that we Indians talk a lot at workplace. After a few days of cribbing about silent colleagues who shut others out, I realize that it is not they who speak less, it is us who chat a lot at work. Or maybe it was specific to my last job that I had for close to four years.

For almost three years now, I have been ranting about the distance I cover to get to work. If you have visited my page even twice in your entire life, chances are you already know my sob story of long commuting hours. I often think that there must be a strong force that drives me to work (no, I am not talking of the Qualis engine here) every ( Read more... )

As they won't let me access LJ from work, I am tempted to try out
options I never bothered about earlier. So first ever post via e-mail.

Oh and I saw Naya Daur in a very old theater in Old Delhi: Delite
Diamond. It was a fun experience and my friends and I have been talking
in the '50s style ever since. Plus the melodious tanga song is ( Read more... )

The fear has been lurking in some hidden corner of my mind for the past two-and-a-half years. It raised its ugly head every couple of months and nagged me for a few days before fading away, to return again ( Read more... )

Remember that episode of Seinfeld where George flicks a picture of Jerry’s pretty girl and uses it to hit on other chicks? He claims the attractive woman in the picture is his dead wife. Well, there is a George somewhere in my office and he stole my best friend’s picture from my soft board. If you are reading this, dear friend, feel flattered. ( Read more... )