Everything about nothing
I am turning 27. No, my birthday is not fast approaching, but I am moving towards 27, as surely as the T20 is becoming stale. You learn a lot of things. Unfortunately, time is a wonderful teacher but kills all its pupils. So, here is a random list of a few things that I noticed. Call it musings, ramblings or BS or what-you-want, but I am just going to go ahead and say it all the same:
1. I never used to believe in life-long friendship. I thought that it was impossible. I may have been wrong.
2. There is no absolute right or wrong. For every wrong that you see, the perpetrator would have seen/sensed some right. And he/she could be right, sometimes.
3. Keeping an account of the amount of change you carry helps. I have a mild OCD with this, but I believe that it has served me well.
4. I like people asking for my passwords. Granted, only one person has asked for it and I never gave-in but it was nice to know that somehow I am wanted.
5. I am not a cool person. Though, like 100% of human population, I liked to be called one.
6. I used to think that I procrastinate a lot. These days, I have stopped thinking about it
7. I think of some of the most embarrassing things that I have done in my past and cringe, literally. I overdo it.
8. I try to find patterns in everything. The stones in the sidewalk I walk on, symmetry in the phone numbers, and the arrangement of the assortment of pens in my desk.
9. There is a limit to everything but you never find it out before the limit, on the limit or after the limit. You find the limit way long after the limit. Damages are mostly irreversible.
10. I have a OCD with returning IM messages. Even if its someone I want to ignore, I have to close the window or else I will respond.
11. Everyone needs to do a few daring things. It helps you understand that heroism is nothing but a fallacy.
12. Reading helps. A lot. Knowing something about everything comes in handy.
13. I hate lists that end in odd numbers. I mean, why do a list if you cannot think of something to be put in at the end to make it even. It is afterall more sensible and logical to have a even number in the lists. It helps binary searches.
14. …
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Enter title here
I like my new blog, I really do. Having done some customizations on WordPress myself, I finally realize how good and organized it really is. However, my blogging habits have taken a turn for the inevitable worse from the already worsen state it was.
There are days when I have done the tasks for the day, read my habitual 30 odd pages of a homely novel, turn off my lights and try to go to sleep. Usually, I sleep. But there are days when the thought invariably goes to the loss of everything when I sleep. I lose control over my thinking and what I could do. I secretly dread the dark phases of sleep, the enigma of dreams and the randomness of nightmares. Usually, I ignore all this and sleep. But there are days when I get up, turn on my lights and laptop again. Usually I just do some awesome browsy things at this point. But there are days, when I decide to write a shit bloglet about nothing but what happens when I am doing so-and-so and when I would do this-and-that. Usually, I feel about it.
This whole web 2.0 thingy is fun. In m present “Add post” page, there is a space for title. It has a text in grey which instructs me in block letters what that text field is for. When I click on it, this text disappears. Its really a good thoughtful feature. I, however decided to follow it literally.
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A week of moronism
A few weeks back…
moron: I am coming to Hyderabad in April. I will be there for a week
me (trying to be totally uninterested): Okay
moron: $%&^$%. What Okay?? plan it so that we can meet. Get me a car, buy me A, B and C
(Note: A, B and C are always costly and she never means them seriously. Atleast I always believe so)
me : Okay
moron: But its a residential program. I will be in Novotel all week. I may not be able to make it.
me (really sad): Oh.. thats bad
Last week:
me: I will not be in Hyderabad this weekend. Instead of coming on Sunday, why don’t you leave on next Saturday. We can meetup on Saturday and I will drop you at the airport
moron: Okay. I will see
moron (very very later): Its not possible. blah…blah…blah… Its not possible.blah…blah…blah…. Its not possible
Sunday:
me: are you in hyderabad?
moron: No, I am in airport. I cannot come out of Novotel for the whole week. You need to come and meet me.
me: lets see
Monday
6:30 PM:
moron: You need to come and meet me NOW
me: No, I have work. blah…blah…blah… I can’t come
moron: No, you need to come. It may be our only chance to see each other this week
me (stubborn): No way
7:00 PM
me: I am outside Novotel. Come down
7:30 PM
moron: blah..blah…blah.. why don’t you tell me anything at all?
me: Ok – so I went to bangalore and..
moron: wait. My company is doing this and that… blah…blah…blah…I am feeling so bad. blah…blah… (silence) You are too silent
me: Ok – see, I am facing some crisis of my..
moron: you know, blah…blah…blah… and its so funny… blah…blah…blah
me: Okay
moron: What okay?? Why don’t you say something
me: Well, I did.
