The Other Side of Life

I hate office mail chains. Detest them. Abhor them. As much as I abhor the idea of working for a living. I don't get the logic behind single line replies or retorts in some cases, that go on till eternity, getting bitchier and ruder with each passing mail. One fine day you are in the CC list of an innocent mail and the next day you find yourself in the "To" list. The how, why and when of that action is impossible to trace thanks to the unbelievable length of the mail chain and insensible answers that you will have to sift through to solve the mystery. To save this world from getting dragged into a quagmire of mail chains and "Reply to all" mess-ups, I thought of a way out. Remember Gandhiji's Talisman that was the first printed page of every NCERT book? I present to you the Worst Case Scenario Talisman . It is simple enough. "Whenever you are in doubt about the work-life balance syndrome, or when you spend a night too many working, apply the following t

In my humble opinion, there are two types of wishes that do not get fulfilled. Type 1 consists of those wishes which resemble the weekly shopping lists of the Ambani wives. Something to the effect of: Withdraw $1 Million from ATM Yacht  - 1/2 nos. (Depending on availability) - Pink Mansion - 1 nos. - 27 storey ( With servants ) Change for $10,000 note - Urgent Merc - 1 nos. - (Anything but Black, white, silver, red - Have those) Charity for photo-op We will not discuss these type of wishes because of fears of privacy infringement. We don't want tomorrow's headline to look like this: " Young, pretty Blogger sued for million dollars by Ambanis for publishing private diary entries. Forced to close down blog." The Million dollars I can part with, but the blog is too precious. ;-) That brings me to Type 2 of unfulfilled wishes. These are the wishes which pertain to your inherent being, things which can never change about you, things which are innate to you. And t

..to the girl from the other side of life!  How are you? Good? Hmm? I *think* I am back on the blog world. Or at least I am trying to, and step 1, of course, means visiting all my favorite blogs and commenting there! So expect lots of comments from me in the next couple of days.  In other news, I am good. Doing just fine. No big news except for the very shocking fact that I have seen only 3 episodes of Grey's Anatomy Season - 6. Me. Ms. P. The girl who lives and dies Greys. The girl who follows Grey's Insider on Twitter. The girl who believes all doctors are naturally good looking. The girl who exaggerates trivial symptoms in her head because she *thinks* she heard Dr. Derek discuss a similar symptom bloat into some enormous medical jargon, in Season 3, episode 17. You get the picture. The same girl has not seen season 6.  Do not worry, though. I am on the case. The downloaded episodes have been transferred to a pen drive and the HUGE, new LCD TV awaits an all-nighter o