As we were growing up we were constantly taught about how looking good doesn't matter if you don't feel good inside. It doesn't matter which situation it is feeling good inside will make it happen for you.
It could be a job interview, the first day at a new job, the marriage day, the next big presentation, meeting with a big client, etc. You got to be feeling good inside to be doing good as well. Of course dressing up to look good in such situations is important also but the feel good factor comes from feeling good inside. You got to have your mojo.
Now, I am not too much of a philosopher when it comes to such things (liar!!). My feel good inside thing ends at the vest and underwear. Yes, this is a post about UTP's law of undergarments. I mean when it means to feel good inside is all about wearing the best vest and underwear. The best thing about undergarments is that nobody knows what you are wearing or whether you are wearing them at all and it is really up,close and personal. For some people its a little bit more up and close than personal.
You could be wearing a colorful red underwear with blue polka dots inside but with a perfectly glowing suit with a crispy shirt and tie on top, nobody knows. Accept it or not, on some days you don't feel like wearing it at all. That's the true humans that we really are unfortunately cultured by the modern society.
So that's what I do as well. I got my special set of crispy new vest and underwear which is kept for un khaas dinon kay liay (those special days). Yes, we men have it too. It could be a football match for all you know. You have to do the same things you did the last time your favorite team won and that could mean wearing the same underwear as well you did on that day.
They stay and stay in the cupboard until the special day comes sometimes unwashed to keep the lucky charm it had from last time.
In that sense I do become a little superstitious as well cos everything just has to be right on the special day. Right from shaving that extra little hair on my beard line on the neck to wearing the right sock first and then the left one. I just got this subconscious rituals that sometimes even I don't realize. The vest, the underwear, the lucky shirt, the lucky tie... damn ... as I write here I am surprising myself as well with the list.
The important thing to note is that I am so dependent on this feel good factor that if something out of the above goes wrong, I am that teeny-weeny bit less confident. The feel good factor gives me that extra mental edge, that pumped up feeling which is vital when you are on a mission with the goal in sight.
To make this whole feel good factor thing be special and work, you got to be a little more low-key on the normal days. The larger the gap between the feel bad factor and feel good factor is, the better it works. So on the off days, I ll wear my second choice of shoes, my second choice of pants, the yellow shirts, the older socks with a hole on the toe with the lose elastic that keeps slipping down to the ankles, you know...
So when an important day comes, it has the desired effect. I am not crazy right? Are there more people like me out there?
The good thing is that my wife has responded perfectly to this and it used to be a nice leg-puller for her earlier but it has kinda sunk in now towards realization that I need this. That just makes it a doubly-feel-good factor for me with the wife on board as well with my stupid rituals.
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Soaps - Now I Get it
I never quite got to understand why were they called Soaps. I am not talking detergent and hand washing stuff here. I am talking the non-stopping, always lasting sagas of what we call a type of TV programs.
It was only recently that somebody told me that they were named Soaps from the Soap Opera concept where these shows seemed they would never end. Stage dramas seemed endless with all the singing or so called singing sounding like crying musicals in the medieval times.
I have managed to stay away from them, well away and had managed to keep my family (read wife) away from them as well until last year. We started getting an Indian channel on Nilesat and if its an Indian Channel its gotta play soap, right?
The desperate housewives that most UAE wives become naturally tend to get glued to anything on TV. In our case with the limited options available on TV, it had to happen sooner or later. Welcome into the house "Jyoti", "Bandini" and what not. OH yeah "Rakhee ka Soyemwar"... heheh... yes SOYEMwar was intentional :). We are already awaiting the beginning of "Rahul BHaiyya Dulhaniya Lay Jayengay..."
When DISH came into Karachi in our younger years, and star plus (now Star World) started, there were 2 shows which always left me confused. "Santa Barbara" & "Bold & The Beautiful". Considering its been about 17-18 years since then and we still get to see the never-ending story and the never-aging people, its pretty crazy. How can they call this entertainment? Does anybody even watch that show anymore?
