Things To Do: When Bored At Work

A lot of people that I’m working under at the moment, have a really decent sense of humour. You’d think the law doesn’t call for a joke, but ask a lot of these advocates, they’ll tell you it is one When I first walked into the office and asked them for the wi-fi password, a bunch of them began sniggering like baboons and I thought to myself, if I’d asked them something wrong. The senior then came to me and said, don’t worry, it’s just that the password is ‘pagal baba’. Like SERIOUSLY? They probably refer to the boss as a mad guy around here, but look at my last post, he’s pretty cool to hang out with.

Anyway, today again, most of the advocates have gone off to court, and I’m sitting here on my super shaped butt and not really in the mood to read anything more on the CPC. I’ll just talk to K about it, and gain some knowledge. The junior associate just walked in and asked me what I was doing, and preened at my Swarovski for a bit. I said reading the CPC, and he nodded his head and went away. But I’m going to now begin on the top crazy things to do when bored at work.

• Say to your boss “I like your style,” and shoot him with double-barrelled fingers.
• Knit a hedghog.
• Run one lap around the office at top speed.
• Leave your zipper open for one hour. If anyone points it out, say ‘Sorry, I really prefer it that way.’
• At the end of a meeting, suggest that, for once, it would be nice to conclude with the singing of the National Anthem (extra points if you actually launch into it yourself).
• At lunchtime, get down on your knees and announce, “As God is my witness, I’ll never go hungry again.”
• In a colleague’s diary write: “10.00a.m. See how I look in tights.”
• Carry your keyboard over to your colleague and ask “You wanna swap?”

Do you have more whacks such as this in mind? Comment and post! The world’s waiting

x EdgyShark x

Bleeding Blue!

There’s so much positivity in India today!!

Apparently, there are a billion people in this country who would, if not for passing a law or attaining some kind of justice, happily bleed all their blood away to watch the cricket team bring home the World Cup.

What is it about this crazy sport that binds every Indian to the core and helps them meet eye to eye? Cricket surpasses everything in this country, even the things that otherwise boil the blood of every man living here and make him go violent; religion, competition, politics, survival – you name it and cricket any day weighs heavier on the scale.

It’s crazy, the spirit catches on. I’m happy to know that at least there are some things in life that remain common among a person’s roots. And despite people forgetting these values as they grow up, there are some more aesthetic things like cricket that join them back together and transform every Indian into each other’s kin as he was meant to be.

We’re actually bleeding blue for the royal spirit of humanity.

Even if for half a day, it’s amazing how people forget hatred; they forget all kinds of barriers conflicting their hearts that tear them away from each other; they forget about the differences of opinion and just let things be. People bring back their lost smiles.

And that’s what makes me happy.

x EdgyShark x

An Empty Front Seat

Boredom, boredom, boredom.

I’m so sick of staying within these four walls, I feel trapped. It’s true, I just got back from a mini vacation a week ago, but I don’t think it’s just that. I think it’s the lack of being able to voice what I want to, travel and go to where I want to. I also hate the fact that I still don’t know how to drive and am currently without chauffeur to escort me to meaningless destinations within the next 15 kms.

The worst part about this sickening situation is that I can’t even fucking get over how bugged I am. The same annoying television, the same room. You can only grow and develop when you meet new people, interact with others, and basically stay out of the house.

I’m not even so much as ashamed about not even once being able to pass this darn programming paper, which by the way another set I need to write tomorrow, because really, all that shouting and screaming by the same old forty year olds has gone over my head and I don’t seem to give  a tiny rat’s ass about it.

I need my comfort zone. I need my Z factor. And FAST.

x EdgyShark x

Wanderlust

From the origin of the soil to

Far off yesteryears, her

Travels have been confined to

Places in her mind; The

Destination where she seeks

Solace and yearns to apparate to.

Magical mist and surroundings

So pure, await their

Arrival, yet they remain

Bound and asphyxiated within

The jungles of concrete masses,

Wanderlusting

Forever and again, their souls

Brimming with dormant zeal

Tracing their every move as an

Aura of stress envelopes their

Rusty halos and unnecessary

Compulsion causes Pain.

Unknown, they lie everyday,

And somewhere in the process,

If their minds do not soothe and

Heal, soon a fragment of their

Fragile hearts will

Die and then perhaps,

Wander across the Universe.

x EdgyShark x

Tonight We Have The Stars

 

Rows of white

Lilies bled in the

Moonlight; Portraying

A beautiful cacophony of

Silence.

In the darkness they dwell,

Uniting hearts and

Stirring the thoughts of those

Who sleep, sound on their

Pristine pillows.

They catch glimpses and

Run amok the pure rows,

Run wild creating

Friction so dynamic that

The universe binds itself into

One and across the realms of

Each others existence.

