harsh in kinesphere

Correction, 10 Dalits died.
Now that’s something really different and it's a worst case scenario. Now the media’s in a frenzy, the government wakes up from its slumber, everything just starts to ‘click’.

What if the victims didn't have names?

Experiences dictate how you feel, in general or otherwise. This is no different thing.

I’ve heard of people like him all the time, first they start off as the teacher’s pet that mature into the professor’s pet, I never thought I’d get a firsthand experience, but I was in for a surprise. They are very easy to spot; they laugh at the senior’s/boss’s jokes the hardest, or greet them with a twinkle in their eye only to bitch when they are gone. They’ll interrupt you when you are speaking and reiterate everything what you’ve just said while talking to the boss. And the one I know is gifted in the sweet talk department, let me illustrate with an example:-

Me- (talking to myself) I am so mad at him, how could he blame it on me? I am going to give him a piece of my mind!
Chaatu- hi! Kya chal raha hai??
After 10 minutes, Chaatu’s leaving to ‘socialize’ with others.
Me- !#@#@$#@$!!! Where’s my wallet????!!! And why the hell am I NAKED????????!!!!
Chaatu- (with my money and my clothes) Sucker!!!
In situations like these having a speech impediment sucks big time!!!!

What I’ve learnt till now is that being a sweet talker is like being Neo, you just have it in you, and no one can take that away.

Well, its just about time he starts getting on people’s nerves (or off mine!) until then, I’ll sulk as he goes for a coffee break with seniors. I’ll stand aside for his twinkly eyes and cheeky smile. Until then he’s the chaatu I dislike, the one person I want to be.

It’s been ages… and despite my attempts this is turning into a ghost blog; it’ll be one amongst millions unless I do something about it.

Trying times are upon us. It could’ve been a fairly tale IT story, but that would be soo boring!!

Boy idolizes uncle, boy decides to be just like him- the ‘IT’ factor, working with the cutting edge with the all the money……. naaah, it was about the money. Boy gets job amidst the Global Economy Meltdown! Was it all just meant to be?

But many (read parents/ relatives) are glad that we are in the worst case scenario from the start. ‘It’s better if you face the worst in the beginning, that way even by being a fresher you’ve seen it all!’ but hey! during the layoff drill that was carried out by thee I was stirred, shaken and what not. Fresher’s don’t have to worry about such things you know, most of us aren't in debt, with zero responsibility. We’ll probably go crying back to our parents complaining about ‘the bad client who’s bankrupt and who made the big guys @ office hand-out pink slips’.

Let’s hope for the better.

More to come.. Or as the wannabes say ‘more to cum’!!! lol!

Days after the massacre, the will Taj and be transformed into virtual fortress, unlike the majority, the rich aren’t dispensable.
Let’s have a simple comparison-The police vs. the terrorist.
Become a terrorist and you’ll be respected; your family will be given financial aid and even your government will stand by you /* when no one’s looking off course!*/and that’s tempting even on this side of the border. Being a cop was tough –working through endless shifts, dealing with every type of screw-up in society and using equipment that’s not cutting edge even in the dark ages. But it just got tougher. The Deputy CM just got sacked, so no more dance bar raids- the only perk they had.
The incident gave rise to a pubic opinion tsunami that’d wipe-out the politicos who stood in its way. Though many are spared as they went under and surfaced only when it just passed, others like the Antulay guy are riding the wave for public attention.
What now??
The candles have been lit, everyone is done with their share of pledges, almost half a million people gathered at the gateway of India to express their disgust against the system. I didn’t go; personally I think that few pissed off commoners with AK-47s have a better chance of changing the system. But hey that’s wishful thinking. Living in Mumbai was never easy, but now you need a death wish if you continue with your existence here.
And this is our happy ending.

Being a fresher is tough, many are thinking “he may have the aptitude, but why did they hire a guy?? They could’ve hired a stunner, that’d be more exciting!”

Couple of days go by doing absolutely nothing, just “observing”/* translation- watching other people work for a while-> getting bored-> singling out anyone and counting how many times that person leaves the cubicle*/. The exciting days pass and the BIG DAY finally arrives.
Apparently no one says “get him a computer” instead they say, “allocate machines to the new resource” /*Ya, I know that’s a turn-on! */.

