Sunday, May 31, 2009

Random Observations

How many B – school grads does it take to fix a projector?
Twenty to strategize, advise and attempt; one IT support person to actually fix it.

One day, twenty of us had assembled in the conference room for a presentation. For a long time, we were unable to commence the presentation because the projector didn’t seem to be working. The twenty of us devised different strategies and “envisaged implementing a varied set of solutions” to fix the projector. At that precise moment, a lady from the IT Support Team walked in and removed the protective heat absorbing glass from the focusing lens.

Friends Vs Colleagues

When friends get together, lay offs, the impact of recession and the ‘worst is over’ phenomenon put together take the first place, with an extended gossip on the current relationship status of various people we know taking second place. If we have a little bit of time left amidst discussions on who attended the alumni meet and who is looking at quitting, we talk about what is happening in our lives too.

When colleagues get together, not the dominant but the only thing we do is crib. And, the fact that we are not the only ‘miserable ones’, as we think of ourselves to be, makes the meeting so much more sweeter.
It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But the half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.

The quote is not mine, and I am NOT going to go romping all over the internet trying to figure out the ‘Source:’ to be included in Arial, Italics, Font Size 8 at the end of this post. The content is not going to change either ways. If I am going to actually
tell the emperor that he is naked, I would be branded a dim – wit and banished from the kingdom forever, as I am not an Emperor. Period.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

To whomsoever it may concern

(can safely be discarded as absurdly arbit)

Dear XYZ,

Please understand that the human race is, by and large, heterogeneous (unsure about other races). That’s why we are as we are – dissatisfied almost all the time.

I do not like the way someone has done something, ‘cos I have thought it out differently in my head. I forever want to complain, crib and cry about A’s inefficiency, B’s arrogance, C’s aggression and D’s imperfection, conveniently forgetting my own shortcomings.

However, I check myself just in time. I remind myself that as long as things fall in place in terms of “the larger picture”, it is alright. That’s how I have convinced myself all these years. And, that’s how I intend to convince myself for the rest of my life.

You, my dear XYZ, have a different perspective on life. You think that the whole world or at least, your world is a doll house which can be operated with a remote control specially designed by and for you. Truth is always bitter but,
fortunately for me and unfortunately for you, I don’t think even God has such a remote control.

Or, maybe, I am wrong. You perhaps have elevated me to a higher pedestal. But contrary to your belief,
fortunately for you and unfortunately for me, I am NOT telepathic. Rather, I am just plainly pathetic when it comes to observing people and second guessing what they might or might not be thinking.

Whatever may be the reason, when you do not like something that someone has done, you complain, crib, cry and generally throw a tantrum around the place. Since I am on the other side, I listen patiently to you and force myself to think your way. But,
unfortunately for you and unfortunately for me, your friend who is on your side thinks altogether differently. And, on it goes till we realize how many unproductive hours, days, weeks and months have been wasted on trying to decide whether we should use a yellow cab or a blue cab to go from place 1 to place 2.

So, I suggest that the next time you want to find fault, which is the only thing you have ever done in your life anyway, you may please go ahead and do it. Of course you do not need my permission for doing what you are best at doing. I just thought I would let you know that I have figured out your game. I, by no means, will try stopping it, for, unlike you, I accept that the human race is heterogeneous.

Warm Regards