Candida Pax Homines, Trux Decet Ira Feras
I’m trying to think of a good way to end this blog and whether I explain why I’m pulling the plug. Maybe I won’t say that much at all.
I have always wanted to share this one with you. So I present you – Again with a good wine glass of Prom Grenade juice and reasonable dose of tired and weariness – The Flower Duet from the Opera Lakme…
I enjoyed our time together and either way our hands will bring us back together. Thank you for all the giggles, sighs and tears.
Yes I’m back (Thanks to Lallo’not so uncle’pallo) and eventhough I enjoyed my glorious days of uber lazyness resulting in the most scandalous cheetosstains and lusious looking chocolate moustaches – I think it’s about time!
First things first. I won’t be rambling about my India experiences here on this blog – yup, I’m closing the store! I’ve sold my soul to another company and by the end of the next week I have to pack my bags…
Okay maybe just a little bit of rambling; I freaking miss it! The frustration, the forrest, all the lovely people I met, chilly chicken and other roadside foodies, the lack of tv or a good internet connection, the quitness, the tea, the crazifying weather of like a gazzilion degrees, the gigantic poochies, the friendly airtel lady who bugged me in my lonely hours ooooh and most of all I miss my lifepartner for five months, my beloved, sacred, abused and broken sweet sweet moped. My two wheeled hero of scrap and rust, who stayed with me during every accident, lying always patiently on top of me. Ohhh bless the asses that will take care of you now. Fare well and drive well my love.
Enfin where were we, of yes the chutiya part. Air France. Wait let me say those two words again but slower… A I R…… F R A N C E…….
what the heck was I thinking, I knew it, the whole world knows it, even they know it
They suck.
Period!
(First they took my undies then they let me wait!)
(For 6 – plus I don’t know how many delays after that – freaking hours)
(Le Chutiya’s!)
I might be totally unfair here but let’s not pay attention to that. 🙂
This afternoon I was having a conversation about being being good doesn’t means you always have to be nice. Saying yes while you mean no, having somebody else take credit for your hard work just because you don’t think it’s worth the fight or letting one of your photo’s get printed by The Hindustan Times – without any notification, without any credits, without any payment, without any word of thanks… without any shame.
It’s not being good it’s just being bad to yourself.
Nita, who you might know from A wide angle view of India and a subscriber of the Hindustan Times got today what she definitely didn’t pay for; a picture taken by herself and published by herself on her own blog got published in the Hindustan times (a major newspaper in India that in contrary to Nita earns money – $9000 for the quarter – with it’s articles) without any form of permission!
She spoke up – The full story you can read here: A major Indian newspaper steals a blogger’s photograph!!
How you can support? Get the word out there – if you haven’t been at it for a while just blow that dust from your keyboard and have your say. Be good to yourself!
Make Idli Not War 
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