A good Boss

Got this as a forward SMS:

Having a good boss is like wearing a good quality CONDOM.
It gives one a feeling of faith, confidence and security, EVEN while getting fucked.... !!!

:-)

A job to do, a job to hate...

"Oh, you hate your job? Why didn't you say so? There is a support group for that. It's called EVERYBODY, and they meet at the bar."
~ Drew Carey in Dirty Jokes and Beer

Wouldn't say anything else. More for later....
Current mood: Disillusioned...., but unruffled.

The Itch

Ever had a bad itch? A really compelling, irritating urge to do something? And if not able to do that, ever felt like strangling the one responsible for that till he chokes and then you get your heart's content?

It was 0120 hrs on 14th June (today). I was well into the Brazil match - totally absorbed, and totally oblivious of the fact that I had to go to a place called office on the same morning. At half time I was smug enough having seen a brilliant goal by Kaka shattering the nets from a distance, and then I was looking forward for some more treat for the next 45 odd mins....

Thats when the cable conked off!

Thats when I felt like murdering my cable waala guy.

I mean I've had long fights with him for the pathetic bouquet of channels that he throws in - half of them are some obscure regional shit and the 20% of the remaining ones are actually watchable, if you are lucky to have good transmission that day... But this was the limit!

I was sitting and waiting for the cable to come back as the clock ticked, well into the 2nd half. I got anxious, jittery but the blank screen didn't change.
This is one of those feelings that you get when you are desperately urging to answer Nature's big call and the only loo available is occupied by a guy who seems to be shitting out the whole weeks load, literally!
Thats the itch I was talking about...

But couldn't do much about it though - it was well into 90 mins by then... :-|
So there I cribbed and prayed that the subsequent days would be luckier and I slept.

An overdose of Soccer... I'm not complaining!

What a weekend!
For the past 50 odd hours, its been football and only football! (except of course the occasional movie on TV - this time a shitty flop Hindi flick too 'cos the VCD rental guy didnt have anything better)
The first few matches have been good, and exciting. The new stricter rules enforced by FIFA ensuring that there are lesser challenging tackles and more of skill and pace ruling the game. This means that fans like me would be treated to some amazing soccer and the Gods would go ahead and entertain, without having to worry that the next defender would jump on him like a savage and end his world-cup dreams with an injury.

This would automatically mean, more goals! :-) And only few things in life can surpass this kind of visual treat!
(Not exactly reiterating my whacky Finance Prof's favourite dialogue: "Hey did you try that Mexican Pizza at the new joint in Juhu? Its better than SEX!", but thats exactly the point)

Waiting to see Brazil next, but the charged me really wants them to be humbled - just for once. They are a overhyped and aeging team, but nevertheless with the best individual talent in the world.
Play on....

God is a Soccer player

Its time!
Its time for all soccer crazy folks in the world to get glued to one big extravagenza!

Though its a pity I'll be sitting here in my home in Hyd catching up on the excitement on television. The glimmer of hope that I could have travelled there on a business trip was too much to materialize, I guess. That was a chance of a lifetime.... and it didnt happen, well almost.

But alls fine as long as I get to watch my fav team England rooting it out on the field, as long as I can see the Brazilian brilliance scaring the shit out of the opposition, as long as 'Total Football' from the Dutchman entertains and excites, as long as the Argentinians demonstrate their classic tactics on the game!

Soccer is more than a game, its a religion.....
Yes, God is a soccer player. And for the next 30 odd days, God would take many forms and pay a visit to my home through my television. Some days he will be the brilliant Ronaldinho baffling the defenders, and some days he will be the 20 yr old raging bull called Wayne Rooney, and of course he would be the classic warhorse named Luis Figo and not to leave out the mercurial Arjen Robben pacing away to the goal!

This world cup - I'm waiting for the time of my life! Well, the best till date, you could say!

Joga Bonito!
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