split weasel

Corporate life is pretty blase and irritatingly monotonous. It’s the standard blame game. Whenever an issue crops up, a person would see only a part of the story that proves that he is not responsible. Twist the case and its interpretation in such a way that the blame lies at someone else’s table.
At first I kept being the victim in all this. This was many years ago. Now at least I don’t get into these scams. You keep getting better at stopping a bomb and when someone hands you a bomb. But across the line it’s the same thing. Hand over the bomb. It happens so many times that its ceases to astonish. It merely amuses. New ways and the predictable patterns of the junta in passing it over. Standard catch phrases, weak excuses and sort. It is so blatant that I am sure both the originator and the receiver, both know its bull shitting origins but both choose to accept it. sometimes they both agree as it helps absolve both or it throws the shit on a common enemy or it saves face for both. Many times it’s just that the perpetrator is to powerful to really move or take action against. The judge merely wants any excuse to get rid of the complaint. Anything goes.
But this is not irritating. Shit like this happens all the time. Once you have sold your soul, don’t complain. If you are in Rome you will meet Romans .. eeek.. bad one that was… but the point is that this is an acceptable part of life and the sooner you realise this the better it is for you. Frustration quickly turns to amusement when you see the game. Sometimes you are in apposition to call it and sometimes you are in a position to fight it and sometimes merely watch on a as a spectator. The irritating goose for me is the guy who preaches. He preaches at every pretext. Calls everyone names. Openly expresses frustration at everyone’s hypocrisy, laments loudly, sighs and then… when it comes on him / her, uses the same trick in the book. Holier than though has a muddy coat. So much so that now I believe that if anyone says that they are holier than thou and laments on the state of affairs, they are worst types. Dhongi babas (fake gurus). Watch out for them. Sometimes I wonder if they know what they are doing. Do they actually have a good and bad side that does not talk to each other and does not see each other while the other one is in control. I don’t know.
I have come across genuine clean ones and genuine evil ones. Many times they have a clear idea of their true self and are at ease with it. These poor dhongi baba’s lament so realistically that I wonder if they genuinely have a split personality. Of course there are the dhongi’s that plan their show and face. They are real sinister ones. You might just not be able to make out. And when you see through them you hate them and avoid them. What to do with the inbetweens, the split personalities. Do you make friends with their good side and run on seeing the evil side. That’s not possible. They also don’t know when they will switch. Did Jekyll know when Hyde was around or vice versa?

excuses excuses

This is easily the funniest thing I have read this month. The world’s most powerful particle accelerator was shot due to some bread (baguette) being dropped by a bird. Read here and here
This is same LHC that critics said was extremely powerful and could produce anti matter that could end the world. Something like matter meeting anti matter and BOOM – end of the world.
After the hilarity of the dropping, one another thing struck me. They actually seemed to have told the truth no matter how embarrassing it would be. Or it is the most implausible of excuses. I am sure a lot of the scientists working at the LHC would be teaching somewhere and what would their reaction be if a student gave a similar excuse for not having the assignment on time. “I finished it but a stork flying overhead shat (diarrhoea perhaps) on my laptop, short-circuiting it”.

jispa - when you do get older, remember the excuse - if a bird can shut down a LHC with a bread piece, imagine what they can dow ith your assignment. Especially if you are studying physics.

one large leap

“Ritu and I both will be 15 min late. My chappal fell off d train n she is coming to station with a spare pair 4 me :(” – this is the SMS I received from one of my reportees. Fact is sometimes stranger than fiction.

Life comes a full circle. Sonal used to stay at Bandra all her life. Her dad retired and moved to Kandivili from where she jostles and fights her way to office. I had another girl once who stayed at Marine drive and came to work at Nariman point. Just 5 minutes by road. She got married and moved to Jogeshwari. That’s one and a half hour to work everyday. I had asked to look for the tabelas (hindi for cow sheds). She just nodded thinking this was us pulling her leg. She called up soon after in all excitement saying that she saw the tabelas. Well I told you they were there!

This is but a small example of how women get displaced by marriage and is such a big radical step for them. I am not so sure it’s that big a step for the guy. Best of luck to all the girls!