At the Work-plays
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All play and no work makes Jack a vagabond
No work and no play makes me
That's it .... I and me and myself (but no Irene) are totally at harmony with each other's inane habits. Joined my new workplace after some major upheavals. On the first day, I had gone to meet the HR at 9 to complete my joining formalities. I waited for nearly half an hour without any sign of HeR. Finally, at around 9.35, an office boy came up and said, "Are you joining?". I replied, "No I am not Johnnie". He repeated his question, "Are you joining today?". I repeated my answer, "I am not Johnnie either today, yesterday, tomorrow or ever. I am Sachin".
Should do something about my ear problem. I was expecting to get a much better score in GMAT ..... now I'm sure it was listening comprehension which pulled me down.
I have entered the graveyard shift at work. Not that I work late hours but the place is like a graveyard. I'm contemplating doing a wild Zulu dance right now. I'll consider other cultures in time. It's alright, no one will notice and I'll get to release all my pent-up energy.
Shilpa missed the flight from Mumbai to Hyderabad. I guess its better than missing the bus. At least it shows she's moved up in life if the only thing she's missed is the flight.
I've noticed I'm not philosophical enough. When I read other blogs, I feel ashamed that I'm not that sensitive soul who can pour out his/her inner thoughts to a secret online diary (which is only read by 10 million other people). I cannot looks up lyrics of songs and post them to reflect my inner self.....if I wanted to reflect my inner self, I'd install a mirror into my abdomen. I don't possess any existential angst but I wish I possessed some good angostura bitters. They're basically something you dunk into a cocktail making it turn pink to go with your dress. Now if you're male, don't even think about it.
On Saturday, a gang of my ISB friends gatecrashed one of Shilpa's friends parties. The first "operation" which I led in of 4-5 people went off well. Raheja was a little nonplussed when he turned up at Taj Krishna with the second group. He met someone and said, "Where is Bablu's party? We are Sachin's friends".
Reply: A blank stare.
Raheja: "Arre yaar, you know Bablu na? We are his friends and we are here for his party"
Owner of blank stare: "I am Bablu"
Raheja: "Cool, you don't mind if we gatecrash your party na?"
I am moving into a new house very soon - a huge penthouse. Apt title: Playboy in Penthouse. It has a huge terrace and an excellent built in bar. I've decided to live out on the terrace.
All play and no work makes Jack a vagabond
No work and no play makes me
That's it .... I and me and myself (but no Irene) are totally at harmony with each other's inane habits. Joined my new workplace after some major upheavals. On the first day, I had gone to meet the HR at 9 to complete my joining formalities. I waited for nearly half an hour without any sign of HeR. Finally, at around 9.35, an office boy came up and said, "Are you joining?". I replied, "No I am not Johnnie". He repeated his question, "Are you joining today?". I repeated my answer, "I am not Johnnie either today, yesterday, tomorrow or ever. I am Sachin".
Should do something about my ear problem. I was expecting to get a much better score in GMAT ..... now I'm sure it was listening comprehension which pulled me down.
I have entered the graveyard shift at work. Not that I work late hours but the place is like a graveyard. I'm contemplating doing a wild Zulu dance right now. I'll consider other cultures in time. It's alright, no one will notice and I'll get to release all my pent-up energy.
Shilpa missed the flight from Mumbai to Hyderabad. I guess its better than missing the bus. At least it shows she's moved up in life if the only thing she's missed is the flight.
I've noticed I'm not philosophical enough. When I read other blogs, I feel ashamed that I'm not that sensitive soul who can pour out his/her inner thoughts to a secret online diary (which is only read by 10 million other people). I cannot looks up lyrics of songs and post them to reflect my inner self.....if I wanted to reflect my inner self, I'd install a mirror into my abdomen. I don't possess any existential angst but I wish I possessed some good angostura bitters. They're basically something you dunk into a cocktail making it turn pink to go with your dress. Now if you're male, don't even think about it.
On Saturday, a gang of my ISB friends gatecrashed one of Shilpa's friends parties. The first "operation" which I led in of 4-5 people went off well. Raheja was a little nonplussed when he turned up at Taj Krishna with the second group. He met someone and said, "Where is Bablu's party? We are Sachin's friends".
Reply: A blank stare.
Raheja: "Arre yaar, you know Bablu na? We are his friends and we are here for his party"
Owner of blank stare: "I am Bablu"
Raheja: "Cool, you don't mind if we gatecrash your party na?"
I am moving into a new house very soon - a huge penthouse. Apt title: Playboy in Penthouse. It has a huge terrace and an excellent built in bar. I've decided to live out on the terrace.