Why worry di?

Yo friendz i am singing song

Dessert song…

Hit song…

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

My rhythm is always correct

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

Maintain yourself

Why my friend do you worry….aaa    di

 

Months to go now fiveuu fiveuu, april month appraisaluu

All worku and no fun uu, sachin no hundred run uu

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

 

Thick skin-u boss-u boss-u

Soft heart-u me-u

Daily meeting-u NO time-u

Picture any no see-u

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

 

Work load eduthuko

Headache la  strong coffee kuduchuko

Pa pa paan pa pa paan pa pa paa pa pa paan

All sari ya, what see?

Every data aa ready

Here it is data 1 2 3 4…

 

Whaa wat a change over last year man?

Ummm,,ok now some discussion change-u

No luck damn it !! only hindi

Naseeb mey hathode

Kaun khaayega pakode?

Batwaa khaali-u no any maal-i-u

Bus khaata roz gaali-u

Life me saala no cheer-u

Roz jeeta fear-u

But still lovv-u oh myeee lovv-u

I love my work lovv-u

No matter i don’t get wow-u wow-u

I love my work lovv-u

No regrets-u living fine-u

Daily working till nine-u

 

This song for all my dear friendz-u

We are responsible for our choices-u

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

Why friend do u worry, do u worry do u worry di

HIT SONG !

Connectivity issues

My experience with humans is way back for more than three decades now. In these many years, my connections with most of them have been decent. As a toddler, a teen, an adolescent or an adult, life has connected me with some wonderful humans. From my parents to my existing friends or colleagues, I have experienced them in many altered forms.

There are people in my life, whom I have known closely for many years now. Closeness or proximity with people does not necessarily connect you to them. Years of association are no rules for clicking with someone.

Then there are types whom ‘you’ long to be with. Your decent efforts to persuade might not get a favor in return. Your successful connectivity with the person remains a one sided network. Out of reach message follows and you have no choice but to give up just because they didn’t choose to connect with you.

The special in your life are always the kinds whom you enjoy the most with. Not really these are the ones you know the most, but certainly the ones whom you have learned the most and vice versa.

Your preferred choice of people are always the one with whom you develop an instant connectivity. A good connectivity is an indication of a meaningful association which culminates into a strong bondage.

What connects you instantly with someone is seldom a matter of your choice. The instants of little togetherness leave you with no choice but welcome the rarity. Your instincts guide you to attempt a frequent connection just because you rejoice it. Your heart speaks out to yourself what the other can hear. You enjoy the moments of visual presence as equally as you enjoy the distance. You know pretty well, even your silence can be heard. You score high on differences but you still manage to convince yourself on similarities.

A family member, a colleague, a school mate, an acquaintance, a blog reader, a friend or an anonymous…connections happen. Sometimes they get stronger, sometimes they weaken.

There is no guarantee of an uninterrupted connection. Neither there is one to get connected. Just keep redialing. Who knows a wrong number could actually be a right one!

Senescing.

And…

God was silent. He knew this did not have precedence for him to take a clue from. But it ought to have been done. Fast. With less possible thought. This creation was going to rewrite the future.

Few moments later, God smiled. His cognitive ability to conceptualize was now to be tested. He pulled out a brain and started working on it. He carefully made breaches and gracefully chose to work on each.

The first portion had to be filled with sensitivity. An area that would react and respond with a concern. Compassionate and caring.

The second hexagonal part was sprinkled with obsession. Something that would own things very closely and make it difficult to part with.

The third triangle was perfectly settled with an ounce of jealousy. More so this angle was bound to get ignited with something better which was difficult to withstand.

Next was a difficult task. This corner was supposed to be brimmed to an extent of perfection. That would never take a chance to compromise. Be it a simplest of an act.

The largest portion in the centre was meant to be aesthetically very prominent and decent. Work on this centre was fast completed as this unique portion had an ability to transform very frequently and hence God left it on its own.

God still had to work on in building love. He did it much carefully. He hid this an inch deeper. Something that would not be much obvious but still protrude as and when it cant resist.

