The Other Side of Life

Today I learnt, the exact way in which jet-lag works and my mind is boggled. I had the weirdest, worst possible understanding in my head. And I realized today, how wrong I was. I basically thought, your body clock matches the clock of the place you land. All you have to do, is catch up on sleep. For example, if you are flying to London from India and reach London at 11 pm, India time, which is 6:30 pm London time, it is just perfect, because now, you can immediately fall asleep and not wake up till 7 am, London time, which is 11:30 am India time. Now, you are all caught up on sleep. If you are confused, don't worry. This is the wrong explanation. The real explanation is this. Just because the time shows you gained 5 hours, does not mean your body knows that. (That I did not know this, when this is the exact definition of jet lag, is something so strange and surprising that I am amazed). You don't want to wake up till 7 am London time, but you will get up at 2:30 am Lon...

Almost an year since I said goodbye to office and joined the B-School. Where am I today? Back in office. :-| Life, I tell you, is weird. Always a full circle. And you, like those three blind mice from the nursery rhyme, would be running around it. No hard feelings, though! In case you are wondering about the origins of these sudden philosophical musings, my summer internship started last week and when I sat in the new office, with my laptop and opened Google Reader again, a strong tsunami wave of nostalgia hit me. I suddenly remembered all the blogging I did when I worked, the number of articles I read, the new blogs I had discovered. Office is fun in some ways, I guess! :D But, college? Its fun in many more ways than I can jot down here! Goes without saying, it makes you lazy. Its taking me hours to write this post and it is pretty much non-sense. That's what an MBA does to you. Anyway, I really don't have much to share. Just didn't want the blog to look desert...

( Thank you, BlogAdda! ) So now that work's out of the way (I loved saying that!), let's get down to some serious business, shall we? Someone once told me, "There's a business model in everything." And I laughed it off. But today, I thought about that, and realized he was right. And so, presenting to you my list of top 3 business ideas.  This list is issspecial because its a reflection of the little teeeny-weeny business sense I have. Be considerate. (I am open for partnerships, especially of the monetary kind, where you bring in the money, and I bring you guaranteed fame.) FORBES TOP 3 BUSINESS IDEAS BY YOURS TRULY AT NUMBER 3: THE RETORT MACHINE Let's be frank. We have all been there, haven't we? Intense moment, strong argument, you are in the middle of it all and blank. That smartass has thrown a horrible comment at you, and you have no idea what to say. The proverbial cat which got your tongue is pretty much swinging on it, while you, poor you, you ...

Yahoooo! The lovely Raksha Bhat from A Canary's Diary has given me this wonderful award! The rules are simple: 1. Express gratitude for the blogger who awarded you this 2. Share 7 random facts about yourself 3. Pass on the award.  So point 1: Thanks for this, Raksha! I am new to your blog, but I am absolutely enjoying my stay there and catching up on reading on all your previous posts too! :) And now on to the 7 Random facts about myself: Random Fact 1: Most of the conversations I have with new people or strangers begin in the exact same way. Always.        Me: Hi. I am X.Y.Preeti. You are? Other Person: What is X.Y.? Me: Yeah. I am a South Indian. So, I have my initials before my name. Family thing. You are? Other Person: You are a SOUTH INDIAN? You don't look like one! At all. Me: Hmm. That's news. And what do we mean by "look like a South Indian" anyway? Hmm? And who the hell are you? Other Person: Arrrey no no. I meant. You know....

PS: Thanks to a template change, I lost 45 comments on this post. Fear not. I have those comments somewhere on IntenseDebate.com. Will figure out a way to get them back! :) <<Rant Alert>> I know, I know. My last post was just two days back and it is uncharacteristic of me to post so soon. But like I mentioned above, this is a rant. So, I be excused. It is not fair that I have a bad day *just* because I woke up 10 minutes 45 minutes too late in the morning. It is not fair when I need to be convince my poor little body clock that at 12 degrees maximum and 3 degrees minimum, it still does not get that few extra minutes in the razai. It is not fair that after a mad rush and a fight for the geyser with the maid, I still miss my office bus by 5 minutes. It is not fair that the Auto I take charges me 20 bucks extra because there is no change and well, it is too cold to argue. It is not fair that thanks to frozen hands, I could not feel the vibrator of my phone when a sweet col...

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...

Just in case you are wondering what I have been upto: Intense Post CWG Depression, heightened by boring cricket matches Family functions filled trip to Hyderabad Cold and Fever (I hate you for that, Hyderabad.) Work and stuff Boredom And that is pretty much going to justify the lameness this post is about to offer to you. The thing is, I am worried. I am worried about so many things, on so many levels that it is getting to my head. And because I need to clear my head, before it bursts, I decided to pass on my worries to you. Here's what I am worried about: Irritating People . I am worried about them, for them, for myself and for the world, that these utterly incompetent irritating people will take over the world some day and the Earth will launch into a spiral retrograde spin, back into primitive dark ages. And the worst part is, these people keep multiplying, like Agent Smith in Matrix Reloaded. There's that irritating smug smile on their face that says, we know it all...

I spent most of the long weekend and an additional day that I took off, reading Calvin and Hobbes. Needless to say, when I woke up this morning, I was in a delirium, because I felt like this: Just thought I should tell you this! Wish me luck for a long day ahead.. Signing out, Sigh. I need me more long weekends. Picture Courtesy: Of Course, Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson

And. With. That. We. Complete. One. Year. Of. Work. Life. <Insert claps, hoots and whistles here> *Bows* *Flying kisses* *Oh, stop now!* That's right, people! ONE whole year of work life. Sigh. I feel old now. It's been a great year, though. It also marks one whole year of active blogging life, if you know what I mean! *Wink, nudge, wink* I had a pretty cool and funny post in my head when I was deliberating writing about this, but I am not in a great mood, what with stupid rains and idiotic, brainless people at work (There were some more nice adjectives in my mind, but I refrain from posting them on a "Family Blog"). So I am going to chuck that post. Instead, I will torture you by posting a piece of fiction I wrote for a Blogathon, eons back. I did not publish it back then, because, well, it is not that good! But like I said, I am in a mood to torture you, so. Don't be too harsh on me, be considerate for my bad mood! Oh and in case you are wondering w...