The numerous spirits

Applaud their courage

As they sweep back into the shadows while

Dawn approaches again.

x EdgyShark x

Sisterhood of Travelling Blasts

I have the worst headache in the history of headaches, or so I think. Except, well, now I feel like it’s some kind of a hangover, but I didn’t even drink anything last night. At least I should have, and then it could have been justified.

But I think I know what I have.

It’s called. “I miss my sisters and all the fun we had” syndrome.

L-R: Vanessa, Blair, Jenny, Serena

I’m hungover from all the amazing times we shared last week.

Here’s to all the past-present-future Gossip Girl blasts, to Kamil and Bush’s shaky future (:P), to the dancing and the wild music (On & On & On & On!), the fun, the late nights and staying awake talking, the punching and hitting each other, the tears, the random crazy sentences, the “Im gonna miss you’s!”, the boots, the beers, the “DO NOT LET ME TOUCH THE HOOKAH” and there you go with a puff(!), the fainting and the feeling dizzy ( I think it was all the attention we were receiving from the other species ), the bitching and the all the glamour.

I love you girls so much and I don’t care how much we might kill each other, but we’ve got to spend some time living together !

x EdgyShark x

The Forgotten Homeland

I had a fairly tough time explaining to my chauffeur earlier this evening, as to why, we as humble citizens of this nation should not succumb to fear and ridiculing, that politicians around us make us feel. The roads were empty as he drove irritated in order to make me reach yet another of my casual frolic filled appointment with a friend.

I put my earphones back in as I heard him use the hindi equivalents for ‘snob’, ‘always do what you feel like’, and ‘never understand my point of view’.

The Ayodhya verdict was finally out and it’s been decided, quite obviously, to divide the land equally so that everyone gets a fair share and our country witnesses its first civilized exchange of greetings, on a national scale, on the basis of religion at least.

Terrorism and violence or nothing at all, most people stayed ‘safely’ locked in their own homes, trying to breach out comforts from their television sets, because that’s what apparently “everyone else is doing too, so I should follow suit.”

Let’s first look at the objective of spreading terror or simply getting into a not-called-for public brawl: The idea is to instill a sense of unnecessary fear in the minds of the irrelevant, because they are the target group that consists of the unaware and the ones who simply wouldn’t bother much. People like you and me; Of course we feel for our country, but tomorrow if some monument got demolished, it wouldn’t make much of a difference. Because we have been taught to embrace things with grace, and that comes with time and patience – where time may not heal things, but simply make us forget about certain facts, which otherwise remain recorded in the books of the legislature at large.

Do you think it’s wrong if I called you a hypocrite when one hand you blame these political parties, and on the other quite obediently listen to them when they impose strikes and riots without taking your consent?

It’s time to handle things more maturely. It’s high time to practice exactly what we preach, or have been preaching. Gandhi, the father of our proud nation, once taught us the meaning of a simple word: non-violence. That was one thing that the foreigner colonies were not able to take away from us; that was one specialized resource that no East India Company was able to siphon off from us.

So where is that simple emotion lost today? Is Gandhi’s birthday only to be celebrated as another day off on school calendars, another day off to sleep in on a working day or another bottle of alcohol to cherish on the first night of October because the next day can be spent working off the hangover since it’s a public holiday?

And you call yourself a citizen of this nation? On what grounds?

Take the day off, sure. But let some positivity and enthusiasm to do something better thrive within your conscience. Learn to say no to what you feel is wrong, with an open heart, because differences only creep in due to negative emotions.

These great men have become a part of history for a greater cause. They tried to feign evil and wrong doing in the most sophisticated manner possible, known. Yet, that’s not all. They’ve left behind a legacy for the rest of us to follow, something that’s rotting away with time and getting lost in this world that we’re living in.

Something that is getting mauled by the over-adoption of western cultures; something that is already ours, which we might possibly only learn to value after it will be lost within this ever expanding universe of conformity.

So open your minds quicker, time’s ticking away.

x EdgyShark x

Fever

A lil bit of the Peggy Lee song definitely.

Anger towards the fact that those who deserve justice and a better means of living (close to me) are not getting so.  Fever, oh fever. Coupled with a headache and nothing seems to be helping.

I’m telling you love, everything will eventually be alright.

x EdgyShark x

Classic Pillow Fight

I’m going away tomorrow! Not to worry though, I will continue to write about my drunken, and non drunken, escapades in Mumbai. As for now, today’s pillow fight completely helped to rip m head off my fragile neck.

Thanks for the broken finger, Vrinda

x EdgyShark x

The Worst Bad Dream

I feel so sick, and I don’t know what to do to let the feeling pass.

The worst part is, every time I close my eyes and try to relax and sleep, a weird array of images of the worst kind of possible realities storm their way through the realms of my mind. I don’t even wish to re-iterate those dreams, they were so bad.

But I hope and kind of know that this will pass. It has to.

x EdgyShark x