Saturday, February 21, 2009
They say that it feels like 33 days. And how true - when we look back on our lives, many things and the most important things feel like they happened yesterday, and the trouble we buffet ourselves with seem like eternity.
I wonder, and when I look back, after 3 full decades of living, it seems like life started just yesterday. I remember the first day, my sister went to school, and the colours look so real and her oiled piggy tails so fresh.
So many memories, seeming like they happened yesterday, and now when I see my Parents smiling on Yesterday - it reminds gently, that so much of worry for today at best robs of all your happiness and nothing more.
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While this is fun in life, I wonder why it becomes so exceptionally dirty in work life. People talking and behaving oblivious that there are no closed rooms or cubicles, but just tinted glass(es) on all 6 sides.
One thing is for sure. How you behave when you are winning tells a lot about your character, and everything about your character when you are losing.
The last 2 weeks has given me a chance to look at myself through this tinted glass, and it was ______ seeing myself that way.
You discover a few subdued traits of yourself, experience a different depth of emotion and have a muffled laugh meeting yourself all over again.
The best part is when you realize the convictions, beliefs and ideas you swore by suddenly don't appear and you wonder. And then you sit back, see the world on the other side of the tinted glass and finally laugh.
It helps you browse, play games, check match scores, chat and ya make phone calls, and kill boredom during long corporate speeches, meetings, waiting for the girl to come etc etc. Oh yeah, you can check all your personal mails, book movie tickets, find addresses / directions and....and....and.... Check office mail and ignore it all!
Now I can blog sitting on the pot!!! Did all the girls say eh! Let me share some disgusting secret - you girls never know how many times your guy answered the phone sitting like a king on the Pot. Hehhehehhehe
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
'Friends' who have never been in touch start calling 2-3 times a day asking me for references and help updating the CVs, Pals offer advice, close ones offer fortitude and the rest with whom you work, offer Red Flags, missed schedules and dwarfed minds.
It’s perplexing how this whole concept of Red Flags, Missed Schedules and Dwarfed minds work both at work and in life in general.
At work, when red flags are raised early on, you are an asshole and the same when raised by the world over, after something gets screwed and you refuse to be part of the “orgasmic futile dwarfed ‘intellectual’ discussion”, you are again being an Asshole – wake up – either grow balls, or take pride in being diminutive (and I guess there is nothing wrong with that).
In life, fortunately it’s not driven by schedules and P/L accounts – yes, the bills do worry me, but that has its place and that’s about it. I like the few who can look into your eye, and tell you much before, hey John – I think you are taking too much of a risk or this may be bad for you there by in a way raise the red flag – and at the same time give you the freedom saying – it’s your life – It’s wonderful to have them around, and yes – you can count them using as few fingers as possible. And the rest really don’t matter, as they supply you with a bundle of red flags constantly with which you can decorate your life, till it bleeds of Red – same - either grow balls, or take pride in being diminutive.
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Friday, February 06, 2009
There are some many words that run through my head that can fill that blank after “Disappointment with ….”
What appalls the most is when you are disappointed most at the lack of sensitivity, about how you would react if you were in the same position –
- What if you were the employee and not the boss
- What if you were the customer and not the bank
- What if you were the vendor and not the client
- What if you were to give business and not execute
- What if you were to hangout in someone’s corridor and the other shuns
- What if you were the pragmatic and not the idealist
What if ….