I think whatever the reason may have been to call these programs Soaps. They are nothing but 30-minute broken into 5 minute drama, 10-minute recap & yet to come and 15 minute advertisements programs
We see so many soap advertisements but they always drive one message. Yes now, I am speaking about the hand-washing and dish-washing stuff. I remember many advertisements indicating how their brand of soap,
Translated to,
Now, I get it. I get those advertisements now and why these programs are called Soaps. Its all coming crystal clear for me now. Its definitely not because they are clean or keep things clean.
It was only recently that somebody told me that they were named Soaps from the Soap Opera concept where these shows seemed they would never end. Stage dramas seemed endless with all the singing or so called singing sounding like crying musicals in the medieval times.
I have managed to stay away from them, well away and had managed to keep my family (read wife) away from them as well until last year. We started getting an Indian channel on Nilesat and if its an Indian Channel its gotta play soap, right?
The desperate housewives that most UAE wives become naturally tend to get glued to anything on TV. In our case with the limited options available on TV, it had to happen sooner or later. Welcome into the house "Jyoti", "Bandini" and what not. OH yeah "Rakhee ka Soyemwar"... heheh... yes SOYEMwar was intentional :). We are already awaiting the beginning of "Rahul BHaiyya Dulhaniya Lay Jayengay..."
When DISH came into Karachi in our younger years, and star plus (now Star World) started, there were 2 shows which always left me confused. "Santa Barbara" & "Bold & The Beautiful". Considering its been about 17-18 years since then and we still get to see the never-ending story and the never-aging people, its pretty crazy. How can they call this entertainment? Does anybody even watch that show anymore?
I think whatever the reason may have been to call these programs Soaps. They are nothing but 30-minute broken into 5 minute drama, 10-minute recap & yet to come and 15 minute advertisements programs
We see so many soap advertisements but they always drive one message. Yes now, I am speaking about the hand-washing and dish-washing stuff. I remember many advertisements indicating how their brand of soap,
"...kabhi nahi ghulta... hamesha chalta hay..."
Translated to,
"Never dissolves... keeps going on forever..."
Now, I get it. I get those advertisements now and why these programs are called Soaps. Its all coming crystal clear for me now. Its definitely not because they are clean or keep things clean.
People, Magazines & "The Act" in the Loo
Ever wondered why people take something to read when they go to the loo. OK, going to the loo for a long time that is. Yes I am talking about number 2 here.
I was thinking why do I need to take something to read when I got to go shit. It has just passed on to us from generation to generation and we have taken it quite mindlessly.
If we think about history, what did people use to do when paper was not invented. No readable material. Lets think about this now. I think its all about being distracted from the task at hand. People dont want to think about the act that they are in the process of doing and hence want to think about something else. The easiest could be to take something to read.
Okay so in the earliest of days, people used to do it out in the woods. Out in the open. So there was always nature to look at, be distracted. Lots of people still enjoy doing it in the pre-historic way even today. Its like man connecting with the past, with his truest self.
So when they started writing on leaves and stuff and started thinking about doing it in caves as in somewhere private, I am wondering did they take their leaves with them?
Of course then newspapers were invented and people used to take news into the loo. This worked well until recently when newspapers and the news printed became mundane and the objective of being distracted from the act went away. Taking a newspaper in the loo became more of something to get distracted from the news rather than the other way around.
That's when magazines, novels and comics became in style. Colorful material, mindless comedy. It all works for distraction tactics from the act considered disgusting by most people. Its something people are embarrassed to talk about. I am not one of those people at all, as it might clearly show from this post.
In recent times, with everything changing to electronic, I know people take their mobile phones, ipods, electronic readers and what not with them as something to spend time on. RSS readers in such devices are a great tool used by people.
Ever thought why the English form (left) of the toilet is preferred from the Squat form (right). I'll let you in on the secret. How the hell do you maintain balance while reading a newspaper, magazine or an ipod, smartphone etc? This is not possible on the Squat Form of the toilet.
I have not really been a toilet reader until recently. I used to be somebody who used to enjoy that moment of solitude, think about stuff. I still believe that royal seat is a great place to think about world peace, save the environment, economy and all those big things that politicians debate about in big meetings and conferences with not much success. I think they should all sit in their toilets and think about it there. They would have much more ideas and we would have something more solid come out of meetings similar to the one we had in Copenhagen recently.
