Thursday, May 25, 2006

The Shamu scam?


If Shamu is everyone's favourite killer whale (or whatever he is ) at Sea World, how come there are four separate whales performing at each of their shows and they're all called Shamu? How's that even possible?

If that weren't enough, there're actually Shamus in Orlando, San Antonio and San Diego - that's right, at all the 3 Sea World locations spread over 3000 miles. How are they at 3 places at the same time? And back to my original question - how are they all called Shamu?!?? Why?!

Americans, you've got to stop naming all your captured animals the same damn thing so as to not get your little bastards all confused and everything.

(Shamu pic courtesy: http://www.adventurist.net )

Thursday, May 11, 2006

I need Kavya!

Well, at least to bump up visits to my blog. Not that it was my intention to do so - but I was pleasantly surprised when I looked at my WebStats counter data that I do about once a week, that since I wrote about Kavya on "Internalizing", my blog got a whole buncha hits.

Take a look at this graph that I got from my counter page.


Notice the large hits in the center - they were during the Kavya days. Now that the hype has sorta died down, and we're all not that interested in how badly she screwed up anymore, in short her 15 minutes of infamy are up, well - my site hits are sadly back to what they were earlier. I guess my advice to bloggers out there is, if you want more people to visit your site - write avidly about current topics and watch the hits rise. Oh wait! We're all doing that already. Shoot!

So, the truth is, I need Kavya as much as Kavya needs inspiration. Pretty badly!


Visit my whorehouse soon folks. Until then...

Tuesday, May 09, 2006

X in Y

For every expatriate of a country x living abroad in country y, you might find yourself in 3 broad kinds of places in y. Some of you mught have experienced all three in one place over a period of time. (Several of you will have no idea what I am currently trippin' on.)

A. Oh so very few from x living around you

If so, you're probably thinking:
"God! I wish there was someone from x living around here. Someone I could relate to. This place is so freakin barren and alien. And I am so tired of being like the locals, eating their goddamned crappy food and pretending to enjoy their freakin' country and their music, and their so called culture and cuisine. Hell! I am just here for the opportunities and the money."


B. A good number of those from x living around you. But they're not all over the place or something.

If so, you're probably thinking:
"God! I wish there weren't so many of them from x around here like me. Especially those untidy, smelly ones with the funny accents they haven't bothered to adapt to y. Now the locals think I am like that smelly, dark x character - while I am clearly not. Also, I am not unique here in any way. I should be friendly with those from x though, since I don't want to feel alone in an alien country. But they'll start cosying up to me too much, or judge me and all that - me with my changed lifestyle and already having adapted myself to y. In fact, I secretly want these y's to think I am from y and not really from x. But I am not really from y am I? And what if these y people always think of me as from x no matter how y I become? I don't want to be considered a x'ian! What do I do? God! I am so freakin' confused!"


C. A very large number of x living around you. So many that they can be seen and heard everywhere.

And if that's so, then you're probably thinking:
"God! These freakin' locals. They always look at me funny and make fun of my accent all the time. You know what? F**k 'em. I am going to be an x'ian and stop trying to be like a y'ian. I do wish though that my people drove better and smelt better and spoke better! But I am glad there are so many of us around. I feel much safer with our presence here. I can be myself. At least the self I was back home. I don't even have to befriend the freakin' y's if I don't feel like it. Ok maybe a couple. But, I don't really care too much if these y's understand me or not. Let them complain. Soon, we'll (those from x that is) be taking over the whole goddamn place and there's nothing these y folks can do about it. HEEHEEEHAAHAHHHHAAAAHH!!"


Conclusion:
Life's screwed up. So's my generalization. Still, spend less time worrying about "How do ah lose my identity real fast?", or "How on Earth am I going to keep it intact?", and spend more time trying to discover your true identity. What then is your true identity? Who knows. But I've got a feeling that it's got more to do with where you want to go, than where you are now, or where you come from.