<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139</id><updated>2011-12-13T20:00:55.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses of a Morons life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-6106065091857480042</id><published>2008-07-19T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T03:46:44.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deleted for explicit content :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-6106065091857480042?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6106065091857480042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=6106065091857480042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/6106065091857480042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/6106065091857480042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-idea-of-date-turned-out-to-be-very.html' title=''/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-5835198274373112536</id><published>2008-03-31T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:04:39.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review : Black Friday</title><content type='html'>There are only a few books that actually make you think so hard that you want to write about it. Black Friday is definitely "the" book that provoked my thought process and forced me to re-evaluate my secular view. Morevoer , the book reinforced my belief that reality is much more forceful than fiction ,i.e. if the author has done his due diligence.&lt;br /&gt;I must say that the author does a splendid job of taking the stance of an on-looker ,merely stating facts and drawing logical conclusions from these facts. Although the intricate details get a little boring but at the same time they point towards the kind of effort has put into this book.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so much so for the author's style . The main thing i want to discuss here is that after reading this book I have begun to beleive that India can only dream of being secular.All of us have read in the text books that secularism is good and religious tolerance should be cherished. But no one told us at what cost. I don't want to take sides of any religion. There are fanatics on both sides but the problem is that only one religion actually thinks that India is its country and that is where I have a pproblem.&lt;br /&gt;This book says that Bomaby blast were nothing but a retailation of what happened in Ayodhya. No doubt what happpened in Ayodhya is regretable but Bombay blasts were not targeted at the Hindus. If these blasts had targeted Hindu temples or any such symbols of Hinduism I could have agreed that they were a form of anger towards a community but these blasts targeted national symbols such as the BSE, the Air India building .When WTC was brought down , america called it an attack on the nation .Doesn't the same theory apply here?&lt;br /&gt;Often Media writes about the so called involvement of a foreign hand in these events.But how can such a foreign hand exist unless there is support from with in.The people who executed these blasts were not Pakistanis . They were Indians .How may times will I see outfits like SIMI and LET cropping up in the heart of India ?&lt;br /&gt;Another point i will like to bring out is that minorities in India always take undue advantage of their underprevilige situation. the majority of the hindu community is as underpreveliged as these minorities so why should these minorities get any special treatment. i think it will be appropriate to bring out the fact that the Musilm community is the only community that fails to adhere to the Uniform Civil Code. May I ask Why this special treatment? No where in the world is there a separate civil code for any community. No other community in India has ever got any help from other nations based on religion. Jews don't get help from Israel to protect their minority interest nor do the christians cry out for help to the half of world that is Christians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-5835198274373112536?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5835198274373112536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=5835198274373112536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/5835198274373112536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/5835198274373112536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2008/03/book-review-black-friday.html' title='Book Review : Black Friday'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-2593925325050886046</id><published>2008-01-07T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T08:01:09.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am writing again ..just some (s)crap</title><content type='html'>I have decided that I will write the title when I have finished writing this blog. I don't have anything specifc in my mind just want to write something. Well for starters i am a bit scared these days because I think my work schedule is going back to what is used to be in college and I hate that. Research : I am here just for the sake of glamour. I don't like working on something I know nothing about I am jus making guesses and my gusses are as good as any one elses. I should move out of research asap becuase this is not for me. I don't have enough conviction to pursue anything for a very long time. Its just me..I want quick answers a lot of people to work with working on challenging problems almost kills me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-2593925325050886046?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2593925325050886046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=2593925325050886046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/2593925325050886046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/2593925325050886046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-writing-again-just-some-scrap.html' title='i am writing again ..just some (s)crap'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-4932853403412957432</id><published>2007-05-11T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:27:36.