Anyway, its only recently that I started taking things I like to read with me. What I have realized was that I am spending much more time than I would do normally before. I mean it used to take about 10-15 minutes and I was done. This of course doesn't apply to the morning visits cos that's when I catch up on sleep sitting on the loo doing nothing. You can actually sleep on the seat and the your body relieving of the unwanted stuff on its own. Its like auto-pilot and works well for me.
But those 10-15 minutes originally have now turned to close to an hour and do you know why? Its because of the reading material I take. See, if you start an article, you got to finish it right? So even if you are done with the main act, you got to sit there a little longer to finish the article or at least reach a logical break. So it can become a cat and mouse chase between an article and what you are doing if you are suffering from lose motions.
You start shitting and when you are done, you are trying to finish a section of the article. Then while you are finishing the article, its starts coming again, so you start another article and so forth. The good thing is that you can't shit forever and its usually the article that wins in the end or other people in the family who have been waiting for you and banging on the door.
Whats your distracting past-time while in "The Act"?
I was thinking why do I need to take something to read when I got to go shit. It has just passed on to us from generation to generation and we have taken it quite mindlessly.
If we think about history, what did people use to do when paper was not invented. No readable material. Lets think about this now. I think its all about being distracted from the task at hand. People dont want to think about the act that they are in the process of doing and hence want to think about something else. The easiest could be to take something to read.
Okay so in the earliest of days, people used to do it out in the woods. Out in the open. So there was always nature to look at, be distracted. Lots of people still enjoy doing it in the pre-historic way even today. Its like man connecting with the past, with his truest self.
So when they started writing on leaves and stuff and started thinking about doing it in caves as in somewhere private, I am wondering did they take their leaves with them?
Of course then newspapers were invented and people used to take news into the loo. This worked well until recently when newspapers and the news printed became mundane and the objective of being distracted from the act went away. Taking a newspaper in the loo became more of something to get distracted from the news rather than the other way around.
That's when magazines, novels and comics became in style. Colorful material, mindless comedy. It all works for distraction tactics from the act considered disgusting by most people. Its something people are embarrassed to talk about. I am not one of those people at all, as it might clearly show from this post.
In recent times, with everything changing to electronic, I know people take their mobile phones, ipods, electronic readers and what not with them as something to spend time on. RSS readers in such devices are a great tool used by people.
Ever thought why the English form (left) of the toilet is preferred from the Squat form (right). I'll let you in on the secret. How the hell do you maintain balance while reading a newspaper, magazine or an ipod, smartphone etc? This is not possible on the Squat Form of the toilet.
I have not really been a toilet reader until recently. I used to be somebody who used to enjoy that moment of solitude, think about stuff. I still believe that royal seat is a great place to think about world peace, save the environment, economy and all those big things that politicians debate about in big meetings and conferences with not much success. I think they should all sit in their toilets and think about it there. They would have much more ideas and we would have something more solid come out of meetings similar to the one we had in Copenhagen recently.
Anyway, its only recently that I started taking things I like to read with me. What I have realized was that I am spending much more time than I would do normally before. I mean it used to take about 10-15 minutes and I was done. This of course doesn't apply to the morning visits cos that's when I catch up on sleep sitting on the loo doing nothing. You can actually sleep on the seat and the your body relieving of the unwanted stuff on its own. Its like auto-pilot and works well for me.
But those 10-15 minutes originally have now turned to close to an hour and do you know why? Its because of the reading material I take. See, if you start an article, you got to finish it right? So even if you are done with the main act, you got to sit there a little longer to finish the article or at least reach a logical break. So it can become a cat and mouse chase between an article and what you are doing if you are suffering from lose motions.
You start shitting and when you are done, you are trying to finish a section of the article. Then while you are finishing the article, its starts coming again, so you start another article and so forth. The good thing is that you can't shit forever and its usually the article that wins in the end or other people in the family who have been waiting for you and banging on the door.
Whats your distracting past-time while in "The Act"?
Bank Loans These Days
Lots of people amaze me. The concept of loans has just changed how we function. And in the words of Celine Dion, "Its all coming back to me now..." :P
There was a time when I used to get at least 2 phone calls a day from people for loans 20 times my salary!!! Crazy. Thank God I wasn't attracted towards it. Anyway, talk about the situation now. The graph is on the other extreme these days. I think the following illustrates it perfectly.
