Thursday, March 19, 2009

Insert Semi Colon Here

While I am inserting commas, someone, somewhere is:

a. performing a life saving open heart surgery

b. discovering a life saving drug

c. putting out a fire that threatened to ravage homes

d. impeding the progress of a rape

e. constructing a hospital for the poor

f. pulling out a tooth

g. getting people married

h. subtitling movies

I hate being an editor.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Scraping off Pounds at the Bottom of the Me

All it took was for me to announce to my roommates that I was on a diet, for the advice to come pouring in.


It was as though they had been long waiting for just such an announcement from me, so that they could make their palak paneer and buy their Cadbury Bournvilles while being assured in the knowledge that I would not be able to contribute to its diminishment. "Don't eat paneer. It's terrible for you" said my roommate as she devoured her paneer/tomato something cooked in wine. "No potatoes, no rice, eat lots of bread or chapathi, there's this wonderful new diet thing from Horlicks, I'll buy you one of those tomorrow" she said as she smiled, comfortable in the knowledge that it would be fried egg for breakfast for her tomorrow.
As I sighed and chopped up the cucumbers and tomatoes and carrots for my meagre lunch, and tried in vain to get my boyfriend to show me some sympathy and try to stop me from starving myself, KFC meals and burgers wafted in and out of my thoughts.
And a couple of minutes later my other amateur chef of a roommate turned up and announced how she's going to do all the cooking for the next two weeks. Must be one of those years.


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Why Babies Cry

"Will you quit yer bawling" yelled the harrassed-looking woman to the little baby crying its eyes out in the walker. The baby was silenced for a moment as it pondered what it ought to do next. It then viciously bit into the tail of the unsuspecting billy goat standing next to it, and resumed its wailing.
"There you've gone and got rid of the goat! I don't know why that father of yours spends so much money on you! First you poison the mockingbird, then you feed the horse the diamond ring and then you break the looking glass - and what a fine looking glass that was - and still your father goes out and buys you a goat! A stinking goat that was only good for eating up all my precious doilies. I thought I'd at least fatten it up for Easter, but that plan just ran out the door!
"He never buys me any of those fancy things. Think how good that diamond ring would've looked on my finger... Oh, now I hope he doesn't go and buy you a cart and bull like he'd promised; then we'll never get that fancy new car I keep nagging him to buy. You'd better keep your little trap shut or I'll scald you alive with this broth I'm cooking!"
The baby merely glared sullenly at the woman and attempted to sink its little teeth into the back of her leg but missed as she moved to turn down the stove.
"Honey, I'm home!" came a happy cry from the front door. As if on cue, the baby started to bawl.
"... and look what I've bought the young 'un..." he continued, in tune with a loud bellowing of what sounded suspiciously like a bull.

Friday, March 06, 2009

Comfortably Dumb

(or, how to survive in a corporate with your brain intact) 

1. Put on the mask of transparency.

Dissolve. Fade into the background. Disguise yourself as a piece of the furniture. You aren't going to be recognised for any amount of work you do so you might as well pretend you don't exist. That would save you a lot of trouble of actually doing any real work. The boss would be too busy flirting with more attractive nonworkers to notice.

2. Smile a lot, especially at people you don't like.

When spoken to, you can also respond with a smile. This would give the person who dared to speak to you the creeps, thereby preventing any further occurrences of having to make conversation with the same.

3. Bow a lot.

Managers like servility. Bows can be administered at any angle you wish as long as your head is closer to the ground while you are giving it. The boss would be too busy checking out the ass of your female coworker as you're bowing to notice the angle of it, anyway. He might even give you a pat on the head for moving your head out of his line of vision.

4. Begin to hear selectively.

For instance, if the dramatic coworker suddenly utters a loud sigh in an effort to grab your attention, continue doing whatever you were doing with your computer. She will probably give up a few pretend-sighs later and go find someone else to bother. This would save you the trouble of having to listen to the events of her life of the past twenty-four hours, and give you more time to google.

5. As far as possible, do not make eye contact.

This is easy when you're in your seat. All you need to look at is your computer screen even if the person next to you is trying to engage you in conversation. When you are out of your seat and walking along corridors, stare fixedly at some point before you, in the air or on the ground, so as to avoid making eye contact with people who might want to extract some work or other amusement out of you. Failure to do this will result in work. Or torture.

6. Be good at nothing.

Remember in school when you were the only one who knew all the answers to the quiz, the first one to finish the class tests and the only one who ever did your homework? Well, it's time to stop being that person. Appear talentless as far as possible, to avoid being used by management to do work they were supposed to have done. Look at the bright side. It isn't as if you'd be paid extra for pitching in. At least you still get your usual pay.

All in all, the dumb act works well in corporate situations. Nodding your head a lot at meetings, blinking a lot when a manager is giving you specific instructions and repeatedly asking the question 'what?' when something is assigned to you will not only prevent a lot of work being dumped on you, but will also prevent subsequent heartburn, stress and the pain that comes from seeing someone dismiss as paltry something you actually put your best effort into. Learn from me, and ye shall live yet another day in the deep dark horrorsome world of the corporate.

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Subliminal Torture in the New Age

If I do exactly as you desire, will you let me be? If I bend myself backward to do as you would, will you finally cease the torture? If I crumple myself in totality such that my withering spine gives way completely, will you at last feel sated?

How can I serve you today, my lord? What subhuman servile task can I perform for you today? 

I've licked the dust off my own feet and yours, I've kissed the ground with the length of my body, I've given myself up totally to the infliction of pain by your honourable self. When will you finally release me?

I've let the blood soak my limbs and felt it trickle into the very crevices that make me the fragile human being I am, I've tasted the saltiness of the fluids that seep out of me and have lost the strength to wipe them away. I no longer own dignity, my lord; I know that makes you glad.

But, my lord, my body is not as young as it used to be, to withstand the continuous tribulation. I hear my lungs rasping now with each new unbearable agony I undergo. But I know my lord is still not happy and my lord would still like to hear my agonising screams over and over again.

Then continue to cause me to suffer, my lord, until you are well pleased. Crush me underfoot till my cries no longer resound in your empty halls. Go on and on with your most horrorsome torments until my spirit too ebbs away and dies and all that is left is the voiceless, lifeless emptiness that is much like that which exists within your own self.