Raves and Rants

I'm not a small talker, I'm a big talker. Ask the homeless people I ignore asking me to buy them lunch, or was it train fare, or was it money to buy illegal substances? When I was new to NYC, I mistook the phrase on the small cardboard placard  next to the young lady sitting on the platform "Spare Change",  to imply she was giving away free change, and I looked at the dilapidated state of this relatively young lady with hair strewn all over her face and head bent, and asked my self why was she giving out free change? She could certainly use the change, I mean next to parking meters she would do much better trying to part with that change; and more importantly why aren't people rushing to get this so called "Spare Change". Then, I saw it, people dropping change in her coffee cup, as they went there merry ways. Yes, This is the kind of clueless I am. Subways are no talk zone, let alone small talk, unless you're the hobo in the corner mumbling to his ...

Falls here, and the PSL (pumkin spice lattes) are brewing , yum! Halloween is a few days away, and I for one am happy that it will be done soon, 'coz looking at Grim Reapers in people's front yards with sickles and daggers- call me crazy, aren't my thing. Do we constantly need a reminder of our mortality in a painstakingly tacky way? I wonder, and although I can get behind the whole- Pumpkin this and Pumpkin that, except -pumpkin spiced pumpkin seeds. Really? Honestly we should may be make the same case for apple too. Why should the healthy one not get the spotlight here, too. Also, whats with the less than underwhelming costumes, inappropriate I know is the aim, but in my mind theres a cardinal rule, pls ppl, Do Not mess up the princess costumes my innocent ones watch ? I saw a grown man with Moana costume, and my heart broke at the state of Moana in a bad costume, or maybe its the other way around. Anyhoo, I went into the heart of the city yesterday, NYC, rocks, always,...

I went to school in the Midwest, in a small for now unnamed town in Ohio. I told Betty - nice lady in my cafeteria dorm ONCE, in a daze, or maybe I was sleepy, that I was from India. My dorm was nicknamed "the Virgin dorm", more on that some time later, but suffice to say that it was a dorm where not many people know that India, is not the size of Ohio and chances are the people who live on the other side of town, from me are not long lost acquaintances, from back home. So the reason why we stumbled into this particular intercourse, was becoz I mentioned to Betty- my lunch lady/ the one who stares at me so much I  think I'm wearing my clothes inside out- that I dont eat pork and that if she could let me know the complicated strognoff dish being lumped on to the bowls was vegetarian? That simple question turned into this whole thing, bout people she knows who are from that part of India she couldn't pronounce, but she will find out about it and let me know, and maybe t...