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appraisal : I love it</title><content type='html'>The following blog is based on true events. Names of certain characters have been changed to preserve confidentiality. Some of the events have been exaggerated for dramatic adaptation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9AM :&lt;br /&gt;Boss : Saket ,fill your self appraisal form and send it across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Me thinking :Yet another self appraisal. What should I write? Since they say an eye for an eye ,I thought a &lt;strong&gt;CRAP&lt;/strong&gt; for a &lt;strong&gt;CRAP&lt;/strong&gt; is not that bad a idea. &lt;strong&gt;CRAP&lt;/strong&gt; by the way stands for &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;ant &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;esist &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;dding &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my responses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q :Did you meet the goals you set at the begining of this term?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A:  This is a very subjective question. If you ask me I say yes and you say no and since you say no when your boss asks you ,you have to say no since you said no to me ,so how can you achieve your goals if I did not because your goal is to see that I meet my goals. So the best strategy is I say yes and you say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:Did you follow the processes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes,I tactfully delegated the processes to other people. (So technically this question should be on their forms)&lt;br /&gt;(Close Answer :&lt;br /&gt;Processes ????I did not get the hand book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30 AM : Boss: Saket,Lets have a chat.(Yeh to hona hi tha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss: Saket , You do blah blah blah right&lt;br /&gt;Me : hmm..&lt;br /&gt;Boss : You do blah blah blah wrong&lt;br /&gt;Me : hmmm ....No but.....&lt;br /&gt;Boss : You do blah blah blah right&lt;br /&gt;Me : thats okay...but..&lt;br /&gt;Boss : You have tremendous potential&lt;br /&gt;(Meaning : the potential will never be realized)&lt;br /&gt;I have teremendous confidence in you and you will go places if you improve upon certain things&lt;br /&gt;(Meaning : forget it this time you will get close to average hike and the meeting ends here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Come on guys be creative just for once. All of us know the sandwich method of giving a feed back.Well my experience tells me "blah blah rights" don't count "blah blah wrong" does.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing remark: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boss : You need to control your emotional outbursts. You are just one step short of voilence when you loose your temper.I will do everything possible to help you. Do Yoga if that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I am already meditating, Sir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-4932853403412957432?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4932853403412957432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=4932853403412957432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/4932853403412957432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/4932853403412957432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2007/05/appraisal-i-love-it.html' title='Appraisal : I love it'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-6283846555363144566</id><published>2007-04-14T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T12:33:28.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuchch Sher : Tanhai ke naam</title><content type='html'>-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;kitna kuchch tha kehne ko&lt;br /&gt;kitna kuchch tha sunne ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;batein to thi kehne ko&lt;br /&gt;par lafzon main tha sannatta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bhaav bhi the us chehre par&lt;br /&gt;par woh bhi the kuchch khaali se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paani bhi tha ankhon main par&lt;br /&gt;woh bhi tha kuchch khaara sa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kitna kuchch tha kehne ko&lt;br /&gt;kitna kuchch tha sunne ko&lt;br /&gt; ----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Zindgi meri aansuo me dhal gai,&lt;br /&gt;sare jaha ki mujhse nazre badal gai,&lt;br /&gt;waqt ne aisa sitam kiya hai dosto,&lt;br /&gt;ki har aarju meri hatho se fisal gai..&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;zameen ka ek tukda&lt;br /&gt;khidkiyon main jhankti khidkiyan&lt;br /&gt;asmaan ka ek kona&lt;br /&gt;nahin chahiye nahin chahiye&lt;br /&gt;mujhe chahiye poora asmaan&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;likhta hoon haale dil, dil ka haal samajh lena&lt;br /&gt;alfaaz to keh na payenge ,dil ki baat samajh lena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-6283846555363144566?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6283846555363144566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=6283846555363144566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/6283846555363144566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/6283846555363144566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2007/04/kuchch-sher-tanhai-ke-naam.html' title='Kuchch Sher : Tanhai ke naam'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-1257384128969075431</id><published>2007-02-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T11:55:20.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sant Valenteen divas</title><content type='html'>Poora vishva kisi pyar ke sant ka janam din mana raha hai aur main samay vyateet karne ke liye yeh blog likh raha hoon.Sonch raha hoon kya likhoon . Kuchch goodh sawaal mere antarman main kautuhal paida kar mere hriday ki peeda ko nirantar hi anant kar rahe hain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kehte hain logon ka bhagya janam se phele hi likh diya jaata hai .Kaun se bhagvaan likhte hain yeh to main nahin jaanta lekin mera bhagya avahsya hi Pavanputra ne likha hai....nahin to jeevan ke kisi mod ke kisi andhkaar porna kone main hi sahi par kisi kanya ka prayojan avashya hota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are prabhu aap to bhagvaan hain....aap ajar amar hain...aap gyani hain.....aap apni pratigya se atal hain.....par meri bhagya rachna karte samay keval ek baar apna bhramcharya ka vrat kuchch kshanon ke liye toda hota to yeh sevak aaj yeh blog nahin likh raha hota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meri manein to ab aap bhi Indra aur Krishna se mitrata badhayein.Mera kya ... main to ek tuchch prani hoon agar aajeevan stri vihin rehna pada to bhi sirf ek jeevan ki baat hai.