8:10 PM
moron: Bye
me: Bye
Tuesday, Wednesay:
moron: blah…blah..blah… my presentation was ruieened. blah… blah… blah
me (from inside the lab, close to freezing temperatures): Okay
Thursday:
moron: I am leaving tomorrow. I may leave early. You need to come and meet me
me: Ok. I think its difficult. I have some work tomorrow.
moron: get lost. Come and meet me
me: Ok. I will try
Friday:
5:30 AM:
me (to myself): Damn tennis. Ruined me sleep cycle. What the hell am I doing awake at 5:30 in the morning. What?? missed call from moron – at 1 in the night?? Was she serious?
5:40 AM
me (to myself): Holy shit. I need to get ABC information from XYZ to transfer money online. What will I do? I am sure that it will ruin my whole plan to complete NCS integration and leave by 6:00 PM to meet moron
5:41 AM
me (to myself): What????!! Does this mean that I really want to meet her? Hmm….
6:30 AM
me (mail to XYZ and all relatives of XYZ): Please send me the information. I hope to have it so that I can transfer the money online
9:02 AM
XYZ (mail response to me): Sure. Here it is: ACB
9:03 AM
me (on seeing my gmail inbox): Cool – I have ABC. Life is wonderful. I am meeting moron
me (on seeing the gmail message): WTH @$@#$@#$. He has sent me ACB, I need ABC
9:05 AM
me (another mail to XYZ): I need ABC. Please resend it
11:00 AM
XYZ (in mail): You know what, we only have ACB. However, we can send PQR with which you can derive ABC
11:03 AM
me (gmail-inbox-reading-relived): sigh! finally.
11:30 AM:
me (after pulling out a lot of my own hair): IT JUST DOESN’T WORK.
me (in mail to XYZ): Lets meet at 7:30. I will handover the money to you personally <smirk>
12:00 PM:
me (to moron): see, I cannot make it. I have my office work till 7:30 PM and I have this work to get settled. I can’t push it
moron: Okay
me (after hanging up): Okay???!! Just Okay??!! IS THAT ALL?? Why did I ever think of even meeting her today
05:15 PM:
moron (in SMS): How is the situation?
me (reply SMS): No, cannot make it
06:10 PM:
moron (in SMS): I am angry with you
08:00 PM, 09:15 PM, 09:45 PM:
Phone ringing…. ringing…
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Oh – it needs a title
Its hard to write a blog these days. There is no more feeling of “oh, let me blog it” on encountering a vaguely interesting event or even a sense of sharing with myself that I usually lower myself into here. And yeah, I do like my new blog – I like it much better than the tblog thingy that I had. But writing a bloglet is strictly a matter of the mind, and my mind has been shot to pieces recently.
In these tumultuous (thanks to Firefox for showing me that the spelling was incorrect) and extremely low times, I have to say something here – animated films are fun. There are no bullets, there is no Joe Pesci mouthing off the F-word to a new cinematic record or C. Eastwood declaring that the bad guys brought two horses too many, but they are charming. Hmmm… “charming”, that is the right word. Have been doing a animated film marathon and everything has been good – Fatima, the lazy girl from Saudi Arabia has to be thanked for some suggestions. But she missed out the best film of all – “Monster Inc.” – the film was incredible. I wonder why they do not make more films of toddlers mumbling incoherent jargon and songs- its the cutest thing I have seen in films.
Work, has been tough. Yeah.. tough.
In all this hullabaloo, I have also been reading some good books. I completed “Speaker for the dead” and “The Road”. I still cannot understand why I love the Ender series – its mostly a primitively written book with some vague interpretations and many shallow characters but the essence of the stories are good. And the implications. “The Road” was not what they said it was. I wonder what Ramak would say on reading it – I think its his book. Speaking of Ramak, the tall lad is leaving Hyderabad for good to settle in singara Chennai. Yeah, like good ol’ times.
Its been a fun bloglet. I am not even going to review/edit it. I will just click “Publish” and act like it never happened for another 3 months. Yeah, I like the sound of it. But I need a title.. umm
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Schumacher returns
It was not that big a deal at first. Schumacher’s returning to Formula 1 seemed to mean nothing to me by the time it was confirmed, basically because it was a well known fact before and the whole thing was dragged a bit out of proportion. I saw him as an erstwhile hero who returns to prove himself that age is still not catching up with him. The reason I underplayed this was obvious – he was joining rival Mercedes when I have been a Ferrari fan all along. I even quipped to one of my F1 watching friends that I am in a quandary as to whom to support next year – Ferrari or Schumi. I thought that I would go with Ferrari for I thought it meant everything to me. I was wrong.
