I got April Fooled today. Royally.
So what if I KNEW my cousin couldn't have twins.
so what if I KNEW the delivery date was about two weeks later.
so what if I KNEW I'm the most gullible idiot there ever lived
so what if I KNEW someone or the other would try pulling a fast one on April 1st
...
...
so forgive me for forgetting there are better ways than online jokes
for forgetting that my siste sometimes has a sense of humour
for forgetting that it IS April st after all
and most of all...
for forgetting to play one on others before they could play one on me!
April 01, 2007
March 09, 2007
slightly confused...
My MBA's over. Time for everyone to pack up... most of my friends have left the hostel. I leave tomorrow and I am in the middle of packing up. I can't decide whether I'm sad about the whole 'everone leaving' bit or making myself nostalgic just because its the appropriate thing to do and don't actually give a shit.
February 14, 2007
wednesday musings..
i always had these noble ideas when I saw suffering people, poverty, children at traffic signal begging for food, which were to this effect - "If I had time in my hands I would definitely do something to help these people, I would change things, I would work so much, I wouldn't let stuff like this happen".
I got placed in December. Jan to March I am completely .. or mostly, free. I have tons of time on my hand. I am also attached to an NGO working for all or most of the above mentioned categories. I didn't do that by choice. Ironically it's part of our MBA . That same MBA that prepares you for a cut throat corporate career and to be selfish, money minded and to only look how to utilize u'r time in ways that will enable you to make even MORE money than you currently are.
So anyway I am supposed to work for this NGO and do whatever they feel like making me do.My noble ideas have disappeared, I don't feel like getting up in the morning and dragging myself to this NGO and it only feels like a burden, like a course Im taking for credit.
I can only decipher that I'm horribly shallow or something and it reminds me of that cliched statement -"the person who changes the world is not the one who says the pond is dirty but the one who cleans up the pond"
so excuse my moral post. I've been feeling just a tad guilty about this whole thing. Quite unlike what my MBA degree prepares me for!
I got placed in December. Jan to March I am completely .. or mostly, free. I have tons of time on my hand. I am also attached to an NGO working for all or most of the above mentioned categories. I didn't do that by choice. Ironically it's part of our MBA . That same MBA that prepares you for a cut throat corporate career and to be selfish, money minded and to only look how to utilize u'r time in ways that will enable you to make even MORE money than you currently are.
So anyway I am supposed to work for this NGO and do whatever they feel like making me do.My noble ideas have disappeared, I don't feel like getting up in the morning and dragging myself to this NGO and it only feels like a burden, like a course Im taking for credit.
I can only decipher that I'm horribly shallow or something and it reminds me of that cliched statement -"the person who changes the world is not the one who says the pond is dirty but the one who cleans up the pond"
so excuse my moral post. I've been feeling just a tad guilty about this whole thing. Quite unlike what my MBA degree prepares me for!
January 18, 2007
forms...
have you ever filled out those forms for companies that want u'r whole life history? They also want examples of when you displayed exemplary heroics, leaderships skills, innovation and basically displayed the early signs of being the next Bill Gates, Mahatma Gandhi and Sachin Tendulkar all rolled in one.
My roomie is filling out tons of these forms almost everyday. She's a mild mannered and gentlefor most part but filling the forms has turned her into a raving lunatic for the larger part of the day. She abuses the company, despairs that she has to write pure bullshit and then is usually at the brink of giving up on the whole deal halfway through it.
I wonder which idiot thought of these types of forms as a good way to judge potential employees. Actually they should be used as a way to judge potential fiction authors.Even worse are those psychometric or psychoanalytic tests.... but more on that later...!
My roomie is filling out tons of these forms almost everyday. She's a mild mannered and gentlefor most part but filling the forms has turned her into a raving lunatic for the larger part of the day. She abuses the company, despairs that she has to write pure bullshit and then is usually at the brink of giving up on the whole deal halfway through it.
I wonder which idiot thought of these types of forms as a good way to judge potential employees. Actually they should be used as a way to judge potential fiction authors.Even worse are those psychometric or psychoanalytic tests.... but more on that later...!
December 02, 2006
why? why? WHY????
I just finished a Mills & Boon. I've read three of them so far... including this one. My reaction at the end of it is always the same - I end up throwing the book as far as I can fling it and think to myself "what utter rubbish!"So sue me, I needed something light to read. Instead I ended up with harebrained garbage disguised as printed pages of a book.
