IN HONOUR of that ol' bearded guy with a red and white costume
PRELUDE- HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO GET HOLD OF THE INTERNET LATELY BCAUSE OF 2 REASONS- 1. I'VE BEEN TOO (OR MAYBE EVEN THREE) BUSY FOR THE PAST WEEK OR SO.. AND 2. I'VE BEEN AT LOGGERHEADS WITH THE WORLD, AND MYSELF IN PARTICULAR CAUSE I'M SOOO FRUSTRATED.... AND THE HOLIDAY SEASON DOSEN'T HELP EITHER CAUSE EVERYBODY'S GOIN HOME AND I'M STUCK HERE ALL ALONE (BOO HOO).
But since it's THAT time of the year again,, i think it's my duty as a big ol' fart to wish u guys on this happy, happy (hah) occasion. So here goes...............
I don't care if i look like a Cow
it dosen't matter if i'm as tall as a dwarf
it's okay if life is a bitch!
cause Jesus was born on this day for you and me
and that's enough reason for me to be happy.
MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone
a very very merry christmas....................hic..hic..hicc...(sometimes,,it's nice to be high..)
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Sick nights and soyabean days
I'm not actually sick, in the literal term, but i'm far from feeling OK. Of course, everybody around me in office sniffling and coughing in my face dosen't do me wonders either.
I'm just sick of feeling so uninspired. The phrase 'down and out' keeps ringing in my head. I haven't heard any fat lady singing, so i figure this can't be THE END! But i'm feeling lousy, and i don't need no fat lady to tell me that.
It's just that everybody else seem so enthusiastic about this JOB, but i'm hardly interested by most of what's happening. Everyday, i just wanna finish my time and crawl back home. It looked so exciting before i entered it.....
Late evening shifts don't go down well with my mood either. Here i am, clicking away at the computer while i could be home watching 'Lost' on TV (yea, yea, that's what i call exciting). Sick nights.And i knew my dream date with the canteen wouldn't last. Eating 3rd quality rice with Nutrila, otherwise known as soyabean dosen't humor my stomach anymore (no wonder).
The only bright side is that i can carp all i want about it on my blog and my mood can change pretty quickly ( and it will, especially 'IF' Bill Gates calls me up while he's in India and tells me that he has bequeathed half his fortune-- which is more than i could count -- to me because he thinks i'm cute). Hehehaha.. snicker..i think i'm brightening up already.
I'm not actually sick, in the literal term, but i'm far from feeling OK. Of course, everybody around me in office sniffling and coughing in my face dosen't do me wonders either.
I'm just sick of feeling so uninspired. The phrase 'down and out' keeps ringing in my head. I haven't heard any fat lady singing, so i figure this can't be THE END! But i'm feeling lousy, and i don't need no fat lady to tell me that.
It's just that everybody else seem so enthusiastic about this JOB, but i'm hardly interested by most of what's happening. Everyday, i just wanna finish my time and crawl back home. It looked so exciting before i entered it.....
Late evening shifts don't go down well with my mood either. Here i am, clicking away at the computer while i could be home watching 'Lost' on TV (yea, yea, that's what i call exciting). Sick nights.And i knew my dream date with the canteen wouldn't last. Eating 3rd quality rice with Nutrila, otherwise known as soyabean dosen't humor my stomach anymore (no wonder).
The only bright side is that i can carp all i want about it on my blog and my mood can change pretty quickly ( and it will, especially 'IF' Bill Gates calls me up while he's in India and tells me that he has bequeathed half his fortune-- which is more than i could count -- to me because he thinks i'm cute). Hehehaha.. snicker..i think i'm brightening up already.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
JOYRIDES AND LAST RITES ON DELHI ROADS.
(Part Two)
Concluding the joyride series, i'll reveal my favourite bunch of people among the lot who ferry us everyday - The Auto drivers, masters of the sacred art of manic driving.
These honorable men, like ancient secret organizations, live by a secret code, which says that none among them should succumb to the materialistic ways of the world by following transient, man-made laws like traffic rules or human psyche induced ‘morals’. They shamelessly fleece customers (Hey, they also have a family to feed, you know!), run every red light, and make faces at ‘no U-Turn’ signals.
Besides religiously following the “no-following-of-any-rules” mantra, they possess driving skills that would make Michael Schumacher cringe in shame. They can drive with one hand while the other is busy scratching some *&^%$#@ body part, and can squeeze in through the tiniest space between other vehicles. And when there is no space, they create one by inadvertently honking and swearing in abandon. (It has been scientifically proven that an excess of honking and swearing creates a ripple or wobble effect in the fabric of space breaking up the constituent matter particles creating extra space the size of an autorickshaw).
They screech and swerve through traffic with the speed and urgency of a guy running towards the bathroom after holding back a full bladder for four hours in a Seminar. I want to remind you that all this is in the interest of the passengers, whom the Auto driver wants to deliver at the designated place at the earliest- living, dead, or with one arm missing.
