Showing posts with label Rambles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rambles. Show all posts

Saturday, April 5, 2008

S.O.S !


My summer internship begins from Monday *a chilly shiver running down her shameless
spine* , and I feel like that “bad” kid at school .. who doesn’t “want” to goto school !.. You know, not the kinds who would love a day off (which is the “normal” kind of course!) but the one who DREADS Sunday nights; the one who slides onions under her armpit (okay, I know that sounds gross, but I have heard they actually do it! ..) , to appear to run a high temperature and therefore be exempted from attending school :D..; the one who has to be dragged from under the quilt and doesn’t step out of the house without throwing a fit religiously, everyday.

But I never did any of that of course :( ! ..

On the contrary… I was one of those irritating kids (a liability even for my mum, for that matter!) who would not miss school in peace unless they are immobile-and-ill-in-bed!

But… today…. I dunno why I feel like THAT kid …

I just wish Monday would never come … Or that I would never awake on a Monday morning L

And I am amazed at the inauspicious eye I am casting on my own career ..by uttering such foul, negative statements..

I know… but, pathetic as it sounds, I reallllllly don’t feel like moving an inch … not a single, tiny solitary inch on the road that will take me to THAT place ......

Gawddd …. What have I grown into? *gulps with an uncomfortable, gnawing feeling inside her*

Err.. whoever happens to be reading this.. do drop in a prayer…

Nooo, not for me… I can take care of myself *puffs with sad-pride* ..

But do pray for the company which has had the misfortune of picking someone like me, and (cheery on the cake !!) paying me decently for doing-god-knows-WHAT-cuz I doubt I would know that -even at the end of those two months of INTERN-ship.

My heart cries out in pain, for the “Human Resources” in question….. those poor, innocent souls, who toil daily, at their desks … believing in the Good of man, in the Justice of the System, ignorant of the fact that the team that “manages” their returns, consists of someone who dreads doing anything remotely connected with what she has been hired to do i.e contribute her bit in “managing” stuff for their betterment.

But I guess, things will go on anyway … with lot many hiccups im sure (aaaaaaaaannn …:( :( ) ..

But yeah.. there shall be a Sunday night tomorrow. Followed by a Monday morning.

And I have no option but to turn up at “work”, do I?

And to put my “best” foot forward (again, not like I have many options there either, the right one looks just as unwilling and ugly, as the left one. Maybe I’ll just have to hop my way to that place.. both feet together, and let the powers-that-be ‘pick’ their favourite… or reject both as unimpressive ..who knows :( )

*wakes up from her trance with a jolt and scrolls up to read what she has just typed*

Wow … the kind of garbage that I can come up with. If I had any dignity left, I would not dare to put this up on any public forum!...

But of course, I don’t have any dignity to worry about… Nopes :D :D …

So, I will put it up on the blog anyway ….

Talking of Dignity BTW: .. whatever iota of it I ever had, I guess I sacrificed it at the altar of my Live Project … where the saddest of people(registered on some website database as professional ‘consultants’), sitting in square-inch wide offices ..with “ XYZ Consultants “ written on the rusty board which hangs outside the rustier doors, in dingy corridors, in some decrepit building in Nehru Place, hang up on me with sumfin’ that sounds like a ridiculous

“WeWon’GiveNoPlacements*dhup!*”

and can u imagine the provocation ,, for this utterly ridiculous presumption (I mean comeon! ..Godwilling, kids at our place will end up with copy-rooms of the size of that sickly blot-on-the-name-of-an-office :P )…

Well, can u imagine the provocation *wails in painful protest* : a decent, greeting with a sometimes inevitable give-away that it’s a student from a B-School on the line L ..and not some “klahh-eeent” or “kash-tuh-murr” (read: ‘client’ or ‘customer’)

Hones’ly! The cheek!! …

Oooooooh, that reminds me… did I mention that it’s rainin’ Jobs for me ;) ..

The other day, I got 5 offers in a single day *chuckles –tho wryly*

Oh yeah! .. that’s a story unto itself …maybe for the next post..

Err..

Bbye for now…

Siiiggggggggghning off again …

God Bless …

Monday, March 31, 2008

:D ...

Pitter patter
Flitter flatter
Wop de who de who
I am magic
Life is tragic
Who the Hell are you?

You know, I had this blog saved in my bookmarks(i think it belongs to one of the first outsiders to read my previous blog. Outsiders here wud mean any1 who is NOT Arps et al. ) .. and I happened to check in... after a loonng time ..
And I found this post on it .... titled "Of a Soul and its asylum"...
This was probably the ONLY post on the blog that I could relate with, but something in the thought process/ reflection in the post struck a chord with me ...
and of course, these lines seem to have an instant connect! ..

I mean ... no food-for-thought here ... nooooo...
just words, n rhythm ..and the what-the-heck tone that it conveys, to boot ....

Again...

Pitter patter
Flitter flatter
Wop de who de who
I am magic
Life is tragic
Who the Hell are you?..........
>>>>>>>>

I am magic
Life is tragic
Who the Hell are you?..........

:D :D ....

Oooooh latest update Arps (when ARE u going to get that net connection :( ) ..

It is the Demented Dementor again,
and It *sigh* approacheth me ....
A twig of olive It holdeth out ...
But, it's the hidden Gun I see :( ...

Now that u know the story and the context of the original verse, u shud be able to appreciate it!
somewhat... :(

Sig(h)ning off with my gtalk status today ...

Dont disturb me, I'm too busy being happy :D ...

lolz..even though the sentiment is wearing off now ... still, I rarely strike happy notes .. so lemme document this one *grinning her broooooadest grin possible*

Cheeeeeers ...