Archive for May, 2013

Some people are dumb to a degree not measurable in our world yet..
I am sure every one of you must have met some of them around you.
Ahh, here we go..

I am at work and day is going fine until the reminder pops up on my screen for the daily meeting with our client.
Well, that’s not a problem at all because those people are the world’s best clients. So where is the problem?
Problem is that our Mic, which we are supposed to use for the call, stops working only at 1:00pm in the entire day.
And from past few days it was a big pain in the ass that i literally had to hold the mic pin in a particular position to make it work and at that time i felt like grrrrrrrr!!!

I wish i could break that system/machine into pieces.
But had to find a solution for that, so i am using the iPad today for the call.. YAYYYYYYYY !!!!ย ย  What a relief it was.. I am dancing, but just a lil in my head.. ๐Ÿ™‚

Now, lets do the meeting, i have the ipad so no more mic issue or any disturbances, i say it to my colleague.
We find an empty conference room to avoid any interference. Then starts the meeting.
WELCOME TO GOTO MEETING, Online Meetings made easy!!!
Sound—- Pinggggg!!!!!

You are the first caller on the line and will be placed on hold until the next caller arrives, PINGGGGGG!!!!!
MEeting starts, we greet each other. I am all contented that today we will do it without being muted.

Ah, thats what usually used to happen with us while using the mic. The poor client complained about our voice echos and getting to hear everything twice, so they muted us many times.

I tell you this is the minus of working in not veryyyy big firms, yet good enough(In case anyone from my organization reads it. ;))

 

So, we are being told by the client about something important and here enters the disturbance number1.
Directly entering the room, looking at our faces and hearing the client blabbering on speakers.

Are you on Call??? He asks. What the “F”, can you not see yourself.
Ah alright, he leaves. And guess what?

He comes back a minute later with a person famous in office as a loudspeaker.

Now, i am trying to concentrate on what our so nice clients are talking about and the two disturbances are standing just two feet from me, trying not to be loud but fuckingly loud to not let me hear a word from the speaker.

 

I say to myself, calm down!! SO, me and my colleague decides to move to the other corner of the conference table so that we can hear out the stuff being discussed.

We moved to the other end and now the two disturbances are on the highest of their pitch and discussing.

I give a look to my colleague asking,

what the PHUUCCCKKKKKK!!!!

 

Now we cant hear anything, and i go like CANT YOU PHUCKING SEE WE ARE ON A CALL HERE???? (I wish i could say like that ๐Ÿ˜›)

 

But i cant say that, so i give worst of my face expressions and say,,

ย  ย  ย  ย  ย  EXCUSE ME!!!! WE ARE ON A CALL HERE…..!!

And ah,, here the two disturbances wakes up to realize that there were already other people on important call in the room whom they have annoyed with their fucking discussion which they could have done in some other room..

 

They leave the room and the next thing we hear is Thanks For Joining The Call… ๐Ÿ˜

HAppy Reading ! ! ! ! ! ๐Ÿ™‚

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Every morning’s story is the same with me..

World’s biggest tension, what am gonna wear today for work! A night before when i goto sleep, i decide it.

In the morning, when i am done wid my breakfast and one hour of tv(Or half an hour of tv depending upon m up late or early) i change the decision i have made last nyt. Now, i am goin thru all my clothes but i still cant find anything worth.

So i say, i have no clothes, yell at mum, askin fr d only thing that i haven’t even seen in ages and now 30 minutes before my office time i wanna wear that. She struggles hard with me to find it out of a large pile ofย  clothes spread all over.

Ah!! Finally found it. But crap! It doesn’t look how i imagined it would.

But why the hell does it matters how i look? Today i will just wear the worst of the things and it wont matter.

Everything’s ready, i am about to leave and i decide, it does matter to me how i look. ๐Ÿ˜›

I rush to my room pick another t-shirt look into the mirror, oh No!! Its not even ironed, turn on the iron and crease it, try it,, ohhhhh

I cant wear this ๐Ÿ˜ its bit over for workplace.. God!!!! What shall i wear????