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There was a time when I used to get at least 2 phone calls a day from people for loans 20 times my salary!!! Crazy. Thank God I wasn't attracted towards it. Anyway, talk about the situation now. The graph is on the other extreme these days. I think the following illustrates it perfectly.
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FART & You Stand Alone
Recently, I was gifted a shirt which read...
What nice gift right? Lots of smiling faces around it and I said, what a nice shirt. My joy was short lived as it quickly turned to laughter as I turned the shirt around. It read...
I have had an affiliation with farts for a long time. I even have a ustad or guru or teacher in the art of fart as well. My guru has the ability to do a Fart-on-Demand. Yes, you can ask for it and get it on demand. WOW, right?
He tried to teach me how to do that as well but I was always the bad student. Never practiced enough. In any case, he showed me the pleasure of releasing air from the backyard and feeling relaxed. He showed me how to live with no boundaries. By trying to make a better sound with every next one. By striving for a stronger smell with every next one.
Isn't that what a teacher supposed to do? Make you believe that you can do better that what you did? Salute to my teacher for making me believe in myself. Stretching me more than I thought I could go.
Did you have a teacher like that?
"Smile and the world smiles with you..."
What nice gift right? Lots of smiling faces around it and I said, what a nice shirt. My joy was short lived as it quickly turned to laughter as I turned the shirt around. It read...
"FART and you Stand Alone..."
I have had an affiliation with farts for a long time. I even have a ustad or guru or teacher in the art of fart as well. My guru has the ability to do a Fart-on-Demand. Yes, you can ask for it and get it on demand. WOW, right?
He tried to teach me how to do that as well but I was always the bad student. Never practiced enough. In any case, he showed me the pleasure of releasing air from the backyard and feeling relaxed. He showed me how to live with no boundaries. By trying to make a better sound with every next one. By striving for a stronger smell with every next one.
Isn't that what a teacher supposed to do? Make you believe that you can do better that what you did? Salute to my teacher for making me believe in myself. Stretching me more than I thought I could go.
Did you have a teacher like that?
Six Truths in Your Life
SIX Truths of Life
1. You cannot touch all your top teeth with your tongue.
2. All idiots, after reading the first truth, will try it.
3. And discover that The first truth is a lie.
4. You're smiling now because you're an idiot.
5. You soon will share this with another idiot.
6. There's still a stupid smile on your face.
I apologize about this, I'm an idiot and I needed company .......!!!! I am allowed a mindless post once in a while, right?
1. You cannot touch all your top teeth with your tongue.
2. All idiots, after reading the first truth, will try it.
3. And discover that The first truth is a lie.
4. You're smiling now because you're an idiot.
5. You soon will share this with another idiot.
6. There's still a stupid smile on your face.
I apologize about this, I'm an idiot and I needed company .......!!!! I am allowed a mindless post once in a while, right?
Pohchee Vyo!
"Pohchee Vyo..." is the way to say "I have reached..." in the Memon language.
I have got a Memon mother and a Sindhi father so if somebody says I have a Memon element in me, he won't be wrong. I don't think I am a miser at heart even though I have had that feedback from my wife on multiple times. I like to call that more of a smart spender.
Just to add, I have nothing against Memons. How could I? I am one of them, partially. On the contrary I am a big fan of them as they are natural born entrepreneurs and spend money very wisely. The world needs to take more lessons from them especially in the current financial crisis and the causes behind it.
Anyway, this is a little story that I heard from someone I met only for the second time. The story is a short funny one and also amazes one on the thought process a miser's mind takes.
About 2o years ago, telecommunication was not as cheap as it is today and it used to something really expensive to make a call from abroad. Now this Memon guy was travelling to America and on reaching he wanted to inform his family back home that he has reached.
In those days, there was this concept of a PP call or a Particular Person call where you can tell the name of person and the operator would dial the number and ensure that you get that person on the other side. You would only get charged if you get the person on the other side otherwise there is no charge.
This person asks the operator, "Please dial this number and ask for Mr. Pohcheevyo..."
Operator - "Wha?"
Person - "Mr. Pohcheevyo..."
Operator - "How do you spell that?"
Person - "P-O-H-C-H-E-E... V-Y-O..."
