It's everywhere...like air!….gift your valentine this…gift your valentine that
And to top it all…one very original fellow posted in our internal forum
“ Please suggest the most romantic gift for my valentine…Or at least rank these!” followed by a list that he either thought of or as usual pooled in from numerous ideas floating around!
Eh? And didn’t it strike him that to suggest what his valentine would really like, the rest of the junta (or at least the male ones) are going to have to have a date out with her to know her likes better….very forward if he had indeed considered it.
But point noted, that’s an easy way to impress…going by popular opinion and not stressing your grey cells too much :)
So here you go
Rate these and help me gift my valentine something romantic :D

* Toilet tissue

* Cauliflower (Vivek said soombi pona rose vida ithu better :D)

* Serrruppu! (spelt just that way really)

* One tight slap on the face

* Candle light dinner at Kannamapettai

* Oru mozha kayiru

* 2 tickets for Indiralohathil Na Azhagappan

P.S: Keeping up with the V-day tradition!
P.P.S: Blogger use panni tamil tried...excuse any horrible spellings pls :)

மூட்: லோல்லு

பாட்டு: ஒண்ணுமே புரியல உலகத்தில ...

Labels: Office, Oor Vambu, Spoof

Posted by Sat at 10:27 AM
12 comments

I think I am writing this post at the right time with the US elections going on and Hilary Clinton tries to net the ultimate goal. But is the world ready yet to take on a woman as their leader?
And is it really true, that for all the equality and freedom that corporates promise, women still have to battle it to their way to the top and struggle more to stay there?
Do women really make awful managers or are the men plain prejudiced?
If you are a woman reading this…have you ever felt that a certain man has a problem reporting to you but wont mind doing the same to your male peer?
Yes and no…it depends. But the truth is that women would still have to fight off people who think that they are not fit for their job and that they took a position which otherwise could have gone to a more capable man. And the more they answer back to disprove this myth; the more they are labeled to be ruthless or end up becoming targets
Partly because some men are biased in their attitudes towards the gender.
Partly because, of some women getting it all wrong in the family vs career juggle.
The first one is obvious. But how about the second one?...well the fact that most men are prejudiced that women may not carry a task forward with the same efficiency as a man might be a result of the fact that most women lose focus after their personal life becomes more engaging (kids,marriage etc) or they were plain indifferent to start with!

Let me talk within the realms that I am familiar with; which I suppose would be applicable to any office. When I started out as a fresher we were a team of 15…5 of which being women
Now of these 5, 1 was a married woman who was more bothered about the curry she had to cook back at home than completing her task at work. The other, was not interested in impressing anyone, did her job at her own pace, completed it nevertheless, but was not bothered about taking up an initiative or putting something extra into her work; reason being; “I’ll get married one day and coolly fly off with my Husband to US. This job is only to keep me occupied until then!”.

Now the rest of us put in as much efforts as we possibly could, which were in no way less than what the rest of the team (read men) did. But the manager had become biased enough and took it for granted that the rest of the women were also okay…but not brilliant. Yep, how many of you know of a brilliant lady in your office…I am not talking smart but brilliant; the one with the brains, not just the smooth talker. Take your time to think, but I am sure there are; just not acknowledged!

So the half that is not really concerned about their career and opt to work only to supplement the family’s income; please; you are ruining it for a lot others who have greater plans.
And to men who might stop generalizing and actually start seeing that women can also run their own show!

Which brings me to the next question ….can women really run a show?
Do they really make good managers or do they end up shooting themselves on their foot?
Again; yes and no. A woman is organized no doubt, but too by-the-book a boss and is a bit stifling at times. And not to mention they tend to be biased; needless to say they ironically favour someone from the opposite sex. The ones at the top are so bothered of being targets of a system that might want to get them down one way or the other; they tend to be over cautious not to let others have a chance to do so; and this caution kills speed and they end up becoming poor decision makers. But on the contrary if the woman puts her foot down to what she needs done, braving all odds….chances are she might end up being called brash or foolish or even a tyrant! Beats me….what is it that the world wants huh?

