Finally, I have more than 5 comments on the same post!
Happiness prevails. Thanks, M!
Friday, June 29, 2007
Circling around..
A teammate of mine (Ms. P) is leaving her job to go and study business at Manchester. So I asked another teammate (Ms. M) to think of an appropriate gift that will remind her of the times here and other things of the sort that gifts are supposed to remind people of.
10 minutes after I had asked her to think, she tells me to "come up with an idea for the gift". I asked her why she was asking me to do
a). something I am pathetic at,
b). the very thing I had asked her to do 10 minutes ago.
She said, "That, my friend, is called circular thought". I called it "too-lazy-to-think" thought.
We are still going around in circles. Perhaps, Ms. P will have to do without the gift, in which case both of us also will not be given gifts when we leave.
For, 'What you do, comes back to you'. :P
10 minutes after I had asked her to think, she tells me to "come up with an idea for the gift". I asked her why she was asking me to do
a). something I am pathetic at,
b). the very thing I had asked her to do 10 minutes ago.
She said, "That, my friend, is called circular thought". I called it "too-lazy-to-think" thought.
We are still going around in circles. Perhaps, Ms. P will have to do without the gift, in which case both of us also will not be given gifts when we leave.
For, 'What you do, comes back to you'. :P
17 Pink Shirts.
There seems to be a sudden rise in the number of men wearing pink shirts these days. I thought pink was the all-time woman-ish colour. I mentioned this to my sister who did the following:
1. Stared at me like I had an extra nose.
2. Rolled on the floor, laughing for 7 minutes and some seconds.
3. Told me that after Saif Ali Khan wore pink in Kal ho na ho (and got labeled 'hot'), the "happening" male set of the country has taken it upon itself to do a Khan and get labeled in a similar manner.
4. Also told me (in terms that I shall not list here), exactly how "uncool" and behind the times I was.
NB: With reference to number3., please note that creatures that I noticed wearing pink were nowhere even in the vicinity of "happening". Of course, it may also be that my definition of "happening" is very very different.
I must mention here, that when I say pink, I am not refering to the mild, un-obscene pink that is perhaps, acceptable once in a while. What I am refering to is the shade that is pinnnnnnnnnk, or PINK, if you prefer that. Loud, damaging to the eye, obscene...
I always imagined that my taste in colours is decent. Colours that please the eye (primarily mine), you know. Blue, grey, blue-grey, grey-blue and things of that sort. And everytime I happen to mention this at home, the only person who supports me is my father. (hi five!)
The only other person who shares my taste in colour (or so I like to believe), is my 3-year old neighbour. I think this, because everytime she sees someone wearing an unacceptable colour, she resolutely looks away from the offender and refuses to speak (I like to believe that the reason for this particular behaviour is the colour of the shirt, even though I have seen it happen only twice and both times, the offenders were not men).
I counted 17 pink shirts on my way to work today, 8 of which fell into the highly objectionable PINK category.
What is the world coming to??
1. Stared at me like I had an extra nose.
2. Rolled on the floor, laughing for 7 minutes and some seconds.
3. Told me that after Saif Ali Khan wore pink in Kal ho na ho (and got labeled 'hot'), the "happening" male set of the country has taken it upon itself to do a Khan and get labeled in a similar manner.
4. Also told me (in terms that I shall not list here), exactly how "uncool" and behind the times I was.
NB: With reference to number3., please note that creatures that I noticed wearing pink were nowhere even in the vicinity of "happening". Of course, it may also be that my definition of "happening" is very very different.
I must mention here, that when I say pink, I am not refering to the mild, un-obscene pink that is perhaps, acceptable once in a while. What I am refering to is the shade that is pinnnnnnnnnk, or PINK, if you prefer that. Loud, damaging to the eye, obscene...
I always imagined that my taste in colours is decent. Colours that please the eye (primarily mine), you know. Blue, grey, blue-grey, grey-blue and things of that sort. And everytime I happen to mention this at home, the only person who supports me is my father. (hi five!)