Sympathy , Feelings, Understanding, Maturity, Compromises, Courage were equally mixed with whole a lot of tears and pasted across the cerebellum.

A little bit of smartness, humour and creativity was finally garnished over with. God was not good at balancing and hence the entire stuff now tilted towards the right. Any further small touch would have been damaging. Hence he left it that way.

And that’s how God created the most beautiful thinking creatures on this earth. Women.

(Dedicated to all those women whom I love, adore, worship, respect, ignore, envy on this Women’s day)

Disclaimer : God has been quoted as “He” in this post, since majorly everywhere he is quoted like that.

Senescing.

Free Idiots

Jab boss ho out of control
mutthiko kar ke gol
mutthiko kar ke gol
Sar pe patak ke bol

Jab boss ho out of control
mutthiko kar ke gol
mutthiko kar ke gol
Sar pe patak ke bol

What izzz well???

Boss kya jaane apna tension kya hota
Subah sham jab apna pura laal hota
kabhi wah na milti bhale sau baar bhi try hota

To Phone utha number laga
Haath patak ke bol

Boss what izz well??
Arey boss will you tell?
Arey boss what izz well??

Politics hi politics hai
Promotion ka pata nahin
Promotion jo mile to saala
Increment ka pata nahin

Boss jo tera baat baat pe chillaye
Kaan ke niche do bajaake samjhade
Bhaad me jaa tu aur kisiko bulwale
Pen utha paper nikal
Chala jaoonga bol
B’coz nothing is well !!

Aree bhaiyaa nothing is well !!l
Abey bataa what izz well ???
Aree bhaiyaa what izz well ???

Mahine ki pagaar to babu
Ud jaay kab ye pataa nahin
Baaki bachti agar kuch bhi to
Kab lut jaaye pata nahin
Aisa chalta raha to apna kya hoga?
Har saal april me fir aise hi rona hoga
Koi na jaane apna career kya hoga
To batti buja dimaag khuja
dimaag khuja ke bol

boss, what izz well???
Aree bhaiyaa what izz well???
Abey bataao what izz well???

Main bataaoon nothing izz well !!!

Figuring speech !

I didn’t think I was willing to continue on this topic, but then ignoring a lady’s suggestion is more like saying no to a chocolate soufflé! It’s not that you don’t love it; but your fitness doesn’t permit you. GOD made a wise choice. He made Adam before Eve, because he didn’t want any advice on the matter

My sub is a brilliant persuader. This is dedicated to her mesolimbic pathway in the brain cellular activity.

As I grew up I could understand why mother tongue is called so. My dad though has been a good user of his tongue, but he usually didn’t interfere in my mom’s statements and better used it to taste. I continue to be on my dad’s tongue steps. In my house, I am the boss. My wife is just the decision maker.

Womens’ abilities to convince, persuade, provoke or present has no gender competition. Women have a last word in any argument it’s said. Any other word, she would utter is a start of a new argument is the corollary frequently claimed.

Larynx is also known as the voice box. When the larynx grows larger during puberty, it sticks out at the front of the throat. This is what’s called an Adam’s apple. Everyone’s larynx grows during puberty, but a girl’s larynx doesn’t grow as much as a boy’s does. There are two inferences out of this:
1.Man has been a restless eater right from ages, and hence Adam tried to swallow. Females have a control over their voice box. And as men know well, it can always be a self control.
2.Puberty can be diagnosed in other ways too.

Women usually talk out of their archives. When their memory supports their speech, the male counterpart gets a serious urge to vanish! Males on the other hand consider a bad memory as their strength. They feel it keeps the relationship in a better order.

I feel that the difference between a masculine and a feminine voice is less to do with their vocal folds but more of GOD’s interest in politics. The noise counts more than the voice.

Urbanization, Technology and Medical Innovations has bred a new wave – Transposing genders. While this may serve a personal purpose, it can hardly replace the verbal skills or verbs that kill.

For sure, ever in this galaxy, tongues will rule.

Senescing.

Word of mouth

Men speak well. Women talk well. There is only a ‘historical’ difference there. Men want to be understood. Women want to be listened. I might be wrong in my interpretations but my limited wisdom and narrow experiences make me mention this.