P.S: This post is definitely not because of what happened in my office....frankly, i among those who don't give a damn about it;at least for now :)
P.P.S: Okay...I confess; one of the lable is The Dark Knight's tagline :)


Mood: Okay
Song On: Kids

Labels: Office, Why so serious?

Posted by Sat at 8:50 AM
8 comments

That’s it…15 minutes stood between me and freedom!
The final delivery was done and I was in the process of uploading the last set of documents.
My team mate calls out to me; ‘Hey you don’t plan on staying overnight do you? There’s a train that leaves in 15 minutes …wanna make a dash?’
Of course…who in their right mind would want to be stuck in the middle of nowhere until 10 in the night (which is when help in the form of cabs arrive).
But 15 minutes, Na-ah…tad bit too short a time to make it to the station.
Team mate happens to be a mind reader; says ‘Yeah I know too less time, but there’s another express scheduled to arrive at the normal time today, so this day usually our train’s a good 5 minutes late!’
Now that’s encouraging! So I pass on the buck to another ‘Bakra’ ask him to finish off the last rites….oops formalities and bolt out.
‘Good lord, look at that queue for swiping out!’
‘Never mind…we’ll get an approval for a single swipe. Them buggers won’t debit a leave!’
‘You sure are desperate to catch that train!’
‘Wanna bet?!’

After a lot of running we reach the parking lot…completely out of breath. That took 5 minutes.
As it happens, the last cab to the station had just left. But on our request another cab was arranged and we jumped in…Okie that’s 3 minutes lost.
8 minutes down. The drive takes a good 5 minutes. And I didn’t have a ticket so I’d be needing at least 2 minutes provided the counter was absolutely empty.
Very tight schedule!
We sat in the cab, staring at our watches, wishing it weren’t ticking so fast!
Just when we were about to pull out of the campus a lady drops by with a may-i-intrude-this-party look on her face. I hate such people.
I almost shouted out ‘No this is a private clambake; GET OUT!’
Apparently Miss uninvited guest wanted a drop to the bus stop. Shucks. Another 2 minutes gone. But wait a minute. This lady’s taking for ever to raise her hand to open that bloody door. Make that 4 minutes. Oh brother! We had lost all hopes of catching that train. We didn’t know whom we were mad at. At that stupid lady or at that idiot cabbie!
I was praying to god that the train was indeed 5 minutes late and my team mate for once was right.
In 4 minutes, our uninvited guest’s stop came. As expected she leisurely picked up her handbag, adjusted that extra long duppatta, brushed back her hair and crawled out of the cab slower than a snail. Team mate who was seated next to her turned back and stared at me; ‘You think I should help her with this…you know give her a kick and she’d be out in no time! From where I am, I can really kick her into the moon’s orbit!’
How I really wish that could be possible. But finally the snail rolled out of the cab and we were back on the road. The process took a little less time than expected because team mate thrust the lady’s bag once she was out of the cab and screamed go go go to the cabbie!
But our buffer was already gone. Snail ate up a good 4 minutes. I wonder how come when you’re in such a hurry that you always end up with such sloths!
In a minute we were near the station. Now we had to sprint through a narrow ‘gali’ to get to the station. Which we did. I bet from the look on our faces, the loclaites would have thought this was some shooting of a tamil movie’s climax where 2 girls were being chased by goons in tata sumos.
We got to the station and we could already see our train pulling in. And we had a overhead bridge to cross before we got to that platform!
Team mate looked at me. Oh no…no no no! I am not doing it…But before I could say that out loud she had already jumped down on the tracks. And I followed suit without batting an eyelid…Scrambled on the tracks, slung my bag over the platform, climbed the platform on the other side and hauled team mate up. I am hoping I don’t see any of those folks in that station ever again in my life. I’d die of embarrassment.
We managed to locate the ladies compartment and found ourselves 2 seats. Faces beaming we looked around. No applause. Huh…talk about unsung heroes! The train started pulling out of the station. Just then my team mate jumped…’Sat…Tickets!!!!!’
And I thought the fun was over…!


