Procrastination

Aaarghh!! Lemme brush away the new sheath that the monster(?) suffocates me with and actually get down to writing this.

There have been innumerable cases wherein supposedly brilliant individuals (or so they thought) have been subjugated by this savage. Ironically, it creeps upto you so silently, you'd be a master to actually realize that you are in hostile territory. What you actually get to see is just fat pay, no/less work, good girls and endless time for self-development. You just have to look through it. You're gettin stuck in a mire. Nossir! There's no self-development. You just a fat bum!

And how does the hostility strike you? Through it's clarity. It's clear that you are getting wasted but there's nothing you can do about it. A case in point? I took up and completed this post after 3 months! Jezus.........

The Insensate

The phone rang loudly, rudely waking from her disturbed slumber. The timepiece besides her bed let her know that it was 1:00. A glance outside her window confirmed that the night was still young. She pulled the sheets closer to counter the chill blast of wind that hit her through the open window. She reminded herself to fix the broken window pane. Her inconsistent and miserly pay did not help ameliorate the situation. The incessant rings of the phone jerked her back to consciousness jarring her already frazzled nerves. Would she be able to handle it this time around?

She hated this job. She promised herself that she would try to regain the receptionist’s job that she had left. Painful memories of her being taken advantage trying to hit on her rushed back, making her nauseous. Prospects of a better experience this time around quenched her resistance and she picked up the phone. It was from the Smiths who lived 2 streets away. It was not difficult to miss their huge mansion as you walked to the market. Not that she made frequent trips to the market. She got dressed and was on her way. She had to be careful to alter her appearance at each outing so that people would not recognize her. She grimaced at the irony of the situation.

The cold wind seemed to complete the overall picture of cheerlessness. She evaded a drunken man who lay in the garbage dump. He swore at her and passed lewd comments. She had grown used to it. What could a lonely widow do? A pall of gloom descended on her as she neared the Smith’s residence. She remembered playing with their grubby child, Timmy. Their nanny was one of her few friends. She fervently wished and hoped it would not be Timmy. The loud wailing that she heard at the Smith’s did not disturb her. She wondered to herself whether she had gone so cold so as to block off any emotion. She walked in and kneeled next to the cadaver. It was Timmy. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She sobbed uncontrollably as she had learnt to. Just this time, real tears were concomitants to the artificial ones. Why was it that god had to snatch away the persons that she knew?

Her friend and colleague had to remind her to control herself and not to make it all overdramatic. Subtlety was indispensable in her profession too. After everyone had left, she and her colleague went up to Mrs. Smith and collected their dues. Now she could have the window pane fixed.

She trudged back home, wiped the glycerin off her face, mixed herself a drink and waited for the next call. A Mourner has irregular job hours......

Sociality [n] - the tendency to associate with others and to form social groups

Hardly would a human tendency be as underplayed as this one is. A Libran by birth (and they are born introverts, all right) and a progressively discreet extrovert by nature, I've learnt it, mostly, the hard way.

An introvert, when inducted into new surroundings, is extremely wary and spends a huge chunk of time initially just testing waters. He is wary of saying things which may hurt oldies, yet, he is desparate to throw in his bit of witticisms, hoping to impress them. A classic case in point is when you are a child and your folks shift base to a new locality, you visit the nearby playground to exhaust your juvenile enthusiasm. You envy the other children playing. Your first reaction? You stand besides the "leader", as it may be, and try and sweet talk your way into his heart and eventually into the group.

I've never understood the want as far as gaining acceptance into pre-formed groups is concerned. Having said that, I'd be the first person you'd see doing the exact thing mentioned. And, the answer's just bloody sociality! Ironically, an extant group (and I've been in some) generates in itself the greatest resistance to the new entrant. As a part of the group, you'd feel immense satisfaction in gratuitously pointing out small follies in him and thus demeaning his candidature as far as inclusion into the group may be concerned.

Methinks, the only pre-requisite, if you will, should be the way he thinks and gels with you. It'd be extremely unfair on him if you were to judge him on his:

• nationality (aka racism; not trying to get on to the Shilpa Shetty gravy train here)
• the great indian northie-southie divide (you'd be extremely conversant with this if you were a North Indian working in Bangalore)
• looks (it's hard to ignore the high percentage of the reject-cases that fall into this sect. Studies have proven that better-lookers have a headstart at whatever they venture out to do. Having said that, the ugly are burdened with a low self-esteem, which may explain the above statement)
• pelf-power (an antidote to the ugly problem. Its another story that the rich are never ugly!)

Now, I'd be honest enough to admit that I've exploited others using the above. At the same time, I've been victimised too. Isn't it funny we cry out for justice only when we're the persecuted? As the tyrannous, the world's just a fine playground. Go ahead. It's our to plunder!

Career Blues......Leaving Infy

there comes a time in ur life when u feel really stagnated.......at infy i had started to feel the same way.....i mean gettin stuck in a damn IBU which would neither process my visa nor give me work, forced me to re-think whether i should be workin for infy....ergo, some news for ya....I had asked my DM for arelease....he said that I would be most probably released by this weekend or the middle of next week max.....woopsie daises!!.....…soI guess it all ended a bit prematurely....i was sorta expecting to stay this month in infy....but then I'll cheer myself up by sayin that whatever happens, happens for the best....i would most probably haul my ass up to Nagpur and then spend the rest of my month there....would be back in pune on the april 1st....and no april fool joke this....it feels weird....i guess u have to brace urself up for this feeling of torrid solitude when u take such a major step like say leavin a company....but then lemme assure u, it hits u in the pit of ur stomach when u realize that things are never gonna be the same again.....i guess some things just are meant to be taken head on and cant be dealt with pure prescience....i have got a job in a company called torry harris business solutions in bangalore and would be shiftin base from pune.......it gives me a cool pay and would most probably send me onsite within anyear.......so dats dat for me infy......this friday the 10th is my last day in infy......would really miss infy.......but they cant snatch away all of u, my memories from me.......

Crazy Rap Fighting off the Moderator in my College!

esse people, i have a rap, i need a beat;
so just relax n have a seat.

i have come here to discuss this;
what we have witnessed was nothin but a blatant miscarriage o justice.

a description on the male anatomy gets a gentle remonstrance;
but what me n my pals get is a letter full o violence.

n dont give me crap on commentin what the moderator did was right;
coz he commited an offence in broad daylight.

not that we r ill-informed that we may not even come to know bout the results;
but then things can be done without tradin insults.

i dont give a damn as to what the butcher did with the dog;
but they r not the mails with which i would let my inbox clog.

even the quote the moderator used was supposed to be readbackwards;
n we are to believe that theres no problem with forwards?!

n then to conclude we have the special statement sayin that what seemed funny to us may not be as kewl to others;
but then we werent by birth, brothers!!