tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17756615103171540442024-03-12T16:18:15.036-07:00The IT Donkey®The life and the Chronicles of an IT-Donkey.ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-47858793958484164072012-06-09T06:18:00.002-07:002012-06-09T06:18:21.220-07:00Cant-o-logical order<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
What is short, fat , round and hairless ? And now, pointless ?<br />
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Been a year of Cants. Got an event ? I can cant-o-fy it.<br />
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<b>Cant : Get a Visa- </b><br />
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So my company sent me in to get a visa with crappy, and bordering on fraudulent documentation. Result ? Denied an H1 visa, the most undeniable Visa of them all.<br />
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<b>Cant : Grow my hair back - </b><br />
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There is no cure for bad luck.<br />
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<b>Cant : Be ever lucky with females - </b><br />
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Do you even need an explanation ?<br />
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<b>Cant : Renew interest in his old dead-end job. </b><br />
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Not that there ever was any to begin with.<br />
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<b>Cant : Land a new one. </b><br />
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I tried. Seriously. But how do you fake 5 years of coding experience you do not have ? I can now post a step by step guide to keep a straight face when told "Sorry, but you can leave for the day..".<br />
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<b>Cant : Afford to use a petrol driven car.</b><br />
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Again, not that I ever did in the past. But hey, like everything, I chose the ostrich approach. If you dont like it, bury your head in the sand and hope that it goes away.<br />
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<b>Cant : Even make this post come out as I intended it to. </b><br />
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Self explanatory.<br />
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<b>Cant : Think of better things to do on a Saturday evening than make crappy blog posts. </b><br />
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Ohh, and now I can endlessly bore people with pointless Tweets.<br />
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<a href="https://twitter.com/#!/TheITDonkey">https://twitter.com/#!/TheITDonkey</a>
</div>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-56156940669831068692011-07-31T06:59:00.000-07:002011-07-31T08:44:41.484-07:00Knotty TravailsAfter much coaxing and cajoling by his folks, the Donkey finally agreed to call the female his folks were emailing him about almost for 2 continuous days. Sitting in the adjoining room. Somehow, they think, an idea assumes an air of importance for the Donkey only if it is emailed to him.<div><br /></div><div><br /> <div>Hence, yours truly did the bravest thing he had attempted in quite some time today morning : Called an unknown female. </div><div> Click.</div><div> The call was disconnected in the third ring. </div><div><i>Relief.</i> I had an excuse to not go through this after all. </div><div><br /></div><div> Unfortunately, it <i>was</i> answered in the second attempt. I, as anyone who had spent too much time being an ITDonkey would do, promptly went blank the moment it was. Fortunately, the person at the other end was not one, and she took charge. </div><div> 5.30 pm, at Fancy Coffee Place.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> Quite something , for someone whose idea of "eating out" was having a plate of masala dosa (fondly called as MSL.DSA) in the the office canteen. