If jet-lag didn't exist, man would have to invent it. I may be up since 3AM, but later this morning, the entire household - including the Bihari "temp" - will be showering me with sympathy, hot coffee and breakfast in bed. All this will change when my sleep cycle is restored, of course. The sympathy will be replaced with harsh, cold orders to visit so-and-so for lunch. The hot coffee will turn lukewarm (and sweet - ugh) and I will be asked to eat at the table. Maybe even the Bihari temp will stop laughing at my jokes delivered in "bhaiyyaese".
The day I can sleep at night, I am just like everyone else. *Sob*.
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Someone tell me if I am wrong: there is a *desperate* need for a good newspaper in this country. You know, something for us grown-ups. Serious news, serious analysis. That means no fucking Garfield, no horoscopes, no dieting tips written by film stars but most of all, a newspaper that runs STORIES WITH CORRECT ENGLISH OR AT LEAST CORRECT PUNCTUATION, FOR GOD'S SAKE.
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To save tigers, we must kill them. They mistook this tiger for a man-eater and shot him to death. Sweet. And you thought wildlife conservation was difficult?
4 comments:
oy! leave Garfield alone. That cat is frequently the most intelligent thing in the paper.
this is a holiday, right? and you don't want to be entertained by comic strips and horoscopes? Or by film stars?
*shakes head in disbelief*
Someone tell me if I am wrong: there is a *desperate* need for a good newspaper in this country.
uh oh. here comes rahul with his Hindu rant again.
Falstaff: yes, but Odie pulls down the average.
space bar: if only there was a comic strip about horoscope-reading film stars....
TR: :) I was going to break out into a rave about The Statesman. Then I remembered I haven't read that paper in like 20 years.
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