35+65+693+58+69596+6958+245+658+845+3215+651+856+11+25465+2554+32 -enter-
damn!
how come?
'here's ur tea dear'
35+65+693+58+69596+6958+245+658+845+3215+651+85.... tring! tring! tring! tring!
why don't you ever pick up the phone?!
Shh...damn...all over again...
35+65+693+58+69596+6958+245+658+845+3215...651...taxation..no, there has to be a reversal made...where's the voucher....
13.5 percent times 3 for 12 months...and then...
dyaddy! dyaddy! look at me....i am a spiderman!...dyaddy!...dyaddy? dyaaa...huunn..mommy...
why do you scare the child so much...can't you do those stuff at your office?
come, we will play...spiderman and superman...rite? dhishum...dhishum....
13.5 percent...tring, tring, tring...tring, tring, tring...
Hel-lu...mr. devdass association...this is the residence though...
Phone: think, we have met the right person...are you at your home computer sir? working on your office work?
WHLC: aaa....i ....actually...aaa...no......
Phone: don't move, don't try to escape...all routes will be closing...and we have surrounded your house...you have crossed the work limit hours per week...you are charged of working too much and contributing excessively to the annual GDP per capita... you will be penalized...to a forced vacation with your family to hawaii for the next three weeks...all costs born by the rehab....
WHLC: you can't do that...its a crime...i haven't finished the project yet...it's not fair...
Phone:don't make it any difficult for us...your computer will automatically shut off in the next 10mins. All your work-related files and folders will be sent to your office where you can find them after your vacation....thank you for listening patiently to us...enjoy your vacation!
WHLC: its not fair... oh my god...the computer is shutting off...someone stop it... help...this is...oh my god...someone...
Thus, the workholic was doomed to a three weeks' vacation to the much relief of his family. The WHLC however had torturous hours staring at the clear blue ocean and the sunny sky... i am sure he saw his project and his calculations on them too!
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
long time no ramble
Soliloquy: wish i knew my next station...i'd probably pull the bell right now... but i will just move on...and on and on...to see beyond the next corner, the next and the next...
the grey cells in the head seem to be numb and the fingers just lull over the black keys, to type in their own pace. the knots and bolts of the body seem to be chugging on their own, like an old train.
the situation is such- i don't know what i just said. i don't know what i am supposed to do. i called three extensions to get no reply and there is a desperate need to talk to someone on things you don't want to discuss.
n then the phone rings for me to give nonsensical replies like - i don't know and it seems so and guess it is right.
efficiencies and inefficiencies. effectiveness and ineffectiveness. management terms go haywire in the head to mix into potpourri of jargonless haphazard.
Information: Anil Ambani was voted the favorite businessman, Laxmi Mittal the favorite NRI and Sonia Gandhi the favorite politician...and yes, Amitabh the fav actor as usual -TOI-christmas day
Compliment: yesterday, got a strange kind of statement for me...it went - i like your way of communication, i think i have learned smthing myself - i was like ? ?
branding is deep deep deep...deeper than I ever thought it would be. its hectic. its tiring. its difficult and its meticulous. i don't do it. i see it being done - that's all the more difficult.
there are these 'thought ofthe day' that a friend of mine keeps posted me with each day, some are good ones like -
do what you want,
be who you are
and
say what you feel,
because
those who mind, don't matter
and
those who matter, don't mind
and a very applicable one:
Don't make promise when you are in joy.
Don't reply when you are sad.
Don't take decision when you are angry.
Think twice..., Act Wise.
n you go thinking like...hmmm......
the grey cells in the head seem to be numb and the fingers just lull over the black keys, to type in their own pace. the knots and bolts of the body seem to be chugging on their own, like an old train.
the situation is such- i don't know what i just said. i don't know what i am supposed to do. i called three extensions to get no reply and there is a desperate need to talk to someone on things you don't want to discuss.
n then the phone rings for me to give nonsensical replies like - i don't know and it seems so and guess it is right.
efficiencies and inefficiencies. effectiveness and ineffectiveness. management terms go haywire in the head to mix into potpourri of jargonless haphazard.
Information: Anil Ambani was voted the favorite businessman, Laxmi Mittal the favorite NRI and Sonia Gandhi the favorite politician...and yes, Amitabh the fav actor as usual -TOI-christmas day
Compliment: yesterday, got a strange kind of statement for me...it went - i like your way of communication, i think i have learned smthing myself - i was like ? ?
branding is deep deep deep...deeper than I ever thought it would be. its hectic. its tiring. its difficult and its meticulous. i don't do it. i see it being done - that's all the more difficult.
there are these 'thought ofthe day' that a friend of mine keeps posted me with each day, some are good ones like -
do what you want,
be who you are
and
say what you feel,
because
those who mind, don't matter
and
those who matter, don't mind
and a very applicable one:
Don't make promise when you are in joy.
Don't reply when you are sad.
Don't take decision when you are angry.
Think twice..., Act Wise.
n you go thinking like...hmmm......
Monday, December 25, 2006
the waiting
made the phone call
rambled through my handbag
stared at the ceiling
counted the overhead lights
analyzed all the paintings on the wall
read the famous sayings posted there
talked to the next stranger
listened to his woes
rambled the bag again
made a second call
stared enough at the clock
to see the minute-hand move
stared at the ceiling again
talked to the next stranger
passed a couple of smiles around
to get back v. few
i start thinking - what a world it is
all strangers around
jus then the door opens
the priest says - next!
ah! i sigh - the waiting is over
rambled through my handbag
stared at the ceiling
counted the overhead lights
analyzed all the paintings on the wall
read the famous sayings posted there
talked to the next stranger
listened to his woes
rambled the bag again
made a second call
stared enough at the clock
to see the minute-hand move
stared at the ceiling again
talked to the next stranger
passed a couple of smiles around
to get back v. few
i start thinking - what a world it is
all strangers around
jus then the door opens
the priest says - next!
ah! i sigh - the waiting is over
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