It’s been two years since I started working and I’ve experienced diverse people with an assortment of temperaments and personalities. I once read in a newspaper that “Stupid people around you in work could be very dangerous”. I never had balls to imagine the circumstances even though I gave a mere thought and a mocking pitiful sigh for all those silly people with fools around. And then I forgot.
But then the curse of those who probably took my mockery seriously has reflected its outcome and the consequence is I am tied up with wonderful ass around me. I know I have sinned and I never said that I didn’t want to be rebuked for it, but I expected a much better way, something of a kind that I’ve always been seeing in those rather appalling psycho and horror movies. Now that is what a curse is, it never leaves a choice or speculations. It might bequest you with something you might have imagined a piss on your feet and might end up with a poop on head. That’s how life is, and that’s what it teaches us, “Expect the unexpected”. Before you doze off pondering of the nonsense I’m blabbering about, let me tell you the trauma I am in which has resulted such a sickening post.
I am into a new project, a new place, a new team, and last but most important, a new boss. I am not sure how to start my description, he’s a 30 something guy resembling a sumo wrestler by size. An anti-exercising, ostrich brained worthless pig. Now the guy knows nothing but to make an ass out of himself. If people around are depressed, we talk about him and then ppl nearby keep worrying if we'd burst laughing that way. He's always provided us a great entertainment with his wonderful usage of the quarter pound brain he's got. I wish to present him with an award for his excellence in understanding the subject completely against the way it should have been understood. Anyway, I cant keep typing like this.
Hope he hasn't got a blog or atleast not reading mine.
Wednesday, 29 July 2009
Tuesday, 14 July 2009
Consequence of Weekend Exploration
Usually my day starts with a boring alarm and then I begin my chores until this weekend experience which has made the difference since then. There is a hill adjacent to my apartment which I’ve always wanted to conquer since I shifted to this place. I used to see even old people climbing it slowly. But I am an addict due to which I never could take up the task. My addiction being my laziness has kept me in its trance and never gave up on me. I didn’t want to let him feel defeated, so I never resented.
But this Sunday, this laziness of mine went for a holiday and I took to the task. After I had lunch I took a break of 30mins and started on my boxer shorts, I went on the top and realized that I hadn’t experienced such air ever in recent times. It was amazing and then what!! I see that there are series of hills connected and one could walk over on the top of them. I went about half a kilometer and reached the next hill where I found a particularly wonderful spot and landed my arse on the concrete. I could just sit on it for hours (2hours though) and feel the wind gushing and gaily solitude crept upon me. I was enjoying every bit of it. Time dint seem like it existed. Added to that, it started drizzling which multiplied my excitement. I just sat there till the rain god has completely satisfied himself by drenching me but less did he know my contemplation of bliss I was driving out of it. Finally I didn’t want to scare my mom that I was dead in those bushes by a snake bite or a slip from those rocks, so after four hours merriment, I left to my home.
And on my way back I decided that I was going to visit this place EVERY day. So I did yesterday and felt good. Today it was slightly drizzling and I kind of realized that if I give up now my friend who went on a holiday would come back and conquer me so I started again. Usually a damp beginning is not really something I welcome to start a day with, but today I went up the hill and what I realized was that the rain god thought he had been more judicious in thinking that his outburst was going to make me feel a blighter of myself. I have successfully tricked him and silently enjoyed his thrust huffing and puffing as I wanted to complete the whole operation in 30mins today.
Way back some strange minute object took over my sight of an eye for a brief moment and I didn’t stop, what I realized was my speed was exponentially increasing and I was compelled to open by sour eye and try reducing my speed. I somehow succeeded and my very presence here writing this post proves that. I then has a feeling incubating in my mind that what if I could climb up and down with my eyes closed. I don’t know if I’ll succeed, but I think I’ll give it a try unless these spirits die.
But this Sunday, this laziness of mine went for a holiday and I took to the task. After I had lunch I took a break of 30mins and started on my boxer shorts, I went on the top and realized that I hadn’t experienced such air ever in recent times. It was amazing and then what!! I see that there are series of hills connected and one could walk over on the top of them. I went about half a kilometer and reached the next hill where I found a particularly wonderful spot and landed my arse on the concrete. I could just sit on it for hours (2hours though) and feel the wind gushing and gaily solitude crept upon me. I was enjoying every bit of it. Time dint seem like it existed. Added to that, it started drizzling which multiplied my excitement. I just sat there till the rain god has completely satisfied himself by drenching me but less did he know my contemplation of bliss I was driving out of it. Finally I didn’t want to scare my mom that I was dead in those bushes by a snake bite or a slip from those rocks, so after four hours merriment, I left to my home.
And on my way back I decided that I was going to visit this place EVERY day. So I did yesterday and felt good. Today it was slightly drizzling and I kind of realized that if I give up now my friend who went on a holiday would come back and conquer me so I started again. Usually a damp beginning is not really something I welcome to start a day with, but today I went up the hill and what I realized was that the rain god thought he had been more judicious in thinking that his outburst was going to make me feel a blighter of myself. I have successfully tricked him and silently enjoyed his thrust huffing and puffing as I wanted to complete the whole operation in 30mins today.
Way back some strange minute object took over my sight of an eye for a brief moment and I didn’t stop, what I realized was my speed was exponentially increasing and I was compelled to open by sour eye and try reducing my speed. I somehow succeeded and my very presence here writing this post proves that. I then has a feeling incubating in my mind that what if I could climb up and down with my eyes closed. I don’t know if I’ll succeed, but I think I’ll give it a try unless these spirits die.
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