tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7162325.post-21067044843957690822008-02-17T23:47:00.003+05:302008-02-18T00:11:27.174+05:30<ul><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have ended some 'relations' , if I may use the word in a non scandolous way . I know it's cruel , callous and insensitive in a way , but I need to end what's not working out , atleast for me. It was draining me out and leading down an alley which had an end more dead than Abraham Lincoln is . I know I am being bad by cutting off from it . Makes me a not-so-nice guy . But if you want to save the baby from hepatitis , you need to stick a needle in his bottoms . What other analogy do you expect from a doctor's son. And for the record , I think romantic love is an illusion created by exaggerated hormone play which serves the movie industry and misleads the impressionable youth .<br /></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Have become incredibly assertive at work . Am shooting off mails which rattle up people the way a rattlesnake in your soup would rattle you . Got into a sharp debate with a brand manager last week .Took apart an office boy who was taking his time checking if my courier had come in. Diving to a deeper level , I am tired of people walking all over me , and I am letting them know I don't like it . And bad news for them , I am liking letting them know .<br /></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am transforming into a workaholic . The types who have their cars in the office parking lot when all the other ones have left . Have taken a total of four days off since June 2007 . Monday is no more a scary day . I send out office mails almost every Sunday . Two weeks ago , sent a mail to boss at 1.50 am . He stamped into my cabin next morning and insisted that I get a girlfriend. Not that I want to be on the cover of Time . But I like working .<br /></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I regret not helping a kid who wanted help with her school farewell speech . I said I will help out , then totally lost track of that . If they had a record for the number of promises broken , my picture would be in the Guiness Book . Front cover . Full color.<br /></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I zipped past a biker so close yesterday , I think his shirt still got car paint on it. He was high on DVDs of Dhoom series . Was doing that wavy zig zag thing ahead of my car and not letting me pass . I quit honking , switched the gear and zipped right past him , leaving around half an inch between my car and him . And I did it with a smirk . Music does it . Rock on the car radio . And I am a Salman Khan on the road . You better not sleep on the pavement outside your home .<br /></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have stopped using my iPod . I like the radio more . More unpredictable . More talkative. And cheaper than an iPod .<br /></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love my family more than anything and will stab for them . A female at my office called me a mama's boy when she heard me saying "Will leave office in 10 minutes , ma" on phone . I said "Yeah , I am a mama's boy . I love my mom . And I totally understand it if people from your side of the world eat their mothers , but we dont .We love them all our lives." I actually said that . If you ever needed to understand what a stunned woman looks like , you should have been there .<br /></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Why does everybody in the conference room laugh when the big boss cracks an intended joke ? I did not find it funny . A funeral is more funny than his joke was . But the guy on my left slapped the table twice and roared . Another one could not stop giggling for a complete forty seconds . I mean , was it in the terms and agreement when they joined ?<br /></span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Some time ago , a friend of mine , who seems to be a male from what I know of him , commented that I am a lovable person . I still have not decided if that is to be classified as a compliment or a gayish attempt at molestation . </span></div></li><li><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nineteen months of corporate world . And I am almost into the habit of thinking in bullets . I think you have an idea of that.</span></div></li></ul><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7162325-2106704484395769082?l=mydayzwithmyself.blogspot.com'/></div>Abhihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08457991657687854637noreply@blogger.com95