I am not finding time nowadays to write, lots of professional, personal things to catch up. However, I thought I should thank all my readers for bearing my nonsense till now. So, I take this opportunity to thank all the readers of my blog who visit it out of interest.
Especially, the person from Tulsa College Community, Oklahama ( googled Tulsa OK)who seems to be obsessed with my blog. Thanks for your interest!
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And, the following articles will be coming up shortly.....
1) Been there, done that, I am the best.....
2) A career change....
3) HUGS....
Thank you all for your support. Thanks.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Sunday, June 8, 2008
What should I call this?
It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon, overcast, with breeze volunteering to lighten up the souls. A perfect time to go out and enjoy nature. But, I have got something to do. I need to go out on work, yeah work along with someone to whom I promised that I will help out in doing something.
So, I got into an attire which I thought would go well with the weather and mood and reached the parking lot where I parked my Honda and started to pick the person whom I promised to help and headed towards our destination.
Within a few minutes we reached our destination. It was a huge building which was lit up generously as if electricity is as abundant as pollution. However, I should not bother, it is my place of work. I parked my bike and accompanied the person to the work space.
My plan was to complete the work in an hour or two and get back to be a part of nature and enjoy it. And keeping in this mind, we started off the work. My role was just to help the person out, after all it wasn't my work. There was a passion with which the person carried out the work. It was as if a whole race was performing those tasks for zillions of years only to try and master it. Well, all it took was a few half an hours above my planned time of two hours to realize this. Yes, it was indeed four hours since we are working and given my impatient nature, I was pissed off.
A clever attendant at the work place who has observed me trying to disengage my self from the work as the person whom I was helping got too engrossed with work, came out with a suggestion. He suggested me to wait in a near by room. I obliged instantaneously, only furry creatures from alpha centauri would reject such offers.
I have entered the room and was surprised to see a few unshaved young men, waiting there watching TV with an unfading puzzled look on their face, which boldly shouted out, why was I here? I felt as if I found soul mates, it was blissful to see so many people with same expression on the face and that too when I was feeling the same way. An old gentleman, who seemed to have come to terms with this phenomenon have courteously invited me in and asked me to take some rest and assured me that it would take at least a couple more hours, as if he were a prophet.
I sat down silently on couch and started watching TV, at least there was a consensus with in the room for the channel to be watched, unlike the work which I left in midway where my every decision has been questioned and autopsied ruthlessly so that the work could continue endlessly.
Beedle, Beedle, Beedle, the phone rang, it was not mine. A gentle man, who would look good enough for a Manager, if he were to be clean shaved, picked out the phone, and asked enthusiastically, "are you done?". The answer, as it seemed, did not quite amuse him, his reply was much of a scowl, he said "But, we were here for last two days!!!". I was shocked, this guy is here since last two days?? It was a shocker for me and it did shook off my other wise solid nervous system.
I needed water, I headed for a water tumbler, only to see a grotesque scene of a person brushing his teeth and coming out, huh!! What the hell?? Why was he brushing teeth here, of all the places? There is little I could fathom, where I was and what all this frustrating waiting stuff all about. And then I have looked around with an intense sense of observation, and there was a striking coincidence about all the males sitting there, all of them were waiting and doing so for frustratingly looooong time.
I smelt some fish and so I went out and seen what that room was, it was labeled "Waiting room for men who have come with women".
Yes my dear readers, I went out for shopping with a lady, and the big building which was generously lit was a shopping mall.
People (read ladies) call this barbarous act of lingering around big shelves of clothing, not able to decide what to do as shopping, but I seriously do not want to call that so.
So, what should I be calling this?
P.S: This is a complete work of fiction and has got nothing to do with yours truly hanging around with a girl. The last time yours truly got too close to girl in a shopping mall was when a lady sales executive bothered the hell out of him, when he allocated some 15 minutes to buy himself a pair of cargos. In case you are still doubtful, yours truly is single.