The only other person who shares my taste in colour (or so I like to believe), is my 3-year old neighbour. I think this, because everytime she sees someone wearing an unacceptable colour, she resolutely looks away from the offender and refuses to speak (I like to believe that the reason for this particular behaviour is the colour of the shirt, even though I have seen it happen only twice and both times, the offenders were not men).
I counted 17 pink shirts on my way to work today, 8 of which fell into the highly objectionable PINK category.
What is the world coming to??
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Why...
..do people seem in such a hurry in the mornings, that they dont hesitate to run over you in the haste?
.. do people ride bikes on the footpath (!!) and actually have the guts to honk at you and ask you to move out of the way?
..is that sentiment also called kindness-to-fellow-human-beings missing (I refer to people teating your feet like a doormat in a moderately crowded bus..) ?
..are we expected to sit in office the entire day, while certain others (Ahem!) are allowed to come and go as they please?
.. is writing such a task these days?
.. am I not able to read more than 3 pages at a time these days without dozing off?
.. does it feel like the last weekend was a couple of months ago?
.. does every person beyond the age of 40, remotely related to me (and otherwise), ask when I plan to get married?
Sigh!
.. do people ride bikes on the footpath (!!) and actually have the guts to honk at you and ask you to move out of the way?
..is that sentiment also called kindness-to-fellow-human-beings missing (I refer to people teating your feet like a doormat in a moderately crowded bus..) ?
..are we expected to sit in office the entire day, while certain others (Ahem!) are allowed to come and go as they please?
.. is writing such a task these days?
.. am I not able to read more than 3 pages at a time these days without dozing off?
.. does it feel like the last weekend was a couple of months ago?
.. does every person beyond the age of 40, remotely related to me (and otherwise), ask when I plan to get married?
Sigh!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Rain..
It is raining. There is a pleasant breeze along with the rain which sprays the water gently on one's face. Everything looks clean and nice. I think it is a beautiful day. If I were poetic, I would have gone a step further and written of the trees swaying and the world seeming more cheerful. But then, I dont really fall into the vicinity of poetic, as described here; and hence I shall be my old prosaic self.
Anyway, the point being, that it is such a beautiful day, and I have been confined to a small (read miniscule) space with a machine, whose only advantage is that it lets me blog.
Tyranny, I think, is the word I should be employing.
There is this saying about all sorts making worlds. This morning I came in contact with, what I thought was a highly amusing one. I would have used 'most amusing', but then that category I reserve for my sister; and she is the only one of her sort around (thank Heavens!).
Coming back to the highly amusing one. I must note here, that at this particular point in time, it had only begun raining. More like a light drizzle, the skies were rumbling, though. The kind of drizzle which a lot of people tend to even ignore. On such a morning, one does expect to see a sparse crowd, owing to the imminent rain. But what one does not expect to see, is a regular acquaintance bundled up in several layers of clothing and a raincoat, carrying an umbrella which seems more like a stolen temple dome.
Clothes perhaps, do not make a man; but they do alter the appearance to a large extent. I was quite startled when this bundle of clothing came up to me and said "Hullo!". On expressing curiosity over the attire, she simply said, "Oh, that. Rain water is bad for my skin, you see." and she went on about how her beautician had asked her to stay away from rain water and about 10 other things that escape my memory right now. The best part being where the beautician had asked her to stay away from chemicals and 'enjoy natural beauty'.
What can I say? All sorts do make a world, after all. :)
Anyway, the point being, that it is such a beautiful day, and I have been confined to a small (read miniscule) space with a machine, whose only advantage is that it lets me blog.
Tyranny, I think, is the word I should be employing.
There is this saying about all sorts making worlds. This morning I came in contact with, what I thought was a highly amusing one. I would have used 'most amusing', but then that category I reserve for my sister; and she is the only one of her sort around (thank Heavens!).
