story)… Maybe that’s why I am afraid of pet commitments now… Works the same as any relationship I guess.

We’ve been taking Gaddafi to work every day so far, and it really brightens up the office spirit. If you’re tired or stressed out, he’ll just walk towards you and give you that curious stare, as if trying to say “Take it easy boss, don’t worry, be happy”. And then he would so casually walk across our keyboards without giving a damn about our work, lolz.

Here is him entertaining himself…

See, he is content on his own too, unlike dogs who we have to give a lot of our attention to. To end this post, here’s another video I took this morning… Playful, naughty and mischievous little fucker he is (in a good way)… He ended up tearing my jeans too!

Cheers :-)

Friday, November 02, 2012

Chp 426. Return of the Mizohican!

It was way back in 2007 when I wrote my blog post - No longer a Mizohican where I mentioned about how a part of me died after I finally decided to “grow up” and “let go” of my signature Mohawk hairstyle. My Mohawk was the reason why my online nick became Mizohican (Mizo + Mohicans).

Now it’s back with a bang!

So this recent Halloween, I woke up perfectly fine, smiled, walked down to my regular salon, and instead of my regular cut, I asked for a Mohawk cut. My regular stylist understood right then, and without raising an eyebrow, got down to business immediately. After that he gave me my regular head massage.

Everything happened so fast.

One of the main reasons why I decided to go all Mohican again was probably because of what my dear friend Samir said to me last Saturday.

So last Saturday was MMA FCC (Mixed Martial Arts – Full Contact Championship) that I was really looking forward to going to. I even blogged about my experience when I went to a previous MMA FCC event. On that “fateful” day, I got ready, drank a couple of quick rum shots, since there was going to be only beer at the venue.

Since the venue was in “town” side of Mumbai, I had to take an auto till Bandra, and from there switch to a taxi since autos aren’t allowed in town. That was when it hit me – a minor high BP. Maybe it was because of the humidity and that I drank too much too fast, but I decided not to push it in case it aggravated, so from the taxi stand, I took another auto back to my house, cancelling my plans.

I called up Samir, with whom I was supposed to go to the fight with, and explained about my condition. I thought he was going to stay stuff like, “duuuudeeee come mannnn”. But instead, all he said was, “(laughter) I understand, you’re an old man now (laughter)”…


And then he went to the fight and to rub salt into the wound, he sent me photos through whatsapp as it happened, right from there in front of the freaking ring!


So that was when I decided… F**k this shit, I gotta go all Mohawk again, just to prove that I still got young blood flowing through me! Screw age and screw “I’m too old for this shit” shit. I can do it!

I just had one concern - I’ve already booked my tickets for home on December, and our Mizo society is a bit conservative so if I go to Church for Christmas with a Mohawk, it could get quite scandalous. So I’m hoping it will grow back in a month… hopefully, lolz.

That day being Halloween and everyone’s gonna come to office dressed as zombies and vampires (so demanded the circular mail from the HR sent to the entire office the previous day), I realized it was the perfect time to go Mizohican again.

And so here I am… :)

You have no idea how liberating it felt! It was then that I realized how much we had to bow down to societal pressures and the stigma of what people consider is right or wrong. I’ve never felt so free like this in a long long time. And there is always the advantage of saving money on shampoo! (though that is reciprocated by spending extra on facewash now, lolz)

BONUS – Yesterday, my dear friend Shweta from Crude Area launched her e-commerce portal finally and we had a little celebration over champagne and other stuff. Please do visit the website CRUDE AREA and check out all the amazing kickass artistic posters and images you can order. The art is really awesome.

Cheers :)