I am so furious I could possible beat this person up. God he infuriates me with his Country attitudes, rude obnoxious and freakin' condescending nature.
What in the blooming blazes does the nincompoop think about himself?
That just because he’s got male genital organs, he is more of a man.
Ha ha ha …how far from the truth.
I’ve not met a man who is more inadequate and more insecure about his job than he is.
Ever since I stepped in to my work I’ve had one obstacle after the other particularly with this ...this...this...this....Male thing ......that I just refuse to address by name.
Simply because he does not deserve it. I’d rather call him .........his royal slimyness.
Can you believe it he has a problem only, with me. ......Why?
Because I speak better English than he does?
Or because I complete my sentences without stammering and spluttering all over the place?
Or because I don’t have to be Einstein to figure out human sensitivity?
So I figure people out better and they like me better?
Well guess what dirt eater( changed his name again) you either have it or you don’t.
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RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Screaming at the top of my lungs really felt Good?
Breathe in
breathe out.....breathe in ....breath out....
Stillness
Calm
So ................here’s what I’ve to tell you, you worthless man.
All your juvenile attempts at upsetting me or throwing me off my course ....is in vain.
Cause at the end of the day I know...... I’m a hundred times better than you are and thats what gets you plotting and planning to aggravate me.
So I know the day we are at peace I must have fallen to your level of slime.
So until then keep up your good job of annoying me because then I know I’m doing it right.
Signing off the best darn thing that happened to mankind
Sapna
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
The Dancing Cook
Ada the grey haired little cook marched into her kitchen. She slammed the door behind her to keep out the screaming icy wind. At once she felt the warmth seep into her bones. The fire kept warm the large cauldron of her magical broth. Her eyes shone and her cheeks dimpled when the kettle welcomed her with a soft whistle.
She hustled over to the other room grabbing a cool pan from the army of pots and pans that served her. They caught flashes of light on their shiny bodies.
The moment she placed the pan over the fire she started a secret dance chuckling as she remembered the stories of yester years. She threw an assortment of spices into the pan. The flame leapt high and caste a shadowy dance on the ceiling as the curry bubbled and burst in the pan. She dabbed in a ladle into her spicy mix. The aroma wafted around her little nose. She sniffed and then dipped the spoon into her mouth and savored the hot salty taste. Then as suddenly as she had started her dance, there was stillness.
She hustled over to the other room grabbing a cool pan from the army of pots and pans that served her. They caught flashes of light on their shiny bodies.
The moment she placed the pan over the fire she started a secret dance chuckling as she remembered the stories of yester years. She threw an assortment of spices into the pan. The flame leapt high and caste a shadowy dance on the ceiling as the curry bubbled and burst in the pan. She dabbed in a ladle into her spicy mix. The aroma wafted around her little nose. She sniffed and then dipped the spoon into her mouth and savored the hot salty taste. Then as suddenly as she had started her dance, there was stillness.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Why I Couldn't Blog
The fag end of my life of 2007 was a marathon run.... it was tragedy after tragedy followed by calamities. But the last 2 weeks of December and the start of January saw a change in my never ending flow of bad luck. Suddenly Good things started to happen. I know something great is in store for me this year.
Anyways what i really wanna say is I'm back.
So be prepared Mon Amies as da Queen takes center stage yet again.
Anyways what i really wanna say is I'm back.
So be prepared Mon Amies as da Queen takes center stage yet again.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Ma Vie
Mon ami, Bungi, a inspiré moi pour écrire dans une autre langue.
La vie est étrange. Quelquefois agréable, quelquefois triste.
Vous aimez quelqu'un. vous devriez être heureux encore que vous êtes si tristes.
Les gens vous demandent, pourquoi vous faites des choses étranges? Évader. Soyez heureux.
Comment étrange quand vous êtes tristes vous souriez toujours et simulez que tout est bien avec le monde.
Est cette vie ? Pourquoi menons-nous de telles vies artificielles ?
Y a-il n'importe quel point alors si votre vie est un grand mensonge..... Quelle est la vérité dans cela ?
Pourquoi écris-je dans une langue qu'aucun homme ne peut comprendre ?
