Plastic Watches

... My Team project is in the concluding stages
... Orkut is getting extremely entertaining
... Life is getting a little more interesting
... Travel plans on the cards
... Job quitting on the Cards
... New job not on the cards
... Ringworld Engineers is in progress

Consequently.. not much time and energies left to blog.

Will be back soon.

The past few days have again been a roller coater ride.

One the Positive side, had a couple of amazing Orkut meets. Has insane fun. Had lots of food, had haleem, had ice creams had lots ofphotographs and photographs and had what not. I also finally managed a fully functional copy of the Latest release of MS Longhorn. Told half the planet about my experiences with it. Gloated. Felt Proud.

I am looking forward to holidays. (tomorrow being the last working day for this week) and looking forward more eagerly to meet Hemanthafter a long long time. Ramzan is here, naturally, another reason to put on some weight, another 30 days of feasting on Haleem.

But, how can so much good be undone by a single thing called work?

The work is good, but the way the bosses treat people here plain sucks. There have been lots of cabin changes, to facilitate easier monitoring of ‘certain’ people, and need less to say, I am one of the privileged ‘certain’.

Now, this place really really sucks. It is right at the entrance, and I feel like I am sitting in the middle of the road and working there naked. I am one of the three people who always meet their deadlines in this wing of fifty, yet, just because I am the youngest, they feel the need to monitor me.

This is the kind of attitude that puts me off major time. From the past two days, I have been sleeping for 20 minutes right after lunch – in the plain view of all those who wanted to ‘monitor’ me. Been on Orkut like there was no tomorrow, been reading novels on billed time and you name it.

After I have decided that I have given them enough hell, I am planning to quit this job, half way through the current project, and take a few people with me. Until then, it is a battle of audacity.

The Long, cumbersome, and picture laden post has been deleted for both conveniece sake and aesthetic sake.

If you want some dope on Longhorn, Contact Microsoft or for any specific features and all, ask me.. :P

For a Copy of Longhorn Build 4074, do send me in a Blank DVD and a DVD Burner and a self addressed, stamped package.

Love,
Teju

Monday and Tuesday have been my brooding period. It is these brooding periods that give me that extra push and the relatively large streak of madness, that most of the people associated with me think, I possess.

After I came up with the idea of this enforced sabbatical, I have found that this, hibernation makes a lot of things very clear, and most times, it gives yourself sometime off from office and also lets you think about some things which have been at the back of your mind for quite sometime.

Of late, despite all my cribbing, whining and sulking that my current job sucks, that I hate my boss, that they are loading me with a lot of work, that they are paying me less (less?? Helloo??) And whateverthatcomestomymindatthatparticularpointoftime, I have realised that, I have not had the usual resolve to quit this job..

This job is giving me my time to grow younger, butwhatinthenameoftolkienisgrowingyounger?

Mama Nature is not with out irony. She endowed us with a trait called rationality, but in the bargain, took away the exciting streak called spontaneity. I guess it is the lack of spontaneity that makes us different from animals rather than the possession of rationality.

Kids, have this amazing sense of totally innocent spontaneity, just like animals. They do what they want to do without guile, with passion and without caring a hoot about what would happen next. They break things, make faces, hit back, get angry, cry, admire openly, criticize publicly, shit in the middle of the house, pee in the water pots, run around naked, cry again when hungry, search for mom, ignore dad, scratch their gonads. In short, two hoots to the rest of the world.

It is precisely this lack of rationality, that makes kids loveable, hateable, irritating, funny and also makes it impossible to hold a grudge against them. But as they grow up, they learn manners, they learn the decorum of social life, they learn that one has to make a good impression on others, they learn to use the WC, they learn that peeing in swimming pools is bad, they learn that guile takes them farther faster, they learn not to smile at strangers.

As they keep growing, they keep learning things, which makes them lose their spontaneity, makes them less approachable, forces them to wear a velvet glove on their iron fist and makes them wear clothes. In short, they do what is acceptable to others, they think more about others that and refrain from doing what they feel, most of the time.

