Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Final Faltoo Words

The heading of this entry is pretty much self-explanatory – this is my final entry in this blog. It does not mean that I am giving up on blogging, which I think is one of the best things to happen to the Internet. It is just that I will be writing in other blogs now. Yeah, yeah, I can hear the snickers – I was hardly writing for this one for a while, but this is officially calling it a day.

I would rather not go into the reasons for my pulling out. All I can reveal is that, in keeping with the name of the blog, they are utterly faltoo. Perhaps some day I will sit and laugh about them. Unfortunately, I am not inclined to do so at the moment because they have been pursued with a determination that would perhaps have been better utilised for other purposes. Napoleon had once remarked that it was but a step that separated the sublime from the ridiculous and one of my friends seems to have taken not just that step, but an entire staircase by the looks of it. Those celebrating my departure can thank the person, who has saved them from my sentimental and foolish ramblings. Ah well!

So, this is my final bow from this blog. I leave with some fond memories and with absolutely no joy in my heart. As I said someday I hope to laugh about it and for the reasons of my departure.

But at present, I will confine myself to mourning. Fare thee well, reader. And thank ye for your patience. It has been fun.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

A new hang-out for the P3 type auntyjies

I went to attend a panel discussion today on retail. Now I was shocked to see well decked middle-aged women coming in large groups to attend what I expected was going to be an intellectual discussion.

Those auntijies looked more like socialites than journalists making me more confused as there was nothing better to catch my attention. Thankfully, I had a data connection and an instant messenger on my phone and my editor and a friend were online. I could at least crib to them. While my editor wasn't surprised (and later told me this experience is a must for all journalists), this analyst friend could only laugh at it (I am assuming he laughed as he typed 'lol' in response to my surprise on finding P3 party types participating in some discussion).

All I could assess from what I saw was that stereotypes keep getting redefined all the time. I assumed clubs and kitty parties were the only way to locate auntyjies, but no! Visit a museum or an NGO or some other place where the intelligentsia is supposed to be found, chances are you'll find auntyjies there