Simplement parce que je suis désespéré pour enlever ce masque et encore j'ai peur d'exposer.
Mon Dieu aidez-moi s'il vous plaît..... Je mens et dis que tout est sur de bons termes avec le monde et ma vie quand ce n'est pas.
Mais tout ce que je peux dire est..... C'est la vie!
La vie est étrange. Quelquefois agréable, quelquefois triste.
Vous aimez quelqu'un. vous devriez être heureux encore que vous êtes si tristes.
Les gens vous demandent, pourquoi vous faites des choses étranges? Évader. Soyez heureux.
Comment étrange quand vous êtes tristes vous souriez toujours et simulez que tout est bien avec le monde.
Est cette vie ? Pourquoi menons-nous de telles vies artificielles ?
Y a-il n'importe quel point alors si votre vie est un grand mensonge..... Quelle est la vérité dans cela ?
Pourquoi écris-je dans une langue qu'aucun homme ne peut comprendre ?
Simplement parce que je suis désespéré pour enlever ce masque et encore j'ai peur d'exposer.
Mon Dieu aidez-moi s'il vous plaît..... Je mens et dis que tout est sur de bons termes avec le monde et ma vie quand ce n'est pas.
Mais tout ce que je peux dire est..... C'est la vie!
Thursday, June 7, 2007
Hey alien, watch it!
Do you know what the synonym for ‘Alien’ is in the thesaurus?
It is: foreigner, greenhorn, guest, immigrant, intruder, invader, migrant, non-citizen, outsider, stranger, and visitor.
Now if you were a visitor in a foreign country, would you not give the local people or the natives the respect they deserve? Would you not say please and thank you; as they, showered their hospitalities on you?
Last night the girls and I went to see The Pirates of the Caribbean …..Ooh la oh la….Johnny Depp is gonna be my next topic.
Anyways, while we were at the theatre, there was this bunch of foreign kids who sat two rows behind us. Firstly they come into the movie real late. Then they giggle, laugh and talk loudly as they balance their popcorns and coke’s and noisily find their seat oblivious to the glares and shushing hurled at them. Did I forget to mention that they were all girls and stereotyped into the Barbie category? Besides that, they seemed to exude a certain jarring garish trait, which comes from having too much cotton fluff between their ears; rather than the normal intellect that most of us are blessed with.
Well, as if their noisy banter towards the start of the movie was not enough, I was later told by one of my girlfriends that they were busy cussing and using foul language thinking they were being super cool. They seemed to be insensitive to the fact that there were families and children around them. Once I heard it my patience seemed to have sunk even lower.
Ok, so here we were, my girlfriends and I, we had a superb time at the movies and were strolling out of the theatre content with life in general. We were waiting patiently waiting for the crowd in front of us to disperse as we strolled laughing and in good humor to our respective vehicles in the parking lot. When out of nowhere, these same foreign girls barge into our way and try to shove my friend and me off their paths by repeatedly saying, “Move, move, move, move” in an obnoxiously accented tone.
What can I say…. wrong person, wrong move? Well I asked in my nastiest and meanest voice….. ‘Want to watch where you step B#t@h?” All four of them turned around and rolled their eyes in contempt at me….how dare they….in my turf…in my land ….how dare they?
So I let go with a verbal attack or two….come on seriously…. I don’t remember how many I let them have….but it was enough to get them running for cover.
That’s right you B with them Itches! Don’t you dare mess around with me in my country!!! Yep I’m a racist…in my own ways….. And I hate the attitude where superior white skin rules over darker anytime and anywhere.
Look it’s not like I hate white skins…..that’s so untrue….I’ve some real close friends who are westerners from U.K to Ireland to America to Korea to Germany to Italy to Canada to Australia to across the globe….and I love them to bits. But they love me and respect me.
Yes important point being Respect for the Human Race.
It is: foreigner, greenhorn, guest, immigrant, intruder, invader, migrant, non-citizen, outsider, stranger, and visitor.
Now if you were a visitor in a foreign country, would you not give the local people or the natives the respect they deserve? Would you not say please and thank you; as they, showered their hospitalities on you?
