Category Archives: Thoughts

Today’s visit to Rajkot was marred in a way… I had to sit next to an extremely obese guy and while I have nothing against obesity but why don’t they try and work something out? Don’t brand me as the ‘Ku Klux Klan’ yet… I am not being judgmental… though we always are… “Have you ever noticed how you brand anybody going slower than you as an idiot, and anyone going faster than you as a maniac?”

Just like I always want the window seat, I always want to have enough part of the armrest. This New Image guy’s forearms were so bulky forget the armrest I was fighting to defend my chair seat… he had even taken that up… over a period of time I gave up… receded to the space that I had and stayed there with a fierce look that said “If you come any closer, I will personally kill you…” (though I must not be good at that since he did that all the time…)

And all those out there who want to deliver a positive message… Quit that… else someday this will happen…

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Waiting for an elevator (and so many of these episodes occur from the elevator lobbies, don’t they? Nothing GOOD every happens to me waiting for an elevator.) … I’ve pressed the button to go “UP“. It is lit.

Shuffling flinchy ratty type comes up, gets REAL close to the call button, and presses “DOWN,” and then “UP” repeatedly. Punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch. Beat. Punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch. Beat. Punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch. Until the damn car arrives.

Okay, so someone’s impatient…

We both get on the car, to go UP but it goes down first (since the as* pressed the down button too…) me to Floor 7, Ratty to Floor 5. I press “7″ once. It lights up. Ratty, of course, gets WAY into the space of the button panel, and vigorously and repeated hits “5″ with alternate hands… reminds me of the Jackie Chan movie I saw yesterday… Punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch. Beat. Punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch. Beat. Punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch-punch. Beat. Until we get to the fifth floor. Somehow I think he feels that if he does not repeatedly remind the elevator to stop at 5th Floor, it won’t… I wonder what did his parents do to him… Or maybe he believes the elevators were somehow powered by his vigorous button-pushery, like those wind-up Y2K transistor radios.

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I wonder if the Gujarat Education Board missed out intentionally on putting this one is our course content…

Equation 1
Human = eat + sleep + work + enjoy
Donkey = eat + sleep
Therefore,
Human = Donkey + work + enjoy
Therefore,
Human - enjoy = Donkey + work
In other words,
Human that don’t know enjoy = Donkey that work

Equation 2
Men = eat + sleep + earn money
Donkeys = eat + sleep
Therefore,
Men = Donkeys + earn money
Therefore,
Men - earn money = Donkeys
In other words,
Men that don’t earn money = Donkeys

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