Free Garlic Bread

Dominoes service has been deteriorating lately, with home delivery, which is perpetually late and customer care people on phone, who’d rather be chatting and gossiping with each other.

So yesterday when I and Bhai stood at the counter to place our orders, he made an observation that Dominoes looked over employed! And it did! There were loads of blue uniformed people inside the kitchen frolicking away in their pizza gossip and chatter. The one taking the order thought it was fun to chat with his other friend on the next phone and ignore the customers, so here we stood waiting to place our orders as over-zealous party poopers argued over the best possible discount they could get.

After much pushing and jostling and trying to get the man’s attention, we placed our orders and left to hunt for Pepsi. Returning a half an hour later, our order was still not ready and when we inquired, they suddenly got off to a start and started making our pizza then. So we were late and really pissed off by then.

As we stood arguing over the time limit and whether we should complain or not, I guessed they heard us and in an instant we were presented with a box of the cheesiest garlic bread-sticks. Chomping away as we waited, the idiots finally decided to give us our pizzas and we left.

This got me thinking on the unprofessional attitude of these places where they are so overtly confident that customers would wait for them and give in to their whims and fancies. It is plainly annoying.

Why Ranbir Kapoor is losing female respect.

Poor Ranbir Kapoor has found himself in a soup of his own making. A known womanizer and celebrated playboy, his antics left him red faced recently when a couple of his exes decided to come together and bad mouth him at Karan Johar’s Talk show few weeks back.

Koffee with Karan, few weeks ago was full of hilarity and much bitterness as Deepika Padukone made slight comments on Ranbir’s lascivious ways. Just a week before, the media was rife with Ranbir’s list of girlfriends and his apparent “handling” of them all, so it came as a much relief to the feminine me to see Deepika retaliate this way.

The kapoor family has always been notorious for playing with women with the legendary filmmaker, Raj kapoor leading the roost. Following in the his grandfather’s footsteps is Ranbir whose famous conquests include Avantika(Imran Khan’s fiancée), Sonam Kapoor, Deepika Padukone and Katrina Kaif.

Some months ago, the relationship of Deepika and Ranbir sizzled all over with pics of them in a lip-lop a rage in the town. So while Ranbir had no qualms with PDA with his girlfriend and discussing his private life in the public, it comes as a surprise that he is annoyed at Deepika’s comments now. When they could flaunt their “love”, it’s almost natural that a broken hearted Deepika would pass bitter comments.

As a ring leader of women nursing their broken hearts and not afraid of speaking out aloud, I like Deepika’s way of coming up front and declaring to the whole world what Ranbir exactly is. He sure has lost a lot of female respect in these days.

Another person, losing respect these days is Ranbir’s father Rishi kapoor who is angry at the verbal attacks on Ranbir and has refused to work with Karan Johar ever again.

Poor Mr. Johar is caught up in the messy break-up situation.

Break Ke Baad. Doesn’t seem like a good thing, Does it?

Shopping and sleeping

1st Dec..!! The date with the most birthdays..!!
And topping the list is my Mom.!!!!!!
This time, Dad is in Kalimpong and Mom is here, so I was rudely woken up by my cell phone blaring at 6 in the morning(when I had slept at 2, it was offensive, to say the least). It was dad calling on my cell to scold us for not wishing Mom at the earliest(We were blissfully sleeping!!!!). Taking in the reproach, I shut my cell and once again succumbed to the illicit pleasure of a blanket in the chilly wintry morning.
As we woke up at normal human time, we presented Mom with our gift(something we had spent hours looking for in the mall yesterday) and then it was time for my mom;' shopping.
Imagining it to be a pleasurable trip in the mall, I was shocked to know that we were going for plain old grocery shopping(ewww!). It was a ghastly experience(as usual) in the Taurus Canteen, which has achieved new levels of "sucking". Me and my cousin pushed the dilapidated trolleys through the roads and the pathways and it was a good arm workout(Looking on the brighter side!). The canteen was was a mess with items strewed all over, old people running amok and crazy females in coats trying to break the line!
After hours of trudging along, the torture ended and we came home for a homely lunch as my poor cousin took in the role of a coolie, carrying all the bags up.
Then the three of us settled in the living room, darkened it and then sat on the couch to watch the Social network again, chomping on goodies that we had whisked from the cupboard.
And then it stuck! The damn migraine again which had been annoying me for the past two days. so I had to abandon my place on the couch and retreat into the darkness and warmth of my room to sleep it off.Something which becomes an arduous task as my head beats from inside and every sound and movement is magnified 100 times.
And now I am awake, waiting for another set of cousins to come and eat the delicious chocolate cake in the fridge!

