When I become a weasel!!

If you don't know what a weasel is then I recommend you should stop reading right here, borrow the book " The way of the weasel" from Scott Adams, read the book and then come again on this blog to read the rest of the artile.



Now for the intellectual crowd who managed to reach the second para of this blog, I suggest you should find something else, more important, as with my previous blog history, this is again going to be a tripe that you would mostly want to forget.



Now if you are really a loser who come to this section of the blog, as you could not find any thing "more" important (as I suggested in the second para) then more than anything else, I symphathise with you. But you will be rewarded with the god gifted boredome which I and you share.



Until now in my career, I always complained that I am the biggest victim of the weasles. I have been harassed by weasels in every position being my superior, my collegue or my subordinate. I was beaten by them and I was flushed by them. There was a time when I wanted to retire (I am only 28 BTW, but married) beause I thought jungle is a better place than the corporate.

But only recently I noticed that I am slowly beoming the part(more of portion) of the herd. I like to play with my victims, and someday I will flush them as well. Example of my playfullness with my victim:

Victim: uh-oh..do you know how to submit this job and check the values.
Me: Oh..this is easy..you just need to borrow some tri nitro glycerine and mix this with some soda and then through the stuff to the customer for asking the values.
victim: do you think this will solve the problem.
me: well, it did for Osama.

Then I laugh out bigtime saying I was just kidding and you don't need soda, you can also mix it with simple water. By this time my victim understands that I am not going to help him and he says:

Victim: well thanks!!
Me: glad I could be of some help. If you couldn't find nitroglyerine yourself, just let me know and I will give you some more "explosive" alternates.

My ultimate goal is to coat my self with 100% non penetrative weasle fur so that my only aim (and inentive) for coming to office would be hunting (of my victims).

I am an idiot

It takes a man to admit that he is an idiot. And I am 120% man simply going by my porn colletion. Just kidding (Not about the porn part but about the 120% part).

It looks like I just don't know the simple PR. This is I am saying by two examples:
A) I did not call Naveen even after hearing about his marriage.
and B) I have not talked to Mandeep for more than, well, couple of times since the time he left indore.

When I analyze the situation, I find that these are the guys (very few of them are there) for whom I care about. These people are my real friends. So question is why I make distance from people who are no longer with me.

I beleive there is no easy answer for this. either this is a basic human nature or this thing is simple embeded into my Character. In later case, if it is true, then I would like to change it. But saying is easier than doing it (My god!! I am the most pathetic blogger in this entire world).

This is my resolution for this year to improve my PR, but I would give a C- to myself on the attempt part. I can just never grow personally or professionally (don't believe me, just answer who is the biggest sucker around you).

So I would say this to end this pathetic piece of monkey crap.....which I call a blog....

SP!!! you idiot!! when you are going to learn anything.

I am Back!!

Long has been the moments when this blog was almost like the Narnia. Sad and timid, waiting for it's lords to arrive. Well, not anymore. The master is back and this time he is going to rock this place.

I have been kept so busy with my work that I almost this which is perhaps the only thing I can refer to as my hobby. Work has been in my routine and in my dreams lately but this it the time to change. I just realiazed I have to give my life the same as the life is giving me. Life is there to enjoy and work should be only a part of this routine. Nothing good happens with work-holics.

So this is some bits of my mind, and more will come soon enough.