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Intelligence sucks more often than we realize it does!

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Even when you understand a lady- she'll be Miss-understood . :) As for the married lot-well, they whould know better :D

To hell with heaven

Why do we think that we’re too good? We observe some things and think that our goodness shall be accorded with the highest ratings in the account book “up there”. We never consider the possibility that there could be a ‘down there’ for us too. :) The fact that we are aware of our “goodness” indicates that there has to be a false dichotomy. Let’s not be the blind men who felt an elephant. There may be very few seats to which perhaps too many “good” people might stake claim and we might find a thug go and win the most coveted trophy as we’ve all too well known in B-School admission procedures. :D



Post Script: I’m not the wise guy. :)

Long time-No see

It is important to have a platform to express yourself. I returned last night from Jaipur.

# My long cherished dream of seeing a replacement for 'Horn-O.K.-Please' was finally realized when I saw "Blow Horn" behind a couple of trucks.

# I saw a corpse in a pretty mutilated form as the guy was crushed under a tanker and was beheaded as a result.

# I'd two of the best and most exhausting interviews at Futures First the night before yesterday.

# I confirmed my rejection 10 minutes back.

# The confirmation of rejection is much better than the sword of Damocles.


*peace* ?- Not yet. :-)

As you must have noticed (or not to your bliss) I'm not hell bent on posting every time I slip on a banana peel. It was not purposeful, I'd been busy with semester exams and was facing a writer's block too. I still am! But The visits on this page has increased by more than 400 despite no activity. Thank You!

Expectations have really grown of late and I'm trying to keep up with it. Thank you people for the belief in me. But I would be lying if I say I don't feel the butterflies. :-) and for the less knowledgeable junta, it's not about posting!!

I'd watched my first late night show yesterday- What's your rashee? Something I'd been looking forward to doing for long.
More's there in the list!

So.. Nowadays just focusing on doing what I love, doing what I should and avoiding what I must! There my day gets over!!


And yes, as I've started to vent out lesser trash, I see more and more people jumping into blogging! *An objective statement!*

That was my garbage. Thank you for reading patiently. :-)

:)

Not exactly hibernation- but nowadays I'm trying not to talk trash.

ambles, hic!


Sayonara

Kya aapne apna amulya vote daala?

May 7, 2009

The election day in Rajasthan.
I would have been happy after I did all the pestering with the Jaago-re campaign, the awareness debates and the regular chats.

But it wasn't so. Because once again, I'd not figured in the voters' list.
Then I thought of relieving myself by logging on to the net.
Darn!he CPU wasn't getting switched on; I dismantled it, checked the few connections and it was still not working.
Time for the visit to the computer guy.

10 o clock- Having done with the breakfast, dad and I set out on the access with the CPU in his hands.

20 minutes later, we happily strode out of the computer shop as he'd fixed it without charging anything :-D

10:25- we pass the election booth on the way- Dad asks me to wait while he went and cast his vote.

For the next fifteen minutes, every passerby had his/her eyes fixed on me as I held the CPU in my hands.
Kya bhai, kabhi CPU nahi dekha hai kya?
Sure they must have, but it's not normal to see someone standing with a CPU in his hands by the main road side.


10:40 The ordeal ends and dad came out smiling. I thought he was also amused by the sight the couple made.

But no, he gave me a card. And wasn't I surprised? It was my voter-id. He said it had just arrived.
I jumped with joy but suddenly realized a few things.

One could hardly figure out it was my photograph.

The spelling of my name had been tampered with yet again with this time "Nabishan" entering the records.

I move down, dad's name was also incorrectly spelled.

The most shocking was my birth date!
It said-
Date of birth: xx.xx.1989

What? How on earth could they commit such a mistake?
Is 'xx' a day/month?
They didn't even guess any!!

and I was not born in 1989 :|


But to my surprise, my address has been spelled absolutely correctly.

Dad says, "It's not an issue- no one usually gets his name correctly on the card.Go, cast your vote"

I rush inside with joy and they all stare at this young guy who was all so excited to vote :-D

The authorities confirm my identity, put the nail paint and off I go to the corner of the room where this fascinating machine lay.

A quick glance at the list of candidates and *ding*

Breaking news: Anish Nambisan has cast his first ever vote :-)