Friday, April 30, 2010

Thank you!

Everyday, life throws one asshole at you, or more. I say, one asshole at a time please. The reason God created assholes is that he wants you to excel at people management skills. Trust me on this one. But my advice to you all, don’t become one – Kush Zaveri


This blog is a special tribute to the Assholes out there.

Thank you. Thank you for being such assholes. It’s because of you assholes that I’ve come so far in life. I dedicate all my achievements in life to you guys. I wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for your hypocrisy. I wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for your sarcasm. Every time you tell me I can’t do something, makes me ascent to the next level. Every time you tell me I’m wrong, I start believing in myself, it helps me regain my self-confidence and strengthens my perception of you being an impeccable asshole. You always make me realize how great I am by putting forward your moronic views. The best part is it keeps both of us happy. You take proud of being such an asshole and I laugh at you for being so.

Thank you assholes!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The saddest bunch of buggers

Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

According to a recent study done by one of the useless research agencies - which by the way, have no other useful thing to do but to observe things and prepare a two page document on it - a milieu where a group of people per 10 square meter are always seen sad is a transport carrying IT professionals in the wee hours of the day to their respective work place. Seriously, if you want to see a saddest bunch of buggers together, board a company bus or a shuttle as it is better known as in IT world.


Each of these buggers is a character in itself. They have their own way showing off the moron in them. Being the Greatest Man Alive, I had something to say and that’s when I decided to do some analysis and come up with my own research paper on it. So if you have never travelled by a company shuttle or in case if you have and want to relate to the morons, below are the type of sad buggers:

The Yak’kers

The quality of a Yak’ker is measured by the number of words he/she speaks per 5 minutes. A moderate Yak’ker speaks around 5000 to 6000 words per 5 minutes depending on the topic. A benchmark is yet to be set for Extreme Yak’kers, the only thing I know about them is, they sometimes take a break of 1 or 2 milliseconds just to breathe. The problem with this breed is that they always have a topic to Yak about. They also have a lot of questions. Just the other day, one of the Yak’kers wanted to know why the sea is moving into the land on the west side of India and why it is moving away from the east. He wanted to know, he was determined. I tried a couple of answers but he was inconvincible, I even told him “Probably the trajectory of the earth might have tilted a bit towards the right and that’s why the water is moving in on the west and going away from the east”. But he didn’t buy that shit. It’s too hard to deal with these kinda people. Sometimes even Google isn't good enough for these bunch of buggers.

But even after all the yakking, they still look sad.

The Readers

There are two types of readers – Newspaper readers and Novel readers. Newspaper readers always read the newspaper twice, back to front and front to back or vice versa. I never really understood the reason behind doing this, but I had to convince myself somehow, so I started assuming that either they are too unsure of what they read and they had to make sure about it or they are hired by the newspaper company to count the number of words. There is nothing much to talk about the Novel readers, every time I see, they are on the same page.

But even after all the reading and pretending, they still look sad.

The Dogs

Dogs are the bunch of buggers who stick their head out of the window and look at every girl on the way with their tongues hanging low from the window till the road below. Not even a single woman is missed.

But even after all the drooling, they still look sad.

The Sleepers

Suddenly you realize that the floor of the bus is kind of wet, and what do you know? It’s the river of saliva flowing out of some sleeping bugger’s mouth. How can somebody sleep like this in middle of the rock music played by the every lose part of the bus? They always have to be woken up by someone on the arrival, using a tool like newspaper or something else, so that you don't get your hands dirty with the saliva all over their body. And the reaction of their's upon being woken up is a visual treat, they act as if they have been brought to Mars instead of office and they look at the person waking them up as if they were an alien with two heads and 6 eyes.

But even after all the sleeping, they still look sad.

The Women

Women are the most diversified bunch of buggers. There are women who wear 57 layers of make-up and as soon as they enter the bus they look at every one just to make sure they are watching her back, but in most of the cases, they are not, except the Dogs that is. There are women who listen to iPod and sit as if they were asked not to move a bit as long as they are in the bus, they just keep looking in the same direction until they arrive. Then there are women who are always pregnant, they are seen only for 3-4 months in a year, rest of the time, they are busy making babies.

But even after all the diversification, they still look sad.