&lt;br /&gt;Kintu prabhu aap...jinka koi aadi hai na ant...kya yeh vichaar aapke man ko kabhi vyakul nahin karta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab yeh shanka bhi to niradhaar nahin ki aap stri viheen hone ki katuta se uttapan kop ka bhajan humein bana rahe hain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey prabhu,aap kahein to apne saath main aapke liye bhi prarthna karoonga, kintu meri bhagya rachna par punah vichaar karein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaya Hanumana gyana guna sagara&lt;br /&gt;Jaya Kapisa tihun loka ujagara&lt;br /&gt;Rama doota atulita bala dhama&lt;br /&gt;Anjani-putra Pavana suta nama&lt;br /&gt;Mahavira Vikrama Bajrangi&lt;br /&gt;Kumati nivara sumati Ke sangi&lt;br /&gt;Jaya Hanumana gyana guna sagara&lt;br /&gt;Jaya Kapisa tihun loka ujagara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-1257384128969075431?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1257384128969075431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=1257384128969075431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/1257384128969075431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/1257384128969075431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/sant-valenteen-divas.html' title='Sant Valenteen divas'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-117112540800532470</id><published>2007-02-10T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T20:18:25.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life ,Destiny and Death</title><content type='html'>The title does not convey the meaning fully, but I have kept it this way purposely. The reason is that most people think these concepts are independent of each other. What I am realizing and what the correct title should have been is :&lt;br /&gt;"Life's destiny is death"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us think that we are alive ? How do we know we are alive ?&lt;br /&gt;more importantly what is this thing called life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is nothing but a state of perpetual daze in which we keep repeating the routine acts like zombies to keep the illusion called life, alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us are just waiting ,waiting for the time to free ourselves from the routine acts and this can happen only when we die. We are not allowed, we are not trained to do things other than routine. No matter what you do things are going to become regular/routine /mundane at some point . So most of us (including me) try to dodge the certainity called death by creating a third state other than life and death and we do this by switching what we do but this only works for a few days and then again you are back to routine and the wait starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say I don't have passion and I say passion is just another illusive concept . A concept that acts like consolation for doing routine things while waiting for death. Its just another way to say I am as good as machine now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like death is dictating the terms and conditions of your life. Its like saying you have limited time so don't try to do too many things .Just do what you are supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way things are ,most of us will have comfortable lives but lives devoid of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say that you are alive only when you have control over everything in your life ,even death. Only then you could say that you did not wait for death it was just a choice you made. All of us want to break free from everthing that we are expected to do and do what we want to do.What we want is not fixed ,it keeps changing, so according to me we want to live life day by day. We want to live in the spur of the moment and want to die when we choose to die because then death will be one of the choices we make and not our destiny. Infact there will be no destiny and there will be no life but we will be alive and since there will no life there will be no death!!,there will be just the moment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WILL BE NOW.....NOW IS ABOUT CHOICES.......NOW IS ABOUT INDEPENDENCE....NOW IS ABOUT DEFYING DEATH....NOW IS ABOUT NO LIFE....NOW IS JUST NOW....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-117112540800532470?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/117112540800532470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=117112540800532470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/117112540800532470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/117112540800532470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2007/02/life-destiny-and-death.html' title='Life ,Destiny and Death'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116926697180885193</id><published>2007-01-19T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T20:42:25.