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> What follows is a step by step account of how to score big self goals during such encounters. </div><div><br /></div><div>- As you all know, most pictures of females taken for matrimonial purposes are seriously Auntyfied. Even in this form, my date for the day , <i>did </i>warrant a second look. </div><div> In real life, she was the kind of person, in whose direction all male teams in office crane their collective necks to catch a glimpse of. </div><div> And I, on the other hand, look like, well, Me. Which is only slightly worse than a real donkey. Only with less hair. Strike one against the donkey then. </div><div><br /></div><div>- Presented with a form like the mentioned above,most of my brain cells loudly declare "No sir, we are better off staying back in the car..". Thus deserted by most of my key allies, I lurched towards where my date was seated. </div><div>"Hi Neha!" </div><div>"<giggling>Hi, its Priya..!". </giggling></div><div>WHOA!! Thats an <i>unbelievable</i> biggie. The mother of all self goals. </div><div>Strike two against the Donkey. And strike three, four and five as well. I was on borrowed strikes now. </div><div><br /></div><div>- "What exactly does your job involve Mr.Donkey?" </div><div> "I..I...umm...I...travel.." . </div><div>Borrowed Strike six. I was not even sub-prime strike worthy now. </div><div>No idea why I said that. I dont travel. My job involves shuffling some code. As I said, my senses had taken a leave, and were sitting at the adjoining table, having a massive laughter session at my expense. But I had already made myself sound like I am a travelling salesman. That every morning after I get up, I pick my battered briefcase up, and head for a road trip. </div><div><br /></div><div> Not the correct thing to say to someone whose opening lines clearly said she wanted to stay in Pune. It was not even a correct thing at all. </div><div><br /></div><div> There were a few other things in between though, including her objective evaluation of me. Had a good laugh while driving back and was finally alone though. </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-4693310921679357582010-11-23T08:29:00.000-08:002010-11-23T08:52:24.887-08:00.Family weddings are good for the health. <div>I can spend all the time getting a decent workout from running away from the queries like "what are your expectations.." , "When is your turn.." , presented to me by little old ladies who seem to pop out of everywhere. </div><div><br /></div><div> I was surprised the other day though, when my usual parking spot at home was occupied by a BMW when I returned after (yet another) long day at office. Even more surprising was that the gentleman owner was actually a visitor at my home. They were discussing..oh well. Excuse me sir, has it occurred to you, that even if we disregard other things, you folks are way way way above my league? Not that I have the slightest interest in these matters. </div><div><br /></div><div> Now that we are on the subject of female companionship, I might add that Europe(from where the Donkey is back from his <i>mule-ing</i> duties) is a <i>wonderful</i> place to be with one! </div><div><br /></div><div>Just walking down its cobbled streets and soaking it all in...the buildings, the slim and pretty and very fashionable ladies , the snotty men who pretended not to understand English, the street cafes, the quirky and stylish cars and the boutique shops.... filled me with a warm fuzzy feeling! </div><div><br /></div><div>Antwerp is full of things I cannot afford. </div><div><br /></div><div>Brussels seems to be the centre of the European universe. Its like they want to be symbolic of the continent, just like people equate NY with the USA. </div><div><br /></div><div> And Amsterdam seems to be a city full of pot smoking pornography peddlers. Not really a place where you walk into a <i>toy-shop</i> expecting to find Chinese plastic cars. </div>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-27739262283390976912010-07-30T21:54:00.001-07:002010-07-30T22:00:59.930-07:00Comment moderation.Sorry guys, had to enable moderation for comments to get rid of my quite considerable Chinese fan following, who, even though were engaged in the noble task of encouraging visitors to this blog to enhance their manliness with their help, didnt quite catch my fancy.<br /><br />PS: I also now officially hate Facebook , because it gives me a glimpse of the utterly charmed life everybody else is leading.ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-83416960526089290832010-07-13T10:52:00.000-07:002011-06-21T22:02:11.940-07:00Coming out.Its been years. Years and years since I have been waiting for this moment.<br />Thought that apprehension of it all would go away as time progressed. But it hasnt. Got a lump in my throat as big as an apple as I am writing this.<br />I used to think that no, most certainly I am not the ONLY one in the world like this. There must be others, and yes, there most certainly are, but they can be very strongly stereotyped. Not me. Infact, some would indeed say that they never expected me to ever turn out like this.