Hilarious !!!!

Winners of the "I Look Like My Dog" Contest

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Dormant to Terror !!!

Sounds of Horror they are
Scenes of Panic they are
Times of Distress they are
Periods of frustration they are

Hard it is to digest
Weird it is to digest

Killing of Mankind
Weeping of Mankind
Mourning of Mankind

Threaten they do the terrorists
Act they dont on the terrorists

How long we lived it is indelible
How long we ll live it is inscrutable

Temporize do We, exihibiting timidity
Rise dont We, inhibiting audacity

Yell we do at the gun men
yell we should at the top men

Spirited are we to rise to normalcy
Spirited not to fight the cowardly

Parlance they give to the world
nonchalance they show to the people

Patience we lose in being patient
Tensions we gain in being patient

May the day arise,
When independence shall not just be spelled
But shall also be felt

Reluctant Worker and the Enthusiastic dreamer !!!

As the world around her travels,
Her world still sleeps

As the world around her works,
Her world's getting over blues

Castles are built in our dreams
flyovers are built in her dreams

Dream she does, not just at home
No wonder she's seeking work from home

Shuttle is always early for her
late is she always for the shuttle

fan of the dorm
dorm is the second home...

Rest is she always bereft of
"Rest" is she always depressed of

Inspiration !!!

A group of frogs were traveling through the woods, and two of them fell into a deep pit. When the other frogs saw how deep the pit was, they told the two frogs that they were as good as dead. The two frogs ignored the comments and tried to jump up out of the pit with all their might. The other frogs kept telling them to stop, that they were as good as dead. Finally, one of the frogs took heed to what the other frogs were saying and gave up. He fell down and died.

The other frog continued to jump as hard as he could. Once again, the crowd of frogs yelled at him to stop the pain and just die. He jumped even harder and finally made it out. When he got out, the other frogs said, "Did you not hear us?" The frog explained to them that he was deaf. He thought they were encouraging him the entire time.

This story teaches two lessons:

1. There is power of life and death in the tongue. An encouraging word to someone who is down can lift them up and help them make it through the day.

2. A destructive word to someone who is down can be what it takes to kill them.

Be careful of what you say. Speak life to those who cross your path. The power of words... it is sometimes hard to understand that an encouraging word can go such a long way. Anyone can speak words that tend to rob another of the spirit to continue in difficult times. Special is the individual who will take the time to encourage another.

Flyovers...

Not certainly a plane that helps us fly
But most certainly is it called a fly over

Strive We do for as many of it
thrive we cant with as few of it

Stand do they symbolising Indian infrastructure
banned are they until opened by Indian chief minister

Decades we take to design one
Generations we take to construct one

They are what we wanted for eternity
they are what we get in senility

Legacy they are to our grandchildren
legacy they are we failed to inherit

[This poem s dedicated to Bangalore city and it s patient Junta]

Frustration quotient !!!

Now this is how the tenure of a techie in any damn comp ends :-)

One last mail to trusted frnz/colleagues goes this way:


Hey all,

It gives me great relief to flee from this Project at xxx where I have wasted the last n years loitering on this project. I sincerely want to express my deep unexpressed feelings (hatred, disgust, rancor, frustration, malice..) towards my PM whose useless suggestions, ignorance, and continual cribbing has given this project its current distorted shape. Every long and vague discussions with him had left me more confused shattering my fragile fundamentals. I will also like to extend my disgust to those who have unnecessarily showed undue interest in this project by poking their noses and hammering suggestions in areas which did not in any way concern them. Their destructive criticism and sardonic and superfluous remarks coupled with shabby grammar are greatly depreciated. Lastly I would like to thank all my friends for helping me to endure through this catastrophe. Do keep in touch guys!

Worst Regards,
A battered Team Member Soul


Copying this for usage elsewhere is strictly discouraged/prohibited !!!

Thats creativity at it's best !!!

This AD for a sleeping pill(Man dozing off while setting the alarm) won an award at Cannes Ad fest :-)

The Early morning conundrum !!!!