P.S: Travelled first time w/o ticket. Thanks to Brute, dodged the suspicious TC’s eyes…Why Brute, because the moment I alighted, I pulled out my mobile and called the first number I could see and acted as if nothing was wrong. The idea people, is not to panic ;)
P.P.S: Coming home from work has never been crazier ;)

Song On: Lorna’s Rao Patrao Rao (for Gils’ benefit…that’s from the Nike TV commercial that was aired this WC season :P )
Mood: Crazy

Labels: Moi, Office

Posted by Sat at 9:18 AM
12 comments

When I board a bus, I have one and only thing on my mind...find a window seat. Now the seat should be such that I have 'more' of the window...and I must be able to open the window...many a times, in spite of struggling endlessly with it, some just refuse to budge! And then of course most importantly it must not be the 'sunny' side of the bus :D
After going through all that pain, I take my seat, switch on my music and prepare my self for the long commute...and in comes the lady/gentleman who for no good reason wants to close that window! Hello! it's open for a reason....in case it didn't occur to you! If you have a genuine problem the dust and pollution outside why not choose a seat where the window is closed? Polluted or not I need this darn air as I have my issues too...and I hate it even more when people oblige immediately to such requests and close the window and there goes the hard earned window seat. So the last time a lady asked me to close the window pointing to her eyes (they seemed to have a problem with the dust on the raod...), I retorted, sorry, I prefer to keep it open; coz I find it difficult when closed!
That was definitely the last thing she expected. But I know that wouldn't have dont her much good as the tiny window won't do half as much harm as the open door she was sitting right next to...duh!

Song on: Keh do tumhe
Mood: Irritated

Labels: Bus, Office

Posted by Sat at 9:52 PM
21 comments

The vengeful, evil, satirical me is back :)
with the RF post again. I bet everyone would ahve forgotten what I am talking about, so take a peek here and here. As usual the italics are a little spiced up filmy deviation from what actually happened, so don't bother...Now off we go...


The next morning , back in her senses, RF realises that she lost a golden opportunity to gain AM’s confidence and there went the opportunity to control the team. She tries again but by then AM had recovered from his hangover and this time it’s revenge on his mind. He tries all that is within his limits to alienate RF from the team. Besides this he also has a good time driving the SEs into frustration, after all he used to be a good manager once, now he’s a changed man! RF decides it’s time she took over by force. She makes use of the long absences of AM from the office and decides to threaten the team members into submitting to her command. And like every other immature wannabe manager, she starts with getting a status update.

Hencri Mancini’s godfather tune plays in the back ground
‘I’ll make them an offer they cannot refuse’ says RF to herself. Forgetting that she neither had a pistol wielding Luca Brasi at command (or her own brain for that matter) nor the fear/respect of the crowd of SEs and MLs, she marches on beaming with confidence, the only thing missing was the cigar in her hand!

This is how Godmother’s attempts went.
RF: hey
ML1 (barely looking away from the monitor): hi
RF: I need your status report before cob
ML1: eh?...If I tell you, you won’t know if I’m better or worse as you don’t have the slightest idea of what I am doing!
RF: oh!
ML1: anything else?
RF: Nope!

RF: er…hello
ML2: Oh hi!...you’re in office today??!
RF: Yeah…just thought I’d drop in to say hi…see you later!
ML2: bye!

ML1: That was smooth (winks)
ML2: comes naturally!...you’d better warn ML3, else she won’t know what hit her!
ML1: right away…

Discouraged by these results, RF decides to Ping ML3 on the messenger. ML3 is forced to retaliate. The chat transcript:

RF: I need your status report now…I would be giving it over to the client today

ML3: Who said that?

RF: Why, is that a problem?

ML3: No, but we’d need to have a lot of knowledge transfer before that, and my project here is 2 weeks away from implementation. I can save that time you know.

RF: That’s alright…I can spare so much time.