Operator - "OK sir...Please hold..."
The operator dials the number and on the other side the wife of the person picks up. "Is Mr. Pohcheevyo home?"
Wife - "NO!! Sorry..." (smiling)
The operator lets the person know that Mr. Pohcheevyo is not home and the call ends, no charge. At home, however, the wife is already on her praying mat thanking Allah that her husband has reached safely or has "Pohcheevyo!!!"
Smart is the smartest word I can use for that person. Thats the kind of stuff we need today as well to save money and make it a brighter future for our children tomorrow.
Remember, every penny counts. Save now and there will be a time in the future where you can spend freely.
I have got a Memon mother and a Sindhi father so if somebody says I have a Memon element in me, he won't be wrong. I don't think I am a miser at heart even though I have had that feedback from my wife on multiple times. I like to call that more of a smart spender.
Just to add, I have nothing against Memons. How could I? I am one of them, partially. On the contrary I am a big fan of them as they are natural born entrepreneurs and spend money very wisely. The world needs to take more lessons from them especially in the current financial crisis and the causes behind it.
Anyway, this is a little story that I heard from someone I met only for the second time. The story is a short funny one and also amazes one on the thought process a miser's mind takes.
About 2o years ago, telecommunication was not as cheap as it is today and it used to something really expensive to make a call from abroad. Now this Memon guy was travelling to America and on reaching he wanted to inform his family back home that he has reached.
In those days, there was this concept of a PP call or a Particular Person call where you can tell the name of person and the operator would dial the number and ensure that you get that person on the other side. You would only get charged if you get the person on the other side otherwise there is no charge.
This person asks the operator, "Please dial this number and ask for Mr. Pohcheevyo..."
Operator - "Wha?"
Person - "Mr. Pohcheevyo..."
Operator - "How do you spell that?"
Person - "P-O-H-C-H-E-E... V-Y-O..."
Operator - "OK sir...Please hold..."
The operator dials the number and on the other side the wife of the person picks up. "Is Mr. Pohcheevyo home?"
Wife - "NO!! Sorry..." (smiling)
The operator lets the person know that Mr. Pohcheevyo is not home and the call ends, no charge. At home, however, the wife is already on her praying mat thanking Allah that her husband has reached safely or has "Pohcheevyo!!!"
Smart is the smartest word I can use for that person. Thats the kind of stuff we need today as well to save money and make it a brighter future for our children tomorrow.
Remember, every penny counts. Save now and there will be a time in the future where you can spend freely.
How my Coat got Lost...and Found!!!
Continuing from previous week...
Giving a giggle at my hard luck, I dialled the landline number, which went ringing and ringing and no one picks up. Probably an office number and it was pretty late in the night. Just counted the days I had on which I could make a call. I was going to be there 4 days out of which, one a national holiday and 2 weekend days. I couldn't believe how unlucky I was.
I kept trying the landline and hoping someone would pick up but no one did. I was sure this was a landline number and I had to do this on the only working day I had. I could try my luck on the mobile number though right? Just 10 calls at the max right?
One missing digit right? Ok but where did it miss. Was the missing digit the 1st one, the 2nd one...oh boy. Its not 10 calls. Its 10*10*10*10*10*10 and maybe one more 10. Probability has not been my favorite topic honestly. I just knew it was too many calls to make. (Note that disturbing people was not the concern, making calls was)
I think I ll just keep trying the landline number.
Its important to bring in how the woman's thought process works. First to mention, my wife.
My wife said, "What will you wear tomorrow at the wedding?" Ah, typical. I said, is that all you can think. Getting the coat back is more important than attending the marriage all shiny and dressed up. Just pull out any shalwar kameez and I'll be fine. Poor soul, got the rude tone from me at a wrong time.
Then came my mother. Don't call. He must be the head of some mafia gang. If he hasnt called, why are you calling? Mom, probably because he got away with a nice expensive coat and is happy with it. At the cost of what, a few cigarettes & split change? I am going to at least speak to him and find out.
Anyway, I eventually got in touch with someone on the number on the morning of the only working day. It was his son. Oh God, why couldn't it be him only? I was able to confirm the mobile number from him at least and I was thinking, my efforts are not in waste. I called the mobile number, no one picked up.
