B-Log

It’s good to be back, even if for a short while.

I used to hate this place. But now I’m thankful to it for all that it has given and taught me. It really helped me grow as a person.

Yeehaw! Scoobie Doobie Doooobai!!

A million key presses and a number of computerised apologies for the delay in answering my call, and this is what I get…

Me: My internet connection keeps getting disconnected every 2mins or so, all by itself. And at other times it doesn’t connect at all. Could you please help me fix it?
ISP Tech Support Agent: There might be a virus attack. Please log onto our website and download the free update.
Me: I would if it lets me connect!
ISP TSA: Yes ma’am. That’s correct. You have to download it from the website.
Me: Listen to me again! You’re saying I need to download this update from your website to get my connection running. Don’t you think it’s kind of impossible to do it when your connection ain’t running at all?
ISP TSA: Oh well. That’s right ma’am.
Me: Well, then what should I do?
ISP TSA: I don’t know ma’am.
Me: Try looking for another job! Thank you for wasting my time. B’bye!

As I read somewhere, “Call centers main aim is to withhold the information you need the most”. *sigh*

They’re quite used to the song and dance routine in Bollywood movies by now. No longer do my non-desi friends try to reason out the sudden synchronised pelvic thrusting movements of hundreds of people, who just happened to wear the same thing that day.

The problem actually comes when you get down to translating the songs. And it’s only then that I realised how different the songs are. They’ve glorified every single woman’s ornament that they could find… or may be even create. From top to bottom, everything has been sung about. And not just as objects, but beings.

My friends cannot understand this fascination of Hindi cinema with, say, bangles or ear-rings. And why do they sing at lenghths about it. But I guess it has something to do with our culture. Is it because we have too many of those things or because we give it too much importance?

Well whatever it is, this orna-mental music ain’t that bad ;)

With a name like Sunrise travels you would expect the employees to be all smiley and chirpy, but alas… seemed like they werent really, what you would call… morning people! Grumpy, sloppy and extremely lazy.

It’s said that people’s name affect their personality. My name and I surely go hand in hand. Absolutely emotional!

Wonder what would’ve happened if I had a different name… Like Phoolan Devi or something?

So errr… I go… “Is that a tattoo on your arm?” He grins and nods.

So err… “Is that Eminem playing on your pc?”. He takes off his headphones, I repeat my question. He grins and nods.

So err… “You’re creating spreadsheets?!?!”. He stares at me. Grins and nods.

So err… “Good lord! You’re so fast at playing solitaire and freecell!”. Does some more clicking. Grins and nods.

So err… “Isn’t that a tantra t-shirt?”. He looks at his t-shirt. Grins and nods.

So err… “Gelled hair, torn jeans, matching shoes and belt… Off to a party after work?”. He checks if his hair is in the right place. Grins and nods.

So err…”Can I borrow the newspaper if you’re done with it?” Scrambles through the pages if he has missed out any newspiece or forgotten to solve the sudoku. Hands me the newspaper. Grins and nods.

His cool factor is 10 on 10. The coolest person in the office. Young, trendy and happening. A charmer. Mr. Grin and Nod. Our dear office boy!

This is when I sulk and try to fight the devil called inferiority complex.