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You know you’re gay when…

14 Jul

You read “Dhoni topples Sachin” as “Dhoni, topless Sachin” (Though Sachin Tendulkar topless? Eww!)

You interpret “Sonam does some PR” as Sonam Kapoor having logged on to Planet Romeo.

For all the lucky ones out there…

24 Mar

A pretty lady dropped this into my inbox this morning, asking to put it up in my blog. The text is self-explanatory.

I don’t know if any of my (7) readers fall into this category, but if there IS anyone who this applies to, holler so that I know you exist!

Engaged volunteers needed!

I am looking for volunteers for a study of attitudes towards marriage and parenthood among engaged couples.  The study consists of a 25-30 minute online survey. To qualify for the study, you must be 20-35 years old, live in the U.S., and plan to marry or have a commitment ceremony within the next 365 days. You and your romantic partner must not have children, and this must be the first marriage for both of you.

You can:

-Help a doctoral candidate;

-Increase the pool of scientific knowledge;

-Support research on marriage and families; and

-Spend some time thinking about your relationship!

I am working with Dr. Charlotte J. Patterson, a Professor of Psychology at the University of Virginia.  This study has been approved by the University of Virginia Institutional Review Board #2009025800.

If you and/or your romantic partner are interested in participating or want further information, please email me at survey.couples@gmail.com.  I will send you a link that you can use to access the study.


Cristina Reitz-Krueger

Doctoral Student

University of Virginia

(434) 243-8558


Ode to a watchmaker

24 Feb

I’m not much of a watch-person. I don’t know why but I simply don’t fancy them. Given all the money in the world, I’d never venture to acquire a collection. So it’s of little surprise that when the strap on my 4-year old excessively-scratched watch went broke for the third time some months ago, I didn’t bother buying a new one but set out to look for a watchmaker to spring on a new strap.

I don’t know how it is that I encountered that little shop in a run-down building hidden behind another relatively run-down building, after failing to find the relatively renowned store in the small town near my University.
For some reason I was drawn towards that shop, and months later, my mind ceases to forget that day (a feat quite unheard of for my memory). But something about that shop, and its owner was so old-world and so un-commercial. He did not try to hardsell, he did not give any “assurances” about what he was selling me. I asked him for a strap, he placed everything that he had before me, I selected, he wordlessly obliged. No frowns, no frustration, no impatience. He was a man who was so content with what he was, what he had. No grudge against those who had commercialized his profession, and cut into his income. Simplicity, sincerity, humility. A common man. It was as if he hadn’t stepped out there and seen the Titan’s and the Fast-tracks. Except that he had, and he wasn’t bothered.

It was once again one of those moments where I felt like emptying out my entire wallet for him, as an attempt at not charity, but compensation for all the business that he’d lost owing to our fascination with branded-wear. Quite the way all the shoe-makers were wiped out the day we developed a fascination for sneakers.

Maybe someday, if I’m able to return to that small watchmaker’s shop, I will. And buy a watch or two.

It can be a most unpleasant experience…

4 Nov

… when you’re on the last few pages of the Agatha Christie novel that you’ve been reading for a rather longish time, have arrived at a most critical juncture in the novel, you’re just about to turn the page… and a most frightfully ugly black insect, with the appearance of an overgrown ladybird (only darker, and I cannot stress it enough – uglier) comes crawling over the edge of the page.

As is customary in the circumstances, you let out a soft, yet masculine shriek and fling the book towards the other corner of the room. Then you recover from shock, and glare at the book waiting for your assailant to emerge from under it. Yet, it does not emerge.

You jump up and start brushing your clothes, terrified that it somehow made its way onto your person. The frantic search is traumatic, terrifying. After 5 minutes of search, you look around, and look at the vicious insect climbing a distant wall. How did it reach all the way there? You don’t know, and you cannot ask it either, because in a flash, you’ve brought an end to it’s oh-so-lustrous life, collected it with a sheet of paper and cremated it in your fishbowl.

Oh well, at least Marcello is pleased.

What’s the damn word!

28 Sep

So I spent an evening a few days ago at Pankaj’s place. Pankaj is taking his GRE in a few days, so naturally, since the two of us were dropping in unannounced, we only considered it appropriate to help him out with the word-lists. Thankfully, I was on the side of the book that had the meanings on it, so I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself. Mind, I said too much. A few years ago, my reputation, owing to my command on English, would precede me. There was little basis to it, of course, since though I confess I was better than the average, I was not too brilliant. Nonetheless, I’ve never been as close to the average as I have become off-late.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. I came back home, decided to pick up the GRE book and run through the wordlists, just to familiarize myself with some of the words that I don’t use anymore simply because I haven’t in a long time, and thus are missing from daily usage. (I did take the liberty, of course, of skipping words that no sane human being uses in conversation.) The vocabulary, quite like the mind, atrophies with disuse.

I thought I’d write out 10 new words every week on a piece of paper and stick it somewhere I’d see it often, and then I realized the single flaw in the plan. I’d never look at it, even if it was under my nose, and I’d never change the list.

But then, change is exactly what I need in life. Change my ways. Challenge my weaknesses. For better or for worse… anything but stagnate.

Expect usage of fancier words in this space, hence. If it doesn’t happen, demand it!


Here’s another example of my commitment to change. I wrote this post out, read it once, found it boring and pressed “Delete”. In the fraction of a second that it takes to delete the post, I selected the text of the post and made a copy.

So what if it’s boring? I needn’t write to entertain all the time! At the worst, dull posts will lose me a few readers. Big deal… at least I have my dignity!

(or something like that)

Why I’m likely to be charged with outraging the modesty of a woman, sooner or later…

11 Apr

So I was seated next to a casual friend in class, this morning. She was bored, and I was bored. So she picked up her pen and started making some graffiti on my arm.

Me – Stop it!
Her – What…
Me – Stop leaving those marks on my arm
Her – Heehee…
Me – If you want to give me marks, give me a different kind…
Her – Huh?
Me – Give me Stretch marks!
Her – *embarrassed smile*
Me – Come on now, give me stretch marks… Make me pregnant!
Her – *Laughs*

I have a rather nasty feeling that I’ll use my humor on someone not equipped well enough to withstand the subtle profanity. Or explicit profanity. And these sort of cracks only come forth in the company of the ladies… Sigh!

5 Mar

What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?

Your Blog Should Be Orange
Your writing has a star quality – it’s charming, bold, and flamboyant.
You write what’s on your mind, without fear of embarrassment later.
You are one of the most honest bloggers around, and people appreciate your daring persona.

Oh, hah! I didn’t know that 🙂