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a failed lover</title><content type='html'>So the first twist in the tale is that it is not I who is going to confess but believe it or not I have heard confessions of many a spurned lovers which I am going to reproduce. I don't know the ulterior motives behind these confessions because I am not a love doctor of any sorts but whatever it is ,I think it's close to Gandhi's talisman which says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever in state of distress remember the face of the poorest man you have seen and you will find your sorrows melting away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats one thing that these guys learnt well in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are many stories that I can write here, I am just organising my thoughts . Let me start with a unique story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sharing an apartment with this guys for 4-5 months and he had a unique style of impressing a girl. He learnt the language she spoke(so whats new you will say ,dude I don't mean he learnt the language of her heart or mind he literally learnt language she spoke). The fact that he now knows around 4 indian languages(including sanskrit: this is because some one told him that Sanskrit is the mother of all Indian languages,thats called vision sir...way to go dude) and 2 foreign languages gives an estimate of his number of ex's. For the likes of me who are practically lingustically illeterate this route to "patao" a girl seems like an up hill task. But like every dog every stud has his day.One day he saw a cute chinki and then began the drama .So he comes to me and narrates his story obviously the first question I asked him is how did he manage that. After a lot of lecture on love doesn't need a language and crap he told me that he actaully taught the "chinki" a bit of english...love knows no barries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second story is an office romance.This is the worst kind of romance you can imagine because once you have been turned down you cannot just walk away from the situation,you just keep seeing her every day and force a smile every time you see her . This is exactly what happened with one of my best friends. Both of us use to have long discussions about what should be done and it was decided that he should resign.What i heard next day is a true example of&lt;br /&gt;"You rise when you fall in love".&lt;br /&gt;His boss did n't accept his resignation but he offered him permanent position in the US office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many more probably I will continue that in the next blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116926697180885193?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116926697180885193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116926697180885193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116926697180885193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116926697180885193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/confessions-of-failed-lover.html' title='Confessions of a failed lover'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116804765149995494</id><published>2007-01-05T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:00:25.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Swades Style</title><content type='html'>There has never been anything new about any new year except that the calendar changes and people like Vijay Malaya get a chance to exploit some more teenage girls.Don't get me wrong I don't mind girls exposing ,what I do mind is that they expose for Malaya, some one old enough to be their Grand Pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get back to new year : People need a reason to celebrate and I join the fun as well. Moreover New year is always a good excuse to use the leftover leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college friends know that I have been crazy about Goa ever since my second year when my middle class small town outlook started fading and thus made way for the metro culture.The fun part is :I could never go to Goa while in college so by the time I graduted it had became an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been there thrice in three years after graduation and each one of these trips has been an experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time i went to Goa,i did it in style. Pune - to- Goa on bike- some 600 kms- reached there on 31st night. Phew!!! looks like a lot, it was a lot .My cute little posterior was on fire. Any one who would have seen me naked then could have easily mistaken me for a 'langoor'.&lt;br /&gt;But Goa is worth all the pain in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time was also fun but not as much as the first time so I decided to rekindle the magic the third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having done "Dhoom" in Goa I decided it was time for "DCH". New year was there and I had a lot leaves pending , a perk that is unnecessary but nevertheless is the the most sought after luxury in any corporate package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways My Plan was to go to Kolhapur and from there on drive to Goa in my friend's new "Baleno". Little did I know that this guy was planning to get married in 2007. Now you get an inkling of what lies in store for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached Kolhapur I called this guy only to find out that he is out on a misadventure of meeting a girl. These days its easy to find guys like him who panic on turning thirty. Whats so special about 30, its after 29 and anyone who doesn't die prematurely will be 30 some day.I sometimes wonder if these guys are worried about menopause or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guessed it right : "DCH" plan crashed even before it took off. But those who know me know it well that I am not the one to give up, so what if I was alone on the New Year or I had to drink in solitude.Atleast I was in Goa and I was drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence started the "Swades" experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the buses from Kolhapur to Goa were, as an agent put it, "overful".I was told that the only way I could reach Goa was via Belgaum. So I boarded one of the private buses .The kind that stops for every person standing by the road side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey from Kolhapur to Belgaum was pretty uneventful.The shock came after reaching Belgaum. The only option there are the KSRTC buses with a capacity of 80 people but KSRTC thinks that these are sturdy enough to carry atleast 150. It looked like the bus was ready to explode.But never the less, I said "Jai Shivaji" and jumped into one of the buses. The moment I got into the bus some one shouted &lt;a href="mailto:f@(k"&gt;f@(k&lt;/a&gt; in a local dialect. I ignored it like a true gentleman but then I realized that I was standing on something that moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of sweat reminded me of the Hostel years(yesteryears ,hostel years all the same) and I thought that deodrants definitely have a huge market in this part of the world. With each jerk I cursed my friend :&lt;br /&gt;"Teri shaadi bhi kisi gaon main ho jahan tujhe bullockcart main jaana pade".