Thursday, July 15, 2010

in US.

I never in my life thought I would be in US some day. I always wanted to be in US when I see movies, the big buildings, ultra luxury cars and all that. Now that I'm here, I dont wanna be here even for a day. First reason - food!

First Rule: If you are a 'Veggie', US is not your place. Not that I'm a veggie but here they dont have a concept of Vegetarian. There is a special kind. 'Chicketarian - those who eat chicken alone' khe khe khe...

There are a few things which I 'found' about this place.
1. Technology - you can see the impact of technology almost everywhere in US. Even inside your bathroom.
2. People are 'huge' here not cuz they are healthy but cuz they are 'fat'. They eat chicken or turkey or beef or french fries all the time. ALL THE TIME!
3. I guess you can never find water in its 'normal' temperature. Cold is soooooo cold and hot is soooo hot (even inside the bathroom).
4. Side-walks on the road are so neat - cuz there are no people who walk. You cant live here without a car.
5. Guy who has a car is richer than the guy who has a BMW. That sounds crazy but its true. Maybe he who has a Rolls Royce is rich but not any other model.
6. You can get a car for $6000. You cant think of a bike unless you have at least $25,000.

Some pictures I clicked! May not be good... :D

This was taken at 7 PM!!!

PS: Blah blah blaaahh....

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

visa fuckin interview.

Okay. Probably this will be my first and last post for this month. I'm also on the verge of losing interest to update my blogs.

Few days back, I had my first every US VISA interview. I fucked it. Not that I screwed the interview. Actually my VISA got approved. But I fucked the fucking VISA formalities. My company arranged my accommodation in a hotel nearby US embassy. I was asked not to carry anything other than the file which they gave me and also my degree certificates just in case. I did exactly what they asked me to do. I dint even carry my wallet.

The guy who checks the VISA fee receipt and other details caught me saying the photo on the application is no good. My spectacle frame crosses my eye ball and for security reasons, they asked me to get another photo. FUCK! I ran back to my hotel room to get the money to take the photo.

It did not end there. I stood behind the queue again waiting for my turn. And now, the guy in the counter asked me to press my right-hand-finger-tips on god-knows-what. I pressed my finger tips as he said. Unfortunately he was a malayalee and after noticing my permanent address, he scolded me in malayalam asking to keep my hands proper blah blah blah.. I wanted to shout 'FUCK YOU!' What on earth finger-tips mean? It means finger fucking T-I-P-S. Not the whole finger. I was fucked. Thank god he dint have the authority to reject my VISA. That would be the last thing I want and the first thing he wanted. khe khe khe...

Luckily, my VISA got approved and flying to US on Sunday July 11th. OMG! My first ever travel outside India. Hope I wont screw it during the immigration check. khe khe khe...

Photo Credit: Pedro Maia / Image


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