Being myself

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world; the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man. - George Bernard Shaw

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

The Girl


Last Para from 'Me at School'
By this time I had the confidence that nothing in world can take away my laziness. After all how many of you can afford to miss your first date just because you felt sleepy, specially when you have been persuading her for last three years!!
And …continued

She is Divya, 5 feet 4 inches tall, on the slim side, fair, round face, dark brown eyes, and sharp features with short brown hair barely managing to touch her shoulders. She was a year junior to me in school and though she wasn’t the most beautiful girl in school but she was pretty good looking, charming and certainly was in top 15* girls of our school (* Ratings as per a secret organization called ‘BB’-Big Boys which comprised of ‘cool’ guys from 12th standard). To add some spice to my life, she also happened to be the daughter of one of our teachers and boys took tuitions from her dad just for sake of getting a chance to talk to her. And I was no different; in 10th standard I went to her place five times a week for about two months and managed to let her know my name. I didn't have guts to approach her in school (as a matter of fact I never had guts to approach any girl) but somehow we started exchanging smiles whenever we crossed .

After my high school, I landed up in the back benches of 11th Sciences along with Abhi. As the days passed we mastered the art of making cartoons on blackboard, sipping ‘Fruity’ during class but our favorite task remained to be finishing other's lunch even before the first period was over. We were enjoying our days but we had a feeling that we have hard times ahead. And our intuitions proved to be very true- both of us flunked 1st term exams and despite Abhi and me exchanging answer sheets in physics exam, Abhi had the honor of scoring section’s lowest marks and I got quite close to sharing the honor (I still wonder from where that extra half-mark came, I guess it was because of my neat handwriting). Anyways, lost in deep thoughts of humiliations to come, I lost my balance on the stairs at home and was awarded with a hair line fracture in the left leg. It made me sit all alone when the whole school was busy in preparing for annual sports. I often sat in the pavilion watching Divya in Basket Ball practice sessions. One day, her practice was called off which meant she had an extra hour before she could leave for home with her dad. She picked her bag and instead of heading towards canteen with her friends, to my surprise and others' dismay, she started walking towards me. As she came and sat beside me, my heart jumped, bumped, thumped and probably skipped a few beats. Instead of greeting her, I looked up at the sky to thank god and I think he smiled at me…





Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Me at school


Lazy…
That’s the word people frequently use in my reference. During initial years of life the poor word used to be all alone but as I grew up into a handsome hulk ( well redefine your vocabulary if you want to), my considerate friends had a serious discussion over the injustice being done to the innocuous word and finally managed to get it coupled with few nouns (bum, a** etc). Initially I felt offended about this and tried changing my sluggish habits by means of conscious efforts and had some initial success as well.

You can fight with destiny but can’t win over it.
But in the long run, my own-self scored over my very own efforts and I accepted the honored title with some resistance though. Time passed by and I cleared my high school board examinations with both my percentage and weight crossing just crossing seventy five mark. Well you don’t call those marks as good (especially when the school average is revolving around seventy nine) but the fact that I scored second highest in my group, only behind a dude with eighty nine percent was good enough to make our whole gang high on vodka.

The dude is Abhijit, popularly known as Abhi, my classmate since class 6th. He is fair, handsome, stands 5 feet 10 inches. If that is not enough for girls to pay attention to him, he was captain of school cricket team, was good in debates and owned a YAMAHA RX100. He had an amazing fan following, and he was occupied with girls and cricket practice. He stayed close to my place and despite his busy schedule made it a point to pick me up for school which usually made us missing the morning assembly. As per rules if we did that three times in a row (well we made HAT-TRICK at least 3 times a month) we spent our first period standing in the class. I was used to all this from very young days, but he wasn’t. For all this he would shout at me, create a scene but next morning he will be there at my gate again, honking and shouting. I didn’t quite understand the guy but I kind of liked him (and wished I was him!!!).

By this time I had the confidence that nothing in world can take away my laziness. After all how many of you can afford to miss your first date just because you felt sleepy, specially when you have been persuading her for last three years!!

To be continued…

Monday, April 17, 2006

Water is Life?


