“We are going to streamline the network.”
“Sorry… WHAT?”
“Streamline. The. Network.”
“???”
“To instill discipline.”
Loosely translated it means – no yahoo, no hotmail, no ym, no msn, no blogger, no fun whatsoever…I feel like going over the top with ‘Nahiiiiiiiiiin, ye nahin ho sakata!’ How am I going to survive?
*sniff, sniff*
Monday, August 29, 2005
Wright on!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
The Pothole that ate Pune
The road back home from work is an excruciating 40 minute bumpy ride - so bumpy that at the end of it you wonder if all the organs in the stomach area are still in their designated place. This road has always been bumpy, as most roads in Pune are wont to be; but the pelting rains this year have ensured that we are left with just the potholes. This 12 km trajet would normally take 25 minutes, but in the Age of the Giant Potholes, an extra 15 are spent navigating the many generations of potholes, searching in vain for any semblance of a road. It’s like a maze of potholes through which one has to find patches of tarred road to reach his destination, and no, this not a fun kind of a maze - fun and potholes just don’t mix fun, in fact, fun and potholes in one sentence is grammatically incorrect.
To make matters worse for me, I somehow always seem to leave office well after twilight so that it’s too dark to actually see the potholes during all the skillful navigation; I usually have to make do with feeling them instead- and let me assure you, its not a very good feeling to feel, my back can vouch for that. The skill required to drive through the potholes in the dark is of an entirely different and higher level, because now one has to also contend with the blinding and relentless glare from the headlights of vehicles. With careful observation and diligent efforts, I have identified The Way – a relatively pothole-free, twisty patch of tarmac. And just when I think I have mastered The Way, it gives way to a new pothole (I was going to say a new pothole pops up, but that would have been so grossly inappropriate) and I think ‘Oh! Now that baby pothole wasn’t there yesterday…will have to work a way around it’. And then there are those times when some poor bugger is driving ahead of me, on My Way at 1/2 km/hr, and I have to go through the Mother of All Potholes to overtake him and reclaim The Way, thereby risking a fatal injury of the spinal chord - I am all but cursing him to the Land of Eternal Potholes where he may bump in peace till the end of time. I could go on ranting like this about The Giant Potholes till the end of time myself.
Last week, in a rare moment, I finally saw them potholes and their sight took me by surprise. They didn’t look anything like I expected them to look. And they certainly weren’t like the seamless potholes that I encounter everyday on the other side of the road on the way to work. It was more like a multitude of craters, like on the moon, small and big and it looked very much like this, with full zoom in, only not so cute. I wonder if it would have been fun if the potholes had been even half as cute…umm, maybe, if I could do a moonwalk.
To make matters worse for me, I somehow always seem to leave office well after twilight so that it’s too dark to actually see the potholes during all the skillful navigation; I usually have to make do with feeling them instead- and let me assure you, its not a very good feeling to feel, my back can vouch for that. The skill required to drive through the potholes in the dark is of an entirely different and higher level, because now one has to also contend with the blinding and relentless glare from the headlights of vehicles. With careful observation and diligent efforts, I have identified The Way – a relatively pothole-free, twisty patch of tarmac. And just when I think I have mastered The Way, it gives way to a new pothole (I was going to say a new pothole pops up, but that would have been so grossly inappropriate) and I think ‘Oh! Now that baby pothole wasn’t there yesterday…will have to work a way around it’. And then there are those times when some poor bugger is driving ahead of me, on My Way at 1/2 km/hr, and I have to go through the Mother of All Potholes to overtake him and reclaim The Way, thereby risking a fatal injury of the spinal chord - I am all but cursing him to the Land of Eternal Potholes where he may bump in peace till the end of time. I could go on ranting like this about The Giant Potholes till the end of time myself.
Last week, in a rare moment, I finally saw them potholes and their sight took me by surprise. They didn’t look anything like I expected them to look. And they certainly weren’t like the seamless potholes that I encounter everyday on the other side of the road on the way to work. It was more like a multitude of craters, like on the moon, small and big and it looked very much like this, with full zoom in, only not so cute. I wonder if it would have been fun if the potholes had been even half as cute…umm, maybe, if I could do a moonwalk.
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Yay!!!
Here's to The Moods, The Madness and The... oh well, the word Muggly has many connotations :D but we just wanted it to rhyme (for no particular reason except the capricious whim of yours truly) with The Good, the Bad and the Ugly and do an alliteration while we were at it, so there.
Here's to our blog! Yay!!
Here's to our blog! Yay!!
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