Friday, April 9, 2010


Really tired of being nice and proper, of speaking and writing nice professional politically correct gender neutral etiquette laden nonsense.  Even April 1 has become a sacred crow, no one pulls a nasty one any more.  Been holding my neck in for nearly 200 weeks.  Now that the knives are out, decided to write and speak and be the way I was meant to be.  Music it any way you like.

Of course, this means I cease from this point to have significant others or family or home, since the moment anyone significant other enough to me reads this, they will rush to disown me, being fully aware of the consequences of me being me, even if only in a flogpost.

Hyderabad continues to sizzle, not just from the hottest March of decades and poorest retail quarter, but also from the manufactured communal disturbance that has caused a good part of the old (read real) city to be placed under curfew.  The spirit of the city is obvious in the older citizens who ride their scooters out past the armed forces, waving to them, and mumbling a back in five through a mouthful of pan.  It all started with a squabble over saffron flags and green flags.  Wonder if they could make out from the blood on the streets if it was saffron blood or green.

The IT/ITES segment got into their process best and got the government to issue passes to BPO and IT workers.  Not very sure if I should have told the cabbie to take out his pass when he drove into an angry crowd of brick throwing youth at the end of a narrow lane.  The fact that he just reversed like a stuntman and got us out alive was good enough reason to spend the rest of the shift trembling in beer.

At work, going bonkers trying to get in warm bodies (little brain added bonus) to join a training program for a career that takes time and patience to build, and doesn't pay the bucks that a call center or even a hotel receptionist's job does.  Don't know if I should laugh or cry when I am faced with comments like, "And how much do you pay an office boy in that case?"

A recent conversation with a friend who is trying to make a living from writing revolved around the fact that people should have a take away from reading what you write.  A take away, a return gift for coming to your little adult party!  What is your take away from this interaction?  The three big take aways from the training program were... dah dah dah.  I guess you are waiting for your take away for having read till here.  Okay, here it comes, from Bodhisattva Never Begrudging, a simple and easy guide to making your own marmalade

Beat that if you can!  I know I will!

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