Last night the girls and I went to see The Pirates of the Caribbean …..Ooh la oh la….Johnny Depp is gonna be my next topic.
Anyways, while we were at the theatre, there was this bunch of foreign kids who sat two rows behind us. Firstly they come into the movie real late. Then they giggle, laugh and talk loudly as they balance their popcorns and coke’s and noisily find their seat oblivious to the glares and shushing hurled at them. Did I forget to mention that they were all girls and stereotyped into the Barbie category? Besides that, they seemed to exude a certain jarring garish trait, which comes from having too much cotton fluff between their ears; rather than the normal intellect that most of us are blessed with.
Well, as if their noisy banter towards the start of the movie was not enough, I was later told by one of my girlfriends that they were busy cussing and using foul language thinking they were being super cool. They seemed to be insensitive to the fact that there were families and children around them. Once I heard it my patience seemed to have sunk even lower.
Ok, so here we were, my girlfriends and I, we had a superb time at the movies and were strolling out of the theatre content with life in general. We were waiting patiently waiting for the crowd in front of us to disperse as we strolled laughing and in good humor to our respective vehicles in the parking lot. When out of nowhere, these same foreign girls barge into our way and try to shove my friend and me off their paths by repeatedly saying, “Move, move, move, move” in an obnoxiously accented tone.
What can I say…. wrong person, wrong move? Well I asked in my nastiest and meanest voice….. ‘Want to watch where you step B#t@h?” All four of them turned around and rolled their eyes in contempt at me….how dare they….in my turf…in my land ….how dare they?
So I let go with a verbal attack or two….come on seriously…. I don’t remember how many I let them have….but it was enough to get them running for cover.
That’s right you B with them Itches! Don’t you dare mess around with me in my country!!! Yep I’m a racist…in my own ways….. And I hate the attitude where superior white skin rules over darker anytime and anywhere.
Look it’s not like I hate white skins…..that’s so untrue….I’ve some real close friends who are westerners from U.K to Ireland to America to Korea to Germany to Italy to Canada to Australia to across the globe….and I love them to bits. But they love me and respect me.
Yes important point being Respect for the Human Race.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
My wild attempt at becoming an RJ
You know i actually sent this CV to Radio City a little while ago.
RadioCity: So if you believe you can make it BIG………
Me: I truly believe I can.
RadioCity: And you think you got what it takes………
Me: I think I do.
RadioCity: Then contact us ………
Me: So I am.
My name is Sapna Sera Abraham people call me Saps, Sappy, Sera or Girl (like I need someone to remind me of my gender......sheesh)
Well, I thought …is this a sign???? I was browsing the net and the radio city RJ thingy just jumped up on my screen (I’m kidding of course, I was literally doing a Google search)…so I thought to ma self…..Girl why don’t you try this thing….you always had the gift of the gab…
Like most other kids I had an education. I had parents nice enough to send me to an English medium school so I managed to finish my schooling at Union Christian Matriculation Higher Secondary School, Chennai. On passing out I thought I had conquered the world. Yes for me it was an achievement. Barely had I come out victorious out of this war when the army general and her lieutenant, (Mom and Dad in that order) decided that it was time to send me to torture camp. More Education.
So I was forced to do a degree in English literature. Why English in specific? Well that seemed to be the only language I spoke and being a drama queen my parents thought I would ace in Shakespearean Studies, Poetry and the likes. Little did they know there were other subjects such as History of English Literature, Linguistics, The origin of Grammar etc, etc.
I thought cruelty to children was banned. I should have a filed a case against my parents and the educational institute for the abuse and battering caused to such a delicate, beautiful mind such as mine. No I thought they will not destroy me I will survive. So I did. I passed out of English literature with average scores like an average kid from the Madras Christian College.
But the journey was lonely, dark and deep. I managed to break every rule in the book. So after rebelling with the authorities, fighting for my freedom by leading strikes and demonstrations (yeah I wish) I finally managed to scrape through without being suspended. But here I was a fresh graduate, older, wiser and at cross roads again. But this time without the slightest clue of what I wanted to do with my life.
