Thank you ....

I'm on top of the world
looking down on creation
and the only explanation i can find ...

is when i was coming back after my grueling (?) exercise routine at the park, a complete stranger walked up to me and said - " Nice aanh. You are getting thin. All this exercise is having effect. Don’t over do it, or you'll become thin like a stick"
Though the last sentence is an over over exaggeration besides being physically impossible, her words made my day.

Thank you, friend.

If you are not confident of laughing at other people's mistakes, you are not confident of not making them yourself.

Baddie rules

Long long ago, when i was a small child, my parents got us Badminton racquets. Really exited, bhai and i went out to play. Mummy was stading at the door, giving us instructions "Be nice to each other. Hit the shuttle in such a way that the other person can return it easily". And we followed. After all, that was the only way we could enjoy playing.

A few months later, i played with my father. He gave concession to the fact that i was a child, but could not resist hitting smashes once in a while. And, while one part of me adminred his smashes, another part used to get angry "Doesn't he want to play?"

Several years later, when i started working, i played with my colleagues. Nothing had prepared me for the way they played the game. The aim of the game was to hit the shuttle in such a way that the other person simply cannot return it. "Make him run, don't give it in his hand" they told me. And they were right. If i did make the mistake of giving the shuttle in his hand, i would be rewarded with a smash.

Now, i have learnt the rules of the game. My shots are no longer instinctive. I try to think before returning every shot. Try to place it such that the other person can't return it. And, i am rather enjoying the experience. Like one of my friends said "The feeling you get when you hit an unreturnable smash ... aaah"

Thats baddie, i guess. And thats life.

There are some days ....

1. The issue i am working on requires me to send a mail to an account accessible via Outlook. Our office has gone in for an SMTp server upgrade, and the new SMTP server decides to treat my mails as SPAM

2. Frustrated, i decide to go play some badminton. On my way to the court, i meet my TM who says "Lets have our weekly team meeting now".

3. I hurry up after a half-hearted game (thats right, i lost, thats right, i blame it on the TM) only to find that my team lead has more important things to do that attend meetings.

3. Twiddle my thumbs for almost an hour, when i get a call saying the SMTP server has kindly consented to not treat my mails as spam anymore.

4. Overjoyed(?) i immediately send a mail to myself, but get called for the meeting before i can check the results.

5. Come back from the meeting to find that though my mails are not spam anymore, his highness does not like my attachments, and has changed their names to suit his royal taste.

6. I am trying to figure out how exactly i have displeased his highness, and this displeases him even more. He is not sening anybody's mails anymore.

7. After frantic phone calls to anyone who can placate him, i decide to try my hand at another game. Since it is not a decent time for anyone to be playing, there are no decent shuttles around. Play several indecent games with several indecent shuttles (thats right we won, thats right, i blame it on my partner)

8. After an hour of indecency, i come up to find that people are still trying to get his highness to work. My misery has inspired me to start a blog. But it is not meant to be. The only thing essential to write a blog is missing. ( net connection, what else ?)

9. After watching half an episode of friends season 1, i decide to call it a day. Reach home at 11, half drenched.

Barely an hour away, tomorrow is another day ...