Again, there are exceptions, not all kids grow up to learn these things. Some retain the streak of spontaneity, and they are:

1. Madmen
2. Men who are thought of as madmen by the rest of the world
3. Geniuses, artists, inventors and rest of the people of that ilk
4. Genuinely satisfied with what they are doing
5. People who love life unconditionally

I have decided that I have to grow younger, abandon vast portions rationality and replace them with vast portions of spontaneity. Tell my boss to screw himself, in precisely those words, go and tell and show people that I love them, be openly proud of myself, do what I feel like doing...

The remaining portion of rationality, I hope, would help me refrain from, running around naked, peeing in pools, make passes at people of the opposite sex in offices and public places, shit on the dining table, kill a few people who deserve to die and other things that would make me land in jail or a loony bin.

And for starters:

Don't tell me you didn't understand what I wrote.. duh?

Patience.

That is one virtue, I wish that every one in this world possesses, and that also happens to be one of the umpteen number of virtues I dont possess, and I frankly don't care.

Irritated.

That, I often get. I get irritated at my friends, at my parents, at my pets, at my friends pets (especially when they do not cuddle and lick). My irritation is usually very shortlived, but again, it entirely depends upon the reaction of the person.

Irritation forms the matter for the rant, which you are about to read. (Are you actually going to red it?.. aaah, i hear a yes, so i am going ahead an typing it out then.)

There are two types of irritation

Type I Irritation: Irriataion when things refuse to go your way. This is the most common form of irritation, and it afflicts the human race all over the world, umpteen number of times a day.

Type II Irritation: Irritation when other dont live up to your expectation. This also a common form of irritation, but it manifests itself in many other forms such as sulking, anger, lashing out and uncontrollable bursts of madness or glum silence.

I suffer the Type I irritation, whenever I think of the work I am doing and whenever I think about doing something and not doing it.

Type II irritation, is the more common form of irritation, which afflicts me, most of the time.

I have a fair number of friends, all of whom, I am only too happy to accept, are much better than I am in most aspects. I look upto them for inspiration, for love, for affection and sometimes, for style or sometimes for a smile, and when I dont get any of these, the Type II affects me almost instantaneously.

The day before has been a day when Type II irritation affected me, when a friend of mine came home. It affected me when I saw Hima's Blog with a huge picture, which takes up most of the screen space of my 15inch monitor at office.

I got irritated with Vardan, when he waited for two days before mailing me his postal address..

There are other instances where Type II got hold of me. The subject matter of this rant is that...

I just want to tell you that, please do not get offended by my irritation, it is just my way of telling you that, I think, you are perfect, and I feel betrayed when you do something which fall below, my definition of perfect.

I also know it is wrong on my part, especially, when my definition of perfect, varies largely from that given in dictinary.com, but then, I am just an ordinary being, with just another idiosyncrasy..

NB: Boring Post Ahead.

Yet another weekend has passed.

I simply do not seem to get any time for anything productive. I sit at office and while away my time doing nothing other than thinking about getting out of this place and doing something on my own. and when I am out of office, I still do nothing Other than think about doing something on my own. It seems as if I am doing nothing other than thinking and getting tired by it and of it.

Monday morning, However, has been a revelation of sorts. I have always believed in the saying that when you really want something, the universe will conspires in your favour, but I had it happening to me only once or twice, but on both  occasions, I wanted whatever I had got, really really really badly..

Sunday night, happened to be exactly the way I wanted a Saturday night to be. I went out to give a presentation with a couple of my friends, the presentation, like any other presentation took and inordinately long time, then I went out to buy myself a thing or two and ended up buying myself three, I then practically blackmailed a friend of mine to meet me, on my way back home. Met her, argued with her for five minutes, after the results were up to my expectation, I was again on my way back home.

There was a tremendous rain, followed by a short power cut and long phone conversation with one of my friends who is depressingly talented with words and so very entertaining. How I wished that conversation would go on, but alas, as it usually happens, I ran out of steam within the first few minutes of the conversation, as I usually do, but she being the talented person she is, pushed the conversation, but after almost an hour long battle with and against the dumb display of conversational skills, she gave up, thus forcing me to retire to bed at 12:40 in the morning.

I don't feel like typing any more..