tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117943532024-03-14T11:47:32.487+05:30silverineSwalpa adjust maadisilverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.comBlogger395125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-80821170537383089422020-05-26T21:23:00.003+05:302020-05-26T21:23:33.041+05:30The Covidiot Managers
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silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-71776466194816675222019-11-06T22:09:00.000+05:302019-11-06T22:09:05.655+05:30Work life balancing act
Sometimes in the
1990’s
Employee one: Whine whine whine whine
Employee two: Gnash, Gnash, Gnash
Employee three: Sob, Sob, wail, whimper, wails of despair…
Employee four: No work life balance, stressed, tired, burnt
out, heavy sighs etc etc.
Management across the
world decided to change the work week from six days to five days
Employee one: Yay!
Employee two does cartwheels, silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-43189638110339015232019-03-22T07:23:00.000+05:302019-03-22T07:23:50.131+05:30Outsourcing
John was a
colleague in the US. He was a good graphic designer. We worked together a lot
and shared a lot of laughter over Zoom and beer when he came down to India to meet
the Indian marketing team.
Then one day John got laid off and they moved his
job to India. John cursed outsourcing and voted for Trump. Things went downhill
after that. John wallowed in self-pity. He was too bitter silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-28928057996666134452017-04-29T10:06:00.000+05:302017-05-08T06:15:02.382+05:30The evolution of the political vermin
The political worm or more popularly known as the political
vermin (PV) is an interesting parasite. Among all the parasites out there, this
is the only creature that evolves, yet doesn’t evolve. Now that is a contradiction,
I agree, but let me explain it to you all by this scientific study that
explains this unnatural phenomenon.
The PV Stage 1
PV is a grassroots level worker of some silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-70761933433640021622017-03-24T06:51:00.001+05:302017-03-27T06:13:30.107+05:30Popular woes
Manager of newly popular pop musician: Dude!! Your song is a huge hit worldwide but specially in India, the people are going gaga over the number. They are dancing to it and singing and what not!!
Newly popular pop musician:Woooww!!!!
Manager: But Indians do not buy music, they download it for free.
Pop Star: Hrmph! silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-61950608037965129032017-02-19T18:59:00.000+05:302017-05-09T06:39:35.592+05:30Chaakli<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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It was 5 am and I was fast asleep, snug under a light quilt
that protected me from the air conditioning. There was a jerk and the bed shook
as my aunt silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-70636973344837530902017-01-10T08:05:00.001+05:302017-05-09T06:38:53.672+05:30Consumerics<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-65502056854350009612015-05-16T09:17:00.001+05:302015-05-16T09:22:46.046+05:30Of Rice and Men
It was a Monday morning meeting and I was waiting in
the conference room for the Senior Product Manager (PM) to make an arrival. He
was usually punctual. In fact he was always punctual. You can see folks
adjusting their watches when he walks into the office. At least the ones still
wearing a wrist watch. The rest just know it was time to start pretending to
work.
&silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-76623189190479340582013-08-04T11:06:00.000+05:302013-08-04T11:07:41.162+05:30Frandship forever
Today is International Friendship Day. A day to remember
friends and commemorate friendships. Friendship is not be mistaken for "Frandship”,
a word that took birth when Totally Random Indian Guys on Orkut copulated virtually
with Every Random Girl on Orkut. The Totally
Random Indian Guys on Orkut (TRIGO) is a large conglomerate of desperate guys
who spent approximately 99% of their lives silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-59571932404293403922013-05-19T21:35:00.000+05:302013-05-20T08:14:17.077+05:30Clueless in uniform
It’s been long folks. I plead guilty to neglecting this
space. But in my defiance…err I mean defense, I must say that I was as appalled
as the rest of the country at the atrocities against women and the girl child
being perpetrated across the country as though an alien virus had come down and
infected some Indian men. While people
debated over various TV channels about police inaction andsilverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-73403876608219242622012-10-28T11:21:00.000+05:302012-10-28T11:21:10.026+05:30Family khap panchayat
Approximately ten years to this day, she held the tiny
sleeping bundle in her arms and smiled at the miracle of creation in her hands.
He slept blissfully in her arms, wrinkling his face and stretching, like little
babies do. She giggled at the funny
faces he made in his sleep and hugged him closer...a wave of maternal feelings
sweeping over her. As she drifted to sleep with her little silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-2083817531442697632012-04-18T11:25:00.001+05:302012-04-23T07:23:35.663+05:30Seeing redWhile cooling my heels at my grandparents home in Kerala during a hartal/bandh, I decided to write a blog post. The blog post has nothing to do whatsoever with the bandh mind you! I was chumma time-passing, just like that. So here is the blog post, another FAQ just like this one, though not related.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The term “commie” used in this post refers to a fictitioussilverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-88566385802203097592012-04-11T08:12:00.000+05:302012-04-11T08:12:15.337+05:30PhotocraftyAge 10: Beg, plead, cry, sulk, beg, plead, cry, sulk, and scream till your parents get you a point and shoot camera.
Click away happily taking some awesome pictures.