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the previous bus this one also stopped for anyone who waved his hand at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours I got a seat which was no seat at all. I thought that at end of this ordeal I will have to sit on a pillow like Saif Ali in "DCH" , the only consolation : there is going to be some "DCH" finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I some how survived the bus which took close to 6 hours and from the depths of my heart I cursed my friend again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tere honeymoon mein teri gaadi kharab ho jaye aur door door tak taxi na mile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my favourite beach ,again by some similar buses but by this time i had switched on the "Budhdha Mode"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went by without much problems as the "har gam ki dava" is pretty cheap in Goa plus there were bikini clad girls all around . It always looks better live than on television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the New Year's eve . I was sitting alone in one of the beach restaurants sipping redwine and there was a candle on my table. So technically I was having a candlelight dinner all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Again a curse for my beloved friend :&lt;br /&gt;"Teri candle light dinner waqt aandhi aa jaye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was 12:00:00 AM the moment every one was waiting for and many of them were making some wish. I too made a wish :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yogi ,Teri shaadi is saal nahin hogi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I decided to leave early. I woke up the receptionist who had not gotten over previous night drinking and this time some curses came my way.The bill was huge and after paying the bill I was left with some 100 Rs in my pocket but thanks to ICICI there are ATMs everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got home on 2nd of Jan.&lt;br /&gt;Aum sweet home!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116804765149995494?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116804765149995494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116804765149995494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116804765149995494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116804765149995494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-swades-style.html' title='New Year Swades Style'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116638385433396410</id><published>2006-12-17T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:29:14.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil hi to hai na samjhe kyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ai saqi itna ehsaan karna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hum chale jayein to hamein yaad karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tujhe paane ki tamnna sau baar sahi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zindagi nahin to zindagi ke baad sahi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai saqi itna ehsaan karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hum chale jayein to hamein yaad karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maut ki zindagi hoti hai do char ghadi &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aur fir zindagi bhi mushkilon se bhari &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai saqi itna ehsaan karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hum chale jayein to hamein yaad karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meri kabra pe phool nahin,asoon nahin,sajde bhi nahin &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meri kabra pe mujhse milne ki guzarish karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ai saqi itna ehsaan karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hum chale jayein to hamein yaad karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meri maiyaat main do asoon bhi na zayaa karna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hum chale jayein to hamein yaad karna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116638385433396410?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116638385433396410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116638385433396410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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enlightened one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osho says : Buddha is a state of mind, a state of passive awareness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot agree more with Osho but I certainly don't think you have to read "white lotus" or visit the Osho Ashram to discover the Buddha in you. All of us have this Buddha state ,we switch it on and switch it off at our own free will in everyday life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just went for a walk in a park before this blog and I realised that the Buddha mode was on. There were couples holding hands and other public display of affection and this usually turns on the Buddha mode for most single guys, including me. When you are in campus or fresher, you are often left wondering why this girl is with that guy or that girl would have been with me if only she had met me before she met her "current". (well if there can be an ex why can't there be a current). These feelings are but natural and for those of you who are still wondering about these feelings I must say that there is nothing to worry about .Infact ,I extend my heartiest congratulations to them for