of honest and not-honest

yesterday was not a good day. As it is there is no love left to be lost between me and the male species. Of whatever little is left, quite a lot was lost yeasterday. I dont have too high an opinion of men, but my friend's husband hitting on me, was a real low point. I havent even met him for more than an hour. And this was a person who appears nice and shy types with a clean image. Makes me wonder, whom to trust and whom not to and if at all, then how to trust? With such disguised creepy guys around.

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Kaurvika got her exam papers back and got a 9 on the test. Here is her story:
"I got the paper and I had a 10/10. But then I saw that I had done something wrong and mam had overlooked it. So I went and told her that you have not cut my marks for this."

the teacher was really impressed with this show of honesty and told her, and I quote Kaurvika, "honest is good". And then she announced in front of the whole class how kaurvika has done a wonderful thing. And kaurvika was proud of herself.

woww...I hope she learns better as she grows up. Like my dad says so often "hamare bacche kisi kaam ke nahi hain"

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I would like to believe that the innocent "honest is good" had a special meaning yesterday.

300 words just dont do it

...but unfortunately thats all i get to tell a stranger who has never seen me (and maybe never will) to tell about my past, where i want to go in life and how ISB will help me get there. How is it even possible?

The first draft I wrote had above 1000 words. Then I shortened and got it down to 750. But below that, I had to chop out some serious information. I dont know if I get the point across now since Ive reduced it to 300 words.

If you ever happen to read my earlier posts, you'll know that I am a sucker for rambling. I go on and on like crazy people. People have to come and hand cuff me and tie me down to my bed so that I'd stop writing.

And now I am supposed to describe my 3 distinguishing qualities in 300 words. I say "Im a good girl" and boom! 300 words over.

But then a girl has to do what she has to do. I've finished my first draft. Cant say about the content and the impact though. After all, what will the adcom think of me if I just get to say "Im a good girl"? They'll probably stretch and yawn and say "lady, the world is full of good girls"...and then in the extended stretch, they'll push my application in the dust bin.

Another blow to the fragile male ego!

This time, its the scientists who have landed the blow.

Men are mostly redundant in the current scheme of things. Except for procreation ofcourse, that too, just one of their cells. Get offended for all I care, but I have held this belief for past many years now.

Take a typical urban setting. The woman earns, the woman cleans, the woman cooks, the woman gives birth, the woman feeds and takes care of and raises the child. All this while the man could be sitting and drinking his ass off in a bar. He is redundant. His only role was the ten minutes it took him to provide his swimmers.

And even that is taken away from him now. Sperm cells can technically be generated from stem cells in the lab. Ha!

Ok men can be useful too. A man and woman come together many times. A very small fraction of that is to actually create babies. So there you go.

However, there is a thing about evolution. It phases out the redundant. Body hair, wisdom teeth, sharp canines, claws and suchlike. The man now has no real use. Except being a boy toy. Every woman likes those.

So do the maths yourself. Who is going and who is staying on?

Monkeys and the people who matter

Have you have ever wondered why when a bus full of people falls into a river, we just say "too bad" and turn to some other section of the newspaper? The same people who would be enraged to the point of wanting to kill the teacher who shouted at their sister would be quite okay if a plane full of other people's sisters crashes in mid-air.

Well, if you have wondered, then I have this interesting read for you.

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Btw, if I am in your monkeysphere, I have started my mba apps and im getting killed by all the writing i am doing. Its amazing how much time I can spend on finding the perfect word or framing the right sentence. And see, no slang.