Kept trying and trying on the mobile number but to no avail. I was looking stupid to myself going crazy over a piece of cloth but it had dear value to me. The 2 Days passed too quickly and my mind still at how I will get my coat back.
It was then when I had given up. I was now travelling back from where I had come from. Still thinking of my beloved coat. I just gave it one more shot at the airport again. This time on my way back, waiting for my flight to board. I just thought, why not give it one more shot. One more try and there...the phone connected...
On the other side was the nicest person I could speak to. Of course that may be a biased opinion, considering I wanted my coat back. I spoke to him, explained to him what had happened (like he didn't know) and asked how we could exchange it back.
Took a time and place where it could be exchanged and asked my brother to get the exchange done. Sigh of relief, a brief one. I couldn't take a full one, until I got my coat back in my hand which I did a few days later and that is when, I was at ease. Me and my coat continue to live happily ever after. I am not going to give my coat away to the stewardess again.
Someone would say, what a loser? Made two blogposts out of it as well. It was a critical moment in my life. This loss could have been big mentally, I know. Am thinking of getting another suit made in order to share the love and hence share the risk of loss as well. I think that is a good idea, don't you?
Giving a giggle at my hard luck, I dialled the landline number, which went ringing and ringing and no one picks up. Probably an office number and it was pretty late in the night. Just counted the days I had on which I could make a call. I was going to be there 4 days out of which, one a national holiday and 2 weekend days. I couldn't believe how unlucky I was.
I kept trying the landline and hoping someone would pick up but no one did. I was sure this was a landline number and I had to do this on the only working day I had. I could try my luck on the mobile number though right? Just 10 calls at the max right?
One missing digit right? Ok but where did it miss. Was the missing digit the 1st one, the 2nd one...oh boy. Its not 10 calls. Its 10*10*10*10*10*10 and maybe one more 10. Probability has not been my favorite topic honestly. I just knew it was too many calls to make. (Note that disturbing people was not the concern, making calls was)
I think I ll just keep trying the landline number.
Its important to bring in how the woman's thought process works. First to mention, my wife.
My wife said, "What will you wear tomorrow at the wedding?" Ah, typical. I said, is that all you can think. Getting the coat back is more important than attending the marriage all shiny and dressed up. Just pull out any shalwar kameez and I'll be fine. Poor soul, got the rude tone from me at a wrong time.
Then came my mother. Don't call. He must be the head of some mafia gang. If he hasnt called, why are you calling? Mom, probably because he got away with a nice expensive coat and is happy with it. At the cost of what, a few cigarettes & split change? I am going to at least speak to him and find out.
Anyway, I eventually got in touch with someone on the number on the morning of the only working day. It was his son. Oh God, why couldn't it be him only? I was able to confirm the mobile number from him at least and I was thinking, my efforts are not in waste. I called the mobile number, no one picked up.
Kept trying and trying on the mobile number but to no avail. I was looking stupid to myself going crazy over a piece of cloth but it had dear value to me. The 2 Days passed too quickly and my mind still at how I will get my coat back.
It was then when I had given up. I was now travelling back from where I had come from. Still thinking of my beloved coat. I just gave it one more shot at the airport again. This time on my way back, waiting for my flight to board. I just thought, why not give it one more shot. One more try and there...the phone connected...
On the other side was the nicest person I could speak to. Of course that may be a biased opinion, considering I wanted my coat back. I spoke to him, explained to him what had happened (like he didn't know) and asked how we could exchange it back.
Took a time and place where it could be exchanged and asked my brother to get the exchange done. Sigh of relief, a brief one. I couldn't take a full one, until I got my coat back in my hand which I did a few days later and that is when, I was at ease. Me and my coat continue to live happily ever after. I am not going to give my coat away to the stewardess again.
Someone would say, what a loser? Made two blogposts out of it as well. It was a critical moment in my life. This loss could have been big mentally, I know. Am thinking of getting another suit made in order to share the love and hence share the risk of loss as well. I think that is a good idea, don't you?
How my Coat got Lost...
This last visit back home had its ironic side of it as well. Here is the story.
