When you switch jobs

Sometime back, a little over few months ago, you decided to part with your work set up and join a force of highly motivated individuals trying to make a difference in the IT industry, well that was what you thought when you first contemplated joining which I am speakin of, but 'tis since then and you haven't yet quite "settled". Did you not want to? Was it a conscious effort; you didn't want to settle down? None would fancy such an ordeal, amongst his peers, amongst this cruelly ferocious competitive industry!

At times, where you find yourself is, in the midst of, a heap load of office politix, added to the non-acceptance of an outsider in a "close", settled team. People start eyeing you as the boss's new fav, whilst on the contrary, the boss might himself be screwin you with your pants down. Rearly (yes not rarely .. u knw wa I mean), do you try to make an effort to flow against the system, and when you do, all you get is a thonged, prickly thin shovin up ur as*. It becomes a rat race, not of the fittest and technically strongest, but politically motivated and politically supported!

And suddenly you start thinkin, I guess I was a technician ... or was it all a scorn by the Almighty to show me another face and yet prove again ... YOU ARE HUMANS! That ever self centered, over-zealous and jealous race... And 'tis at such overtures, that you start comparing all this to a terrorist attack .. a civil war inflicted upon those who choose to dare and question the monarchy amidst all anarchy (ofcourse, or else there wouldnt have been such fallacies), and question the manner in which it has been provided "to, by and for" those who "matter"(question is really?)

All of a sudden, you start seeing activities all over your workplace; people start frequenting the cafeteria, accompanied in most probabilities by their fellow workers... not new, not old, but "trusted"! Trust, do we ask 'em, do they indeed trust their "trusted ones"... Were it not for the fact that an invasion from an alien species of a new kind needs be inverted, each would have gobbled up every other one, vying for the "step-up"... And then you ponder-"All need a step-up"... No rules attached, no questions answered, dont matter if you just got promoted, all you gotta do n think about is, your race to the next step-up begins the very same day! And why not, if all you gotta do is show your peer, junior, superior, everybody down n dont let em surface to get a breather whilst swimmin in this swam of "{add filth however you like}" ...
To be continued...

Frailty thy name is woman

Hamlet says that for his mother!
How apt, how true to the quintessential existence of this other gender.
Or is it? Is a woman really that weak, frail? Isnt it us, men, who are terribly weak and at every behest of that one glimpse from the corner of her eye and that devilish smile, we would get mesmerized by the Satan!

Nicolas Cage in "The City of Angels" says - I would rather have had one smell of her hair, one touch of her skin, one kiss from her lips than an eternity without one.

Wow!... Thats supposed to be one of the most romantic dialogues ever; may I ask, isnt this sycophancy? Why does this war of the testosterones, overpower all our senses and the ability to think? Does being in love, really mean being blinded, some of the questions I never have found answers to?
And if the weaker sex can rather keep their progesterone levels in control and be level headed, then why the hell do us men lose all our senses?
What pursuit is it? What is it that we're lookin really for? Where does this search end really?
Does it end in the eyes of your beloved, in the words of a romantic?
Does it end in between the legs of The One, in the words of a cynic?
Does it never end even after you carry this to your grave, in the words of a philosopher?

Whats more perplexing is, the price that we are ready to pay and indeed end up paying everytime. Its mentally agonizing, its like ridin a bike while sittin on a seat of thorns and havin em shoved up your ass!

And isnt the weaker sex, much more strong in its feelings, it knows when n where to draw the line and cut off from all bonds!
What a waste, u feel like havin been jerked off right at ur face!

Retrospection - And then there was light!

Aaah ,
Been a long time since ma last post and I havent been posting regularly ever...:)...
But I'm sure all have missed me and thus it seems, cuz I dont find no comments, on any of my blog posts!...
Whine n whine all that's I ever done and yet no shine in sight!
Plight is such, to that I wont bow, and not a single cross doth go!!

All said and done, here I am tryin to really while away time sittin at ma system in my office.
Office - what an office ... Been more than 2 months now since I joined this reputed organization and havent yet found work!No projects being allocated yet, all I have been asked to do is to self study!
And then, we thought the times to study were over...Had that drive been there, I would rather have gone in for ma MBA... but in vain...
Its traumatizin really, believe me gentlemen, even more painful than being left spent without a blow job taken, to sit idle in your office. You get tired of fakin that false pretence of bein busy all the time with - NOTHIN!!! ARRRRRGH :(

All ma friends, hungry and starved, they excuse me, rationalizin with the overtly obscene sex-ratio at my place, but somehow you dun even wanna look at all those pretty damn darn powder coated faces, all smiles, all sin, they leave nothin in you but, FLESH BLOOD n WEAKNESS!
The worst thing is to fall in love and then waste it all over...Girls - freaky, yuck creatures...Maybe I shudve listened to Calvin's advice all along...But more of that on a separate post...