<br />But I can only hide this for so long, before people come to know through means other than me.<br />So here goes...thats me 'coming out' : I. Cant. Park.<br /><br />There. I said it.<br />I cant park to save my life. The very thought of steering a big machine into a marked area into which it sort of fits fills my heart with great fear. And there is a monstrous knot in my tummy everytime I actually have to <span style="font-style: italic;">reverse</span> into some place.<br />I sometimes walk for many kilometers to my destination just because the parking spot earlier on was "just so fine".<br />I have seen completely new drivers execute a perfect parallel park and dithering old ladies deftly sliding their cars in spots smaller than their car itself.<br />So why me ? Was I..err..born with it ?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-64199388156718984272010-03-17T20:46:00.000-07:002010-03-17T20:55:57.818-07:00.Its a sign of worry when your parents show up serious faced into your room out of the blue. More so if they have been having some sort of discussion amongst themselves before that.<br /><br />What is the reason you are spending inordinately long times in office these days ? - They ask.<br />Is it because there is *someone* we should be knowing about ? - She asks.<br /><br />Ahh... they have no idea do they?<br /><br />Ofcourse its about someone they should know !<br /><br />Infact, I have the nagging suspicion that they <span style="font-style: italic;">already </span>know..<br /><br />The people luring me into the dark innards of the office (why dark? because they are darned keen to switch off all lights post 9pm..) , are a certain <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/3e/Rupees1000.jpg">Mr. Mohandas Gandhi</a> and a certain <a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/4d/Usdollar100front.jpg">Mr.Benjamin Franklin</a> .<br /><br />Boy...do I love them!!ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-49946193240474156982010-02-17T07:45:00.000-08:002010-02-17T07:46:23.072-08:00Pune BlastsIs Mr.Manmohan Singh waiting for a Nobel Peace Prize nomination ?????ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-67197809461850976572010-01-01T14:52:00.000-08:002010-01-01T16:32:14.303-08:00The year that was..The year was.. umm.. a bit of a blur to be frank.<br /><br />For starters, I changed my postal address in the past 1 year. Twice. That essentially breaks all my previous records of postal address changing in one year.<br />The last time I did that , I was about 12 years old.<br />First time around, my pincodes were changed.<br />Second time around, my pincode was changed to a zipcode.<br /><br />Also, I declared to anyone I came across that if at all I was still doing what I was doing where I was doing by the end of the year, I would quit doing it.<br />Well, the latter part of the condition has changed, but not how I originally intended it to.<br /><br />Heck, I cant even remember any micro details of the past year. Is it a good thing ? Maybe.ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-14426907147737611592009-12-29T21:08:00.000-08:002009-12-29T21:21:00.590-08:00Lessons in America<span style="font-weight: bold;">- Dont order anything edible which says "Large" against it.</span><br /><br />Ordered a "Large" popcorn today, taking a cue from several Americans discussing amongst themselves the size of their orders.<br /><br />What I was handed in return for my four dollars fifty can only be described as a paper bucket I could have taken a popcorn bath in.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">- Dont attempt to look for anything in waist size 32 which you like, because its not gonna be there.</span><br /><br /> Ever seen size 40, 44 or heck, even size 48 pants??<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">- Dont attempt to confuse people by presenting your indian driving license as "id proof".</span><br /><br /> Many million years ago, I had a photo of mine clicked when I was thin :(.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">- Dont be a pedestrian in the 300 metre radius of a School Bus.</span><br /><br /> Curious cops come around to take a look in mean lookin Dodge Chargers :( .<br /><br /><br /><br />...............many more to come!ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-55388850342066422122009-11-28T19:32:00.000-08:002009-11-28T20:13:14.169-08:00Yes, its possible...Can a packet of Maggi be completely ruined ? Well..read the title.