Go Zigzag To Get The Best aka Stay Patient at all Costs

So what do you do when you are called into a meeting for the Nth time and the agenda is observation of office timings? You are rarely disobeying the law but are called in just to “discuss” why others are doing it because you are a manager. The meeting that is never ever fruitful. A gathering where we always state our problems but neither get any commitments from the management nor solutions.

Are you allowed to scream like hell and run out of there? Can you show discontent and force others to kick you out? Can you roar and scare everybody away? What can you do actually? In which wall can you go and bang your head.

I am tired of the meaningless solution-less talk by people around me. I am tired of not doing or not being able to do productive stuff to solve problems. Maybe I am just sick and tired of my current job. Maybe it has finally gotten to me. Should I quit or hang in there till I get my bonus?

Damn humans! Always thinking of money and benefits. Slaves of their rational thought. But I guess the humans also have a taste of doing the “heart’s desire” and getting hurt. So come to think of it, there is no choice. This way is a high climb up, that way a long fall down. Situations are never perfect. We have to zigzag our way through to get the best deal available.

You Take My Self Control

A couple of days ago when I pulled out the weighing machine from under the sofa and stepped on it, I got a big shock. I was horror stricken to see that I had not only gained the “only” Kg that I had lost in the previous few weeks but had also gained a bit more than that. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have an action plan to roll back the “gain”. *sigh*

When I reached my office that day, I realised that I have been having a lot of tea/coffee there lately. It hit me that each cup (read big mug) contains sugar, even if it is half a teaspoon. And every little contributes towards something huge. So I made a resolution not to have tea/coffee any more.

I wrote this down on a “disabled” post-it that lacked the sticky substance and required crutches of scotch tape to be posted somewhere. I couldn’t get the required prescribed treatment (scotch tape) for the only lonely post-it. So instead of getting posted on my monitor, it got stuck in my file folder. I kept looking at its red text on the yellow background from time to time. It even made me think twice (maybe thrice) each time I ordered tea. I managed to cut down a few mugs but couldn’t stop completely. With this entire struggle the day finally ended and I was knocked out.

The next morning, I was slightly sleep deprived (due to unscheduled load-shedding on the previous night). I went to the office, looked at my post-it banner, and resisted ordering coffee. But then I was asked if I wanted some. The first thing I did was to take out the post-it and tear it into tiny pieces. Threw the remains in the bin and then nodded yes to confirm my order. *evil laugh*

That was an exhibition of how little self control I can demonstrate. On being offered tea or coffee i can easily hum Laura Branigan's song 'Self Control' (You take my self, you take my self control). ;-) hehe

Oh well! Live is short and one CANNOT live without caffeine. Trust me. ;-)

4th Anniversary: mykahani.blogspot.com

I know I forgot to celebrate on the exact day but then better late than never. Let's start with some history. July 15, 2004 was the day this blog was born. That was the day I stepped into the realm of blogging and made my very first post. Since then the frequency of postings has been deviating but there has never been a moment when I thought of quitting. My blog showcases the good times I have had as well as some bad kinks of my life. It has always been a pal and has always empowered me with the power of expression and free speech. Many people would not even understand the joys my blog has brought to me (and I am in no mood to explain).

Here I also need to mention all the readers who have been reading the blog regularly and/or off and on. Without their reading contribution it would have been harder getting here so easily. The blog does empower the writer but it is the reader who empowers a blog.

This year on July 15, 2008, my blog had its 4th anniversary. I hope that my blog and I can grow together over the next numerous moments in time, till the day I depart from this world. I know I would leave sooner as it is impossible for me to image the death of all blogger servers. ;-)

May we have a wonderful time ahead as we have had so far on the journey upon which we have embarked hand in hand. May we find many a friends on our way to cherish. :-)

Spelling Bloopers and Me

One of the tasks that I am supposed to do at work while reviewing documents is to correct any spelling mistakes found. My boss is very particular about this issue and so am I. He says that complicated and complex mistakes can be easily explained to the clients. But spelling mistakes merely portray a picture of sloppy work. I cannot agree more to his comments as I believe it to be true too.

I am now so used to spotting spelling mistakes that I can sense them from miles away. Off course the work processor is my best friend in this regard. But I have also been taught well at school as far as spellings are concerned. I have also become pretty confident too that spelling errors in a document scanned by my eagle eyes would not go unnoticed and corrected.

