Saturday, October 31, 2009

What's in a Name

I suppose Shakespeare was the one who said "What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell just as sweet."

Now while I do not harbour any uncertainty whatsoever about the literary genius of this bloke, I have serious doubts about his interpersonal skills!! If he were to refer to the rose as, say, a shoe-flower, the rose would object, if it could, to having that, which the referrer would wear while stepping through dung, in its name...

Similarly, if I had a girlfriend (big IF, yes, but go along with me here :P), and in the process of making love to her, if I happen to shout out another feminine name, rest assured, she would have quite a bit of shouting to do too!

My name, for example, is an infrequently encountered one and often the butt of horrid humour (ABCD on the lines of Sue-kar mere mann ko)... And yet I do not like mutated monikers like Ebay, Aby, Abey, Jhon or Thamas! Shortened forms like 'Eb' are fine, I have a friend who calls me that too :)

Right, discourse over! I'm having the time of my life, with a set of friends I have never even seen or met in real life, courtesy InfyBlogs! The last two weeks have been tummy-ripping hilarious, over mails, communicator and blog posts! I'm sure when we eventually meet, the maximum they will laugh because of me will be because I will be standing, blissfully unaware that my fly is open :$

I just remembered that I started this post because I wasn't sleepy :D And now sleep is starting to flit in so much that I'm hoping to fall asleep as I write! I only hope I don't drool over the keyboard, else my hard-earned laptop will give up it's ghost, like my old mobile (which, to my utter dismay, wasn't designed to handle my weight :P)

Speaking in officially cold terms, I have been released from my project, but still am blocked for the same account... Of course, I still hear the Gandhian speech about being productive and not "having fun in the project at the expense of others"... And that comes from a person who has two faces, as different as night and later-that-night... It's just funny, painfully funny... Or maybe just painful :D

This guy now officially tops my list of "People to kill before I'm 40", closely followed by Kareena Kapoor!! And owing to incidents mentioned previously on this blog, a certain person has climbed to the third spot and is sniffing Kareena's neck currently :P Sometimes I wonder how many to-be-butchered lists, I have a prestigious place in!! Well, doesn't matter, as long as they get my name right!!

What's in NaME?? ME for starters!!


Feeling : Insomniac!

Listening : Saawan mein lag gayi aag - Mika

Monday, October 19, 2009

Reality Sucks... Bigtime

At some points over the years, rather at many points over the years, we all have definitely had dreams about how our life was going to turn out... Almost 27 now, this is definitely not where I pictured myself!

Academics/Career:
While my fantasies decidedly did not involve a mansion in Bora-Bora, or a buxom blonde who'd regard me as the greatest thing since sliced bread (umm.. maybe the latter :D), it did revolve around a vocation which I'd love to pursue. Unfortunately I haven't been able to find out what that is, in the last 26 years.

Currently I'm stuck in a job that I do not mind one bit, though it does involve reporting to one particularly nasty specimen of the human race. An outstanding example of spineless sycophancy liberally garnished with slimy hypocrisy!

Strike One!

Non-platonic relationships:
Biggest catastrophe EVER. Single since 1982, destined to remain so!

My problem is that I'm not a peoples person. Period. So if someone calls me on the phone and starts wailing after the customary 'Hello', the kindest thing I can do for her is probably slam the phone, and the cruelest, that would be trying to help her out with advice.

And the worst part is the crappy Malayalam soap emotional drama monologues "You are not the same, Eby", "All guys are the same" punctuated with sobs of a size that would solve the water problems of Somalia. Let it be known that the only things I like fat are my bean bags, my grilled chicken and my utopian paycheque.

I want to be with the woman I love, not just on some crappy Valentine's day, but everyday... And I want her to love me back... And then I want just one moment of relief from the gut-wrenching pain of knowing that that's never going to happen... Joey, yeah, but still bullseye...

Strike Two!

The next pitch:
Homerun or will I hear "Strike Three! You're out!"?


Curiosity killed the centaur :P

Dan Brown's "The Lost Symbol" sucks major :(

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