The crazy guy inside me

Of late, I have been asked by many people if I am crazy. Usually, the conversation starts when I, in my moments of self doubt, ask my lady friends if they think I am good looking. Usually, this question is ignored or replied with a "No!!". Then I share my insecurity with them, "Maybe, she thought I was ugly looking. That's why she left me". And pat comes the reply, "Are you crazy??!!". Yeah, I guess people are not so heartless that they opt out of a relationship because of their mates repulsive looks. If that were the reason then probably they wouldn't have entered into the relationship in the first case. Not to say that I am repulsive. In fact, I am not even unattractive.

My ex trails my close friends by a close margin in calling me crazy. Sometimes it is because of some favour I did to her by going out of my way. I think those times she is not accusing me of being crazy. It is her way of thanking way for going that extra mile to prove my worth. Other times, she doesn't actually say aloud that I am crazy. But I know that is what must have been going through her mind. After all, after all these years, I had learned to read between the lines when I was talking/chatting to her. Like the other night, when she didn't receive my call for whatever reasons and I went berserk and called her 35-40 times before she finally had to pick up the call.

The problem is not that people ask me if I am crazy. The problem is that I do have a crazy part inside me. Sometimes it is that crazy person that people adore. Like the one who is crazy enough to tell that boss that he might be wrong about something (and then go on to systematically prove that he was infact wrong). Other times, it is the person that people truly loathe. Like the time when I called her 35-40 times just because I was irritated that she wouldn't pick up the phone. Or the time when I tried to tell her that she had cheated on me and she didn't deserve me. Now that I think about it, people shouldn't be told that they don't deserve you. I told her through words. She had told me by hiding her new relationship with the other guy. It was crazy of me to say whatever I said. And again, that guy wasn't me. It was the crazy guy inside me.

So what should I do about this other person. Should I get some help, or should I let him remain inside me and just come out when I've been battered down. Because he really only comes out when I feel battered down emotionally.  I've told myself that I wouldn't let him take over me. Afterall, I am one of the good guys. 

Some really great advertisements

The other day, I received these very creative advertisements through email. I thought they are really sharing material types. So here are few of them:

By Mumbai Police. Replace yolk with brain matter,
and the message hits you hard.

What else can I say?

By Seagram, asking drivers to chose between
either of the two. It's simplicity is something
which I really liked.

Nice and soft!

For a karate school.

To me contrasting is one of the better techniques of
drawing out a message. But over here this was taken
to another level.

Do you need a caption for this one?

A handy time saving tool.

Some part of my work involves playing with MS Office applications (isn't fun when there are 500+ emails to be sent). Thus, naturally I am always scavenging the internet for add-in packages, pre-built macros, scripts etc. that would reduce my time spent multifold.

About two weeks back, I came across this simple script - that adds attachments to all pending emails in your outbox (you would have thought that such a simple requirement would have crossed the highly paid Microsoft business analysts, engineers).

Just go to http://omma.sourceforge.net/

Follow the instructions. They are really easy to understand.

Trust me guys, when it comes to sending out emails with attachments, this really works.

Its so much better than clicking each email, manually attaching the required file etc. 

I tend to trust my fellow humans a lot. Someone sitting somewhere in a cubicle would have thought about this and would have probably done something about it, isnt it? 

Too many assumptions?

I saved 5-6 work hours time last week because of these assumptions.

Who's smiling now???

I forgive you, my enemy!

Many people like to bury the hatchet. Not me. I have always been prone to remember all the quarrels, disputes etc etc I was always in.

Its funny, I cant remember what was the most delightful moment I had in my high school. (Actually I do, it was topping in English for the third time in the row...but thats not the point). But, I definitely remember what was the fiercest fight I had.

Psychologists say that your brain always blocks out the negative memories that you have. And, it remembers the lighter ones, the delightful ones. Thats how atleast 90% of the world's population is supposed to work (I think thats a stat by Sigmund Freud).

But not me, I am supposed to be different. I am one of those people who are like the punching bags for the rest of the worlds population. All your good work is credited out to someone else. All others faults are credited out to you. Same story in high school, business school and work.

Lols. That's fucking sad, isn't it?

Coming back to where we started, what can you do about such a thing?

Well, I will do, what I have always done.

Say: I forgive you, my enemy!

You might have stolen my show, thats alright.

You might have got used to pushing me under the bus, that alright.

You might trample me and walk all over me, thats alright.

In the end, we will all be dead. And then would it matter, I wronged whom and who wronged me?

Learning French isnt is as much fun as it sounds.

Believe me guys its one of the hardest things in life to learn a new language, particularly at post-graduation time, when people already face a dearth of time. Anyways, in my case French is an year long course @ IB in SIMSR.

Its really difficult to remember all the new words and terms. Their grammar structure is very complex and very different from that of English. Like for example to say 99 in French you have to say quatre-ving-dix-neuf (four twenty eleven , if word by word translation is done; but actually it refers to multiplying 20 with four and adding 19 to it).

They do not say, " My name is __________"; they say, "I call myself ______". They do not say, "I drank water"; they say, "I come from ___________".

Moreover they have seperate words for black (m), black (f), just like in Hindi. And the sentence changes when one is talking with respect (Vous used for You) and when one is casually (Tu being used rather than Vu).

Anyways, but I really like studying French. I don't know why but I really enjoy it.
But the bottom line remains that it is difficult.

Who said that 2nd year is not hectic??

I was actually looking forward to a hell of an academic year filled with fun in the beginning of the 2nd year. But what I am experiencing is not what I asked for - not even a bit of it. We are already troubled with tha fact that the crazy psyco is teaching us two subjects - Business policy and International Marketing.

This trimester classes have been hectic- gone are the three days' holidays. We have been living in an officially 6 day week. Next trimester, it gets better! The frequency of classes is all set to increase with classes being held on Sunday (We're getting Saturday as a holiday, thank god). Thats because we will be taught 12 courses in the next trimester (that means in 3-3.5 months, academic year is almost 10 months long).

Let's see if I will survive.

Bad Grammar- Lyrics of a parody

Lyrics of a parody that was uploaded on youtube by user: jamesatwar
(Go check his videos, they are really funny)
I aint got no reason
I aint got no motive to articulate
My consonants and vowels
I see no good reason to enunciate

Baby its alright you got no eloquence
As long as it rhymes
It dun have to make sense
Jus' throw out all those grammatical elements
There ain' no need to say it right
Its a latest trend
We can all begin
To use some bad grammar

All the latest songs
Like to say it wronf
We be singing wit' some bad grammar

Take tha last word
Off the end of words
Now you talkin' wit' some bad grammar

I ain' pulling tricks
With my liguistics
I'm just talkin' Some bad grammar

I dun use any syntax
I got no idea what
A singular verb is
I'm worser t superlatives
And I dont't ever use no double negatives

Baby its all right
Comeon now dont feel skurred
Its a latest crazr
to mispronounce some words
like instead of "Hi there"
some people say hi dere
And I wont spell it right

Its a latest trend
Go tell all your friends
We can all begin to use some bad grammar