In all three books the plot has been the same, the woman is always amazingly, unimaginably beautiful but for some reason is not a model or a hollywood actress but instead something impossible like a cleaner or a secretary. The main guy is ALWAYS the most handsome creature ever alive (considering the number of these books, that makes it a lot of guys hankering for the top spot!) and always over six feet tall and of course every bit of him muscled up, even his eyelids!So anyway, the woman always falls in love with the guy on first sight but hates herself for doing so pretends to hate him. The guys is always a brute who has also secretly fallen in love with the woman on first sight and is brute so that she doesn't find out.... etc etc. You get the idea.
These books are supposed to be, you know, teenage stuff.. stuff that giggly schoolgirls dream about and hence read these books and imagine themselves turning into swans from ugly ducklings and finding their knight and what not. I just think that if such kinds of girls exist someone please replace the scrambelled eggs that are substituting for brains with some real grey cells!
In all three books the plot has been the same, the woman is always amazingly, unimaginably beautiful but for some reason is not a model or a hollywood actress but instead something impossible like a cleaner or a secretary. The main guy is ALWAYS the most handsome creature ever alive (considering the number of these books, that makes it a lot of guys hankering for the top spot!) and always over six feet tall and of course every bit of him muscled up, even his eyelids!So anyway, the woman always falls in love with the guy on first sight but hates herself for doing so pretends to hate him. The guys is always a brute who has also secretly fallen in love with the woman on first sight and is brute so that she doesn't find out.... etc etc. You get the idea.
These books are supposed to be, you know, teenage stuff.. stuff that giggly schoolgirls dream about and hence read these books and imagine themselves turning into swans from ugly ducklings and finding their knight and what not. I just think that if such kinds of girls exist someone please replace the scrambelled eggs that are substituting for brains with some real grey cells!
October 24, 2006
my mom on orkut???!!!
my mums' quite a colourful character so she ends up being the subject of most of my posts.
She wants to join orkut now, pose as some 24 year old who goes by some fictitious name or something like that. ??!!!?? wtf?
maybe this is what mid life crisis is like
I had to tell her its illegal to do something like that online. Thankfully she believes me. so far.
She wants to join orkut now, pose as some 24 year old who goes by some fictitious name or something like that. ??!!!?? wtf?
maybe this is what mid life crisis is like
I had to tell her its illegal to do something like that online. Thankfully she believes me. so far.
July 28, 2006
Naturally disastrous...
Ok I've had enough of being called a walking disaster, clumsy, having two left feet, disaster prone, accident prone, everythingbad prone but sadly enough, it is true. I hate admitting this and whenever something happens that justifies these names I always think that it will be the last time, how I'll prove everyone wrong and then laugh in their faces when they expect me to break something and I don't. It really doesn't happen that way.
I don't only break things; I lose them, leave them in places they should never have been in the first place or emit some strange energy that makes them act quite extraordinarily. I could have sold my life story to the X-Files screenwriters. Damn. Too late.
I have driven my mother insane by ruining all her nice china!That's the least of my sins actually, my worst would have to be when my passport mysteriously disappeared when I was studying in Canada. Actually no that could compete with the time I spilled beer on my brand new amazingly hi-tech and amazingly expensive laptop and effectively killed it.
Then there was this one time when I could do nothing but laugh at my own stupidity. I went to take my luggage out of the car from the trunk. So I took the keys, opened the trunk, took the keys out put them in the trunk, took my suitcase out and promptly shut the trunk with the keys in it!!! Well the rest can be left to imagination only that the spare set had to be sent from 80km away in another car.
My repertoire does include missing flights, losing books, breaking all forms of utensils, crushing my glasses to bits, washing contact lenses and goldfish down the sink drains, spewing a mouthful of water over my manager and the like.
I guess there is no hope. I give up. I will have to buy plastic utensils my whole life and stay very far from most electrical equipment.
I don't only break things; I lose them, leave them in places they should never have been in the first place or emit some strange energy that makes them act quite extraordinarily. I could have sold my life story to the X-Files screenwriters. Damn. Too late.
I have driven my mother insane by ruining all her nice china!That's the least of my sins actually, my worst would have to be when my passport mysteriously disappeared when I was studying in Canada. Actually no that could compete with the time I spilled beer on my brand new amazingly hi-tech and amazingly expensive laptop and effectively killed it.
Then there was this one time when I could do nothing but laugh at my own stupidity. I went to take my luggage out of the car from the trunk. So I took the keys, opened the trunk, took the keys out put them in the trunk, took my suitcase out and promptly shut the trunk with the keys in it!!! Well the rest can be left to imagination only that the spare set had to be sent from 80km away in another car.
My repertoire does include missing flights, losing books, breaking all forms of utensils, crushing my glasses to bits, washing contact lenses and goldfish down the sink drains, spewing a mouthful of water over my manager and the like.
I guess there is no hope. I give up. I will have to buy plastic utensils my whole life and stay very far from most electrical equipment.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)