their initiation towards Buddha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day I was in a PVR theatre watching the Umrao Jaan after having bought the ticket for an exorbitant amount of 220/-. I realised with in the first ten minutes that it was time to turn on the Buddha and that worked just fine for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, you can turn on this mode whenever you feel that a colleague of yours is getting all the attention and he has every reason for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn on the Buddha mode when you know your Boss is bullshitting and there is nothing you can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In effect turn on the buddha mode when ever you are in situation you don't like to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I am trying to say here is&lt;br /&gt;"When rape is inevitable lie back and enjoy"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116333243290059186?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116333243290059186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116333243290059186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116333243290059186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116333243290059186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/being-buddha.html' title='Being &quot;Buddha&quot;'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116257486048907536</id><published>2006-11-03T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:27:40.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>Moved to new house and got a new broad band connection. Will start posting soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116257486048907536?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116257486048907536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116257486048907536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116257486048907536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116257486048907536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116133814917033799</id><published>2006-10-20T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:33:46.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Meetings</title><content type='html'>Definition : A type of  orgy in which people perform intellectual masturbation to cum with loads of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to say more !!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116133814917033799?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116133814917033799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116133814917033799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116133814917033799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116133814917033799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/corporate-meetings.html' title='Corporate Meetings'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116131881932406125</id><published>2006-10-19T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T02:39:34.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Cliches</title><content type='html'>There are some phrases that I keep hearing day in and day out. I thought I will spend some time pondering over what they mean or if they mean anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard the expression "look at the long term" so many times that at the beginning of this month I decided to start counting its occurrences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going by the theory of relativity what is long for me is short for the management and vice versa. Let me explain: Whenever I ask for a project change I am long and the management is short and whenever it comes to vacations the management is long while I am short and people tell me Einstein did not get Noble for relativity. He must have had nasty manager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never quite understood why my manager keeps emphasizing on "the bigger picture".&lt;br /&gt;Hence I decided to find out the bigger picture. I searched every wall in the office, looked in every nook and corner but there was no bigger picture only some mundane posters which talked about ideas and stuff. None of these can be the bigger picture because every damn person in the office has memorized these and yet the management feels that none of us has seen the "bigger picture".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day my curiosity got better of my fear and I sneaked into my manger's cabin looking for the answer and there I found a picture of him taken while he was vacationing in Greece. So this is the bigger picture he talks about all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorite is “It’s got to be a team effort”. What I like about this one is the timing. Whenever the team and the manager disagree this beautiful line is quoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is specific to my company which sells retirement solutions. The buzz word these days is: “owning retirement”. The logic being, the baby boomers are going to retire soon and there is going to be huge money that one can tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been asked to think about ideas on these lines. I have a really innovative idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby boomers will be 60 in 2010 and that is when they retire. So assuming the life expectancy to be 70 they are going to die in 2020. Then there will be huge demand for coffins. Business opportunity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s called “out of the box” thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116131881932406125?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116131881932406125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116131881932406125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116131881932406125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116131881932406125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/corporate-cliches.html' title='Corporate Cliches'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116102169050559132</id><published>2006-10-16T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:14:52.