My first job in a multinational company GE Hyderabad, I lasted a year and half which is a record time for me…..having an extremely active and creative mind any kind of monotony tends to drive me nuts. So I came back screaming to save my mind and besides I also missed the heat, the sweat and the auto drivers in good old chennai.
Once I got back to Chennai, my big mouth helped me get on stage. Oh yeah! It was theatre all the way. They don’t call me drama queen for nothing. And what’s more all the productions I ever got involved with were all musicals. Boy, you should have seen me singing a tune and shaking a leg……I loved the attention and the popularity it brought. But man cannot live by talent alone.
So here’s where I stepped into my second job, I got into advertising……my creative ability actually got me a job as a copy writer……see you can live on talent alone.
Then I decided to do something crazy. It was more a case of self abuse. Yep, I took the first step towards more mental torture. I sure tried to pursue my Master’s in English. After two years of O.D’ing. Please don’t ask me what happened I’d rather not talk about it. During my master’s I took up a keen sport of juggling and seemed to have become an expert in it. I was juggling theatre, studies and jobs as freelance consultant.
After that, up until today I’ve been working as a corporate trainer…oh yeah talking my mouth off too bozo’s not smart enough to do it themselves. Just kidding I must say I love it……but since my creative juices are not being challenged, I feel like I need to challenge myself.
So here I am hoping and wondering that I fit the bill that you require for a Radio Jockey.
Oh and by the way if you think I suck please do call me to let me know that too……because unfortunately I have this clingy friend called Hope, I really need to convince her in case I don’t make it.
Needless to say I never heard from them....
Too wild for their taste I suppose??!!!???
Anyways I had fun writing it.
RadioCity: So if you believe you can make it BIG………
Me: I truly believe I can.
RadioCity: And you think you got what it takes………
Me: I think I do.
RadioCity: Then contact us ………
Me: So I am.
My name is Sapna Sera Abraham people call me Saps, Sappy, Sera or Girl (like I need someone to remind me of my gender......sheesh)
Well, I thought …is this a sign???? I was browsing the net and the radio city RJ thingy just jumped up on my screen (I’m kidding of course, I was literally doing a Google search)…so I thought to ma self…..Girl why don’t you try this thing….you always had the gift of the gab…
Like most other kids I had an education. I had parents nice enough to send me to an English medium school so I managed to finish my schooling at Union Christian Matriculation Higher Secondary School, Chennai. On passing out I thought I had conquered the world. Yes for me it was an achievement. Barely had I come out victorious out of this war when the army general and her lieutenant, (Mom and Dad in that order) decided that it was time to send me to torture camp. More Education.
So I was forced to do a degree in English literature. Why English in specific? Well that seemed to be the only language I spoke and being a drama queen my parents thought I would ace in Shakespearean Studies, Poetry and the likes. Little did they know there were other subjects such as History of English Literature, Linguistics, The origin of Grammar etc, etc.
I thought cruelty to children was banned. I should have a filed a case against my parents and the educational institute for the abuse and battering caused to such a delicate, beautiful mind such as mine. No I thought they will not destroy me I will survive. So I did. I passed out of English literature with average scores like an average kid from the Madras Christian College.
But the journey was lonely, dark and deep. I managed to break every rule in the book. So after rebelling with the authorities, fighting for my freedom by leading strikes and demonstrations (yeah I wish) I finally managed to scrape through without being suspended. But here I was a fresh graduate, older, wiser and at cross roads again. But this time without the slightest clue of what I wanted to do with my life.
My first job in a multinational company GE Hyderabad, I lasted a year and half which is a record time for me…..having an extremely active and creative mind any kind of monotony tends to drive me nuts. So I came back screaming to save my mind and besides I also missed the heat, the sweat and the auto drivers in good old chennai.
Once I got back to Chennai, my big mouth helped me get on stage. Oh yeah! It was theatre all the way. They don’t call me drama queen for nothing. And what’s more all the productions I ever got involved with were all musicals. Boy, you should have seen me singing a tune and shaking a leg……I loved the attention and the popularity it brought. But man cannot live by talent alone.