<br /><br />A little background though.<br />You see, with no ability to move around myself, I have to be completely dependent on some kind soul to get me to a shop so I can buy the essentials of life.<br />But when there is no one in sight, I am left to fend for myself, especially at the end of the week, since the supplies bought a week earlier are about to run out.<br />So like millions of souls who find themselves in a similar predicament, I heaved a huge sigh of relief when I spotted a small packet of Maggi Instant Tomato flavoured noodles lying around. Maggi is one dish which even the most hamfisted of cooks cannot go wrong with. It is a safe, fulfilling,quick, economical and a distinctly non-healthy meal in itself for the hungry soul whose other option is starvation.<br /> A suitable sized vessel was quickly found, and water added, the burner set to medium heat.<br />The water began boiling, and yours truly quickly opened the packet, emptied its contents into the water and discarded the packet in one fluid motion.<br />But..err.. Was it two cups of water or four I had added ?<br />What does the packet say ? Four? Two ? One ? How come I had never faced this issue back home ?<br />But the answer was evident, there was clearly much more water than this little packet was intended to be cooked in..<br />Needed a quick fix, so decided to add a spoonful of so of the leftover rice from the morning.<br />Clearly though, it was turning out to be more of a soup, so a little more fixing was called for.<br /><br />An egg. For reasons not entirely known to me, I thought a couple of them would be a good idea.<br />So I did, broke and added a couple of eggs to the liquid, A little high heat, a little vigorous stirring, and I would be good to go....!! Sheer genius, that...<br /><br />And the result was... ghastly! It looked like a sticky, gelatinous mess which someone had just regurgitated.<br />And it also turned out to be the most horrible thing I have ever tasted in my life.<br />Even a generous sprinkling of crushed red peppers (Pizza Hut) and about half a cup of Heinz tomato ketchup couldnt save it.<br />And now, I was stuck with about half a kilo of it..<br /><br />I said a little prayer, mustered up the courage, and quickly swallowed two half bowls of it in rapid succession. There was still three fourth of it left. Gulp. I was now left with no choice, but to pour my precious maggi down the kitchen sink, but there is only so much of torture I could subject myself to.<br /><br />That brings me on neatly to the kind of solutions we have been providing.<br />You write something, user finds it not upto the mark, so you attempt to quick fix it like above and end up discarding the whole thing.<br /><br />PS : A tall glass of orange juice and some chocolate chip cookies have rushed to my rescue today.<br /><br />PPS : I would be grateful if someone tells me the <span style="font-style: italic;">real</span> amount of water to be added to a small packet of Maggi.ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-72229022837785966772009-11-10T04:07:00.000-08:002009-11-10T04:12:05.143-08:00.As far as I see it, the city of Memphis is one long stretch of highway, with some buildings on either side.<br />So far, I have seen not even a single pedestrian on the road. Nor have I heard a single honk.ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-37528210844304158612009-10-23T22:37:00.000-07:002009-10-23T22:40:32.386-07:00To be able to successfully carry of dwindling hair, you need to be looking like either this :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPfcCS79pKvIe8slSSo17iXfGz5EZ7gQbBgGDjaroBFpzi0dOrbe6EYYPcc992k0mxrsvhnbA5b7i6QIlS2M7WMiXq889Hqu93Yua1viQ0RefRQw7sZIsQzQQFFkDpez-lvUqSjnFcbs/s1600-h/dwayne_johnson.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYPfcCS79pKvIe8slSSo17iXfGz5EZ7gQbBgGDjaroBFpzi0dOrbe6EYYPcc992k0mxrsvhnbA5b7i6QIlS2M7WMiXq889Hqu93Yua1viQ0RefRQw7sZIsQzQQFFkDpez-lvUqSjnFcbs/s320/dwayne_johnson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396037001814995218" border="0" /></a><br />Or like this :<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hZdrJhy2CVuvTUhmXTMLrfQYjAkXVecUISVNX25VUiBanf5dbj6zI1tT1MJduMOP7fHqJif_blLLpqMPBhoAk437e6r_juekvMVoeAbUsE_t5fqCSvmwwOcTlSk7D2HGXCGafQmEjos/s1600-h/08-01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0hZdrJhy2CVuvTUhmXTMLrfQYjAkXVecUISVNX25VUiBanf5dbj6zI1tT1MJduMOP7fHqJif_blLLpqMPBhoAk437e6r_juekvMVoeAbUsE_t5fqCSvmwwOcTlSk7D2HGXCGafQmEjos/s320/08-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396037157283568162" border="0" /></a>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-66516677621738045202009-10-18T07:55:00.000-07:002009-10-18T07:59:23.053-07:00Quarter life crisisSymptoms of a quarter life crisis , amongst other things :<br /><br />- insecurity regarding the fact that their actions are meaningless<br /><br />- insecurity regarding present accomplishments<br /><br />- disappointment with one's job<br /><br />- boredom with social interactions<br /><br />- a sense that everyone is, somehow, doing better than you.