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Mondays</title><content type='html'>Monday : No body likes it... me included. Missed a morning meeting today and why the hell people expect me to show up at 9:30 AM on Monday. Anyways my boss is cool and nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;After a round of ciggarette and coffee I started my work around 10:30 AM...then I saw the girl I was talking about in the last blog(Corporate Parties) by the looks on her face it was very clear that there is not much scope after what happened on Saturday....or i was just imagining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I had spent about 1 hour deliberating over my chances with that girl one of my team mates called me for lunch..Oh wait a minute I had attended one of those HR meeting before lunch....there was no need to but I did not have anything better to do and more over this girl was also there in the meeting....another chance??? NAHHHH...&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether girls like rebels or not but thats what I usually am and today was no different. Yet again....I was speaking my heart out...damn it I need to control that...and thank god no one from the senior management was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the meeting I had lunch and was really sleepy so had another ciggarettes..and got back at the desk at 2:30 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;Realiszation1 : Half the day is gone and I haven't really started the work....okay need to relax ...another cigarette&lt;br /&gt;5:30 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;Realization2 : ditch yaar bahut ho gaya kal dekhte hain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116102169050559132?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116102169050559132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116102169050559132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116102169050559132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116102169050559132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/corporate-mondays.html' title='Corporate Mondays'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116089378699191260</id><published>2006-10-14T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:48:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Conversation</title><content type='html'>I think I have had a lovely time after college not that I mean life in the campus was not as good. That was great too. So what has changed between then and now?.I have started enjoying solitude, anonymity and the zone of being “comfortably numb”. So what did I do after college?: Lived a life less than ordinary. The expression that I often use to describe it is “Middle class timid life style” and that’s what is called mundane. But mundane isn’t always boring though I will agree that it implies long stretches of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boredom is often the genesis of some very interesting conversations. Like the time when I was changing the job for the 4th time in 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had become bored of questions like:&lt;br /&gt;“Where do you see yourself ten years from now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answer:I am relatively blind to such long time frames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is not the best answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best I have heard is:“I see my self sitting in a glass office on the 14th floor of Oberoi towers, facing the Arabian Sea, my legs on the table, and a sexy secretary standing by my side”. Yeah that’s where I see my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bouncer (and this specially applies to likes of me): “What makes you feel that you are going to stick to this job? "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Answer: Well in the first place there are no such feelings but if you insist, I will hold on to this job because I have already changed three jobs in three years!!(Beat that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See if I hadn’t been bored I wouldn’t have thought of such answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people I am not satisfied with what I am doing. Plainly put I think I am not making enough money and naturally it shows in the appraisal meetings. In particular, I remember one with a certain manager X. (I prefer to maintain anonymity. There are two reasons for it: 1) It keeps all my managers wondering 2) I have no hard feelings for X because he was not a bad person, just a little stupid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: So are you enjoying your job?&lt;br /&gt;Me : No. (Simple answers are more shocking than sophisticated ones)&lt;br /&gt;X : Why not ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : I did not come here to do what I am doing&lt;br /&gt;X : Will you like a project change?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Not necessarily, I don't want pain in life just for another bullet point in my resume&lt;br /&gt;X : Well in that case we will be working together for a year or so&lt;br /&gt;Me : In that case I will rather have te bullet point&lt;br /&gt;X: okay, we will see. You have been here for some time how do you like the culture here&lt;br /&gt;Me : I will rather be at MMMCo&lt;br /&gt;X : Why ?&lt;br /&gt;Me : It pays 15 lpa.&lt;br /&gt;(I knew that even Mr X was not getting this much so...)&lt;br /&gt;(there are was a long pause and I got an inkling that I can knock out Mr.X)&lt;br /&gt;Me: and you know ,being at MMMCo its quite possible that I get a chance to talk to some big shot in the very first month of joining ,where as right now…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was moved on bench the very same week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another set of interesting people are the H.R. guys (well mostly they are gals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.R. by the very nature of its work has the business of poking its nose where it’s not supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often use my fictitious girlfriend as the source of instability in my life to dodge the H.R. hounds.