Over these past few days, An algorithm to decide upon how to commute to office seems to run on my mind just as i get off the bed....No wonder, possessing a bike s driven me all the more slothful...Add to that the kind of frenzy that the soccer world cup seems to have stirred, I dont see myself hitting the sack before 1 o clock and that s the last thin that i would hav wanted to do in order to take the only office shuttle at 7.45 am in the morning.....

Now, wat s the problem in opting out of the shuttle service and deciding upon going by bike??? Not many, but there are a few gud enough reasons to refrain from commuting by bike..

Firstly, it s got to be the reluctance towards going through the pain of driving through the highly congested/ jam prone roads of bangalore city...With evey place seeming doubly farther than it actually is(thanks to the traffic jams and the resulting time loss), more and more people are thinking on the lines of either shifting to houses closer to office or atleast commute by office shuttle, which allows them to dilute the pain of jams by browsing through pages of their favourite books or by getting absorbed in the music of their choice, as a driver(shuttle) bears the brunt for having chosen a profession that sucks big time in Bangalore...

Be it Suchi of Radio mirchi fame in chennai or Vasanthi of Radio city in blr, their immense popularity is in no less way related to early morning jams across these cities..

I realised the biggest pain on account of traffic jam last week, when I rode home after having worked out heavily inthe Gym and the night turned out to be a nightmare to me...My knees failed to respond...My eyes were drooping....My back was inflexible and head was giddy....Cant attribute anything but the 1 hr drive from office as the foremost reason behind these aches.....

Secondly, Bangalore is a kind of city where it starts pouring cats and dogs from no where. Over these 3 years of mystay in Bangalore, I had realised that it doesnt necessarily need to be monsoon time to see rain in bangalore.Rain triggers total fiasco on the roads...My colleagues say they hav experienced 3 hour journeys from office on rainy days.Rain makes it even more difficult to ride a bike...Biting time by being inside the shuttle is anyday better than having to maneuver a bike on these water clogged roads...
It reminds me of the very funny thing that one of my ex colleagues used to do...He used to commute by bike to office.The time he used to leave office was neither governed by work in office nor by his personal commitments back home,but by his self assessment of the clouds at around 5'o clock in the evening..Over the years, he had probably acquired a very special talent of predicting the possibility of rains to precision, just by looking at the clouds. No wonder I am missing the services of such a Gentleman here :-)

Thirdly, Bangalore traffic may soon earn a dubious reputation of bettering the temperament of bangaloreans, just by having them toil hard on the road, highly watchful of the vehicles around and completely absorbed in the world of driving for hours together until reaching the destination....There have been countless occasions when My feet hav been so close to being run over by the adjacent vehicle...This morning, for over 20 minutes as I was crawling through a traffic plagued area in first gear, the"dupatta" of the female driving next to me was brushing my knees atleast a couple of times..That s how close are the vehicles near by....People here are craving for space, but the rate at which the human/vehicle density is growing, even breathing space seems unlikely in years to come :-)...

One of the most pleasant places to live in the whole of India is turning into a living hell...Climate s probably the onlything that s holding back the people here...If that were to change, I would not be here to write one more blog on this once lovely place called Bangalore !!!

Destiny brings them together !!!

Frndship can happen anywhere, anytime....This blog is dedicated to those 5 frnz of mine who hav become my frnz purely by virtue of having the same destiny as I- meeting/bumping into each other by sheer coincidence...

If My joblessness just after my final semester Engineering exams brought a frnd, my joblessness after quitting my first job, brought another.....I shall never regret for having wiled out time during these 2 phases, for it gave me a few memories to cherish, to blog and may b script a novel sometime in the future...Now, dont b surprised at that wish...Wat u r about to read is as dramatic as a novel, as exhillarating as any movie and as interesting as our own life :-)

That all of this happened post college has definitely made me convinced that I hav left college for the gud :-)

Now....I require immesurable time to write on each of these events that led to making a new friend, building a new relationship and sustaining it....Time being a huge constraint, I am putting off the start of this topic to the next blog....

Keep visitin, cozzzz this one in all likelihood will be my best blog :-)