I have absolutely no interest in politics or people who dabble in it. But the news abounds with interesting things. Even the normally 'I-care-a-damn-ers' are yapping about it, including me.
President Chavez is the new hero around here. Everyone's raving about his
'Sulfur-ous' speech at the United Nations yesterday. Everyone wants to read Noam Chomsky's book.
"'This is another abuse and another abuse of power on the part of the devil,'" Chavez said. 'It smells of sulfur here, but God is with us and I embrace you all.' www.smh.com hehe. Did anyone check for cloven hoof marks on the carpet?
"Many diplomats in the vaulted chamber laughed and clapped." - Hah! So it's not only us poor third-world citizens who're tickled by the President's speech.
"I accuse the American Government of protecting terrorists and of having a completely cynical discourse." - When will the finger-pointing ever end? Who's got WMD, who's harboring terrorists, who's got an illicit, sexual relationship with bodyguard, chauffeur, intern, whoever. Who blames them? I'd like to have a hot, movie-star-hero-type bodyguard and then have a secret, sinful relationship with him myself :D
"The US ambassador to the UN, John Bolton, said: 'We're not going to address that sort of comic-strip approach to international affairs.'" Kind of funny, that coming from the same people who told President Musharraf
"Be prepared to be bombed. Be prepared to go back to the Stone Age." That all sounds equally comical to me. Talk about diplomacy! (Of course, President Musharraf could've been lying about Armitage. If he was, what a lie to be brewed up by a president of a country! And if he was telling the truth, what a thing to say for the Assistant Secretary of State of the greatest nation in the world!)
I turned down this movie-dinner invitation last Sunday because when I saw the 'guest list,' I saw that majority of them were 'big' people - executive types, managers, directors et al. And I told my friend I want to avoid these kind of get-togethers as much as I can because it's too stressful continously trying to say the right things, trying to be clever and witty, trying to mask the uninterested, kind of dumb girl inside, and wracking your brains trying to come up with the right answers and the right words to use. And I end up being miserable by the end of it all.
Now I'm starting to wonder why I let these things bother me...if heads of states and presidents can talk this way, it should be excusable for an obscure, common, unknown citizen like me to spout nonsense 24-7. I can go wherever, with whoever, say whatever. And not worry about my limited vocabulary. My lack of manners. My often-tasteless choice of word or language. And rejoice in my anonymity. And revel in my stupidity.
Was tired. Was supposed to leave office at 4. Left at 6 because of extra work. Akshay's. Not mine. Drive was too long. Too much traffic. Lost all my enthusiasm on the way to the club. Akshay tried cheering Tina and me up by taking a picture of us getting windblown and dirty and gritty and messy...
Found this guy giving me a thumbs down on my back! Gggrrr.. as if day wasn't bad enough! (had to highlight the picture in order to protect the guy's identity!) 
But I did have fun..
All in all, it was okay. Had some fun. Ate till I couldn't move..
And these are the few of us soon-to-be Ex-Soulmates-Delhiites cutting our Miss-You cake :-) Sweet isn't it? The sentiment and the gesture, not the cake! And I'm not even moving until next year. Kind of funny, cutting the cake and everything and all those goodbye speeches and then having to see each other again everyday for the next few months.
The cake!
No one's ever given me a miss-you cake before..