With such dedicated professionals at your service, I recommend everyone should travel in Buses or Autos instead of wasting fuel in private cars or wasting money on roller-coaster rides.
Only one advice, please perform your last rites before boarding them.
(Part Two)
Concluding the joyride series, i'll reveal my favourite bunch of people among the lot who ferry us everyday - The Auto drivers, masters of the sacred art of manic driving.
These honorable men, like ancient secret organizations, live by a secret code, which says that none among them should succumb to the materialistic ways of the world by following transient, man-made laws like traffic rules or human psyche induced ‘morals’. They shamelessly fleece customers (Hey, they also have a family to feed, you know!), run every red light, and make faces at ‘no U-Turn’ signals.
Besides religiously following the “no-following-of-any-rules” mantra, they possess driving skills that would make Michael Schumacher cringe in shame. They can drive with one hand while the other is busy scratching some *&^%$#@ body part, and can squeeze in through the tiniest space between other vehicles. And when there is no space, they create one by inadvertently honking and swearing in abandon. (It has been scientifically proven that an excess of honking and swearing creates a ripple or wobble effect in the fabric of space breaking up the constituent matter particles creating extra space the size of an autorickshaw).
They screech and swerve through traffic with the speed and urgency of a guy running towards the bathroom after holding back a full bladder for four hours in a Seminar. I want to remind you that all this is in the interest of the passengers, whom the Auto driver wants to deliver at the designated place at the earliest- living, dead, or with one arm missing.
With such dedicated professionals at your service, I recommend everyone should travel in Buses or Autos instead of wasting fuel in private cars or wasting money on roller-coaster rides.
Only one advice, please perform your last rites before boarding them.
Sunday, December 04, 2005
JOYRIDES AND LAST RITES ON DELHI ROADS.
(Part One)
Every Great city in the world worth its name has their own trademark transport system with which they are identified with. San Francisco has its Trams, New York its fabled Cabs (and drivers), London has the 'Tube', Tokyo its sleek Bullet trains and Even Mumbai has its overcrowded Local Train Network. (I’m just making them all up, of course)
Now Delhi, i am proud to report, has not one, but a series of transport systems which can truly be associated only with Delhi, on the nature of the adrenaline packed sagas surrounding them. Let’s take a look at the one of the more famous ones - STA Buses.
The buses may not be air conditioned, but they condition the air with a sense of unflagging excitement. You never get bored riding them. One minute you’re drowsily sitting in the seat, then the Bus suddenly accelerates and you find yourself part of a Formula 1 race between two buses where one is trying to get ahead of the other in the clogged Delhi roads, all in the interest of the ‘people’ who are eagerly waiting for transport at the Bus stands; and not; I repeat, not because of their greed for grabbing more passengers than their rivals.
Even while holding on to your dear life by grabbing the seat rails, you can't help but marvel at the driver's skills and his self confidence, considering that the lives of a 101 people in the bus are in his hands.
With the number of people who get hit by these buses each year, one also gets the impression that perhaps they are playing a year round game in which they get points for every person they hit (Hey Kumar, i just got another one. That makes it 21 this year. Do i get a bonus point? ).
It's like riding a roller-coaster ride with the added excitement of the actual possibility of getting hurt. Plus they drop you off where you want to go. Nothing defines the essence of the city more than this service - fast paced, rugged and exciting (did i add smelling)
(Part One)
Every Great city in the world worth its name has their own trademark transport system with which they are identified with. San Francisco has its Trams, New York its fabled Cabs (and drivers), London has the 'Tube', Tokyo its sleek Bullet trains and Even Mumbai has its overcrowded Local Train Network. (I’m just making them all up, of course)
Now Delhi, i am proud to report, has not one, but a series of transport systems which can truly be associated only with Delhi, on the nature of the adrenaline packed sagas surrounding them. Let’s take a look at the one of the more famous ones - STA Buses.
The buses may not be air conditioned, but they condition the air with a sense of unflagging excitement. You never get bored riding them. One minute you’re drowsily sitting in the seat, then the Bus suddenly accelerates and you find yourself part of a Formula 1 race between two buses where one is trying to get ahead of the other in the clogged Delhi roads, all in the interest of the ‘people’ who are eagerly waiting for transport at the Bus stands; and not; I repeat, not because of their greed for grabbing more passengers than their rivals.
Even while holding on to your dear life by grabbing the seat rails, you can't help but marvel at the driver's skills and his self confidence, considering that the lives of a 101 people in the bus are in his hands.
With the number of people who get hit by these buses each year, one also gets the impression that perhaps they are playing a year round game in which they get points for every person they hit (Hey Kumar, i just got another one. That makes it 21 this year. Do i get a bonus point? ).
It's like riding a roller-coaster ride with the added excitement of the actual possibility of getting hurt. Plus they drop you off where you want to go. Nothing defines the essence of the city more than this service - fast paced, rugged and exciting (did i add smelling)
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