Its beautifully said that both men and women do full justice to their eardrums implant. The male gender uses one at time. The female both at a time immediately followed by the oral cavity.

Men species are brilliant in limited conversation and expressing more by little. Their opposite sex usually get a pleasure in conveying every nanometer. That’s why probably female teachers get liked faster.

I am terribly fond of one liners and have formed a group on FB wherein members can contribute their original wits and liners. The group hardly receives any female contributions. Perhaps the place is an injustice to their descriptive skills. It was fun to read a lady friend of mine contributing a whole story to convey a one line message.

The more a women talks, the more she gets empowered. Empowerment of expression, Power of being heard. Power of contributing. Lesser she remembers that the listener is a member of either of the sexes.

Men enjoy gestures. They love being understood with limited calorie “wastage “. In any male to male conversation, the topics shift like channels when u catch hold of a remote! Spontaneity and reflexes are thus better.

These realities have a huge tendency to be differed since I have some exceptional female friends
But what ever said Men are from Mars, Women from Venus ; Men can’t listen and Women Can’t read maps.

Senescing.

Silly kaun?

It’s fun. Sometimes silly. Have you come across Silicone Boobs across you? Well if it sounds something to fantasize, wait.. let me explain the Silicone Boobs theory.

In any gathering it’s very common to come across some characters who voluntarily raise their voices to be overheard by some just to let know that there’s something they are aware of what possibly some are ignorant about.

Or say in a conversation with someone who tries and exaggerates his ideas much to the extreme.

Then there are people who nevertheless they have no idea on the subject, master to project that nothing escapes them.

Likewise there are advisors with some illogical and worldly wisdoms of no use.

I call these characters as Silicone Boobs. Discovered to give that ultra cosmetic look and an envious middle figure, silicones have been extensively talked and laughed about.
Prosthetically a bust to the overall “flat” structure is something that silicone gloriously does.
Empty, hollow and flat – these characters too have their own artificial projections. Their actions try to reveal much more than otherwise they are actually build of. And more so like silicone boobs, they are to fascinate and project to the outer world.

So the next time, you come across a character of such an intellect, just close your eyes and remember Pamela’s assets.

Any comments?

Status Quo’nundrum’

I wonder sometimes whether organizations which maintain a status quo are more of a non adaptive ones or that which can challenge any change with its long existing systems and mindsets !

Conventional wisdom has been questioned by many authors in their printed works. Much has been scripted on change necessity, change barriers, innovation and creativity, out of box thinking etc..etc..

I doubt whether there has been a research on those practices of any organization which stay strong even amidst crisis and still manage to win the race…I really doubt for two reasons..One, there won’t be any I suspect; Second, there won’t be any because there can’t be any.
Na, I am not intending values or principles. I am clearly hinting at resistance to change.

People build organizations. And people build a organization’s culture. But this culture gets developed over a long tenure. And people who stay in the organization for a long time contribute maximum. Over the years, the new breed sometimes suffers. A clash of mindsets become frequent thus impacting the overall organization’s “quality” of operations!

This might be a common conundrum. I think I should leave this here and not volunteer to suggest any development of capabilities or non-risk aversive techniques…I should leave that to authors.

A Hamster’s Life

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Kindergarten thought..

Jack was always over ambitious. Highly energetic. He had an ardent desire to conquer the world.
Jack was synonymous with enthusiasm. He had a chivalric nature which was an envy. He had the knack to amuse. His flamboyant stories were famous.
Jack loved heroic moments. He personified a relentless commitment to his adventures. And he quite often got through successfully.
Jack could impress. Women loved to wine with him. Jack was a sought after by lovely gals whom he mesmerized to perfection.
Jack lived in today. He seldom dwelled upon on thoughts like what tomorrow.
But Jack could not foresee destiny. He never knew he would fall one day. So terribly that he would rarely get up. As he went up the hill, he was overjoyed. He could now quench his need. He was hero once again. Jill was pleased. They kissed each other and made love..…..
And the rest is history!