Schumacher made me watch Ferrari. He was my first sport icon. He meant a world to me when I was watching the sport with no clue on what diffuser or traction control was. He means more to me than many other sporting icons whom I know. And yeah, I will support him next year. I feel like a dud not knowing this all along.
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Blog of facts
There is nothing more enjoyable than to have your own space in your office. Infact, I would like to get all my promotions soon to become a CEO so that I have my own office and a PA to screen all my calls and personal meetings. Infact, I would even give him/her my email password and ask to inform me only the most funny forwards. I mean, someone has to start doing it – I am tired of all the rehashed email warnings and forwards that I am getting at the moment.
Anyway, enough of day dreaming in office. Its not that I cannot do it – I can afford to now, because I am sitting all alone in my own conference room with a good background music to boot (musicplug.in, being the reason – BTW, its a wonderfully cool name), but really because there are lot of other important things to say. Like, umm… how I am planning to get my head tonsured and apply green paint on it. No, I am kidding. But I am looking forward to my nephew’s birthday tomorrow. Apart from being the cutest kid in the world (CKITW), he is perhaps a hardware engineer prodigy as well. He has already dismantled a wide array of electronics which my BIL is not happy about. But he cannot have everything, can he? He has to suffer after being blessed with the CKITW.
Have I ever explained how one can understand human psychology from lifts? I mean, its not my discovery – great shrinks must have spent time moving about in lifts to understand it, but I am merely stating what I have observed and read:
- People always maintain the maximum distance between themselves and other strangers in the lift. The result: uniformed patterns when there are multiple people in a lift: a triangle where there are three folks, a rectangle when there are four folks and a rectangle with one person in its center for five people etc., It almost always happens
- This was a story I read: An American company installed lift in its early days but people complained that it was too slow. An intelligent employee suggested a solution and the complains vanished. Literally. He simply installed mirrors in all sides of the lift. Still works – in my office
- People always have to hit the lift button even if the button has been hit already. Common occurrence: I come to the lift lobby in my office and hit the “UP” button. Another person who has just entered the lift lobby sees my hitting the button. However he/she has to hit the “UP” button again to make sure that the lift comes. Another stranger then enters and checks the lift buttons. Ofcourse, the “UP” button is lighted on indicating that atleast one of the two morons that are waiting are planning to go up. He gives both of us a look that is usually reserved for a streetless bum who is begging you for money and then hits the “UP” button again. The triumph on his face when the lift comes is euphoric – he has literally brought down the orbiting lift to the ground with his sincere effort and he enters the lift as a King. I do a facepalm. Yes, sometimes.
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Its nothing
Hmmm.. Almost done. After days of trying to create an account. After days of fighting of trying to move your other wordpress blog to another email id (afterall gmail is the “precioussss”). After minutes of effort accomplishing both. After days of trying to change the header CSS, after minutes of trying to apply the change and realize that you need an “upgrade”, after realizing that you cannot really use the WP plugins you developed because free version does not support it, you are finally through. It looks like Franz Kafka but it certainly isn’t. There is no punch at the end, see??
I don’t want to explain the move, I don’t want to explain the theme or the title. I am in no mood to explain. I am in the strange mood wherein I look at the tea cups in china and fine glasses in front of me and I think of how to break them. Not as to break them physically, trying to throw them to the floor would not only ensure a wastefulness (which I really don’t condone at the moment) but earn me looks from my mom which she usually reserves for madmen in the streets. I really want to break them figuratively, yield them to my likes and let them crack under my pressure.
Do all posts of mine have a meaningful end. I mean, I could as well leave something unspoken or not terminate some thought that I was trying to convey. Conveying thoughts in writing is such a beautiful thing – too bad I don’t have that kind of skill. But I still believe I should write a bloglet wherein I leave a thought in the middle – without a “to be continued” tag. Its not that it would be fun – fun is not the idea but the irrationality of it is. Or I could as write some interestingly penned story unfinished. But where I do I go for the story – disney wouldn’t just do. Or else, I could just hit publish mid-sentence. I mean, yeah it would look like a big middle finger to the reader but lets face it, pathetic people who are
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