Beyond Reasonable Doubt..

10 REASONS WHY NOT TO COMMENT ON A BLOG/POST YOU LIKED..

#1 You will have to think.
(Do you even need to read any more after readin #1?)

#2 You will have to think something meaningful
(Heheh thought you'd get away by thinking any stupid crap?? Anybody who has given those 'n' semester exams of theory, where everybody writes pages and pages but nobody actually writes anything significant, knows how tough it is.)

#3 You will have to type all that meaningful stuff .
(Yea yea I know how annoying it must be to use your fingers to type stuff which is not as official as your personal e-mail/chat/fowawrds..:D)

#4 You will have to use your valuable 'office' resources (internet and computer)
(After all we all are conscientious employees of our respective companies, and we NEVER misuse resources.. never use the company cab to go home late whn we cud hv left at 6.. never call friends from our respective extensions....never raid the stationery room for stuff we will never use/need)

#5 You are so busy at work that you did not even get time to read that blog.
(Wht makes me think you would actually have the time to post a comment.How workless do i think you are ? (Rather.. how much do I know.?))

#6 Your TL/PM sits behind/next to you .
(You can't risk opening the blogspot page as then all your TL's suspicions would be confirmed that your a worthless fresher who does nothin but surf idiotic stuff on the net)

#7 You don't have an account in blogspot and are too lazy to make one.
(Even if it's for the doubtful pleasure of making someone else(me)happy).

#8 You think all this blog/post stuff is a wastage of your time.
(Even if, previous to reading my post, you were creating a new yahoo id so tht you could forward all the 57 forwarded mails you receive and read each day to a single account).

#9 You don't want me to be happy.
( I.e you dont like other people's happiness.. i.e you like seeing other people unhappy. i.e You are a sadist.)

#10 You don't like me.
(Please God! let it not be this reason ..:( *sniff)


So which reason is it?? For all those people who are going to read this post....and not comment..please please am beggin you here..(:D) kuch to likh do..


:D:):)

Extracts from a Clueless Mind..

Its been six months into a corporate life and life can't get better than this.. or do I mean life can't get worse than this.???

These six months have been a mixed bag of good stuff and not-so-good stuff.Feelings of all kinds have raged in my heart-ranging from depression due to homesickness to gladness of holding your very own paycheque:), ranging from nostalgia of college days to the freshness of new environments, ranging from missing old friends to the anticipation of knowing new ones..

Hmm..btw who says we are working people now?? who works in the software industry anyway..?HahahaThe standard lines a fresher hears are, ' you are just a fresher now.. the client wants only experienced people', 'Now is a good time to build your knowledge base'(just a better way to say tht the work we can give you is to study',' we're puttin you into this competency building project where you will know how things are done' (again another way to say you are goin to do nothing for the next few months).

Not tht we have a problem with that. I mean atleast not me.I've thoroughly enjoyed my 6 months of 'WORK'. i.e about one month of classroom training(more like college), followed by about two months of dummy project, finally put into live project, all interspersed with more days of mail checking , chatting, music searching, and basically doing nothing. What about the days of fests, team building sessions, and so much more recreational activities...? now thats somehting we used to look forward to and thoroughly enjoyed..:)....in the process were created friendships that are carrying on inspite of our 'HECTIC' schedules...

Birthday celebrations ,
Birthday bumps,
cakes,
treats,
paper ball fights,
water throwing fights,
paper balls-dipped-in-water/tea/coffee fights,
bets to throw water at somebody,
somebody challenging another to throw an open knife at him and the other person willingly complying,
trips to hospitals,
searching for new eating joints other than the cafetaria food,
romances floating in the air but never really materializing ,
dramas,
gossip,
salsa dances,
Hindi dances,
never-ending group mails,
group trips,
listening to songs from the other cubicle by puttin the head phone on full volume and transferring it to this side ,
complaints from HR abt sound levels,
guys and girls runnin after/admiring ladies and men (respectively of course)from other departments,
bitter truths about people (one has a major crush on) already being married,
a couple going out for a lone date and then teased forever after tht,
a guy perennialy dedicated to annoying the rest of the batch,
statewise insults...especially about the EAST,
giving HI-Fives,
threatening to hit ppl where they are already hurt,
Birthday surprises right at home,
sharing songs,
christening people with names related to Fairy Tales, State, size and sexuality,
revenge,
forwarding stupid mails just to annoy someone,
....hahaha...
a guy dedicated to starting clubs who got so frustrated at the low membership that he got a transfer and left the city,
people attending birthday treats the night before CAT exam,
watching movies in the training room,
sleeping in lectures all day and waking up only during breaks,
reading novels in class while nodding(as if understanding every single word),
people getting angry at small things,
'Filmi' dialogues,
playing dumb charades,
sitting in the lawn and wondering why is that we have cubicles,
playing basketball and dislocating an arm,
playing volleyball inspite of a permanently damaged right foot,
playing TT till its 9 pm so tht one can catch the 9pm cab,
doing nothing all day,
starting to work at 4:30 pm and leaving at 10pm to show the company people how dedicated they are,
using G-Talk to talk overseas,
being all day on the phone,
writing stupid stuff as this........................

:)Too much hard work...isn't it?

Maybe we should ask for a raise or something...?

Whatsay?