Walking towards cubicle, with usual fast steps (I make it a point not to stroll because as per my theory only couples are supposed to loiter around in office), I noticed my senior manager coming from opposite side. Though I was in deep thoughts and was kind of low (nothing new actually, I haven’t been high since New Year party) but that didn’t entitle me to forget basics etiquettes in office. So I pasted my cheerful smile (not deadly, that’s exclusively for non-males out here) and greeted him. He gave his manager smile (I don’t think he got much variety in that) and threw a closed ended question ‘so have you decided??’ I believe that one should be well prepared for unexpected things in life and as this question was expected I wasn’t prepared. I was still flying towards my cubicle and just managed to say ‘Yes’. He halted and that made me to stop and turn back. At this point of time I acted against Newton’s first law of motion but I give him a damn specially when Newton made my life a hell during school time and moreover he wasn’t aware of corporate culture. After fixing a meeting at 14:00 hours, lost in deep thoughts, I nearly crept towards my cubicle .


AFTER LUNCH: 13:55 Hours IST.
This is actually the perfect time to enter the lion’s den (read manger’s cubicle) when he is half asleep after lunch. Anyways I had to meet my senior manager in 5 more minutes and thought it will be good idea to get rid of excess water in my body. I headed towards washroom and just then my manager pulled me into a ‘short urgent meeting’.
These managers have sixth sense of striking at right moment!!
This crap ‘short’ meeting took around 20 minutes and with water inside me increasing the pressure at rate of infinite Pascals per second (is that what they call hydraulics??), every moment seemed like eternity and I had to put in best efforts to save my teammates from havoc of another tsunami. I rushed towards my 'destination' as soon as meeting finished but had to stop as I saw my SPM coming out of my cubicle. ‘Which time zone do you follow?’ he asked, displaying his wicked sense of humor at best possible time. I gave him all my explanations and he told me to follow to his cabin (gauche!! It has been 23 years since I last did it in my pants).

In his cubicle I told (read explained) him my decision of not joining the other project. He was in a pretty good mood( hey don't make faces,bosses do have good moods) and started talking about ongoing things in Unit whereas I was desperately waiting to go out. Who the hell says water is life??

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Just being myself



Well this is very first blog of mine and I couldn’t really find anything interesting so decided to go for boring ones, and started typing about myself at an incredible speed. If Valmiki had a chosen to type RAMAYANA with my speed there are fair chances that he would have been through with it by now.

Strike the iron when it is hot”, and I completely disagree. As per my philosophy “Strike the iron whenever you feel like, and if you are lucky, it might be hot at that time.”

I always believe in doing things in my way, at my time and at my pace as well though I pay quite an over tagged price for it. Be it my school life where I always used to manage some colorful explosion in Chemistry lab or my professional life where I managed to sleep in a one-to-one meeting; results have always been amazingly entertaining for the audience.

Owing to my reluctance to any kind of physical exertion, my friends keep giving me hints about extra weight I have been putting. But because of a ‘slightly’ overweight body I have (refer to it as ‘pleasantly plump’), most of my under-nourished friends prefer not to give undue stress on this point. Its not that I hate exercises, but I have strong belief in nature and god. We as humans are not designed to perform any arduous tasks. If we were supposed to swim, god would have given us ‘gills’ and ‘fins’ as fishes have, if we would have been designed to run we would have had a sleek built and low weight as a cheetah has. The similar analogy can be applied in every aspect except for brain. So going by ‘logical’ reasoning, we are primarily designed to think, and actions are optional. At this point of time, I’ll like to mention that I hate choices. I always manage to pick the worst option (or second worst in best possible case).So until and unless it’s a question of do-or-die, I prefer not to do it.

About my surroundings, family and friends have been the brightest side of my life. I have a family which ignored almost every silly act of mine (I guess they have given up trying correcting me, and are quite used to all that now) and I have friends who planned those acts. For this reason, I have always been advised by parents to change the kind of ‘AWARA’ friends I have, and I disobliged (with due regards). And even when I look back now, I have no regrets,
I couldn’t have done without them.

People say that with this kind of attitude I won’t be able to make it big in life. But WHO CARES?, it’s my life and I don’t want to make it large; I just want it to be right size, big enough for my loved ones to fit in, small enough to reach them whenever they need me…

Signing off,

Lazy Devil.