ML3: Well, I am going to be implementing that project…it’s me who doesn’t have the time. Please tell me who’s demanding this?

RF: Erm…the client is

ML3: !!!...they hardly have a say in who does what. That’s strange. Anyway I’ll have a word with Mic. I’m sure he would understand.

RF aka karthika: niruthidu, ellathayum niruthidu
ML3 aka velu naikkar: edha nirutha solra? Unna manushiya madhikama thimira badhil sonnane andha ML1, avana nirutha sol, na niruthuren!
Unna indha office sweeper-a vida kevalama paathane andha ML2 avana nirutha sol na niruthuren


RF: Oh…it’s fine. If it’s too much of a problem, I shall tell Mic so myself. Never mind.

ML3: Okie…cheers!

ML2: How did it go?
ML3: Phew!...you guys had it easy…I had a long chain going until I could finally nail it down!
ML2: So you finally did it?...you stud J
ML3: *flushing* Thank you :)) I am thinking of keeping the transcript…you know like a keep sake?
ML2: Sure you should…they don’t come along so often…

ML1, ML2 high five in their cub.. *Clap!*

P.S: Thanks to Mani Ratnam, who should in turn thank Francis Ford Coppola and so I thank him too for my ‘influences’ from their works.
P.S.S: If you don't get any of this, never mind...it's just office revenge ;)

Song on: Can't hold us down
Mood: Crazy

Labels: Office, RF

Posted by Sat at 12:51 PM
7 comments

Taking off from where I left….
This is one more example to the previous post’s context and more importantly a lesson to be learnt, when you’re not the sharpest knife in the kitchen, better don’t open your mouth and make a fool of yourself :D
And as usual, this incident is straight out of the famed forum in the office!

Guy1: Thank God I wasn’t born in Brazil!
Guy2: You sure you want to thank god for that? Trust me if you were born in Brazil, you won't stop saying ‘Oh God!’ ;)
Guy3: Ahem, too much of ‘Oh God’ in a day is not advisable!
Girl: What? How can you say saying God is not good? What else name do you take? That of a Brazillian Belly Dancer*?
All 3 Guys: !!!!!!

P.S: don’t ask me to explain the joke here….those who got it; happy ROTFL.

* like I said, not the sharpest knife; It’s Samba in Brazil…Belly dancing is farther east! No, That's not the joke here :P

Song On: Ay Hairathe
Mood: Cool

Labels: General, Office

Posted by Sat at 12:36 PM
11 comments

Girls are sweet, sensitive, caring, adorable…yeah yeah I just cant help bragging about us :P
But there’s one department the fairer sex can hardly hold it’s head above the water…humour!

Somehow, I have noticed that most girls have the funny nerve completely missing!
You crack a decent joke, some get it after you autopsy the joke and explain them what it was all about and then they grin sheepishly back and say yeah…
All you could do is roll your eye balls and look away. Sometimes wit and sarcasm are completely lost on most of us! Nobody’s perfect, not even women ;)

Here are some interesting events I can remember when a girl completely proved the point I am trying to make:

1. A group of girly girls responding to a ‘clever’ quote ‘The key to being happily married is to keep changing husbands’; ‘God Sat! That’s an awful thought. I would always be faithful to my partner!’ Yeah sure, am glad for them :)

2. The short form CCD is used for 2 things in our office, Café Coffee Day and Computer and Communications Dept. Now this chap wanted to know what are the qualifications needed to apply for a position in the CCD (he obviously meant the latter). The wise guy in our forum pulled this gem of a reply to that saying that a Graduate should do for the Sales manager. For the rest 12th pass should suffice! While we were busy rolling on the floor laughing, this one perplexed lady replied wise guy saying ‘hey you got it all wrong, he was asking about the computer communications dept, not café coffee day!’ One of our menacing friends quipped ‘God, she actually figured out it was café coffee day he was talking about!’ Once again we got back to rolling on the floor laughing! [guess the housekeeping folks don’t have to mop our cubicle floors very often!]

