Thursday, September 21, 2006
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Ranting About
Should I change the template of my blog?
Perhaps buy myself another shirt
Maybe a pair of shoes
Dig into that succulent kabab
Watch Lord of War for the 12th time
Grow a mustache
Play a game of scrabble online
Wrestle with work through the week
Spend another thursday night drinking Whiskey and pretending to have fun
Why don't any of the statements have fullstops?
Why does this one, the one above and the first one deserve the questionmark?
?????
Sucks in case you didnt get it.
Perhaps buy myself another shirt
Maybe a pair of shoes
Dig into that succulent kabab
Watch Lord of War for the 12th time
Grow a mustache
Play a game of scrabble online
Wrestle with work through the week
Spend another thursday night drinking Whiskey and pretending to have fun
Why don't any of the statements have fullstops?
Why does this one, the one above and the first one deserve the questionmark?
?????
Sucks in case you didnt get it.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Points to ponder
I come across a lot of people, and I myself am no exception who often complain of work related stress, discontentment, lack of a purpose, being made for a better cause etc etc.
Though all are different issues, they become scrambled in our minds (Sorry to digress but on that thought what a yummy bheja masala would our minds make).
Bheja masala apart the point to ponder here is that work is perhaps the only thing that we know how to do and do it reasonable well so why would that cause any stress. I have a feeling that the answer to this question lies elsewhere.
On a simliar topic, some more points to ponder
Though all are different issues, they become scrambled in our minds (Sorry to digress but on that thought what a yummy bheja masala would our minds make).
Bheja masala apart the point to ponder here is that work is perhaps the only thing that we know how to do and do it reasonable well so why would that cause any stress. I have a feeling that the answer to this question lies elsewhere.
On a simliar topic, some more points to ponder
- Is a man what he does?
- Is a man how he does it?
- Is a man just what he is? If yes then what is he?
I googled for the above but sadly could not find the answer. Maybe the question was not coherent enough.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Third time lucky
The chinki eyed garhwali waiter presented me with a bill totaling to 78 AED for my Chinese meal along with a Chinese Fortune cookie. Closer inspection of the wrapper told me that the cookie was actually made in Great Britain. What the Chinese are doing to the West, the West is doing to China at least with regards to Fortune Cookies.
Anyway I tore open the wrapper and broke the cookie, but there was no fortune inside. That seemed logical, considering my life.
I told the waiter and he hurried back and got me another. I repeated the process with the same results. I was a bit perturbed I must admit. This occurrence has tremendous implications; you see a man who gets no fortune in his fortune cookie has nothing to look forward to.
By now the staff was quite intrigued. The Chinese waiters were actually murmuring in Chinese. "Beware of the man with no fortune", they seemed to be saying.
It was manager this time, who got me not one but the entire basket of Fortune Cookies and said with a flourish, "This time, you choose sir".
I picked up a cookie and struggled with the wrapper. The manager told me to hold it from both sides on the top and pull. I was a wee bit irritated. Here I was being not only proven to be unfortunate or fortuneless but also an imbecile who could not even tear open a cookie wrapper.
After a little struggle, I succeeded in tearing open the wrapper. The waiters and the manager stood around me waiting to see what the future held in store for me. I broke open the cookie and carefully removed the pieces and there at last after two unsuccessful attempts was a tiny piece of paper. One of the waiters actually clapped, a Chinese hostess beamed at me as I unfolded it. The manager was a bit disappointed as I read it keeping it close to my chest instead of reading it aloud.
'A current project will soon bring you great distinction'. Just the words I wanted to read.
But the reliability of fortune cookies in telling the future apart, the only thing that this incident can conclusively prove is that the goras fuck up. Or maybe it was just their Pakistani employees.
Anyway I tore open the wrapper and broke the cookie, but there was no fortune inside. That seemed logical, considering my life.
I told the waiter and he hurried back and got me another. I repeated the process with the same results. I was a bit perturbed I must admit. This occurrence has tremendous implications; you see a man who gets no fortune in his fortune cookie has nothing to look forward to.
By now the staff was quite intrigued. The Chinese waiters were actually murmuring in Chinese. "Beware of the man with no fortune", they seemed to be saying.
It was manager this time, who got me not one but the entire basket of Fortune Cookies and said with a flourish, "This time, you choose sir".
I picked up a cookie and struggled with the wrapper. The manager told me to hold it from both sides on the top and pull. I was a wee bit irritated. Here I was being not only proven to be unfortunate or fortuneless but also an imbecile who could not even tear open a cookie wrapper.
After a little struggle, I succeeded in tearing open the wrapper. The waiters and the manager stood around me waiting to see what the future held in store for me. I broke open the cookie and carefully removed the pieces and there at last after two unsuccessful attempts was a tiny piece of paper. One of the waiters actually clapped, a Chinese hostess beamed at me as I unfolded it. The manager was a bit disappointed as I read it keeping it close to my chest instead of reading it aloud.
'A current project will soon bring you great distinction'. Just the words I wanted to read.
But the reliability of fortune cookies in telling the future apart, the only thing that this incident can conclusively prove is that the goras fuck up. Or maybe it was just their Pakistani employees.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Motivation
One can do things out of the fear of not being able to do it right. Or one can do things for the pleasure of doing it right. I think the later works a lot better.
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