Work today

I loved this one. This is how i make reports [:D]. Well almost.

Today I was suppose to finish off a particular report and I slogged since morning but at the end of the day am still fighting to complete it. So thot of taking some time off and coming here writing bout it, well not about it but how I have been dng on it.

I am getting bored even thinking bout it plus havent slept well becoz of the same report so am damn sleepy.

Would continue at night if I feel like it.

For right now I will just sign off.

What the hell !!!!

This is not the optimum time for me to write a scrap for three simple reasons
One I have not slept well last night so my thinking capability is screwed to a great extend
Second I am really pissed with some of the people in my working environment (wont call it an office) due to their sheer lack of capability to understand that girls can actually have brain and they can use it as well.
Third I am drowning in work (literally)
But I guess this is the only way I can calm myself down and thinking a li'l more clearly.

But all I have come here for is just how chauvinistic guys can be.
I mean they can’t
They just can’t stand a girl sitting with them working with them and try and go to any extent to make the work environment unpleasant for her.

Things like abusing in front of a female colleague ( I am really not asking for them to be chauvinistic to the extend that pulling chairs for their female counterpart but talking decently is the least that can be expected out of them), leaving her out of the conversation to ignore her to the extend that she feel she has the superpower of invisibility, showing of by throwing in the, oh I know it all, jargon so that even despite of being ignored and if she tries to follow the conversation she can't.

I am not talking about the people from slums and the people who are illiterate. Am talking about some of the most literate and well designated people, who possess few of the fanciest degrees from some of the "premier institutes". What is the bloody point in holding such degrees when you cant even hold urself with the least of dignity.
These guys don’t just stop here; they try to pull the same stunts in front of the seniors (the premier strategy). These shmucks will try to ignore you (again to the verge of invisibility) and then even if you try to put in some point they would write it off by saying something "Smart" (which they will tell in some party with other MCP's).

And when you are stuck somewhere helping is out of question.
Rather first thing they would laugh at you, Then they would there best that u can't get anything that might be helpful and u stay in the same pathetic situation for your life. But thanks to google that is no more possible ( I seriously wonder the pathetic situation of women in pre-google era).
And even if due to some miracle they do agree to help you they would expect you to:
1. Mention it everytime you breath
2.Mention it everytime your manager crosses you in his presence
3. Mention it to the client and everyone associated with the client.
4. Thanks him till you live.
5. Never say no to any of his work
That's all they want.

When it happened to me a couple of times I felt irritated and helpless but now all I feel for them is pity.
I really feel sorry for them coz the century they are living is a century without fire and wheel (That time was without a century even!!).
So best of luck to them I hope they get female managers every time they change their jobs that would be their biggest punishment :)

U gotta do wat u gotta do!!!