Lately the confidence has been shaken a bit. I had been going through some older posts on my own blog and spotted a handful of such bloopers. I found ‘film’ to be written as ‘filem’. I found ‘there’ to be written as ‘theer’. And I even found the title of one of my post saying ‘motivativating’ instead of ‘motivating’. This one I found by chance as some poor gal or guy had searched for this and had been redirected to my blog. That person would surely have made a mistake in spelling the word out. But it led to me finding my blunder and correcting it.

Now I am planning to go through a number of my previous posts every day and correct any and all spelling slip ups that I may find. I hope my eagle eyes can work as well on my personal stuff as they work for my official work. If I fail I would soon be putting up an advertisement for the post of a proof reader. Be on the look out! ;-)

Happiness via Ctrl+F5

Do I really think that continuously pressing Ctrl+F5 on my site counter statistics page would actually increment my blog hit counter reading? Not really! But it is fun doing it. And when after such a Ctrl+F5, the counter reading does increase, due to an actual hit, I do feel joy. ;-) hehe It doesn't matter at that time if i had had to Ctrl+F5 a thoudand times just to see my counter increment by 1. It's just plain simple joy. Tears of happiness slowly flood my eyes. (OK well this is a bit too much exaggeration! But i know you won't mind, now would you?)

Such little things make a silly girl like me happy. I must really be silly. :-)

Oh here i go again!

Catch Me if You Can!

It was already painful to see Facebook and Orkut blocked yet again in my office. And then I found out that Blogger was blocked too. Tears rushed to my eyes and a fierce storm built up. But I calmed it and stayed composed. Didn't let a soul know about the pain induced on me due to this blockage. It was tough keeping my cool but I managed to do that.

And then, it dawned upon me that accessing blogger.com was not the only way to blog. *evil laugh* I could blog via e-mail too. This is exactly what I am doing right now. Catch me of you can, my dear OM and NA. *giggles*

Fruitful Day

Today seems like a fruitful day. I managed to do my laundry amidst the load-shedding. Had a 'girls day out' and saw the movie i had been waiting for, for the past so many months. Incremented my PuzzleBee rank. Did a couple of other chores. I, however, could not touch the bundle i had brought from office. That i will take care of in the morning. Did have another setback when i tried to blog in Urdu but failed. But that is also a minor wrinkle that i can easily iron out. So i guess the day was pretty much fruitful. :-D

Dolki & Gol Gappay

While regularly checking out my blog counter statistics, I have come to know that many of the people who hit my blog are looking for the recipe of 'gol gappay' or they are eager to learn 'how to play dholki'. Well sometimes I feel embarrassed that getting thrown on the sands of my personal blog wasts their time. I might feel the same way if i was looking for something specific and irrelevant stuff came up in the search (disguised perfectly as highly relevant stuff). To mend this I have decided to look for the gol gappa recipe as well as tutorials on playing dholki. When I find something good, I will put up links to that 'real' stuff here on this blog. This way people would get a least bit of usefullness out of their visit here.

Important: This blog was never meant to be useful to anyone in any way. I am just feeling bad for the lost souls so that is why embarking upon this quest of finding relevant stuff for them. ;-)

Flooded News Feed

The activity on my Facebook News Feed suddenly increased by leaps and bounds a couple of days ago. I did not know what was going on. And then i realized that my youngest cousin (17 years younger) had joined in. And just as new kids are with their enthusiasm and curiosity, she seemed to have installed practically all the quizzes and gift sending applications available on Facebook. When i go to her profile, it is difficult to find my way through those quizzes & applications to the wall to write a few words. But i successfully stumble all the way to the wall and back. It's not bad to have your news feed flooded. Just observing till when will all this gushing enthusiasm last. ;-)

'Text' Badminton

Today i was too busy with work, training sessions and meetings. Didn't have much time to play. There was no loadshedding today either. So practically no chance to have a real game of badminton (getting muscles pulled couldn't diminish my game playing spirits). As i couldn't play the real way, i played it with texts. Sent so many texts to my mates and got so many back that it did seem like badminton (or Tennis, as i call this vigorous exchange between two ends at times). The frequency of sending and recieving texts was also like a series of continuous shots from the rackets that prevent a shuttlecock from falling to the ground.

I didn't even quit during dinner. ;-) My father should his displeasure but that didn't stop me either. What i did to provide peace and quite at the table was to make my phone silent. ;-) hehe As they say, where there is a will there a way. I enjoyed the 'text' badminton but it cost me a fortune. Well did cost me a few Pak rupee tenners but i guess what i did was worth it. At the end of it all, success embraced me as i had finalised a 'seemingly impossible' get together with my pals. ;-)