<br /><br />WOW!ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-33682768372426995092009-10-13T00:46:00.000-07:002009-10-13T00:51:54.951-07:00Log file.<span style="font-weight: bold;">8.30 pm</span> - I have slept for two and a half hours in the day today. My "preparation" for the night ahead. Picked at the food served for dinner at home.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.00 pm</span> - Get a call from the cab driver,asking me if I have a pickup. Come to think of it, it was ME who made the call. Damn, most of my phone expenses seem to go towards calling back cabbies and calling up my ISPs technical helpdesk.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.20 pm</span> - Hope is a very nice thing. Hope is what gets me out of bed. Though I would rather get out of bed every morning (like a normal human) than in the evening. Hope for the day was having a very pretty cab mate.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.22 pm</span> - Hopes dashed.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.30 pm</span> - Its raining. In October.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">9.45 pm</span> - Reached office. Just in time to see tired software engineers hurrying towards the last bus and the management types ambling towards their cars. Ride the lift (elevator, for those who speak Americanese) up all alone (ofcourse!).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">10.15 pm</span> - No interesting mails yet.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11.03 pm</span> - Just spent half an hour chitchatting with a guy who couldnt go home in the heavy rains.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">11.55 pm</span> - Called up onsite guy and spent half an hour chitchatting with him.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">12.15 am</span> - Shouldnt have just picked at the food at dinnertime, my innards are growling out their demands. No interesting mails yet.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1.00 am</span> - Have sent a few pointless mails on issues which dont really matter. Even that feels like a big accomplishment.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2.00 am</span> - Maggi instant noodles are perfect odd hours comfort food! No interesting mails arrived in the meantime.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3.37 am</span> - Katrina in HD is a perfect way to keep you awake. Watching her is like watching the sun rising from behind a lush green hill..its just plain...invigorating.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4.30 am</span> - I am thirsty. No amount flipping the switch seems to restart the water cooler. If tomorrow you find it broken, its because I was at it for some considerable time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5.49 am</span> - My attempts to keep my head straight up are failing. It is flopping from side to side and does not want to be perched up at all. No interesting emails yet.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6.30 am</span> - Less than 15 minutes to go before I can packup and leave office. And I am absolutely inundated with issues! Suddenly I am not very sleepy anymore. Thinking about hope of the day again.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6.53 am</span> - Shittt!! I am wasting time typing this...BUttt..... No interesting mails yet..ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-59984535613733431392009-10-11T01:55:00.000-07:002009-10-11T02:05:15.198-07:00Obama Nobel.So Obama won a Nobel for peace. Apparently, for his visions and plans.<br />I didnt know visions and I-coulds were enough warrant a big prize. If visions are being considered, may I..ahem... have an Oscar please?ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-10219167577358192452009-09-30T21:18:00.000-07:002009-09-30T21:25:08.654-07:00HolidayWhat a short week.. (though any week in which I have to work even for an hour is too long for me :( )<br />For the first time in a very very long time, I have holidays on both the public holidays declared.