I have never really made myself a suit. Never got into wearing any expensive clothes you know. A grew up a typical guy who would just wear anything that covers the body. However, it was when I got married that I got my first suit made with all of my interest. It is black in colour with great material with a nice fall on it. I find it hard to say it in public but I really am in love with it :$
With just touching 4 years of marriage, this particular suit has stood the test of time with not much wear or tear. It remains my first choice for a job interview if you know what I mean. There is some luck on it as well. It has got me through from my last job interview as well and the record is really good if I put it in percentages.
So, I hope you realize the emotional element attached to it.
This last visit back home was to attend some marriage functions in the family and yet again, I had planned to wear my ever-faithful black suit. But there was unforeseen drama ahead, least that I knew.
After getting on the flight, I took off my coat to give it to the stewardess to hang it. I usually do that to sit in comfort while my precious coat hangs comfortable on a hangar as well. Its not something I did for the first time. However, when the flight landed and I asked for my coat back, I was brought somebody else's coat. I had still not lost my cool as I was expecting she'll go in and just get mine.
Not to be. Unfortunately, the coat had been exchanged. I had someone else's coat and he had mine. Man.
I was able to find his boarding pass in one of the pockets so didn't exactly lose hope. I ran to the baggage claim to try and find the person who has worn my coat and hasn't realized. Got an announcement done. No luck. Waited and waited. Sigh, feeling really bad. How can this be happening to me?
After feeling a little down, I took a look at the coat that I had. Didn't even match my pant. I checked the pockets found a little change, a packet of cigarettes and his boarding pass. I asked the airline staff if they could get me his number. They said that is against policy. I said well then its the airlines' responsibility to get me my coat. How about that?
After a little forcing and negotiating, he got me the person's number from the information on the boarding pass. There were two numbers that he gave me. One was a landline number, and one mobile number with MISSING a digit, oh the irony of it....
I have never really made myself a suit. Never got into wearing any expensive clothes you know. A grew up a typical guy who would just wear anything that covers the body. However, it was when I got married that I got my first suit made with all of my interest. It is black in colour with great material with a nice fall on it. I find it hard to say it in public but I really am in love with it :$
With just touching 4 years of marriage, this particular suit has stood the test of time with not much wear or tear. It remains my first choice for a job interview if you know what I mean. There is some luck on it as well. It has got me through from my last job interview as well and the record is really good if I put it in percentages.
So, I hope you realize the emotional element attached to it.
This last visit back home was to attend some marriage functions in the family and yet again, I had planned to wear my ever-faithful black suit. But there was unforeseen drama ahead, least that I knew.
After getting on the flight, I took off my coat to give it to the stewardess to hang it. I usually do that to sit in comfort while my precious coat hangs comfortable on a hangar as well. Its not something I did for the first time. However, when the flight landed and I asked for my coat back, I was brought somebody else's coat. I had still not lost my cool as I was expecting she'll go in and just get mine.
Not to be. Unfortunately, the coat had been exchanged. I had someone else's coat and he had mine. Man.
I was able to find his boarding pass in one of the pockets so didn't exactly lose hope. I ran to the baggage claim to try and find the person who has worn my coat and hasn't realized. Got an announcement done. No luck. Waited and waited. Sigh, feeling really bad. How can this be happening to me?
After feeling a little down, I took a look at the coat that I had. Didn't even match my pant. I checked the pockets found a little change, a packet of cigarettes and his boarding pass. I asked the airline staff if they could get me his number. They said that is against policy. I said well then its the airlines' responsibility to get me my coat. How about that?
After a little forcing and negotiating, he got me the person's number from the information on the boarding pass. There were two numbers that he gave me. One was a landline number, and one mobile number with MISSING a digit, oh the irony of it....
To be continued... next week...
As Unique As It Gets
Today's post is about us. Yes, its about us people. Humans, homosapians. At the same time, this post is about paying credit to the Creator to making us as unique as it gets. Look around you. Can anybody get this creative?
Every person born in this world is different from someone else born anywhere else in this world. WOW!!
Not considering the people who have passed away, the WIKI current population of the world as of Feb 2009 is 6.76 billion. Every single of them different, unique and special in their own way. Yet again, WOW!!!
So, hopefully you have realized where this post is going. You in yourself are a different person from anybody else in the world. Yes, let me just write it out again. ANYBODY ELSE IN THE WORLD!!!