(sorry darling, but if you do not save my ass then who will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after I resigned from my previous job I got a call from H.R. for an “informal chat” about what can be done to retain me. (I seriously doubt the success ratio of such “informal chats” but that’s what the corporate protocol is like. Given a chance I will beat the shit out this corporate culture, etiquettes and what not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an obedient employee and soon to be an ex-employee I walked to the meeting room and there was this beautiful lady,with whom I have been trying to talk to for the last one year , sitting alone in the meeting room. I told her that I was called for a meeting and she said she is the one who will be conducting the “exit interview” for me&lt;br /&gt;and I am like “uhhh…..what about the informal chat”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, all the chances of using my fictitious girlfriend as an accomplice were ruled out. Hence began our conversation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR : So why are you changing,don’t you like it here?&lt;br /&gt;Me : Peronal reasons&lt;br /&gt;HR : I need to know the exact reason . It will help us reduce attrition&lt;br /&gt;Me : I am not comfortable talking about the exact reason, atleast not here. Can we go down to the cafeteria.I need some caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in my life I realized how dumb I can be Just when I thought that I was doing okay I blurted out “You know its because of my girlfriend.” And then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR : “Are you getting married?”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I was back in my seneses and made a desperate attempt to bring the conversation on track:&lt;br /&gt;"No but we are having problems and I will like to stay close to her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I was thinking at that time was that the next time I meet this girl I am going to say it did not work out but that was the last I saw of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats all I have for today...I intend to keep writing these blogs even if no body is interested in reading .....after all its life less than ordinary&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116089378699191260?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116089378699191260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116089378699191260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116089378699191260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116089378699191260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/corporate-conversation.html' title='Corporate Conversation'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36048139.post-116089093861281124</id><published>2006-10-14T22:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:37:50.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corporate Parties</title><content type='html'>Somehow I have never been able to grasp the concept of this event.Usually there is free flowing alcohol but there is bosses wife as well so you cannot drink too much and if the orgranizer really wants his bonus he will make it a family event and then there will be children too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who cares!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday ,there was such a party. I had fun but I am expecting monday to be even more exctiting as there will be some music in the office for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls who look so dumb on weekdays were nothing short of hotties( any girl is Aishwarya once I am drunk) .Anyways as usual I was looking at girls dancing away to impress you know who and I was sitting in a corner gulping down one drink after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to provide you some background, I am interested in two girls in my office, not that it makes a difference to them but I am still interested and after yesterday I really doubt they are going to be interested in me anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fuck the girls!!Drink to the last drop!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the animal,I mean the party animal in me was aroused after some 5 bears, 2 Whisky , 1 wine and 2 oldmonks. (You see I believe in tasting everything around because "Kal ho na ho" .No ,I am not drunk any more that was a pure PJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not reading this for the party description ,are you? Let me tell you the interesting part and that happens after I get drunk. So I was drunk and waiting outside the lift and there was huge a crowd and one of the two girls that I am/was interested in was standing right ahead of me and ,you know, I can be a real gentleman in such situations. The only problem is my language.The drunk crowd in india is not so benign to girls was all I meant when I told her: "Wait for the next lift or you will get squeezed".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....that is one thing I am going to remember for a long time but before that also I did certain acts of chivalry which could be of interest to you but the problem is I can only recall them hazily....I will keep you posted as and when I recall them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36048139-116089093861281124?l=glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/feeds/116089093861281124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36048139&amp;postID=116089093861281124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116089093861281124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36048139/posts/default/116089093861281124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glimpses-of-a-morons-life.blogspot.com/2006/10/corporate-parties_14.html' title='Corporate Parties'/><author><name>i-me-myself</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08710510637151228307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1iKtDNNtRhU/SSnB6YzOlHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QMSbO1HuzaY/S220/photo_isb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
