Ref: The ad campaign of an MNC bank titled 'Your point of view'. Pilloo is the name of the green colored multipede (I don't know what else to call it). It is like a small caterpillar. Back home, we used to call it soondi.
There is this famous and decently expensive restaurant in South Mumbai called Fountains. It is famous for its sizzlers and the last time before today that I went to this place, which was a year ago, it served some amazing delicacies. Today, alas was different. And disgusting.
We had asked for veg soup but it came with a non veg topping. A pilloo.
I got ready to raise a hue and cry, but realized the futility of it. Anyway, I called the manager and complained to him. I also left the place and cancelled my order, realizing the best way to punish is to rob it of its business. I didn't go so far as to announce to everyone present in the restaurant, but I am sure at least the man sitting behind me noticed.
What is the point of drinking a soup that costs me 200 Rs but which is not assuredly hygienic?
My advice to you: Next time you order a soup, or anything else, watch out. And it doesn't matter how posh the place feels. A pilloo might still be floating in your soup.
In other things, I am desperately trying to finish Catch-22. Its a nice book with a humorous style which is unique indeed. But it is not gripping. I might as well stop reading it and I will not feel curious about what happens afterward. That was not the case with 'Barbarians at the Gate'. This one is an amazing read. The narrative is gripping, the fact that it is a close depiction of true incidents makes it all the more interesting and the coverage is comprehensive. When the authors introduce a new character, they make sure they provide enough information about him or her to help you form a character sketch. Every character is described in detail but it doesn't get boring. My recommendation for your bookshelf in case you are even slightly interested in the financial markets.
Another of my friends, a batch mate from IIT Kanpur has left his job and started out on his own. I salute the spirit. The desire has been wriggling inside my head for quite some time now and I guess lack of courage is one of the things that is stopping me. Apart from lack of a credible idea, of course!
Some day perhaps.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Because emotions are chemical reactions
Aren't they?
Think about it, but without emotions please.
This morning, while I was on my way to office, the thing which struck me, apart from the sudden jerks and even more sudden bumps was this.
Every emotion is a goddamn chemical reaction.
When we love someone, it is because some complex chemical molecules enter into a complicated reaction. Now I understand why relationships are said to be complex. But so is every other kind of feeling. Hatred. Envy. Deja vu.
When a person has a psychic experience, it is more likely that, just like the equations in Class XII chemistry exams, some chemical reactions got mixed up. There you see. Bam goes one molecule. Fe instead of Be. I am in ninth heaven instead of my office. Mg instead of Ca. My colleague is kissing the valet instead of giving him the car keys.
I certainly hope my molecules stay in shape.
Also, I will see comments about couples' chemistry in a very different light now. No, I haven't changed the tubelight in my house.
Much has changed since I last wrote. Wrote and posted, to be precise.
The more news I read, the more I am convinced that the taxes I pay every month are financing Mayawati's colossal bungalows, huge Ambedkar parks, expensive laptops for Mumbai Mayor, holiday junkets to Europe for MPs etc.
Ladies and gentlemen, I do not want my money to be spent on an MP's Europe trip. If I could, I would stop paying my taxes. But then, I do not want my money to be spent on bribing my way out of a tax muddle. Catch-22.
Since I do not drive a car, I do not want to finance another person's petrol. Or diesel or fertilisers. Why should I?
Support is one thing, subsidy is another.
Meanwhile, a lot of people certainly must be wishing they were in Chandigarh IPL team given its sponsor's (and you know which one I am talking about) frequent hugging gifts to the team. Ouch, did I choose a wrong career?
Sometimes, just the thought of liking something makes you feel guilty. Of stealing, cheating, hurting and more. Some emotions are so fragile, even the conscious awareness of their existence makes them evaporate into thin air. And it leaves you with the carbon black residue of mixed feelings.
Note: some molecules in my head were trying to act funny.
I stumbled upon the blogs of a few old friends including Talisma. Learnt of developments which surprised me. The only way I can react is to express my best wishes. :-)
Adios. With hopes of at least 2-3 posts a week.
Dedicated to you-know-who:
Think about it, but without emotions please.
This morning, while I was on my way to office, the thing which struck me, apart from the sudden jerks and even more sudden bumps was this.
Every emotion is a goddamn chemical reaction.
When we love someone, it is because some complex chemical molecules enter into a complicated reaction. Now I understand why relationships are said to be complex. But so is every other kind of feeling. Hatred. Envy. Deja vu.
When a person has a psychic experience, it is more likely that, just like the equations in Class XII chemistry exams, some chemical reactions got mixed up. There you see. Bam goes one molecule. Fe instead of Be. I am in ninth heaven instead of my office. Mg instead of Ca. My colleague is kissing the valet instead of giving him the car keys.
I certainly hope my molecules stay in shape.
Also, I will see comments about couples' chemistry in a very different light now. No, I haven't changed the tubelight in my house.
Much has changed since I last wrote. Wrote and posted, to be precise.
The more news I read, the more I am convinced that the taxes I pay every month are financing Mayawati's colossal bungalows, huge Ambedkar parks, expensive laptops for Mumbai Mayor, holiday junkets to Europe for MPs etc.
Ladies and gentlemen, I do not want my money to be spent on an MP's Europe trip. If I could, I would stop paying my taxes. But then, I do not want my money to be spent on bribing my way out of a tax muddle. Catch-22.
Since I do not drive a car, I do not want to finance another person's petrol. Or diesel or fertilisers. Why should I?
Support is one thing, subsidy is another.
Meanwhile, a lot of people certainly must be wishing they were in Chandigarh IPL team given its sponsor's (and you know which one I am talking about) frequent hugging gifts to the team. Ouch, did I choose a wrong career?
Sometimes, just the thought of liking something makes you feel guilty. Of stealing, cheating, hurting and more. Some emotions are so fragile, even the conscious awareness of their existence makes them evaporate into thin air. And it leaves you with the carbon black residue of mixed feelings.
Note: some molecules in my head were trying to act funny.
I stumbled upon the blogs of a few old friends including Talisma. Learnt of developments which surprised me. The only way I can react is to express my best wishes. :-)
Adios. With hopes of at least 2-3 posts a week.
Dedicated to you-know-who:
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