With that comes a responsibility that we don't often realize. Since it is us, the living beings of this world that make this world function, each one of us comes with a role to play. Our first job to do in this world is to find out that role and then get on with it.
Sometimes, if someone just sits and ponders over happenings in his life and how things just fell together to make an event happen, it is just amazing. If we believe in fate, it becomes even more confusing. But only at the beginning, cos once you think through it, you would realize how amazingly well-scripted this whole play is.
There is much more to say on the topic but I cant find with words. Here is something from Abida Parveen that has always driven my thought on the same topic,
Dhoodo kay agar mulkon mulkon, milnay kay nahi nayaab hain hum
Ta'abeer hay jis kee, hasrat-o-gham, ay hum-nafas woh khwab hain hum
Let me try my hand at a translation. Even if you try to find from country to country, you find someone like me cos I am so unique. I am that dream which will get fulfilled no matter if it takes happiness or sorrow.
Even though the whole ghazal takes it to different routes of thought, I just take this opening line in question and ponder over it. While I try to gather my thoughts, why not think about it as well and share some comments.
The New & Effective Logic of Appraisals
Appraisals is something that we professionals wait for the whole year for and as soon as we get it, the countdown starts again...365, 364, 363... For the management its the other way around. 1, 2, 3.... if you know what I mean. Its that way anyway these days especially. There have been many companies who are telling their employees that there will be no appraisals this year and they are lucky they have a job. Maybe that is true. But anyway, the appraisals are never enough anyway. We never feel compensated for our efforts.
Toilet Cynicism
Yes its time for the toilet post again. I don't know how long you guys have been reading here cos this is sort of a continuation of one of my favorite posts, Public Toilet Probability Analysis.
There are many public toilets where you see notices like, "Do not flush tissues in the toilet" or something of the sort. It was very recently when I was sitting and clearing up the system (:P) when I thought about this particular line. Why do they not want us to flush tissue paper down the loo?
Of course the obvious reason is that it could clog the drains but hey, if that were so they would write it in every toilet you find. That is however not true. What if there is a bigger conspiracy? What if they take the tissue from the bin and extract your DNA from it? It is very easy to do so if done in some fixed time as long as the DNA is alive. They could then easily place it in locations like big time murders or you know any possible scene of the crime.
I couldn't think of a better explanation.
Keeping that in mind, I keep a special eye on the person immediately going in after me. Is he in a real hurry? I mean yeah he could be if all the other toilets were empty and he was waiting for the first one to open to crash in. But if other toilets were empty, why is he in such a hurry? He could be after that tissue I just used.
I might just wait around a bit longer to watch him come out also. Was he fully dressed? Obviously hiding something inside. Possibly the equipment that extracts DNA from the tissue?
Cant be too careful these days u know? Its a bad bad world out there. Am I being overly-cynical?
There are many public toilets where you see notices like, "Do not flush tissues in the toilet" or something of the sort. It was very recently when I was sitting and clearing up the system (:P) when I thought about this particular line. Why do they not want us to flush tissue paper down the loo?
Of course the obvious reason is that it could clog the drains but hey, if that were so they would write it in every toilet you find. That is however not true. What if there is a bigger conspiracy? What if they take the tissue from the bin and extract your DNA from it? It is very easy to do so if done in some fixed time as long as the DNA is alive. They could then easily place it in locations like big time murders or you know any possible scene of the crime.
I couldn't think of a better explanation.
Keeping that in mind, I keep a special eye on the person immediately going in after me. Is he in a real hurry? I mean yeah he could be if all the other toilets were empty and he was waiting for the first one to open to crash in. But if other toilets were empty, why is he in such a hurry? He could be after that tissue I just used.
I might just wait around a bit longer to watch him come out also. Was he fully dressed? Obviously hiding something inside. Possibly the equipment that extracts DNA from the tissue?
Cant be too careful these days u know? Its a bad bad world out there. Am I being overly-cynical?
My Broker
People who depend on brokers to do their stock or shares trading will easily relate to the following. If you haven't noticed I am trying to find the softer side of the Financial Crisis these days. I hate the doom & gloom around. If you do also then try and liven it up a little bit.
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