<br />All this time, we used to work on "our" holidays, as well as the client holidays (like 4th of July..).<br /><br />So I guess when it comes to holidays, we are transnationals. Used in the same sense as transvestites.<br /><br /><br />PS : Check out the number of mails I have received overnight, the server is rather overwhelmed..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FMYMxo0tZGmEYghp1rVtlWthOTFh2F9BIaZ63Ws8MaEtEw8AQUvvlz_eLIVW0dpfFjnYWKDLNMlCuIX2_n7qtkStZHj6A_EHdzp82D_otBgp2t98XwoVjoIQjmVbV7GGh9pmwRDJPn8/s1600-h/huge_mails.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 41px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FMYMxo0tZGmEYghp1rVtlWthOTFh2F9BIaZ63Ws8MaEtEw8AQUvvlz_eLIVW0dpfFjnYWKDLNMlCuIX2_n7qtkStZHj6A_EHdzp82D_otBgp2t98XwoVjoIQjmVbV7GGh9pmwRDJPn8/s320/huge_mails.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387482761431859842" border="0" /></a>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-83176317692757367542009-09-30T10:53:00.000-07:002009-09-30T11:00:36.837-07:00.Cars cars and more new cars...in our office parking lot. Large and small. Petrol and diesel. Dozens being added everyday. Infact, I see almost an equal number of cars with newer registration series as the older ones.<br />Excuse me, but can anyone please point me to the recession everyone has been harping about ?<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Can I have a raise? Its way past my due period.. " </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Are you nuts?? We are in the midst of a deep financial crisis!! You are a lucky to have a job at all!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ohh, before you leave, help yourself to some sweets, I bought new Honda City". </span>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-12515245842820832482009-09-25T00:31:00.000-07:002009-09-25T00:33:46.639-07:00.I do not understand the purpose of the below questions.<br /><br />- Do you plan to engage in export control violations, subversive or terrorist activities, or any other unlawful purpose?<br /><br />- Are you a member or representative of a terrorist organization ?<br /><br />- Have you ever participated in persecutions directed by the Nazi government of Germany; or have you ever participated in genocide?ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-90200020368814974302009-09-02T11:25:00.000-07:002009-09-02T11:48:34.498-07:00I am thoroughly disillusioned.<br />Its a sweatshop.<br />Worse part? Because of the airconditioning, the sweat isnt even visible.<br /><br /><br />Can this be a salvation ?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnoWlc5_JuHD_UZ60knIaXdMYe9AJBdb7KKBM8d5_cDZYaCuAY4Sp2FLD1DHpB1mcQBqyS7fM3PNNb07UJtEr_21v5w1tfOrvawuoQn4TNT8FC10uZ0b3QxkD_pUMhZATdb32pFNTL1c/s1600-h/royal_enfield_bullet_classic_500_efi_black_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQnoWlc5_JuHD_UZ60knIaXdMYe9AJBdb7KKBM8d5_cDZYaCuAY4Sp2FLD1DHpB1mcQBqyS7fM3PNNb07UJtEr_21v5w1tfOrvawuoQn4TNT8FC10uZ0b3QxkD_pUMhZATdb32pFNTL1c/s320/royal_enfield_bullet_classic_500_efi_black_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376940240652429586" border="0" /></a><br />The Bullet isnt a bike. Its a mindset.<br />Owning and caring for a Bullet makes one more of man than..well.. a biggish number of other things.<br />Life getting nowhere ? get a Bullet.<br />Too many disappointments.. ? get a Bullet.<br />Have a bad boss? get a Bullet.<br />No love life ? get a Bullet.<br />Bought a car ? get a Bullet.<br />Feeling happy ? get a Bullet.<br />Want to celebrate? get a Bullet.<br />None of the above? get a Bullet.<br /><br />I will have some chrome on mine, thank you.<br />The deficiency of Vitamin M(oney) is what seperates me from thumping away my worries.ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-36138002485456107872009-08-22T23:34:00.000-07:002009-08-23T00:12:19.553-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxK9rA7gkntE8QLzA0s7SpMpymZM1PSCHYZ8qyueDgBkkCkLpkzl3zZ0q2uItt3fP4kG2H19HkHyChE9lK6fAhf41chy7giFLxd0qGflgg5Rt36cn0BCB0_RkPE5mWFaJRvthJFYMXfg/s1600-h/IMG_0426.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRxK9rA7gkntE8QLzA0s7SpMpymZM1PSCHYZ8qyueDgBkkCkLpkzl3zZ0q2uItt3fP4kG2H19HkHyChE9lK6fAhf41chy7giFLxd0qGflgg5Rt36cn0BCB0_RkPE5mWFaJRvthJFYMXfg/s320/IMG_0426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373044553984700610" border="0" /></a><br />Its low, red ,topless and American. And its mine.<br />Damn...! Always wanted to say that.