Ek Chhoti Si

Half a post is better than no bread, as my mom always used to say.

I’m still having troubles with Airtel and my broadband at home – because I’m not submitting blindly to their requests for money that I shouldn’t, by rights, have to pay. They’ve agreed to knock off the 1000-buck “security deposit” that is now magically applicable only to students, only in the North Campus area. Fucking… do they know who they’re dealing with… blatant discrimination, and violation of Article 14 (of the Constitution!)

Well, not really… but it’s still discrimination, and I won’t stand for it. I didn’t have to pay it when I first took my connection in Jan 2007, and I don’t have to now.

Then the shitpots try to force me to take their blasted telephone instrument for 350 bucks. The salesman in Jan tried to pull this on me too, but finally admitted that it wasn’t mandatory. 500 bucks, it was then. As my new salesman pointed out, if they named the 350 bucks “registration charges” and added the phone “free,” I’d be very happy. Well, they haven’t. They happily say, “Free registration!” and then try this nonsense. I’ve written a complaint, and am awaiting a response.

So here I am sitting in Vijaynagar, hurting my eyes by using an old CRT monitor (they’re utter crap, LCD is the way to go) and looking up how to remove a Trojan from my laptop. Yes, I’ve inanely gotten myself infected. You won’t believe how hard I’m kicking myself – Trojans (if I were Yohan I’d insert a link to the Wikipedia page, but I’m not; you can look them up yourself) need to be executed (run) to work. I got it not off the internet, but on my pen drive that I’d lent to someone. Doubtless they got it off the net. Bottom line – my computer is slowing down drastically, and this damn thing has hooked itself deeply into my registry and is proving very tough for me to remove. Aaarghhh!

Moral of the story 1 – Don’t lend your pen drive to people. Don’t lend squat to people.

But, happiness! I’ve registered myself for the Hutch Delhi Half Marathon, on October 28th!! 22 kilometres. I messaged virtually everyone I know in Delhi asking them whether they’d like to run with me – only one person has agreed.

Disclaimer – I got the idea from Aby, who ran the Bombay one. But it does seem like something worth doing. I decided last year that there’s no point living in the capital city, not going for anything that happens, citing money issues, and then complaining how sucky my life is.

I’d better start training. 22 km is no joke – I start panting after climbing 3 flights of stairs…

Moral of the story 2 – I’m quitting cigarettes. Again. Effective tonight. Seriously. Seriously, fuck you! Ok, ha, be skeptical. See if I care. Just because YOU can’t quit them yourself…

Worry Not, Dear Friends…

 

I am back in Delhi, I’ve found a place to stay, and am good to go. Almost. Airtel informs me that instead of freezing my internet connection for three months like they said they would, they’ve disconnected me entirely, and now I have to apply for a new broadband connection. Should all be done by next week.

Delhi is quite uncomfortable. Very humid. The advantage of this is of course that everyone is pouring sweat all the time, be they hot chick, sexy gal, big stud, loser, or me. So I don’t have to worry that I’m sweating more than the average doofus. It’s okay to be sweaty and smelly!

Talking of smelly, you should smell our classes when the electricity cuts out.

Oh for a nice Delhi winter…