Memories

(Caption for the pic: The latest in 'giving hafta(bribes): Direct money transfer.

Thought for the day:You may make mistakes, but you are not a failure until you start blaming someone else for it.

This incident had me grinning away, by it’s memory which came flooding back yesterday, for some reason. The Boss in my previous company, called the Procurement Department (There were six of us, I believe) into his office, and (after giving me a wink, since my equation with him was better than others..ahem), he said’ I’ll be happy if I never see any of you in my office again’. ‘But’, he continued’ the way things happen, I cannot avoid seeing your faces everyday. ‘. Saying this, he burst out laughing uproariously like I’d never seen him laugh before, immediately making me wonder whether he was a member of some laughter club.

I looked around at the startled faces of people, and believe me, if I’d been in his place, I’d have said something more at the motley crue that we were...hehe.. There were:

N, a guy who kept long hair without tying it into a pony tail, and looked like a slightly thinner version of one of the WWF guys, and someone who’d always keep his cell phone in silent mode, and not reply to the Boss’s calls.

S, a guy who used to bathe once a week or so, so that we could always ‘sense’ when he arrived, even if our eyes were closed in meditation. Even his hair would resemble something worse than an aborigine.

R, a guy who always resembled a cornered rat(pardon the expression), by his looks, moustache(like a mouse’s whiskers), and deeds/ actions, and would never be able to answer the Boss’ questions, however simple they were.

V, who would come in a tie and unironed clothes, and, continually smiling with or without reason(which, as I said in an earlier post, the boss didn’t appreciate)

J, whom we called pussycat, because his actions were just like that- shy, reticent, very quiet voice- in spite of our telling him to grow up.

K, a young boy he brought in from a neighboring country, whose people are known to be cunning, thinking that he(the boy) would use his cunning to con the suppliers, but, it happened the other way round.

Me, (was being trained by him to be a tiger in negotiations, albeit I didn’t know it then) who still used to shaking his head left and right(to and fro?) when agreeing to what was being said, instead of nodding.(Think, think- do you remember to nod your head when agreeing with someone, or do you also shake your head, in agreement), which used to confuse him and he’d ask ‘Are you agreeing with me or disagreeing?’. Also, me who refused to smile at him or even at his jokes, since he had told me when I joined, that he felt people who smiled were not serious about their work.

At the end of the discussion, he was smiling (With me around, ahem…people do end up smiling, usually..hehe) when he bade us goodbye at 8 PM. I could see, though, that in spite of the hammering the others got, they were ‘shaken not stirred’.

Footnote: What about you, fellow/fellowine(feline?grin) bloggers? Do you relate people to things/animals/birds they resemble,too?

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Do you walk around with your eyes closed? Take a simple test:

If you live in an area with shops downstairs/ around you, try and remember the names of the shops in one full line…not all, maybe, just, say five or six. Can you? If yes, then, try to remember the colour, the logo, the people inside…can you? I bet not, even though you might be passing there everyday.

If there’re no shops around, then, think of shops on your way to work/ school/college everyday. How many do you recall?

The answers just tell you how much our mind remains preoccupied with a multitude of thoughts, at any time, right?

I try this memory game, regularly, but, still, am not too successful at it, since the mind Does remain too preoccupied with other thoughts. Grin. Anyway..

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On to the end-jokes:

A young couple approached the desk in a big hotel. "We've just been married," the young man explained, "but we forgot to make reservations. Could you give us a suite for the night?" "Certainly," replied the clerk. "Would you like the bridal?" "Oh, no thanks," said the young man. "Now that we're married we're going to stop horsing around!"

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An ornithologist of our acquaintance is troubled by the fact that the stork is too often held responsible for circumstances that might better be attributed to a lark.

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Pun of the week: To display my love for my girlfriend for all to see, I got a tattoo of a heart on my arm with her name across it. Now I walk around all day with a 'heart on' for her.

Till next time, keep smiling.