<br /><br />This '65 model is also optioned to the hilt with whitewalled tyres and beige interiors!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeXL5WWAyz08egF4a0mlefATPJLw95OKb0ME7AVo_iaATP717QAEnyM_jGyzjFk3pCcSpqBLvRV0UFrGC7RM6klqQyWggvPjRS7thHbO9aWRjM2j6GKywABfTgAxjxv85A0FWDfFaz1Y/s1600-h/IMG_0408.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeXL5WWAyz08egF4a0mlefATPJLw95OKb0ME7AVo_iaATP717QAEnyM_jGyzjFk3pCcSpqBLvRV0UFrGC7RM6klqQyWggvPjRS7thHbO9aWRjM2j6GKywABfTgAxjxv85A0FWDfFaz1Y/s320/IMG_0408.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373051589323285314" border="0" /></a><br />Is it also the closest I will ever get to the real thing...? :(<br /><br />Found this relic from my childhood while rummaging through a cupboard the other day.<br />Back then, owning-one-when-I-grow-up seemed like the most logical thing in the world.<br /><br />Unfortunately, 15 years down the line, things are exactly the same as, except being herded into the school Autorickshaw is replaced by being herded into the company bus... personal transport continues to remain a pipedream....ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-47459267296492606272009-08-15T06:46:00.001-07:002009-08-15T06:49:43.628-07:00Million dollar question (actually, a 5,800 rupee question)...<br /><br />Western Digital My Book or a Seagate Freeagent Desk ?<br /><br /><br />I have just realised that my current storage capacity (bought 5 and 6 years ago respectively) isnt enough to handle the storage requirements of ...welll.. 5 and 6 years later respectively.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JomlgdHEZ2jbimWi6sdVAQbhAISP2TMV12u_uu9uCFGvy9Rt-0oDN3VREcUymK3o_LOvLo4hWw5SuAEBVk9QrbFUmM922-coCmBWRCMCIXcDW5DdB3lmMk2r9dw13RySTCh2HF23V-I/s1600-h/western-digital-my-book-essential-edition-package.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2JomlgdHEZ2jbimWi6sdVAQbhAISP2TMV12u_uu9uCFGvy9Rt-0oDN3VREcUymK3o_LOvLo4hWw5SuAEBVk9QrbFUmM922-coCmBWRCMCIXcDW5DdB3lmMk2r9dw13RySTCh2HF23V-I/s320/western-digital-my-book-essential-edition-package.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370187242114981234" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiW-eUa9-8kPZTPEfGGwz854d1YfSrE-IVOli7nlEPecs6Jbal0VN4RdS1bEW0pqOqeKZ8QkExxFlO_T470ic2zsRpt0sFk-E88ooRsECA61q4vAc9UhF7T8fZgJFq3DNFchzQIHUeS70/s1600-h/IMG_55789.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiW-eUa9-8kPZTPEfGGwz854d1YfSrE-IVOli7nlEPecs6Jbal0VN4RdS1bEW0pqOqeKZ8QkExxFlO_T470ic2zsRpt0sFk-E88ooRsECA61q4vAc9UhF7T8fZgJFq3DNFchzQIHUeS70/s320/IMG_55789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370187154337515954" border="0" /></a>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-37462273976526513882009-08-15T06:34:00.001-07:002009-08-15T06:43:02.476-07:00You know its a worrying sign when the GPRS call volume on your phone crosses 45,000+ units in a single month.<br /><br />Urgent measures needed to be adopted to compensate -<br /><br />- Quit office breakfast.<br />- Quit office lunch.<br />- Quit office food altogether (better start begging colleagues for chai!)<br />- Wait extra hours in office so that my bus pass can be blackmarketed (I can use the free afterhours cab service).<br />- Invest in a thermos flask , to be filled with vending machine tea/coffee, and sold to all those guys standing outside the gate smoking.<br />- Start praying for the remainder (if any) of my variable pay to materialise miraculously.ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-5477275864811644942009-08-15T06:23:00.000-07:002009-08-15T06:29:35.984-07:00Door Sign<span style="font-weight: bold;">"Oracle Apps Develpment Team"<br /><br /></span>Says a the sign posted on a door outside a closed, inaccessible to us section of my floor.<br />Says volumes about the stuff being develpd there. Infact, this reflects the overall attitude of the company towards dev work in general , as far as I am concerned.<br /><br />Time to save naukri.com in my favourites.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-15491777114144545102009-08-04T06:29:00.001-07:002009-08-04T06:29:27.920-07:00.Heights of loserish behaviour : <br />Playing Excel games all day long to pass the time. <br />On your office laptop. <br /><br /><br />..on a weekend. :( ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1775661510317154044.post-31623572322983952022009-07-21T22:16:00.001-07:002009-07-21T22:16:46.898-07:00. Need of the Hour - Pune Mental Hospital , Hinjewadi Branch. ITDonkeyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12302991958259522722noreply@blogger.com1