Load of crap! - Out of context!

These days I am fully dunked in jargonese - jargons and officialese, a heady mix indeed!
I am just giving some samples below, plain english and what it gets transformed into.


I don't have enough time - I don't have the bandwidth.

We'll use the information - We'll leverage the material

2 people are needed for this work - 2 resources are needed for this assignment/project

Tell what you have understood - Prepare a functional appreciation document

Prepare a PPT - Prepare a deck

:-)

Thinking aloud!

Does sending personal mails through office mail ID amount to using office stationery?

Does blogging from office system tantamount to diverting office resources to personal work?

Illegal or unethical?

As my guru ordered!

"If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?—
With silence and tears."
- Lord Byron

Over the months, I have neglected my blog. This year has seen me move cities and jobs.

Whenever I check my blog, increasingly sparing as the days pass, guilt engulfs me. Sometimes I have thought of taking down my blog. But that is the only evidence I have of my writing skills, or the lack of them. So I decide to let it be.
And today I had further push to continue where I left.
So I am writing about writing to give me a start.
All I hope is I become prolific as I was.

Why this happens to me?

I tend to change my desktop pictures often. Looking at them is a nice change from doing important tasks like orkut-surfing, chatting and checking mails for the nth time.

Rarely, I allow salacious pictures to decorate my desktop. The rarest of the rare times I have them, my friends who happen to be girls use my system.
:-((

Image damaged!!

Hurt hurting hurt

Something that hurts, happens.
Down with depression.
As if personal pain was not enough, office irritations rub it in.
There comes a stage when you go numb and nothing matters to you, atleast you think so.
Then something worse happens to someone your friend. The thorns which had you as pin cushion get thrown off. A fury at what happened to your friend alone simmers.
It's not that something good has to occur for you to forget your worries. Sometimes closed ones' misfortune can make you forget yours.
Unfortunate but true.

River struggles; A dam cracks.

Some hesitation.
A shyness to come back to what I left.
New found friends left behind.
Hectic schedule. A mere excuse?
Why the block with so much to unlock?
I wish to write.
To put down what all I sight.
Feeling guilty hasn't helped a bit.
Still I wish an old fire be lit.
I hope I blog again.
Come back to live in the world of my choice.
To live in the world of my choice
As I exist in the world I am in.
I am getting a life.

Fat boy slim!!

It's been a long time since I got myself a pair of jeans.
The one that's my favourite clings to me too much for comfort. The ones fit look dirty even after a wash.
I, preset with a particular shade, searched for a month, not being in too much a hurry and not getting the shade either.
Today lady luck smiled on me. Atleast that's what I thought first, not knowing what was to come.
That shade was in all the sizes, except for my size x, which is my size since 1 year before.
So I tried size x-2, since they jump along even numbers. I had half a mind to take it, but my tummy protested too much.
Heeding it, I convinced myself with a jean of some other colour and a different brand and tried one in my size.
It fit alright but not that comfortable.
So I walked away, saying to the salesman that I'd visit again once he gets one of my size in that particular brand.
My friend asked that I try one of size x+2. I pooh-poohed him in confidence. He insisted.
Reluctantly, I yielded to him and walked to the trial room with my chosen jeans in a size too large.
Horror of horrors, it fit comfortably.
A long walk to the billing area, and a longer walk back to my friend!
I've got to exercise.
Any ideas to get the lazy bones to start working out?

Kicking to start; starting to kick

I never intended to take this big a break. At home and catching up with friends for 2 weeks. A long travel to Indore and getting swamped with work immediately slowed down my intentions to blog. Laziness brought a complete stop. From Indore a shuttle trip to Chennai within two weeks of coming from there, made January a travel month. A full month without any post in the 20 months I've been blogging, is a first. So without bothering to take the effort to transmit the posts from my mind to my blog, I just blog about not blogging. Nurturing my blog is first. I'll bring it back to life, then I'll nourish it.
Blogging to continue..........