3. Conversation with my friend:
M.F: What’s this thing called *panama hat
Me: Yeh kis chidiya ka nam hai? (which bird is that?)
M.F: Oh, it’s a bird huh?
Me: !!!!....well yeah, a small one, with flappy wings, really cute you see
M.F: Oh…doesn’t quite fit in the context!
Me: Halo!...Snap out of it, I was kidding!
M.F: whatever for?!

*forgot the context :P

4. Another one is right here buried in one of my old posts. Go here and check out in the comments section. Sorry, couldn’t resist including it ;)


P.S: I’ve been hooked to this song Grace Kelly by Mika, absolutely catchy, can’t-stop-smiling material, and did I forget to tell you I love the video? It made my day...
P.S.S: No offence, there are umpteen women who have a razor sharp wit….guess it’s a bit of extremes I guess ;)

Song On: Grace Kelly
Mood: Ecstatic!

Labels: General, Office

Posted by Sat at 10:32 AM
22 comments

Statutory warning: Ini adikkadi narrative-la italics and font changes vandhu ungala bayamuruthum, idhellam en ‘creative license’ (!!!) use panni naana potta masala. Porumaya padikanum, enna? And if you do not get what’s going on in Italics, never mind, it’s mere rambling, you’ll still get what the story is!
Taking off from where we left RF
It so happened, much to RF’s delight that one fine day TMG decided to quit the project and go in search of greener pastures with more lives to be ruined. TMG also announced that once he found such a place, he would soon pull Villain along. It was RF’s one chance to take over the entire team. But it was all thwarted by TMG’s announcement that replacing him at the top level would be that manager guy’s friend, Another Manager (AM). The team was familiar with A.M as he had handled the entire group before TMG and the team quite liked him. But TMG couldn’t let all to be well and fine so he also attached the ‘clause’. The long clause went that AM would be busy at a different location with his own work, so he can’t devote much time to this team. So I leave you all to the mercy of Villain and RF. The SEs breathed a sigh of relief after being terrified that how can something take a turn for the better and upset the normalcy of their cruel life.
TMG decides to throw a party as a departing gesture, the team mates are over joyed as they would get rid of TMG plus they would have free drinks. TMG is busy transferring his ‘gyan’ to Villain and Villain does all that is in his limits to pretend to listen and at the same time keep his eyes off the girl in the next table.

TMG aka Vincent: And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
Villain aka Jules: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?
TMG: No man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the f@ck a Quarter Pounder is.
Villain: Then what do they call it?
TMG: They call it a Royale with cheese.
Villain: A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?
TMG: Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it le Big-Mac.
Villain: Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha. What do they call a Whopper?
TMG: I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King.
Courtesy: Pulp Ficiton, Q Tarantino

Mayya Mayya from the movie Guru playing in the backdrop
RF tries to affirm her position with AM, AM being the blunt person doesn’t give her much hope.
All that when the drinks had not arrived.
Ting Tong! In came the drinks…and this is how it turned out:
TMG busy trying a tongue twister
Villain is not to be seen (sources confirmed he took off with a bottle of champagne. Girl-next-table apparently missing!)
AM is trying to flirt with RF
RF, her drunk self, doesn’t realise that that might have scored her browny points in her own unethical way, and wards off AM
Rest of the team is having fun at their expense, well, for a change!

Labels: Office, RF

Posted by Sat at 10:37 AM
9 comments

Wait...before you proceed, I am on my most cruel punch bag routine and have taken it all out on my blog this time. If you do not have it in you to handle office politics (which is a yummy pizza with a 'lying' base, 'cheesy' layer, undesirably informative but proactive toppings dabbed with lots of sarcasm and a dash of purely evil fun), please do not proceed any further! I have taken liberty to thrash a few individuals, particularly one....so you're welcome to have fun at their expense! Now read.
no no wait wait....*strong* (a little bit!) language and bloody violence warning. Reader discretion advised! Now read on.