Coming back to the highly amusing one. I must note here, that at this particular point in time, it had only begun raining. More like a light drizzle, the skies were rumbling, though. The kind of drizzle which a lot of people tend to even ignore. On such a morning, one does expect to see a sparse crowd, owing to the imminent rain. But what one does not expect to see, is a regular acquaintance bundled up in several layers of clothing and a raincoat, carrying an umbrella which seems more like a stolen temple dome.
Clothes perhaps, do not make a man; but they do alter the appearance to a large extent. I was quite startled when this bundle of clothing came up to me and said "Hullo!". On expressing curiosity over the attire, she simply said, "Oh, that. Rain water is bad for my skin, you see." and she went on about how her beautician had asked her to stay away from rain water and about 10 other things that escape my memory right now. The best part being where the beautician had asked her to stay away from chemicals and 'enjoy natural beauty'.
What can I say? All sorts do make a world, after all. :)
Friday, June 01, 2007
By Providence divine...
.. is how I am getting through the day.
Some days are just inexplicably irritating. One feels like throwing things just for the sake of it. Beyond this state of annoyance, is a state where the throwing of things is accompanied with the losing of temper and screaming at anyone in the vicinity. And then, is the state that I am currently in.
Well, I guess what triggered it all off was the elevator in my building. Normally, elevators are polite things. They arrive when you call, take you to the desired altitude and once the destination has arrived, they wait politely till you get off and bid farewell. Now, when it comes to the pre-historic contraption in my apartment, things are rather different. It answers your call, alright, takes you to the desired floor, and then... just when you are about to open the door and get out, it suddenly journeys back to the first floor. Apparently, this behaviour has been noticed frequently for some time now (like the watchman's wife described to me in about 30 minutes).
As a result of the 30 minute conversation, I had to chase after my bus before the driver caught sight of me and decided to wait.
After the usual 40 minute expedition, I get off to find the road so full of vehicles that some cycle-wallas were actually riding on the 4 inch wide strech of rubble that they call a footpath. And, I'd rather not write of how I actually managed to cross..
And then.. I discover that there is a mountainload of work waiting for me (ta! da!!).
Then, why, am I typing this post out when I should be working? You see, gentle reader, sometimes after so much hassle, the mind refuses to work. Mine just did. And it did not plain refuse. Putting the foot down, is the phrase that I am looking for.
But then, there is a silver lining... It is a Friday. Yay! :)
Some days are just inexplicably irritating. One feels like throwing things just for the sake of it. Beyond this state of annoyance, is a state where the throwing of things is accompanied with the losing of temper and screaming at anyone in the vicinity. And then, is the state that I am currently in.
Well, I guess what triggered it all off was the elevator in my building. Normally, elevators are polite things. They arrive when you call, take you to the desired altitude and once the destination has arrived, they wait politely till you get off and bid farewell. Now, when it comes to the pre-historic contraption in my apartment, things are rather different. It answers your call, alright, takes you to the desired floor, and then... just when you are about to open the door and get out, it suddenly journeys back to the first floor. Apparently, this behaviour has been noticed frequently for some time now (like the watchman's wife described to me in about 30 minutes).
As a result of the 30 minute conversation, I had to chase after my bus before the driver caught sight of me and decided to wait.
After the usual 40 minute expedition, I get off to find the road so full of vehicles that some cycle-wallas were actually riding on the 4 inch wide strech of rubble that they call a footpath. And, I'd rather not write of how I actually managed to cross..
And then.. I discover that there is a mountainload of work waiting for me (ta! da!!).
Then, why, am I typing this post out when I should be working? You see, gentle reader, sometimes after so much hassle, the mind refuses to work. Mine just did. And it did not plain refuse. Putting the foot down, is the phrase that I am looking for.
But then, there is a silver lining... It is a Friday. Yay! :)