Why I hate customer Care

Everyone hates customer care.Those pesky people who call you at the most inappropriate time and keep blabbering in you ear about some product or a new scheme. Most of the time I politely shut them off but today afternoon they really annoyed me.
I was blissfully texting my hot neighbour, who was replying to me at the same speed and I was in heaven when this idiotic person from DishTV decides to call me a chat about the new connection I had ordered. Since it was something relevant, i listened to him jabber on and on about the new schemes and the details on my form and all assorted crap while my phone buzzed repeatedly indicating that new messages were streaming in regularly.
I was running out of patience when the nerve of the man! he decided to put me on hold while he went to get more "details about the package I was buying". Arrgh!!! My patience was zapped up and I was praying that my neighbour doesn't think i was blowing him off.
So after an hour of pure telephonic torture, I returned to check the messages on my cell, which were plenty but my neighbour was now missing.Probably off somewhere.
So here I was, back in my Single world all thanks to the great DishTV customer person who had informed me that he would call me up again tomorrow to let me know more details.
I can't wait.NOT.

A long long time

After a hiatus of...a very long time, thanks primarily to my fifth semester, I am back!
Yesterday was the last theory exam and deviating from tradition, where I generally rush back home at the first moment, I decided to go out with my girls.
We had a whole girlie evening planned with haircuts and beauty salons and as we stepped into the Jawed Habib's  haircut box(that's what it looked like!) we were met with a large crowd.
Three of us decided to go for it with me and sancho going in first. The hair cutter(because i don't know what they are called!) was decent enough(atleast mine was)while Sancho's decided to flirt with her and test her knowledge on different haircuts!
We window shopped, waited for Su to finish her burger, grouped over a single box of Hot Garlic noodles and walked till the metro station.
It was great to have 10-10 with us which was a complete surprise. And the whole time, in the metro, on the road, in the mall, we talked and laughed. A start to a great holiday where I have decided not to run away from Delhi and instead revel in the chilly wintry mist of Delhi.
Next on the itinerary: Multiple piercings on the 6th!

From Punjab, with Love

Last week the first wedding of the family's wedding season Kicked off with my cousin getting hitched in Amritsar. It was a standard affair with loud raucous, wild dances and heavy party food. The highlight of the event was the absence of single cousins and only three of us turned up.So we were bunched up with the kids on the sidelines. The new family generation has finally sprung up with my latest niece being born just a day before the festivities kicked off.With a tally of six, I now have a healthy brood of young kids who i can finally call cute(I am tempted to kick other small kids).
I fell in love with Punjab last week. The atmosphere, the happy go lucky people, the feel of the environment and the FOOD! The place has to be on the list of everyone's Top Places to Visit. En route to Amritsar, we encountered roadside eateries which balanced their lack of hygiene with pure charismatic smile and hospitality. The many mustard fields on either side of the road reminded me of DDLJ and many suck movies.Trucks with funny quotes on them and the incomprehensible Punjabi language, where my exploits with it left many of the elders in hysterics!!
A funny thing about this state is the way people start dancing.At first it is scary and then becomes funny when they start making loud noises in tune with the music. I still fail to understand why people in Punjab find it necessary to lift their foot up, wave their hands and jump in sync with each other. Such jumps are sometimes followed by an intense exercise routine on the floor a la sit ups. At least the girls maintain some decorum while dancing and cease their footwork.
Marriages they say are made in heaven but Indian Weddings are the way to go.!!

Gastronomic Disaster of DTU. x-(

Never before had I been in a relationship with a toilet and trust me it is not very pleasant. Welcome to the DTU Girl's Hostel, Home to the homeless junk and the place to dispose off your kitchen garbage.
Despite the many attempts to mask the oh-so-tempting odour emanating from the food, we have as of yet succeeded in only annoying the mess staff who insist on calling us "shishter" in that weirdly annoying, condescending tone of theirs.
And to satisfy our hunger, we are offered ultra watery Dal, dry vegetables with potato as their ring leader and murky, stinky sweet-dish which tastes like rubber once it starts getting cold.We wonder where they get their ration from.The land of the rotting Rations..??
Not only have they managed to scare away good food, they have also succeeded in giving much more business to the roadside eateries that plague the university and the humble mech canteen. So now I not only remember the menu of the canteen but also have become proficient in giving advice to the many hunger struck girls.! Ha!!
As for the mess menu is concerned, I am least bothered by the trash they serve us, when they use crappy stuff as they do, every other food item causes the girls to rush into the toilet and spend their time admiring the yellowing walls in the fading light.
For weight watchers like me, this has become an easy excuse to ditch food and not get scoldings from people around me. A diet on the go..!
Go DTU mess!! and help me drop off those pounds..!!!