This write up/story is a record on the incidents, events, mishaps, you-name-it related to an individual whom we can safely call ‘ruffled feathers’. This is not a work of fiction, any resemblance to characters living or dead is purely intentional and has nothing to do with coincidence.
Our story shall involve a host of other characters, but with regard to their privacy (and my own personal safety); their names have been changed.
Our story starts in a desolate building in a dingy street.
Now in this rather brooding building sat a small little team of software engineers, who were forced to believe that their one true mission in life was to work and be benevolent; benevolent when you have to give away all the laurels for your work to your boss! Then you had the module leads or MLs, who were SEs who had been SEs long enough and threatened to either quit or cause mortal damage to their bosses. To tame these frustrated and dangerous creatures, the new ‘role’ was introduced recently. They were paid the same as the SEs and got no extra benefits, only a different name and the impression that they no longer belonged to the entry level. And of course there were those who were a little above the poor downtrodden engineers, those were the lower middle management, the ‘Leads’. Now what they did lead (apart from miserable lives) is a totally different story. But their job was to peep into the SE’s monitor and ring the emergency alarm if they found anything like Yahoo, Google or even Blogger open, to intimidate their boss (we’ll get to him later…and by the way, they did not have to bother about Orkut as that was blocked already!). They were code named *a$$* kissers (A.K) for the obvious reasons.

And then the person who sits on top of everyone…actually everyone’s head. The manager guy! (TMG) The most marvellous creation of god and dare I say equipped with the best of all modern instruments! They considered dropping Daniel Craig and signing him for his ease with gadgests and gizmos, but re-considered once they had a look at him. Plan B is to cast him in a remake of E.T in the title role. He knows everything that goes on in the cursed cubicles of the SEs. He has spies all over the office floor. He has a RADAR which covers every nook and cranny of the floor…Nope, hiding in the emergency exit stair case is not going to help, unlike mobile networks, his RADAR is strong. He responds to only 2 people and is answerable to only them. His two bosses, one, the guy he calls boss and another, his actual boss, his wife.

So, you might be wondering where does ruffled feathers (RF) fit in? She (yep, that’s a woman!) was an A.K. But a frustrated one at that because she believed it was time she replaced TMG. Her frustration normally showered on the hapless SEs, particularly a new one (fresh meat Aka FM) who had just joined the team. He put it up with her obviously because he was under the false impression that she actually knew something. Which was later clarified by his experienced team mates. And then there was Villain, her colleague and yet another lead in the same team. Villain was RF’s sworn enemy, but that doesn’t make him good either. Had he been a filmi villain, he would have been Prakash Raj, a bit confused, psyched out and a vicious one. He also happens to be TMG’s top most spy and added to that took great pleasure in usurping the credit for the efforts of the SEs. But he played it so cool with them that not one doubted his noble intentions!

P.S: Will be back with more bitching. Till then, drop your rotten eggs, tomatoes in the comment section. I'd return them without fail, in all my true-scorpio self, one day in your blogs.

Song on: Money (P.Floyd)
Mood: Crazy

Labels: Office, RF

Posted by Sat at 7:47 AM
24 comments

It's a tricky question, almost a hobson's choice on most occasions, you have to say yes! :)
And at most times, you happen to be on hold for eternity (almost!)
In the meantime that you're on hold, the other end might be genuinely trying to solve your problem or chatting with a colleague, fixing up a drink, laughing at you with other people who have put a lot more people on hold so that they can laugh at you and so on.
Whilst at your end, you normally get to hear a song, some good, some not so good.
And if it's either Hutch or ICICI you're trying to call, then you might end up hating those tunes however good they might otherwise sound….[I must say you'd better be ready to be on hold for at least 30 minutes before you can say hello to their customer care person]
The help desk in my office is nice, they're a good bunch of people almost have answers to every query (duh…they must have one heck of a search engine!)
And they play a very nice song….'She will be Loved' by Maroon 5.
In fact, last time I called I was hoping to be put on hold just to listen to the song again and once the call was over, it was almost heart breaking to disconnect :(
But I had to and then switched to the same song on my ipod…hehehe

P.S: I typed this post when I was on hold trying to call ICICI customer care
P.P.S: Still on hold!

