Name:Rivali Dass
Age:16 :)
Birthday: 5th Oct '92
Class:1D '05, 2e '06 <33,3e '07, 4e '08
School: MGS
I <3: Family, My dogs, 2e, 4e, MORONS, painting, designing, writing weird stories, being generally weird, unsettling people...
Update: I typed this post out when I was in Calcutta.
I was just struck by a random thought. I'm not in Salad's class next year right? So who will construct a 3e '07 blog? Hahaha.. damn random.And sad :(
Anyway.
I went out to dinner with my cousins yesterday.
FYI - My mom has two sisters, Rupa and Soma.
Rupa - We call her 'Big Masha.' How did such a weird name come up, you ask? You see, she's older to my mum, so in Bengali, I was supposed to call her 'Boro Mashi' which means Elder Aunt. But since my Bengali sucks, I translated the 'boro' into English, so it became 'Big Mashi.' But then, I was a dumb child, so I couldn't pronounce it and Big Mashi became Big Masha.
[Before you start pointing at me and laughing at my stupidity, Xiao Hui, let me remind you of something. You know that girl who sat in front of you this year? "Salad?" Her name is Sarah.]
Anyway, and we call Aunty Soma - Munna Masha. I shall not delve into how that came about, because I'm feeling quite stupid... :(((
So, Big Masha has two sons, Riku (14 yrs) and Rishi(11 yrs). They have real names. *narrows eyes* I just ....forgot them..
So I went to KFC with them ytd.
So, we were at KFC and I saw these 2- 3 homeless kids outside. About 5/6 years old at the most? They were really poor, and were selling like balloons and all to make a living. And it was really sad cuz they were looking into the restaurant at all the people sitting there and eating. Its really sad - the way they say it just wants to make you cry.
Like- "Sister, could you buy this. Please? Just something small... Anything." And the way they speak is so desperate. I mean, hell, these are 5 or 6 year olds. In singapore, they would be in Kindergarten playing and colouring and here they're starving and trying to get some money. And they weren't even begging. They were selling balloons, trying to get the money decently.
Then this guy, his wife and two kids walked across the street, and into KFC. Bloody obnoxious man. The kids approached him to buy the balloons and whistles - whatever they were selling. He ignored them. They pleaded with him. He shook his head, and arrogantly waved his hand, as if to dismiss them. Then he started lecturing them about how they should stop "bothering people" at night.
WHAT THE HELL???
You don't want to give them money, fine. But who the hell would go and start telling them about, I don't know, stuff like "Oh, you shouldn't be begging now, you should work towards getting a proper job."
How do you get a 'proper' job? By having an education, right?
Hello, these kids can't even get money to feed themselves, how are they gonna pay for school?
And 6 year olds don't work ANYWAY.
I felt like punching the guy. And when I was done with him, he would look like a pancake. I'd punch that beer belly right back into his guts, and steal his wallet while he was puking and give it to those kids. I'd smear the spittle that dribbled from his mouth all over his face. And then, I'd kick him right on the obvious bald spot on his head and make sure he apologized for being born. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Anyway, after we finished dinner, Munna Masha gave the kids quite a bit of money. :)
God bless all the kind people in world.
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