So here’s where I stepped into my second job, I got into advertising……my creative ability actually got me a job as a copy writer……see you can live on talent alone.
Then I decided to do something crazy. It was more a case of self abuse. Yep, I took the first step towards more mental torture. I sure tried to pursue my Master’s in English. After two years of O.D’ing. Please don’t ask me what happened I’d rather not talk about it. During my master’s I took up a keen sport of juggling and seemed to have become an expert in it. I was juggling theatre, studies and jobs as freelance consultant.
After that, up until today I’ve been working as a corporate trainer…oh yeah talking my mouth off too bozo’s not smart enough to do it themselves. Just kidding I must say I love it……but since my creative juices are not being challenged, I feel like I need to challenge myself.
So here I am hoping and wondering that I fit the bill that you require for a Radio Jockey.
Oh and by the way if you think I suck please do call me to let me know that too……because unfortunately I have this clingy friend called Hope, I really need to convince her in case I don’t make it.
Needless to say I never heard from them....
Too wild for their taste I suppose??!!!???
Anyways I had fun writing it.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
I'm OK
I'm hitting my late 20's and it's speeding in closer by the minute. Heck was it just yesterday when this teen Barbie bimbo called me auntie?
Wow I never thought I'd loose my temper that fast. Thank God for good friends who put a "leash" on me and send the flustered "16 something Miss perfect figure" off telling her not to take it personal and that i was just rabid.
Grrrr Auntie my foot.
Ok so maybe I've got a few extra tyres round by girth in the last one year. Well i bake the best chocolate cakes and pies in the world. So that tallies for my lack of waistline that screams @$##^%$^%&^!!!! Instead of the perfect 26!!
Ok so maybe I lack that beautiful luscious mane to toss over my shoulder and casually throw sultry looks at men. What the heck!!! I've got Curls Curls and more Curls. Cut short to the skull and its been declared as the most lovable and ruffled head among my friends. So that's ok to.
Ok so maybe i get an allergy when I think of a diet or organic food or even salads. Someone has got to value the richness and beauty of ice-creams, hamburgers dripping with extra cheese, choco chip cookies, chicken roast, lemon tarts, fish pie, pot roast ...aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh the beauty of rich glorious food. Do i dare hold them in contempt and throw my nose up at them.
Ok so maybe i don't giggle daintily. What's the harm in a full throated laugh? Do you know how great it feels to snort like a pig and laugh till you think you are gonna die??? Hehehehehahahaha. Lung power!!!
Well i don't have a problem with me, and i dont give a rat's ass doing the twist either, if you've got a problem with me.
I'm OK. As a matter of fact I'm doing bloody good !!
Wow I never thought I'd loose my temper that fast. Thank God for good friends who put a "leash" on me and send the flustered "16 something Miss perfect figure" off telling her not to take it personal and that i was just rabid.
Grrrr Auntie my foot.
Ok so maybe I've got a few extra tyres round by girth in the last one year. Well i bake the best chocolate cakes and pies in the world. So that tallies for my lack of waistline that screams @$##^%$^%&^!!!! Instead of the perfect 26!!
Ok so maybe I lack that beautiful luscious mane to toss over my shoulder and casually throw sultry looks at men. What the heck!!! I've got Curls Curls and more Curls. Cut short to the skull and its been declared as the most lovable and ruffled head among my friends. So that's ok to.
Ok so maybe i get an allergy when I think of a diet or organic food or even salads. Someone has got to value the richness and beauty of ice-creams, hamburgers dripping with extra cheese, choco chip cookies, chicken roast, lemon tarts, fish pie, pot roast ...aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh the beauty of rich glorious food. Do i dare hold them in contempt and throw my nose up at them.
Ok so maybe i don't giggle daintily. What's the harm in a full throated laugh? Do you know how great it feels to snort like a pig and laugh till you think you are gonna die??? Hehehehehahahaha. Lung power!!!
Well i don't have a problem with me, and i dont give a rat's ass doing the twist either, if you've got a problem with me.
I'm OK. As a matter of fact I'm doing bloody good !!
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