Its THE day I get my PC. It arrives and suddenly the cubicle starts looking a lot smaller. Since the computer isn't configured,I am not allowed to touch anything.After much hoopla the guy (let’s call him IT guy1- for obvious reasons) arrives to set up my ‘machine’, but I guess copying names written in block letters off a paper posted on the soft board isn’t his specialty. Apparently he has a knack for misspelling people’s names. These guys are weird, don’t know if they are tagged or not, but they are definitely IT. The IT guy1 was at it for almost ninety minutes; then called his colleague over to help him out, but the colleague brought 3 other guys with him as he was ‘off for lunch’. They made a huddle as they discussed the possible problems

IT guy1- don’t know what’s happening over here

Me( sitting besides him)- ????!!!!!!

IT guy1- actually I don’t have the access rights yet, I joined last week

ITguy2- why didn’t you say so? I was making access profiles just before the lunch break.

They discussed/argued/commented but like almost all meetings, they decided lunch was much more important. This experience taught me that-

‘The competence of the IT guy can be gauged by the force with which he presses the ‘Enter’ key’.

So, the other day my computer refused to accept my password, I knew I was a goner when the IT guy bashed the keyboard. They are they black sheep in the power tie, sharp suit and branded shirt crowd, like even if the power is disconnected, it’s an IT dept problem and a reason to curse the minions of networking. And 'they' are NEVER your friends.

That’s corporate life, Eh?

Experiences maketh the man.. ohh wait, that’s ‘clothes maketh the man’, clearly I have unaddressed issues.

But recently I had an experience that makes a man.

I met the devil’s real world identity- the dentist.

There’s an ongoing war between the almighty and Satan. So when Satan created the dentist, god created the anesthetic but then Satan created injections got the lead.

I am not a needle friendly person; I get panicky whenever there’s a syringe in the same room as I am. And the dentist was getting a kick out of all this, I’m pretty sure I caught him smiling when he saw my expression as he wielded that syringe. I knew I had a chance to escape as the door was unlocked but I was frozen in fear. As he was in his act, the calm expression gave no indication of his barbarous intention; he managed to keep his cool when I was a step closer to cry like a little girl.

I lay in the chair and I realized how bad I had been when looking into the bright light became difficult. Maybe that’s why I was in the chair. Take the position in the chair and you’re a sitting duck. You allow some guy to put pointy things in your mouth. At that point you’d even give your soul if he’d just ask. That’s why I’d be logical to send criminals to the clinic instead of the lock-up /*now that’s an idea!*/.

The doc has concluded that the acidic nature of my saliva is to be blamed /*what??*/.

What do they do if they have some dental problems??I’ll try to make him laugh or shout so that I can get a good look at his teeth. And what do you do when your girlfriend is also your dentist; nobody would want to say no to her!

I know that it’s been a long time since I posted something but no one's reading this anyways!

So the aussies are coming here for a cricket tournament and this implies that cricket won’t be the only thing that we’ll be talking about for the many months to come.

Is it just me or has cricket has stopped being cricket? What I mean to say is that the sledging, link-ups and publicity stunts associated with cricket get more attention than the actual game.

No one cares about the game now; everybody is more interested in all the action off the field. And there’s plenty of it- Deepika’s with Dhoni then with Yuvraj and ultimately with Ranbir /*don’t remember him?? He’s the superstar of the century who’s acted in 2 films- a flop and a below average flick, who ‘happens’ to be a kapoor */, Sreesanth gets slapped by Harbhajan, Harbhajan calls Symmonds ‘monkey’ when he actually wanted to say ‘maa ki’. Believe it or not, all this is in the name of cricket. The phenomenon isn’t restricted to the sports section anymore, EVERYONE associated with cricket gets featured on some random article when they not launching a product or participating/ judging reality shows. Many people cried foul when Sachin Tendulkar advertised for everything from toothpaste to credit cards, but now no one seems to notice the current trend where even a one time wonder advertises about the newest insurance policy ironically tag lined –‘inspiring trust’. with over to almost all the pages of a newspaper daily. And what’s with this Twenty-20 circus??

I am not one of those obsessed crackpots who don’t have their meal if India loses or uncontrollably start swearing if their favorite player screws up, but hey cricket deserves a lot more respect.