As a result of an utter lack of activity in my life of late, I find myself at an utter loss to write anything over here. I suppose I should begin with the fact that Whirlpool India is one of the suckiest companies I've seen in my lifetime when it comes to customer service. My mom called up the retards to lodge a complaint regarding the fact that the water outlet on the washing machine was not functioning as it should, somehow. Two dumb-looking morons showed up and told me to my face that the outflow of water was just fine. They did some shit, and then left. Not even five minutes after they left, when my mom tried running it, the water started pouring out from the bottom of the washing machine, utterly flooding the laundry room. She called up the more important retarded between the two sons of bitches who had been over to 'fix' the washing machine, and carried out an acrimonious verbal onslaught against him, resulting in his hanging up on her. She redialed and yelled at him for his disgusting behavior and threatened to call up the head office in New Delhi and lodge a complaint about the service here, and mention his name in particular, then hung up. I went online to look up the number of the head office of Whirlpool India, and guess what? I never found it. In its stead I found dozens of angry customers complaining about suspiciously similar problems and equally impassive behavior from customer service. In the end, I managed to fish out the email address for customer service in the United States, and I helped my mom write an email to them, punctuating it with harsh language, such as the word 'appalling' to describe customer service here, and so on and so forth. This is only one example of customer service in India, which is evidently just titular, since a lot of good international companies tend to turn suckish, inefficient and a plain pain in the ass when the word 'India Limited' is added after their names.
On a different note I've been reading a lot of history lately, since I got my hands on a well-written history book (for a change). I mean, it's actually well written: no embarrassing typographical errors to stain the pages, no ugly grammatical errors to distract me, and for a change, a more interesting presentation. People usually say, "Read history like a story", but that's utterly impossible unless the history book in question is capable of being read as a story, which, sadly, most textbooks I've come across aren't. That's what made history such a pain to read. But this particular book that our history teacher recommended is amazing. I actually read seven whole chapters in three days, which is more than what I was able to achieve in a month with the other textbook. So I suppose the lack of well-written history textbooks might be responsible for the tendency of Indians to gravitate toward the sciences more and more, and drift away from the arts as time passes.
I posted yet another multi-chap fic today to, sadly, augment my list of already incomplete multi-chap fics. There's a limit to how many stories a person can work on at a given point in time and, frankly, I've realized mine at five (including that shitty one that I've put on hiatus because it didn't appeal to me and received not even one frigging review.) Rereading the first chapter, I really didn't find it all that bad--in the sense that I can promise a definite ending to it. I did think it was rather ambitious, though, and reminiscent of Conquer the Nation if you look at it from certain angles. But from certain other angles this story is original, and those other angles will pop up of their own accord as I progress with the story. But yeah, undeniably, and very obviously, it's based on a whim--a rather far-fetched whim--viz. WHAT IF the seniors from all four teams decided against retiring, and continued all the way to the end of the year, and thus, the Winter Games. This whim was implanted in my mind and has been clamoring for attention ever since I watched the SD episode where Uozumi decides to become a chef. Frankly, I cannot picture Ryonan without Uozumi, and Ryonan being my favorite team... I had to do something, right? And it is fan fiction. Well, now all there is to do is wait and see how the fandom--or what's left of it--recieves it, and depending on that, deliberate future actions: shall I continue, or shall I give up?
This Saturday is our school's Sports Day, and honestly not an event I'm looking forward to. I will therefore not dwell on it for a moment more, and watch it come and go like an evanescent whim (not to be confused with the one mentioned in the previous paragraph: I, for one, think that whim's a pretty concrete one.)
On a different note I've been reading a lot of history lately, since I got my hands on a well-written history book (for a change). I mean, it's actually well written: no embarrassing typographical errors to stain the pages, no ugly grammatical errors to distract me, and for a change, a more interesting presentation. People usually say, "Read history like a story", but that's utterly impossible unless the history book in question is capable of being read as a story, which, sadly, most textbooks I've come across aren't. That's what made history such a pain to read. But this particular book that our history teacher recommended is amazing. I actually read seven whole chapters in three days, which is more than what I was able to achieve in a month with the other textbook. So I suppose the lack of well-written history textbooks might be responsible for the tendency of Indians to gravitate toward the sciences more and more, and drift away from the arts as time passes.
I posted yet another multi-chap fic today to, sadly, augment my list of already incomplete multi-chap fics. There's a limit to how many stories a person can work on at a given point in time and, frankly, I've realized mine at five (including that shitty one that I've put on hiatus because it didn't appeal to me and received not even one frigging review.) Rereading the first chapter, I really didn't find it all that bad--in the sense that I can promise a definite ending to it. I did think it was rather ambitious, though, and reminiscent of Conquer the Nation if you look at it from certain angles. But from certain other angles this story is original, and those other angles will pop up of their own accord as I progress with the story. But yeah, undeniably, and very obviously, it's based on a whim--a rather far-fetched whim--viz. WHAT IF the seniors from all four teams decided against retiring, and continued all the way to the end of the year, and thus, the Winter Games. This whim was implanted in my mind and has been clamoring for attention ever since I watched the SD episode where Uozumi decides to become a chef. Frankly, I cannot picture Ryonan without Uozumi, and Ryonan being my favorite team... I had to do something, right? And it is fan fiction. Well, now all there is to do is wait and see how the fandom--or what's left of it--recieves it, and depending on that, deliberate future actions: shall I continue, or shall I give up?
This Saturday is our school's Sports Day, and honestly not an event I'm looking forward to. I will therefore not dwell on it for a moment more, and watch it come and go like an evanescent whim (not to be confused with the one mentioned in the previous paragraph: I, for one, think that whim's a pretty concrete one.)
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