Loved this pic.wonder who was the smart thing who posted this

Chetan bhagat-Engineers :D

Another one copied but it actually is awesome :D


I remember the incident - I was in a restaurant, and one girl in our group was especially charming. So I, like any other male, tried to put on a wooing act. You know the routine, a nanosecond extra eye contact, a few more nods to whatever she says, and attempts to throw in those one-liners which you know you wouldn't if she weren't there.
And it seemed to be working. She leaned forward when she spoke to me, and every now and again, we'd have a small conversation of our own, separate from our group. She laughed at my approach with the fork and knife, and I teased her about her hair band, which had little teddy bears. Yes, we were flirting. A while later, she asked me the question - what did I study? I said engineering, without any particular meaning attached to it. And then like a cold metal rail, she went stiff. My jokes weren't funny any more. Her eyes wandered to everyone else. What was it?Why? Why? Why?
Two days later, I still couldn't get over my great start that had dissipated listlessly upon mentioning my education. Engineer? What was wrong with that? My mom had wanted me to become one since I was five! I had to call her. 'So what happened to you that day, hot and cold, missie?' And then she said, trying to be nice, 'Well, it's just that I am skeptical about engineers as friends. I don't know, they can be, you know, very logical and everything... not very touchy feely'.
Not touchy-feely. Now what the heck did that mean? Well, she obviously did not mean it literally, since girls don't really suggest that sort of stuff, certainly not in the first meeting across the table. I guessed it was something to do with feelings, sort of having an emotional side. The stereotype being, the nerdy guy who sees relationships like laws of physics, to whom love is just a bunch of chemicals going crazy in your brain, and getting to know a person means obtaining their bio-data.
It's time to set the record straight.
It's true that a lot of what engineers study (and they end up studying quite a lot), has to do with formulaes, laws and numbers. No matter how hard we try, some of the vocabulary we read all day gets into our language. So when my mother said, 'Are you getting married next year or not?' I was liable to say, 'Well, at this moment in time, the probability is relatively low,' and felt it was completely normal to say it. And when my sister went sari shopping and couldn't explain the shade she wanted, I told the shopkeeper the percentages of pink, orange and red in the sari.
Yet, ladies, I don't think we're bad at relationships, love and getting to know people. We too, can be touchy-feely, as that is part of our education as well. The reason for this is that most engineering students live in the ultimate educator - boy's hostels. Now, let me explain how this plays into this 'touchy-feely' thing. Relationships. Imagine eating, sleeping, brushing your teeth, bathing (ok rarely this one) and partying with the same people all the time. So, when you are kicking that bathroom door down for the tenth time, or when you stand in line for 'gulab-jamuns' in the mess, and when you are done with the vodka bottle and sharing all your secrets, you know it is good practice. Yes, hostels maketh the man.
So, next time you are in a flirtatious situation with the techno types, go on, flirt a bit more. Of course, I am biased towards my kind, but if you find the conversation turning too geeky, just ask them, 'So, what were your hostel days like?' and chances are, you'll see a heart behind the calculator. Coming back to my missie, I thought of what would make me win her over. Flowers... too cheesy. Music... don't know her taste (nor trust mine). Teddy bears... don't even go there. Desperate for some good lines, I just turned it right back at her. 'Yes, I know what you are saying about engineers. The thing is, unless people with depth like you start hanging out with us, we won't get any better. Can you meet me some time for some touchy/feely... oops, I mean coffee/tea?' She giggled. When they giggle, you have won. Hence proved.
:)

Indian Traffic

This is copied from someone who again took it from someone else so I coudl be charged with magnified pliagarism.
But what the hell, I realy liked it, so here goes:

Indian road rules broadly operate within the domain of karma where you do your best, and leave the results to your insurance company.
The hints are as follows:
Do we drive on the left or right of the road? The answer is "both". Basically you start on the left of the road, unless it is occupied. In that case, go to the right, unless that is also occupied. Then proceed by occupying the next available gap, as in chess. Just trust your instincts, ascertain the direction, and proceed. Adherence to road rules leads to much misery and occasional fatality. Most drivers don't drive, but just aim their vehicles in the generally intended direction.Don't you get discouraged or underestimate yourself except for a belief in reincarnation; the other drivers are not in any better position.
Don't stop at pedestrian crossings just because some fool wants to cross the road. You may do so only if you enjoy being bumped in the back.Pedestrians have been strictly instructed to cross only when traffic is moving slowly or has come to a dead stop because some minister is in town. Still some idiot may try to wade across, but then, let us not talk ill of the dead.Blowing your horn is not sign of protest as in some countries. We horn to express joy, resentment, frustration, romance and bare lust (two brisk blasts),or just mobilize a dozing cow in the middle of the bazaar.Keep informative books in the glove compartment. You may read them during traffic jams, while awaiting the chief minister's motorcade, or waiting for the rainwater to recede when over ground traffic meets underground drainage.