Age 18: Beg, plead, cry, sulk, beg, plead, sulk…. till your parents give in and get you a DSLR camera.
Click away happily and realize unhappily that you cannot click away happily till you've learned to set the camera.
Click away silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-11169571248291079242012-04-04T13:30:00.003+05:302012-04-18T11:13:57.841+05:30Poverty whinesSalary days are well....salad days. But salary discussions are well...quite over the top specially when you take your payload home in a truck.
Very well paid exec in our office: If my salary is delayed by one day, there are four cheques that will bounce.
Another disgustingly heavily paid exec: If my salary is delayed by two days, there will be six cheque bounces and I would have got an evictionsilverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-71442145789080076282012-02-21T10:48:00.003+05:302012-02-21T11:04:18.553+05:30Tangled webs of familial conflictsMy uncle and aunt are not talking to me. So are my other uncles and aunts. And grand aunts and grand uncles. And other extended family members too *sob*Well… the extended family members usually talk behind my back, so I am really not bothered about them. But I am heartbroken at the heartlessness of my uncles and aunts and grand uncles and aunts at a teeny-weeny misdemeanor of mine!!!Ok… the silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-37143728875296998862011-11-28T10:26:00.008+05:302012-01-17T21:52:23.268+05:30The unsung ungeniousesWe were having coffee with Genius at the cafeteria. We call him Genius for a reason. You will see why very soon. Sunitha, a manager was musing aloud that her male subordinates seemed to have some problems with her because she was a lady manager. Genius who overheard this remark interrupted her with a “No, no no!!!” accompanied by a violent shaking of his head from side to side in disagreement.‘silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-19340538987632549632011-11-23T10:01:00.004+05:302011-11-23T12:10:52.890+05:30Salary woes<!--[if gte mso 9]> 800x600 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-53452575917725822632011-11-15T10:58:00.011+05:302011-11-15T13:53:25.784+05:30Creative dead endsTake a look at this outdoor advertisement for a leading cement brand. What do you think the security guard is trying to say?1. Look! I can lean sideways!2. Look! My left hand is bigger than my right hand.3. Look at me you stupid elephant!4. Jazz hands!!!!5. All of the above.Now look at the elephant. What do you think it is thinking?1. If I ignore him, maybe he will go away.2. Hope he leans a silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-15061145404779368292011-09-25T13:03:00.007+05:302011-09-27T09:53:41.124+05:30FakebookIn the beginning there was Fakebook.And Fakebook became a rage and made its dwelling on every PC, Laptop and other such devices. Everyone saw its glory, the glory of the one and only, who came after Orkut, MySpace, Friendster and other such discardees.The village idiots around the world rejoiced and then joined … en masse.Then the village idiots began to clamor for privacy.Fakebook gave them thesilverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-77468332751370546062011-08-07T22:08:00.007+05:302011-09-17T21:40:55.582+05:30It's a mad mad biz worldThere is a jinxed little shop near my house. It stands next to another shop that is used by some Christian prayer group for some activities which require a lot of jumping up and down and flailing arms shouting “Alleluia!! Alleluia!!” long Bible thumping sessions, and of course free food. The free food is served last due to tendency of people to vanish after the food.These two rooms stand on a silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-73266196465616450262011-08-01T12:00:00.003+05:302011-08-02T11:22:12.851+05:30The ugly businessYear 2075, Bengaluru, IndiaA young lady walks with her head bent down through the narrow steaming gullies between the tall buildings. It is dark and a mild rain spray-mists the air in billowy swathes. The tap tap of her stilettos echoes like tiny shots in the dark. She seems resolute as she heads downtown through the cold deserted alleys.Through the murky darkness of the night, a figure looms up silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-65352751064008017682011-07-26T10:04:00.005+05:302011-07-29T12:23:12.058+05:30Social cocktailsOverhead at the cafeteria today where some 40 something techies (seniors) were having a conversation with a 20 something techie (junior). One senior looked at the junior and said "I love your language Malayalam."Junior: Thank you!Senior: *speaks in pure classical Malayalam that only Lord Indra can decipher*Junior: That was very literary Malayalam. I could not quite follow.Senior: (Shocked): Bhatsilverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-50475524434610293482011-07-19T10:34:00.001+05:302011-07-19T10:43:26.608+05:30Existential dilemmasAfter Monday, Tuesday has to be the worst day of the week... followed by Wednesday then Thursday and then Friday. Not necessarily in that order akshually. But I must say that Friday is a little better than the other days. I mean Friday is close to Saturday so we should give it the benefit of the doubt.But I can never ever forgive Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday and Thursday for what do they do to silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11794353.post-65546999009626966942011-07-07T11:17:00.002+05:302011-07-07T11:29:39.681+05:30The Creature 2Warning: This post is a horror story. Parts of this story may be disturbing to young readers. Reader discretion advised.I crouched in fear under the cot in the pitch blackness of the night that lay like a silent shroud around the house. There was no movement for miles. The air was damp and heavy and still. Somewhere in the distance a wolf howled. It was a low mournful howl. I had heard the howl silverinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16474136215458639419noreply@blogger.com10