Ramblings from office

Following is the one of the many write-ups i cook up during my work hours(pls don't misunderstand my situation..i USUALLY am busy)

This is about the storm that comes every.. umm..frankly no one really knows when it comes.But when it comes, we just know it is better to stay out of its way.

As with all storms and catastrophic events, this one also has a female name. And it comes out of nowhere, giving you no time to prepare in advance.

Irrespective of work related urgency and tension, our anxiety is always about our machines. Such is the fury of this female tempest, which descends upon us, in the name of cleaning.

Even the most complicated tasks are left as it is and people leave for cover, hoping their machines will survive the onslaught.From a safe distance you wait and pray that you will find your desk and machine in working condition after the storm has cleared.Amidst all the usual horrible sounds of the treatment that your dear (sob) machine receives, you can occasionally hear ripping and scraping sounds , which makes you bite your nails and pull your hair.

Once the storm moves to neighbouring cubicles, we all run back to our machines and check if they are alive.
The job of tilting those abused monitors, and pushing back the mauled CPUs is all that you can do,while additionally inspecting for damages to the poor keyboard which gets spanked loudly.

To add, this tempest doesn't leave any one alone, irrespective of rank and experience. All are equal in its presence, as it crosses the development centres and rises up a cloud of grunts and sighs...

Once the storm passes, we sit down to discuss the extent of damage inflicted and how they managed to save some of their components, like old drooped out veterans talking about their exploits.

Surely this is not even complete, and has lots of grammatical and (something) (something) mistakes.But this is the blog of ramblings of this mad guy..and you chose to read it.. i warned u!!!      didn't i? sigh....

It is a blog,so i blog; blog blog...

It is a lovely sunday over here in Mysore.
The sky is looking good, the climate is cool and it drizzles every now and then. Ideal day it is for a idyllic vacation.
But anyway, I am not on a vacation or due for one, so I decided to clean up the house, which I did.
Also, after yesterday's movie marathon(Zombieland,Paranormal Activity and Prince of Persia :Sands of time) and the tiresome(due to lappy) gameplay of Avatar, I decided not to stick with these things for today. And, so I watched 'How to train a dragon', while gulping down 2 bowls of Maggi's new 'Thrilling Curry' flavour, which in fact brought tears to my eyes.

Now I am a bit sleepy and all, due to the late night movies and early morning cleaning activities, and thought that before I take a decision, I should simply update this blog. Now, the blog thing has been going on for over 4 years now. Not that I have written great literary pieces, or superb witty articles that bring in large crowds, but I have a large level of commitment to the small things in life. But there are many such small things of increasing sizes w.r.t significance that some of the other smaller things get buried. Now you must have got the hang of my mood.. i am damn sleepy. But I update blog. I go sleep or I late for another Monday. I enjoy weekend, you too..

Photo credits to James Warwick, taken without permission using Google Image Search(sorry about that, not that you would mind much..but still..)

Saturday Office

Yuggh!

Today is a Saturday and I am in office.
Thanks to BJP's Bharat Bandh, Monday was a holiday and to compensate we have to work today.

Though the Bharat Bandh had saved me a leave while I had gone to my native place, working on Saturday has become more cumbersome than I had expected.

Though I had known that I had to wake up as usual and come to office in the morning, I had not set the alarm, and woke up at 8.35am. FYI the last buses for office are at 9.10am.
Then somehow I got ready and reached the bus stop at 9, to find other IT employees waiting for the bus. I came to know that not even a single bus had passed by for half an hour.
It seemed that even the KSRTC had forgotten that these few souls had to report to office in time on a Saturday as well.

Anyway, a nice friend came by and gave me a ride to office. Thanks to her I was saved from the infinite wait for the royal transport of Tipu.

Entering into the office, a wave a sleep hit me hard and I was almost crawling to my seat. Colleagues even started inquiring about my health, upon which I cursed the BJP.
After dumping myself on my seat, I found out that the task I was supposed to do today, has not been approved yet. So, no work, fully sleepy, and with half the office empty, this promises to be a excruciatingly slow and painful Saturday.

Adios