Occasionally you might see what looks like a UFO with blinking colored lights and weird sounds emanating from within. This is an illuminated bus, full of happy pilgrims singing bhajans. These pilgrims go at breakneck speed, seeking contact with the Almighty, often meeting with success.Auto Rickshaw (Baby Taxi): The result of a collision between a rickshaw and an automobile, this three-wheeled vehicle works on an external combustion engine that runs on a mixture of kerosene oil and creosote. This triangular vehicle carries iron rods, gas cylinders or passengers three times its weight and dimension, at an unspecified fare. After careful geometric calculations, children are folded and packed into these auto rickshaws until some children in the periphery are not in contact with the vehicle at all. Then their school bags are pushed into the microscopic gaps all round so those minor collisions with other vehicles on the road cause no permanent damage. Of course, the peripheral children are charged half the fare and also learn Newton's laws of motion en-route to school.
Auto-rickshaw drivers follow the road rules depicted in the film Ben Hur, and are licensed to irritate.Mopeds: The moped looks like an oil tin on wheels and makes noise like an electric shaver. It runs 30 miles on a teaspoon of petrol and travels at break-bottom speed. As the sides of the road are too rough for a ride, the moped drivers tend to drive in the middle of the road; they would rather drive under heavier vehicles instead of around them and are often "mopped" off the tarmac.Leaning Tower of Passes: Most bus passengers are given free passes and during rush hours, there is absolute mayhem. There are passengers hanging off other passengers, who in turn hang off the railings and the overloaded bus leans dangerously, defying laws of gravity but obeying laws of surface tension. As drivers get paid for overload (so many Rupees per kg of passenger), no questions are ever asked. Steer clear of these buses by a width of three passengers.One-way Street: These boards are put up by traffic people to add jest in their otherwise drab lives.Don't stick to the literal meaning and proceed in one direction. In metaphysical terms, it means that you cannot proceed in two directions at once. So drive as you like, in reverse throughout, if you are the fussy type. Least I sound hypercritical; I must add a positive point also.Rash and fast driving in residential areas has been prevented by providing a "speed breaker"; two for each house. This mound, incidentally, covers the water and drainage pipes for that residence and is left untarred for easy identification by the corporation authorities, should they want to recover the pipe for year-end accounting.Night driving on Indian roads can be an exhilarating experience for those with the mental make up of Genghis Khan. In a way, it is like playing Russian roulette, because you do not know who amongst the drivers is loaded. What looks like premature dawn on the horizon turns out to be a truck attempting a speed record. On encountering it, just pull partly into the field adjoining the road until the phenomenon passes.Our roads do not have shoulders, but occasional boulders. Do not blink your lights expecting reciprocation. The only dim thing in the truck is the driver, and with the peg of illicit arrack (alcohol) he has had at the last stop, his total cerebral functions add up to little more than a naught. Truck drivers are the James Bonds of India, and are licensed to kill. Often you may encounter a single powerful beam of light about six feet above the ground. This is not a super motorbike, but a truck approaching you with a single light on, usually the left one. It could be the right one, but never get too close to investigate. You may prove your point posthumously ""

Late to work

Got so damn late to work today.
Have loads on my plate and a deliverable today tommorrow and on tuesday
God I need u now more then any other time :(

Do guys ever grow up

Its 3 at night!.....
I am still up to complete some piece work that I am suppose to deliver in two days.
Have got loads of work to finish in dat but as usual am in a fix with regard to something.
Anyways just thot of sropping in and arting a tiny post.
was talking to someone simultaneously (yeah multitasking is my forte) and was wondering how diffrent these teenagers are from the guys of my age.
They think diffrently
They act so kiddish(some of them dnt grow up even when they are in thr 30s but most of them do)
I was just wondering why are boys so kiddish and want all the things their way.
even when they do grow up (that takes so much of patience and time) they always have to act so bossy with thr gurl.
always want the girl to act to thr whims and commands.
And the more irritating thing is that gurls do act at thr whims and wishes (including me)
I have been so many time tormented by such guys(even my age guys!!) to the extend that I was on the verge of madness (not that am any better otherwise but still:))
Why dont guys grow up or rather why they dont wanna grow up?
why do they always have to be right?
why do they have this thing about controlling everything around them including people whome they actully care about?
and why cant they ever think when they are not in the best of thr moods?
Why not when they thing thr female counterpart should do the same?
And the worst part is that they blame the gurls for these things also!!
Strange but I think god has to be a guy else he wouldn't have given guys such a temperament.
Anyways i better sleep.
Tommorrow is a long long day............................