This seems to be a temple of 500 worshipers with a lot of donations being poured and pockets being filled, but to whom and what for? - Nobody knows, what are we here for?What have we been hired for?

Whats our reason for existence?

Fade to Black ...

How happy the times were,
How sad things seem now,
Everyday, I tread the boulevard,
O Broken dreams? But Dreams are rare..
Just you n me n then I bow...

Mornings come and evenings go,
Past my shadows I keep my glare
Maybe I'll find you there
By now I fear to look
Look back coz ur gone

Maybe you were never there,
Look to an oasis I do,
But all the waters are down
In the seas of my tears I now drown...

Build me a happy grave, O friend
I bid adieu, adieu to all the smiles I ever wore..

Fellowship of Calvin

Statutory Warning:
The below mentioned are views solely those of the author. The author intolerably suffers from Alzheimer's disease and has maladjusted antisocial tendencies.......





This blog is dedicated to the greatest, wisest and most learned of em all.
"CALVIN baba"...

Once upon a time, God descended on earth and found utter ignorance in human intelligence, there was intellectual mayhem all over whence He decided to bestow this world with the Supreme.
He gave us, most undeserving of all, Calvin and thus was created a fellowship...

This young six year 'ol kiddo has all the nerves to unnerve each hamstring in your brain....
(For those, who disagree to the fact that hamstrings are in brains, please contact your orthopedic asap. :))

This post welcomes one n all to come express your feelings and pay tribute to THE ONE...

When you start idling around in the company

People keep telling tales of they fall short of time in the office...They whine and complain about their managers, their colleagues, the guy you share your cubicle with; the nastiest creature on the planet who eats papaya in the morning and makes it a point to drink a liter of milk to the office and then keeps farting the whole day round. This guy is a silent predator who doesnt hesitate grinning right at your face at every launch!...

Then there are tales, of people sneaking onto orkut.com with proxy servers jugged from all round the globe...Technology they say, fools the very creator of its...And they say we have firewalls around!!!... Some very intelligent person made the best use of his brains and came up with the ingenious idea of dating thru shaadi.com and the likes(pardon me for I still am uninitiated at these :) )...Well I really am!!!

And if you ever wondered, how the bosses keep em selves busy @ work?....
Well one's just writin a blog and the idlest of people are readin this piece of shit.... :)

Uhhhhhhhhh..... nope I don mean no blasphemy here ...

As for me, I still am waitin for that lovely smile to accompany me to the Barista ....
Y? coffee peene ke liye ...hehehe

"COFFEE" - Watch Pyaar ke Side Effects ... if you really dunno what it means....
Till teh next post ....
Asta le vista...
M

To Begin with ....

It all started with the homecoming of this, just another child on 12th Nov 1982...The journey began from a small Govtt. colony in the serene surroundings of DehraDun, a green valley, in the womb of the Himalyas in India.DehraDun has been famous for its schooling since ages and is still coming of age with the technological advances in education lately. Lucky to have studied from St. Joseph's Academy, I got my first insight into the fun @ school only as late as when I was in class IXth(Goin to school was a real drag to me until then :) )...And what made school interesting?.......Books?...Friends?..........Naaaaaaaah...It was busty gals steppin into their adoloscence ;)..Those tight white shirts and middie skirts ......Phew ...What better cud the originator of education bestow us lads with?
So, you took me seriously there eh?...Wehl....You may ... if you wud like to ..hehehe...
Another thing that I picked up from school was to write Poems...Poems...yes...There was this friend of mine,Pankaj, who used to write poems and I got inspired from him and guess what was the title of my first poem?..."Pankaj is my best friend"...lols...But I've surely come a long way from there...Poems gradually became a real 'thing' for me...
Next came in my introduction to this gang of ours at school in my high school...A bunch of a dozen guys who wud just laugh it out all the time...Stealin tiffin boxes, right from the second period onwards and targetin different classmates everytime. And then with our mouthsful would start the race...The Race?...Yea, hooligans running across the field coz one of the gangmates had run away with the last tiffin in the loot of the day!!!...Those were the days ...Crushes, Infatuations...Proposes...And we were all still happy in our own world...But does that mean we were the backbenchers and failed miserably at the exams?Not quite so...On the contrary we were the favorite lot of the school...The top rankers...(Okie okie I'll admit not the toppers :)...but quite amongst 'em).Even our classteacher, would sit down with our gang and give us Gyan on the Birds n the Bees.She was our Guru and we would not forget her ever...Ms Rashmi..mind you "Miss"... ;)
Then came an end to all that fun once we had to step outta school and look towards our career...Alas!!!A brief break to that Saga........From here we moved onto ....
THE FORMATIVE YEARS