Pick out another one and the last one, another look in the mirror and yes,, finallyyyyyy,,ย  this ones fine.

Finally office time it is already and am still home.. ๐Ÿ˜›

Thats how i get late everyday at work. Crazy mornings!!!

HAppy Reading!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

Waiting, waiting and waiting. Sometimes the wait gets so long that it begins to fade how it felt like to want something badly. You begin to doubt whether you really want it or do you even deserve it? Questions, endless, senseless questions pops into your head to add onto your anxiety to add to your fear.

You begin to think, what if i really got what i wanted, would i be able to handle it, would i be happy then or i am better off now without it as now you have learned to live without that thing which once you wanted so bad. Then again, lyf cannot be simple so it brings the twist by sending a hope that you will get what you want just want it bad enough so that everything conspires to let it get to you.

I am firm believer of god. I know it exists, and each and every wish you make is noted down in his diary. It just takes tym to get to your wish in the list but he surely does take care of what you want. If its taking time then it means before getting that, you need to learn something, you need to be prepared for it, you need to get something else before, may be something, which is even better than what you are asking for.

Life, my life is full of turns, good ones, bad ones, surprising ones and even unwanted ones. I say, i hate my life at times but the ones who had been in it since long, says, a person’s lyf should be like ur’s. Then i realize that may be its not so bad just the bad turn i am onto. ๐Ÿ™‚

I write, because its what i feel, as everyone knows that girls have this characteristic that they cannot keep things to themselves, so i am no different in this case. But yes, i love to write and when i write, sometimes, the words fit themselves into beautiful poems. And these poems are nothing but the reality which i sometimes fail to face but pretend that i am aware of it and eventually i face them with the help of my words.

Here are the few words i wrote while facing and not faking.

“Life is what we expect it to be,,
Neither is it what others say, nor is it what weย  see,,

Its like a story we are reading,

Guessing the next chapter every time and yet creating a new one each time!!!! “

Happy Reading!!!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

Love an Epic…

Posted: May 20, 2013 in Uncategorized

I am sitting and going through the words written long back in my phone and saved as drafts. We try to sometimes ignore and avoid many things but deep inside we know that we are the only ones responsible to take care of some unfinished businesses. May it be an apology to a closed one, may it be confession to ourselves, may it be some work related issue, or may it be trying to do something and failing the hundredth time and yet trying one more one last time.

Either we have to face it and let it go or we fake it and take it along through out our lives with an “i wish if”.

Those words from the phone goes like:

Love thru d rains n thru d fires, reaching thru ur soul to ur heart’s evy desire,,

Leavin behind d trails n d marks of new beginings, leavin behind n takin along d unspoken words of love, passion in endless rings,,

You choose to suffer u choose to bear d known bitter yet sweet pain of memories,,
U try n make evy ryt wrong n evy wrong ryt,
U try n accept evy wound given, u try to hide ur tears n create ur own love theories,,

Nothin works, no medicinal cure seems to b soothing d emptiness n d hole Insyd,,
U cry out to sleeps, u cry out n weep in d darkness n in d shadows of d Lyts,
D invisibl yet visibl pain begins to take a lead n is alwz standin by ur syd,,

D relief is found in d name in d game of d one ur heart is enslaved to,
It’s d rhythm of d flowing tears its d moments of joy u had seen thru,,

U live to die hundred deaths in d moments that had made u alive once,,
U die wid evy second’s tik, u die whn u hear those sounds dat prick,
U live d lyfย  lyk an unwanted n an haunted dream dat had been a fairy tale once!!!

 

Happy Readinggg!!!


Wow….! Being an IT Professional and still faced bit of difficulties while setting this up. Don’t know how many people love or like to read and write but both of these are the things that take you to a different world.Its just the beginning, step by step things starts to get into place and get ready to mold into a beautiful part that can be of life, of art etc but it does holds a meaning to somebody or if not anybody then certainly you!!