Archive for January, 2007
Yogi meets Kandan
With an Orange turkey towel on his head and a plastic pen in his shirt, Yogi started the new variant genetic bike, a hexagonal reverberator.
He ignited the bike using his left leg, accelerated using his right hand, changed the gear using his right leg, applied clutch using his left hand. All his body parts were busy with the bike.
His next stop was towards a deserted village to the south east of Usilampatti. He had given an appointment to Kandan, year ago. Kandan is a poor farmer with lot of miseries and burden.
Kandan started crying at the sight of Yogi. He complained to Yogi that his son is no more coming to village to see him and his wife. Kandan cried heartily and complained Yogi that he does not have enough money to take care of his daily life.
Yogi picked hand full of salt and mixed it with finely filtered dust and blew the mix into Kandan’s eyes even before he could realise it.
He then opened Kandan’s mouth and sprinkled Asoefoedita. Thn he gave the farmer a multivitamin injection and asked the farmer to kneel down over a patch of grass.
Yogi started giving him “knowledge” transfer at medium decibel.
A man without miseries is a God. When a man learns to live with his miseries and still if he is able to appreciate the finer aspects of life, then he is said to be knowledgeable.
Stop worrying about others. Only your life is yours. What you see as your life is false. When you worry for someone’s false life, be it your mother-father-son-or-wife, it is false too.
Kandan fell before Yogi.
Yogi poured a bottle full of 40% Fat lassi, made out of skimmed milk. over Kandan’s head and left the place like a meteor.
Some updates
To all the regular,irregular,non existent readers of my blog and others:
I represented my company for the recently held job fair. While at airport I almost collided with Rajnikanth. He was rushing towards some filght.
Next day evening I was watching the india west indies match in TV…. Rajni in TV with his daughter… at Chepauk.!!!
Today Morning, I saw few famous Kerala artistes in my abode’s restaurant, having food next to me. They were Innocent(believe me, its a name) and Srinivasan. (amazing artistes, so said my mallu friend).
While checking out of my abode, Gopika checked in. She was as fresh as a refrigerated cucumber.
I have disabled my comments without any reason, without giving notice. I shall activate it again in a week or two. Most of you know my mail Id, so you can always reach me…if you wish.
Futile Observations
During a day a man or a woman at least do 100 actions, both repeatable and non-repeatable. Out of these actions only 20% of the actions are out of instinct, which does not require any intelligence. The rest of the actions are for other people.
I am listing down some of the actions:
1) Coughing during work. Out of 10, 1 might be a genuine cough.
2) Laughing like a wolf near corridors.
3) Looking at watch.
4) Removing invisible dust from shirt, pant while waiting for someone.
5) Reading news papers without any interest while waiting for some one in the reception.
6) Having coffee with 5 different set of groups and smoking with 3 different set of groups.
7) Enquiring about family members.
Repetition:
During a day a man or a woman at least do 100 actions, both repeatable and non-repeatable. Out of these actions only 20% of the actions are out of instinct, which does not require any intelligence. The rest of the actions are for other people. Life is totally boring when you are forced to do the 80 extra actions.
