These strips really are brilliant. That's one thing I think I severely lack as someone who's tried his hand at comic strips - using shared experience effectively. Something PhD comics, Calvin and Hobbes and xkcd all use very effectively.

In case anyone's remotely interested, I watched Aeris die too and did finish the game, by the way. Oh, and Rinoa - wayyhay better than Aeris, guys! I know none of my friends will really get this strip. It's about time you learned the wonder of RPGs, you little Sephiroth-spawns.

"Apparently God didn't consider cynicism when he gave us rays of hope..."
- Arjun Karande

"Why does melodrama have 'mellow' in it?"
- Arjun Karande

"When it's getting late, it mostly already is."
- Arjun Karande

Man, I think I should consider other professions.

I think I'm pregnant. I have this craving for lime juice suddenly...

In other laments, why do some people in India try to use English when they clearly can't? It's perfectly OK to be good at your native language and be proud of it, I would want to believe. Yet, even in the remotest corners of India, you'll find big sign boards in English when more than half the population around those parts cannot and doesn't care to understand what they say. Very strange.

This, of course, is totally unrelated to the situation in my house. We are a Maharashtrian family employing two Tamilian maids who converse in Kannada with each other in our house so that we can understand them too. Now that's just the beauty of India - why discard all that for English? In my defense, I blog in English because unfortunately it's the language in which I can best express myself. But that's what everyone else should do - use the language they can express themselves best with. That depends on the listener as much as the speaker, of course. Which brings me to the next paragraph.

Given that my company is American which has employees from all over India and visitors from beyond, I do cut the staff here some slack. So instead of protesting when I see their deformed notices and signboards, I just take a few photos and smile. Once in a while someone comes up to me and asks (in English of course) whether there's something wrong with the signboards. I say "Kaadu" and walk away.

Here's today's catch:

The first is our feedback register for the company's canteen. Apparently, Bock was fed. They just wanted to make sure you knew that.



And then, I was glad to know that when the company bathroom is under maintanse, we are duly informed. Why it is dangerous to enter the bathroom while it is under maintanse, I'll never know, though.


Cute skull huh?

On the way back from Jayanagar in an auto rickshaw - I was amused at how easy it was to find beauty in the smaller things. How at one point of time in the bigger scheme of things, you let yourself drown into the smallest of details - the way her fingers fold into yours; that single lock of hair that dangles down seperate from the rest; that wonderful smell of hers; that wonderful smile of hers; just how smooth and flawless her skin is.; the warmth of her hug; the way she shows she doesn't want to let you go at the end of the day, because there's never a tomorrow...

I understand now what great lovers meant when they said they could write epics about a single eyelash of the one they loved. I understand now, because I often find myself painting visual poetry in my head. I find myself smelling her in my mind, holding her close again, watching her smile. And smiling back.

Yup, I'm fucked up.