The Route coordinators

Route coordinators are like Chief Ministers, but instead of governing a state, they govern the people of the bus. They know everything about everything going on in and around the bus. They are always the first ones to board the bus and they always occupy the first row in front of the entrance of the bus where they can see all the other buggers coming in. They always keep track of time, they know at what time the bus will hit a particular signal or a tree or a hump or a light pole or a pothole or a beautiful girl waiting at some bus stand. 30 seconds difference and the driver get the brunt. Mostly because he missed seeing that girl. Being empowered they have right to speak to anyone, most importantly women. They also have their own way of greeting people, when a guy boards the bus, they say “Good Morning” and when it’s a girl the tone changes it’s a long “Haiiiiiiiii”. WTF?

But even after all the coordination, they still look sad.

Me

As far as I’m concerned, I watch all this drama. I do a little bit of everything.

But even after doing a little bit of everything, I still look sad.


But you know what the funniest part of the whole commotion is? When the band of these sad buggers arrive to the campus, the ones sitting at the last get out first. Its a mad rush. They want to get out of there as soon as possible. Everyday I wonder, if they were so eager to come to the office and start working ASAP, why the fuck were they sad all along the ride?

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

A bug in my code

Somebody really screwed up my code before installing me in this world. Especially, when they scripted the "Karma" module. There is a severe bug in my whole system. I do believe in Karma, but when it comes to my life, it just doesn't seem to be so. The theory of Karma says that what you give is what you get. Do good and the good will come to you, do bad and the bad will surely come. Being the Greatest Man Alive, I had to decode this bug and find out the root cause of why this theory didn't work for me. So when my genius mind started to do so, it actually found the real error in the code. Here it is:












Somebody forgot to declare the “if(he does something good)” statement!! Where is the fuckin’ good part?

I tried, but even reboot didn’t help. I thought I’d have to live with this bug forever. That’s when the fighter in me came up with a patch of acceptance.

Saturday, April 17, 2010

A confession

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I’ve committed the worst crime, I killed someone today. But I had to set myself free from his constant bedevilment and exasperation. I had to set myself free from his titillation which terrorized me in the middle of the night, after which I sat wide awake in abhorrence that he would return. All my unsuccessful pursuits in fear and anxiety, only to find him gone; disappear like a fart in the wind!

But today morning, he appeared. So ugly, so awful, so hideous and gross, it makes me throw-up. I could see the grotesque that he was. With my head held up high, I decided that today I would have my revenge. I would kill that bastard. He tried to deceive and elope upon seeing me, but not today. He just could not betray my murderous will. This was my chance, my day! I swallowed my fear and quickly gathered my weapons, the weapons of mass destruction – Hit and broom. I sprayed him dead. I stabbed him with the broom of mass destruction until his limbs stopped moving. I killed that Cockroach.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

But why do I feel he is still around?

Monday, April 12, 2010

I'm ready to be served as lunch

Any cannibals around? Coz I'm ready to be served as lunch. I have had been baked at 38 degrees consistently throughout the night, so I'm well done now. Waste no time, order me now, before I get over-cooked... and yes, free home delivery and a bottle of cold drink of your choice!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

A mistake

This time I made a big mistake selecting 'Man' in the Born-As field while filling up the form before taking birth. Huge mistake, I tell ya. "No Man, always remember; no Man!" I told myself.

Next time its going to be a beautiful Cow growing up on a dairy farm in Switzerland. All I'll have to do is, get high on green grass in midst of nature and occasionally give milk. And be proud when people say "hmm yummy cheese!"

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Its how we perceive it

Wether it is good or bad, right or wrong, acceptable or unacceptable, doable or undoable, positive or negative, love or hate, ethical or unethical, holy or unholy, me or you; at the end of the day, its how we perceive it!

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Global Warming

Sometimes, I'm for Global Warming. Burn the oil I say, throw chemical waste everywhere, increase pollution, go nuclear... Let's bring an end to all this bullshit, let's start anew! Atleast for the first few lifetimes we'll be living in peace trying to figure out WTF is going on.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Take no shit

Take my advice if you want to succeed in life, don't put up with anybody's shit, don't be anybody's bitch, don't give a shit, and don't make anybody ur bitch!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

When your name is Hardik

Just saw some guy named Hardik reply to one of the friend's post on Facebook. So as usual the Writer in me had something to say, here it goes:

When your name is Hardik, you dont have to do anything to please anyone, especially women, just say your name and the they would go weak on their knees. Leave alone the men, they are always going to envy you!

Wow, what a name..

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Take me to some other place

There is too much cruetly in this world; take me to some other place, take me to a place where sanity is still not an endangered word, where sunshine and rain are still celebrated, where peace is the name of the game, take me to a place where I can be Human again!