Awes of a pathetic service

BangaloreOnlineFlorists.com, evidently has a pathetic website! Lot of idiosyncrasies.

Problems:

1. The name says Bangalore Florists but the number published on their website is a phone which is answered by a Bengali who hadn't a clue of Bangalore's geography.
2. Their website(picture attached) says "Still taking delivery for 10th of July when the date is far passed it"
3. The website is ugly and the products are erratically priced.
4. Its been more than 24 hours since I placed an order and the order hasn't been placed as yet!


It is understood in this era of outsourcing, franchising and cost cutting, it does make sense to diversify and integrate businesses, but customers shouldn't be as misguided as this.

On calling the customer support, the response was they aren't responsible for such mishaps, since they can't keep changing it!

Strenuous dogmas

Dear dear,
two days gone down the drain, thinking of you perpetually! I've been infatuating a lot, for reasons unknown, or rather i fear to know them. Talking to myself to become stronger, to face the reality and be decisive, but i feel my decisions would be rude to you and that would inflict wounds in me. I feel like a stranger to myself and i suspect that itself is a disaster. Didn't expect these dogma's to open up in front of me.
I always thought life was simple, as simple as the binary, either a 0 or 1, and i still think so. Nothing is bad, its just the mind that makes it so. Distress of this sort is called for and bearing it seems to be a fortune. I have a serial of questions that i need answers for, they might sound uninteresting, but i can't waste time further surpassing this numbness. I need to act, and act fast as well. Can't wait for time coz its taking too long.

Whines of a troubled mind

I'm strong by your side, and you are by another. Distressed I am to the thoughts of thy's will. Clambering around the idea of being one, i feel like a stringed puppet left in abeyance. Sleepless nights and gloomy days, and i still trust time shall heal.
This wasn't me, when I hadn't met you.
This wasn't me when I hadn't sought for you.
Encumbered by uneventful actions, I'm troubled though I should matter you. Your life was never entwined by mine, and you never asked me to do so. But when facts lay open, when jealousy reckons, when the fight against yourself begins, its just too hard to seek for merry. I know not of what i scribble, expressions aren't of a dribble. I'm lost, I don't wanna be.
I know not why I feel so troubled, perhaps I don't want to know why why!
Ego strikes hard when it strikes bad, and cigarettes don't help a depressed mind!
I shall not think of you for a while, for that will relieve me of the unworthy distress.