Mind the Name Sir

I went to this wedding last weekend. All was the usual, as how an usual Malaysian Indian wedding reception will be. The decoration, the crowd, the delay etc.etc.etc.

But there was this one unusual thing that mad me gape wide open in the middle of the whole thing. They called upon this rather elderly uncle, very likely a family member or the family friend of the bride to give a toast or ‘bless’ the toast as they said it. All went well until he said the name of the bride…..THE WRONG NAME……….and 3 times at that!!! Hey, it is bad being called by the wrong name at your reception, while you are still standing up there. But to be repeatedly called wrongly??

The morale of the story is, don’t get memory challenged uncle or aunt to give a toast.

But I suppose most people who came forgot or didn’t realise it amongst the good food, the entertainment (they had a whole bunch of it) and the mingling around.

The bride and me won’t forget it though.

Genetic Mutation - Rudeness

Early morning commuting is where most of us try to get our groggy heads back into reality and try to sort of things in our head…some kind of day planning. Whereas some of us like to continue our slumber in the train or bus. Whatever that we decide to do it is our morning routine, habit, groove.



But the other day I found out that actually some homo sapiens are born with the genetic need to be rude to start their morning. I got into the train. There was a three seater chair with a vacant seat. One of the three seats was taken by a woman and the one next to her by her oversized bag. Since I get on the first station I just sat on the vacant seat and reclined into my own world trying to lay plans for the events of the day.

Two stations after, the train was starting to crowd. No one came looking for that seat occupied by that oversized bag, until the 4th station. A lady came up to the sleeping lady and asked to remove the bag. She asked so politely almost like in fear since she had to disturb the other lady’s slept. The next thing I heard brought my early morning drowsiness to a halt. ‘ Then my bag how?’…..silence………..silence…… So the new lady (who perhaps didn’t think she heard what she heard) once again asked her in an apologetic tone ‘Can I sit here?’. Once again ‘ Then my bag how?’ she repeated that 3 times. Another lady who was standing very sharply answered ‘put down lah. Seat is for people’. After throwing a threatening look and a few minutes later , the sleeping lady ( who was now irritatedly awake) took her bag away and let the new lady to sit. The standing lady continued to read. I woke up COMPLETELY!!

Well folks that’s another thing that makes you go duh??

I can even understand people treating their pets as their children or family…..but a worn-out oversized bag?? Perhaps the spirit of her dead grandma resides there…..perhaps the dead grandma herself is there!!! Well, the bag was big.

Creative advertisements

My morning drives to the train station and then the subsequent train ride to office must me one of the moments in life that I start pondering a lot.  Recently I heard a new ad on the radio.  The ad was recorded in tamil but I will translate it to the best of my ability .......The girl sounded like someone hip and happening sort of person.  She went on like ' Do you know why I like my boyfriend so much? Because as much care as he shows me, much more care he shows to his hair (this is where I go DUH??). One day it will be wet look and other day it would be spike.  He  is forever thrilling me with his style.  Thanks to 'the product  name'. Purely organic and natural'.  WHY on earth would someone fall in love with a guy just because he cares for his hair more than her?? And this actually shows her that he would care for her? How? By smothering her with the hair gel perhaps?

Ads like this makes one to think if the earth's resource of creative minds have been completely exhausted. 

Things That Make Me go ....Duh??

We all have it. That moment, when we go...'duh??' or 'what the heck?' or simply 'are you kidding me?'.  It's not like we are born here on the sole purpose of judging others.  I don't even what to do that actively.  But sometimes you are automatically made to do exactly that.....judge or criticise.  It's not to show your superiority, but to show that ' hey, I saw what you did and I don't think that is ok'. 

SO..

I start this blog for this purpose. To share with the world (or at least the handful of those who also say 'hey, I saw what you did and I don't think that is ok') things that makes no sense to me or subjects that I would like others to help me to make sense off.  And I also would like to find out what makes others go ..duh?

Hope I will find those who find this interesting enough to write in ..