Wednesday, June 24, 2009
After everything was kind of figured out, I took a cab from the passport office to get to work. The weather was lovely I was enjoying my ride. Being stuck in traffic just didn’t seem like a problem.
When I finally reached office, the friendly old cab driver gave me my change back and said, “best of luck.” To which I immediately responded with a smile and a “thankyou.”
After the cab pulled away, I realised that he’d wished me “luck”. Did I really need it? Was that supposed to mean something I didn’t know about yet? Am I missing something?
And then a certain sense told me- Every single day we put ourselves to test. We take tests e.v.e.r.y.d.a.y. Small tests and sometimes big. And we also fail miserably. Because these tests aren’t about scoring big numbers (algebra and trigonometry are childsplay in comparison!)
This is when you do a bit of introspection. Did you lose your patience in the local train while travelling to work today? Or was it the taxi guy you gave a tough time to, because your white linen pants were sprayed with muck because of that speeding punk biker? Did you pass brushing your teeth before sleeping last night, on account of being lazy? What about that dessert you had after being stuffed? You failed everytime you gave in.
Now, this is the good news. Some of those tests we put ourselves through aren’t really that important. Imagine you break that promise of brushing your teeth after you’ve had a nice chocolate soufflé for dinner and sleep, what’s the worst that will happen? You’ve given in to laziness and gluttony and also carelessness. So what? After all, when you’ve done this a few times (read: million times) for 10 years, the worst that could happen is you lose a few teeth to cavity. And, that tooth fairy will pay you some more annoying visits. She’s not that bad you know. You’ll make friends with her. And also with the dentist.
So set some priorities. If you’re consciously making an effort to ‘not be angry’ then try your bloody best to not be. Under no circumstances should you give up or give in. And that is it. If it makes you think that every time you break a vow that you made to yourself, then you’re failing these small little tests that life throws in. if you think you’re give up smoking, then really make up your mind and do it. The important thing is to try. And doesn’t everyone in the world know that to ‘err is human’. So, be a bit considerate with yourself when you fail. Do a few push up’s. Don’t be so tough on yourself and ground yourself. I’m sure you’ll get by with a little help from your friends.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Got milk? (easy question to answer!!!)
You are expected to listen. Even if your ears get sore. It just makes me wonder, why someone would even do that job? But I guess some animals were created to bear the burden of others, while they sip on Mojitos !
To add insult to injury, there’s the creative department. Sometimes, just to revel in the joy of torturing the servicing person, the creative guy comes to work. That could also be the reason of his/her existence.
Of course, there’s no need for them to listen to the servicing people. They can kick the servicing guy around, just because their cat peed in the dining hall. An illogical argument can be triggered by a bad lunch the creative had, or an indigestion problem. It could be because he supported McCain and Obama won. And of course a bad hair day is a valid enough reason too. (If you’re still asking for a reason, give up and go home.)
The deal doesn’t end here. On a Sunday when the servicing person gets time to bathe, and is singing in the shower, the phone will ring. And most chances are it’s the client. Time has no meaning. Love has no meaning. Life has no meaning.
Let me explain why with a few Definitions:
The client: a living horror.
The creative: a bigger horror.
The Client servicing exe.: A mistake his/her mom made.
I have been trying to figure out why someone would do this to themselves. I still haven’t. I think some questions can’t be answered. Remember that look on your mom’s face when you asked her why your nosey tastes salty. Did she have an answer?
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
But what’s even better, according to my taste buds, is Coffee. Now think hazelnut infused frozen frappe.
Coffee has that something that tea doesn’t. Like Jude Law has that something that Adam Sandler doesn’t/can’t.
There’s taste, smell and sound (that of the coffee machine or the beating of the spoon against the coffee mug while making a frothy paste). All a tea takes is a boil.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I like tea. In fact in most places I always drink tea. But it’s cause I prefer coffee so much more than it hurts me to see it go wrong.
The sugar can’t be too much. You have to hold the milk just right. And of course the Coffee powder has to be the right amount. The point is, it’s blasphemous to go wrong with coffee. You don’t try making it if you can’t.
On most mornings, I owe my calm to coffee. Like when I’m reading about Archie tying the knot with Veronica Lodge, or the U.S army soldiers videotaping their female collogues bathing, nothing else works better than coffee.
But while I’m praising the brew so much, let me remind you that coffee is like sunshine. And just like too much sunshine burns, too much coffee stains your teeth.