So, I got into an attire which I thought would go well with the weather and mood and reached the parking lot where I parked my Honda and started to pick the person whom I promised to help and headed towards our destination.
Within a few minutes we reached our destination. It was a huge building which was lit up generously as if electricity is as abundant as pollution. However, I should not bother, it is my place of work. I parked my bike and accompanied the person to the work space.
My plan was to complete the work in an hour or two and get back to be a part of nature and enjoy it. And keeping in this mind, we started off the work. My role was just to help the person out, after all it wasn't my work. There was a passion with which the person carried out the work. It was as if a whole race was performing those tasks for zillions of years only to try and master it. Well, all it took was a few half an hours above my planned time of two hours to realize this. Yes, it was indeed four hours since we are working and given my impatient nature, I was pissed off.
A clever attendant at the work place who has observed me trying to disengage my self from the work as the person whom I was helping got too engrossed with work, came out with a suggestion. He suggested me to wait in a near by room. I obliged instantaneously, only furry creatures from alpha centauri would reject such offers.
I have entered the room and was surprised to see a few unshaved young men, waiting there watching TV with an unfading puzzled look on their face, which boldly shouted out, why was I here? I felt as if I found soul mates, it was blissful to see so many people with same expression on the face and that too when I was feeling the same way. An old gentleman, who seemed to have come to terms with this phenomenon have courteously invited me in and asked me to take some rest and assured me that it would take at least a couple more hours, as if he were a prophet.
I sat down silently on couch and started watching TV, at least there was a consensus with in the room for the channel to be watched, unlike the work which I left in midway where my every decision has been questioned and autopsied ruthlessly so that the work could continue endlessly.
Beedle, Beedle, Beedle, the phone rang, it was not mine. A gentle man, who would look good enough for a Manager, if he were to be clean shaved, picked out the phone, and asked enthusiastically, "are you done?". The answer, as it seemed, did not quite amuse him, his reply was much of a scowl, he said "But, we were here for last two days!!!". I was shocked, this guy is here since last two days?? It was a shocker for me and it did shook off my other wise solid nervous system.
I needed water, I headed for a water tumbler, only to see a grotesque scene of a person brushing his teeth and coming out, huh!! What the hell?? Why was he brushing teeth here, of all the places? There is little I could fathom, where I was and what all this frustrating waiting stuff all about. And then I have looked around with an intense sense of observation, and there was a striking coincidence about all the males sitting there, all of them were waiting and doing so for frustratingly looooong time.
I smelt some fish and so I went out and seen what that room was, it was labeled "Waiting room for men who have come with women".
Yes my dear readers, I went out for shopping with a lady, and the big building which was generously lit was a shopping mall.
People (read ladies) call this barbarous act of lingering around big shelves of clothing, not able to decide what to do as shopping, but I seriously do not want to call that so.
So, what should I be calling this?
P.S: This is a complete work of fiction and has got nothing to do with yours truly hanging around with a girl. The last time yours truly got too close to girl in a shopping mall was when a lady sales executive bothered the hell out of him, when he allocated some 15 minutes to buy himself a pair of cargos. In case you are still doubtful, yours truly is single.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Sarkar Raj
I am no movie review buff. But thought that one should be going through this link before watching the movie.
I am an ardent RGV fan. I like audacity with which he takes up his projects. I will keep this short, lots to do today. I have to complete a few tests and rush myself to one of those mega structures which leech me of my money by pretending to show movies in a luxurious way, but in fact the Rs. 100 which we spend for the front rows actually used to cost less than 20 a few years ago.
I am an ardent RGV fan. I like audacity with which he takes up his projects. I will keep this short, lots to do today. I have to complete a few tests and rush myself to one of those mega structures which leech me of my money by pretending to show movies in a luxurious way, but in fact the Rs. 100 which we spend for the front rows actually used to cost less than 20 a few years ago.
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