Song On: Hum hai na (ICICI)
Mood: Irritated

Labels: Office

Posted by Sat at 8:34 AM
30 comments

Ages back I had this mostly non sense post about winning over your crush...
And it's mostly men who have to don this role of chasing the OOA (you know what it is if you read that crush post!). But of late I met some curious girls who wanted to ‘nail’ down that good looking guy they saw somewhere. The icing on the cake was this recent post on the internal discussion forum in my office where a young lady wanted to know of ways to get in touch with this young man (pls note…he was cute; apparently) that her friend had seen and liked in the food court. Now both the ladies have managed to track this guy down and are waiting to ‘make’ friendship with him *ahem*!
For most of my friends who were quite amused at this discussion, it was more of a relief as the burden of the chase was starting to be shared by the fairer sex…for some however the word ‘cute’ looked rather depressing. What stuck me was the fact that the lady decided to openly admit that her friend (rather non existent friend?...coz in most cases the word ‘friend’ is used to cover up the fact that the ‘friend’ in question is actually the person who’s asking such questions!) fancied this guy she saw for a moment at work place. May be life could have been easier had she been born in the west as all she could have done (if she was not faint hearted and thick skinned enough) was to walk over and strike a conversation. In India though this could have resulted in the guy calling out for help!
Another friend of mine who had a monster crush on one of the managers in an account, ended up dragging me along for a Sudoko contest because her gut instincts told her that he would turn up (thanks to their mutual love for sudoko!). But it was an anti climax coz despite securing a seat exactly behind his, she had to rush out mid way as I had buckled to that rising fear and nervousness thanks to the fact that I had never really attempted to give this game a try and ended up bolting out of the door…apparently she was all set to borrow a pen from him and to this day holds this against me! Much more similar missions were thwarted by the fact that I got paranoid that the guy suspected that my friend was interested in him and that she would end up getting both of us fired. Of course much of that paranoia was ‘fuelled’ by the dislike for his flashy coloured shades and flashier accent; god awful really…love’s really (colour?!) blind! [‘Friend’ quoted here is not a pretext..it really wasn’t me as I would not fall for people in those shades in my worst nightmare]
With women trying all kinds of tricks in trying to get to a means of contacting that mystery man they found attractive. Gone are the days when stalking was majorly attributed to poor guys. Question is, how do the guys feel about this start of a new trend?...flattered?...embarrassed?...relieved?

Interesting:
A few months back a local news paper in London featured this section which had messages from it’s readers to people they saw while commuting in the underground tube and found interesting. The messages varied from the like-to-know-you to the regular commuter on a particular route to compliments for their looks to the occasional sightings underground. Some had even quoted their number and one lady even apologised for apparently scaring a guy she tried to start a conversation with :D Over all, it was cute and definite rom-com material

P.S: Post title inspired from a song by the band Police (which Sting was earlier a part of). Apparently this song was written after the break up of Sting's (first?) marriage. On first look, it might look like a heartfelt love song, but the actually implication is that of a stalker....scary stuff :D
For more details 'Police + every breath you take' udan google-aandavarai anugavum

Song on: Seven nation army
Mood: Cheerful

Labels: Office

Posted by Sat at 10:17 AM
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Well some ideas just backfire so mercilessly…it leaves you wondering what on earth made you come up with it. Recently as part of some celebrations arranged in an office, it was decided that there would be a 20 plus metres long banner put up which will have messages from the employees. What they did not anticipate was that all the pent up fury would explode on this banner! The employees chose to crib their hearts out on this…from cries of increase in salary to pleas for that long pending transfer to general outcry on how the whole system..er sucks! As expected the banner did not see light after that :D
Moral of the story; don’t push your luck too hard with a frustrated work force!

P.S: Wonder where that banner is right now?!

Song on: Nickelback's Rockstar
Mood: Amused

Labels: Office

Posted by Sat at 12:50 AM
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