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January 24, 2006
Doh! #1 - Losing my religion
Starting with this post, I'm going to keep count of the number of late realisations that occur in my life. Assuming that this blog will be around for some time to come, we might even see a Ping #1,000,000! Knowing me however, it won't take too long!
REM's Losing my Religion was one of the very first real songs (songs that exclude Madonna, Michael Jackson, ABBA, etc) I can remember listening to and really enjoying. I never really knew what 'Losing my religion' meant, until I got bored and Googled it today. It turns out 'losing my religion' is a southern expression for 'at my wits' end'.
See now the song makes perfect sense! Dude's on cloud nine over a lady friend... and lady friend isn't really interested per say... dude lives in a dream world where lady friend seems to want to reciprocate... but that was just a dream (just a dream... just a dream)... lady friend has distance in her eyes. So dude tries to be brave by suggesting that life's bigger than the lady friend, and that she isn't him. To tie it all together... the dude's losing his religion!
Ahh... I know how that feels... everyone knows how that feels...
Took me 15 years... but I figured it out! That's Doh! #1 for you folks! Move along now...
Posted by vinayak at 4:24 PM
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November 26, 2005
Noble advice
I almost forgot! Given that hoards of you check this space so regularly for my profound advice, here's some I almost forgot to mention!
While travelling, don't (DO NOT) throw away your boarding pass, or use it to stick gum on for later disposal. If you don't, and keep it safely, you won't have to run back in through immigration, explain yourself to five different armed officers why you need to go back into the control area, and then finally sift through a ton of disgusting garbage to find your boarding card in less than pristine condition. Why would you ever need to do that you might ask... well... it just could be that your bag doesn't show up in the baggage carousel, and you need to prove that the bag was yours. A mighty tough job if the baggage claim sticker is on the back of that damned boarding card.
Learn from your Guru's wisdom (and mildly troubling past experience)... keep your boarding card for three years after you travel!
Posted by vinayak at 2:16 PM
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November 18, 2005
The happiest ending.
One of nature's most laudable quirks is that cold milk and sugar just take forever to mix. When you don't have enough time to patiently see your sugar mix well in your cereal bowl, what you're actually doing is giving yourself a shot at life by making it that much better to live! While you're gulping down the bowl of cereal... the weight of the world on your shoulders, you have no idea that things are just about turn for the better. And then... voila! It suddenly tastes sweet.... REALLY sweet.... you're at the end of the cereal bowl... and all that sugar and milk and the remnants of your cereal blend perfectly into a swirl of great tasting happiness. That's when you realise that life can't be all that bad... things are going to be just fine!
Posted by vinayak at 9:35 AM
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November 17, 2005
Economics overkill
It's been a rough two weeks. I'm really losing it... and ten minutes ago... I found unequivocal evidence.
Scene: Laundry Room - Basement - Grosvernor House
I walk in with a two week bundle of clothes to wash. Two washing machines are free. I put my whites in one and colors in the other. Just as I'm getting soap up and start, another resident walks in and says, "Hi!" I sweetly reply with my own little "Hey... how you doin..." only to find her wakling towards the washing machine with my colors in it. I say, "Sorry, my stuff is in there and I'm just getting started." She points at the other machine and asks me, "What about that one? You're using two???" So I get down to nodding my head, only to find that she's totally gone ballistic. She spews out some nasty retorts and suggests that this problem can be remedied by removing my clothes from the machine. By now, I'm pissed (sorry ... it's been a long day... I'm hungry, depressed and really tired), so I move to slip my coins in and press the start button. The lady is now FURIOUS and screams "this is not fair... how dare you!" and starts banging on the machine.
Beat this... the only thing I could come up with... and I actually can't believe I yelled it out and stormed out of the room, was:
"SCREW YOU! THE MARKETS CLEAR SO IT DOESN'T MATTER DOES IT. GO TAKE IT UP WITH PARETO"
I am now officially in search of a life. Please... please help me!
Posted by vinayak at 5:44 PM
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