So the cow thing is overdone...

Madsnow says the whole cow thing is overdone. I agree. So what do you think about...

GOAT ON A SCOOTER!!

Got this fantastic photo while driving to work yesterday. Spotted this scooter with a goat slung across the back. Had to chase behind it madly while driving with one hand and clicking the snap with the other.

Funny thing is, the goat did not seem disturbed by this mode of transport at all.

Now thats what I call an Ad!

This is one product I would'nt hesitate to recommend.

"After your exertions, take a pause, have a rest. Then look back yourself and reconsider your life"

Just goes to show you...opportunities for a profound reflection and change in your life could come anytime.

Courtesy of engrish

Viva La Revolution!

Those of you who are aquainted with me know that I am something of a rebel, an anti-establishment type, an angry young man.

So in keeping with my character and the public's expectations, I have launched my latest campaign to thumb my nose at the capitalist pig establishment who want me to spend my hard earned money on their products. I encourage you to join me, my fellow revolutionaries in this noble cause:

Simply put, I have started pressing the mute button on my TV remote whenever the commercial breaks come on.

Diabolical huh? By one simple press of my finger, I am laying waste to millions, nay zillions of the establishment's hard earned money which they have lavished on making those facile and irritating Tv commercials.

I used to always get irritated by the commercials, by their incessant insistence that I buy their crappy products. By the overly theatrical antics employed by their stupid celebrities. By the limp acting skills displayed by the models. By everything in fact.

I used to run from the TV room to the bedroom, shut the door and cover my head with a pillow to try and escape their blandishments..especially those of Garnier Nutrisse which are so smoothly seductive that even now, I can hear Aishwarya Rai informing me that her hair colour has to be just puuuurrrrfect.

The strain was too much. Family life was suffering. Morals were being eroded by this constant assault on my character (and resistance to spending money).

Then, a radical discovery was made.

If I switched off the sound, the commercial lost 80% of its power over me. Suddenly, it looked just like the screensaver on my computer instead of an annoying drain on my resources. I didn't have to run to another room anymore. Just a simple 'click'..and peace ensued.

Family life has improved because I now talk to my wife during the commercial breaks. Those 3 minute conversations make all the difference to our relationship.

Except of course when a new commercial comes on..that I just HAVE to see.

Final score:
1 billion million points for Feedo, zero for the advertisers.

(Stay tuned for my next campaign: Shutting my eyes whenever I see an ad in a printed publication, or when I see a billboard while driving.)

Ripon Club, Last Bastion of Carnivores

As of this month, I have been inducted as a member of the Ripon Club, of whose 135 year old
history precious little is known, except that it has very good food, cheaply priced, and
its whole purpose is the consumption of said very good food.

Its membership is restricted to only Parsees...previously only to Parsi gents. But later they caught up with the times and said Parsi women could be members too (with some complicated conditions thrown in).

The busiest day of the week is Wednesday, which is Dhansak day. Dhansak, for those of you who dont know is a Parsi delicacy of such richness and flavor that after eating it, you have to go lie down.

So the Ripon club provides you comfy armchairs with leg rests where you can go take a post-prandial nap after eating Dhansak. I saw quite a few members taking advantage of this neat facility when I went for lunch the other day. You can also read the newspapers or play billiards or watch TV. But I say, get right down to eating and napping!

Furthermore, the menu is entirely non-veg..as you can see from the attached photo.

Demanding any vegetarian food sends the staff and fellow members into a tizzy with much hooting of sirens, calls to action, and disapproving looks.

The other day, Dad and me were sitting down to a hearty lunch of Sali Ghosh (meat with potato slivers in a rich tomato based sauce). Suddenly Mum smsed to say she was joining us..so could we please order either fish or some veg food for her. Oh the confusion! Oh the anguish on the face of the serving staff. They were running helter skelter wondering what to do. I could see one chap hovering with his fingers above the alarm button. Finally, a compromise was reached when they fried up some fish and served it with chips. Thus was disaster averted.

On questioning the manager, he sheepishly admitted that veg food was on the menu, but since no-one EVER ordered it, it wasnt prominently displayed. After much searching, I found the veg food menu displayed on a forlorn stand near the entrance of the club.

The advantage of the Ripon club is that it's a 5 min walk from my office. The disadvantage is that I will become fat, and my wife will use my stomach as a drum.

Any of you near the Fort area are welcome to join me there for lunch. Any takers?