The insulted and the ignored

Courtesy the NITK Numbskulls' weblog - a fabulous and very funny open letter from a South Indian chick in Delhi to all its male denizens - a region dismissed by Shandy in his unique, regal, offhanded manner as "the city of boors" not so long ago. 

Do read it.

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The disdainful treatment of the macho, flamboyant, alpha male type in the letter makes Nanga Fakir's heart burn with envy. We poor UP-Biharis didn't even warrant wordy denunciations from those charming, graceful, dusky, snobbish, frighteningly literary, English-speaking South Indian beauty queens; our presence perhaps concealed, relegated to the background - much like the case of Kagerō Usui - that absolute paragon of non-descriptness (caution: Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei reference), our stature reduced to obscure objects of gentle amusement - a stark reminder of the wild, wild North - that ultimate embarrassment zone for the techie, shining India of the South and that ultimate white man's, nay, South Indian's burden.

If only our kind was denounced and derided - I am sure many a Northy UP-Biharis' Neanderthal throats would've choked with emotion. 

Being hated is better than being ignored. No?

Djoker grinds the Grinder

Was it not the greatest match in recent memory?

Sarcasm

Scene: An oldish gentleman and Nanga Fakir in the Math Tower's new elevator.

<*NF eyes the copy of Dune in the hands of the gentleman with an amused expression*>

Old man: ...
NF: Great book.
Old man: Oh is it?
NF: You haven't read it?
Old man: No. My wife's reading it.
NF: <*tries to be clever*> She has good taste.
Old man: Ohh...that remark's so meaningful!
NF: ...<*?*>
Old man: ...given that it comes from a total stranger.
NF: ...
Old man: ...
NF: Are you British?