Days of our Lives!

November 28, 2007

The things that conspire

Filed under: My Dayz — Santhosh @ 12:17 AM

There was this forward that a friend of mine forwarded me. It was one of those “try this” ones that I waste 2 seconds everyday in trashing. But since this time it was a girl who’d done the deed and since she then caught me on GTalk to ask about the results (yeah, she’s that vetti), I had to act like this wasn’t really the 8th time I was receiving the same mail over the last 3 years and had to promise her I’d try this one that “really worked”. The activity was straight forward – arrange the following 5 activities in the order of priority if all happened at the same time :
1. The telephone is ringing!
2. The baby is crying!
3. Someone’s knocking or calling you from the front door!
4. You hung the clothes out to dry and it is beginning to rain!
5. You left the tap on in the kitchen and the water is already overflowing!

My sequence was
1. telephone
2. door
3. baby
4. clothes
5. water tap

Aaaand, the answer key :
1. Telephone represents Work
2. Baby represents Family
3. Door represents Friends
4. Clothes represent Money
5. Tap represents Love Life

And voila, that my gentlemen (and ladies) is the key to my Gnothi Seauton. My Love life is zilch, my bank balance is next to nothing. And right at the top yeah, I know I’ve done enough work and spent enough time in office over the 2 years of my career to give me a 8-yr work experience certificate.

My answering pattern went about like this :
The telephone is said to be ringing. As in the ones that stay put at one place. As in the ones that don’t display the incoming numbers. As in the ones that handsome boys like us always get blank calls in from all you beautiful girls. And if I don’t pick the call, my manager may well call the fire brigade and come to my place.
The call at the door, for all I know, could be the one from an IIM. So obviously I’m going to be breaking the damn door down if they tell me it’s standing in the way.
Oh Baby Baby Baby One More Time. Since when haven’t babies cried? It’s the job of the little critters to scream their lungs out. But still, I wouldn’t want the fella to grow big and tall and handsome and get all those Abdul Kalam’s year 2020 girls behind him without giving me a single intro to one of them just bcoz I didn’t pick him when he was crying after having broken yet another train set, would I?
Not to worry! I never wash my jeans! So in all probability I’m going to be bringing them out if it starts to rain, so that you can see grimy brown rivulets flowing out from my backyard.
And as for saving water being right at the bottom of the pile, I plan on using a thiruttu connection from next door as and when I own a place. But if the tap represents love, then how does it affect me with respect to my neighbour’s wife???

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4 Comments »

  1. nee periya aalu da maaplae [:)] serious a

    Comment by crazyBugga — December 1, 2007 @ 11:20 PM | Reply

  2. and since when the fuck did u start “approving” comments, u wimp

    Comment by crazyBugga — December 1, 2007 @ 11:21 PM | Reply

  3. stuck wit a dumb tag. and when i was done with it i cld imagine only one person who’d flinch as much….ur tagged. by dharma u r forced to continue the crap. and inflict the torture upon more souls….ps: goyyale word verif, approval… konja naal le biometric scans lam kooda poduve pole irukku!!!

    Comment by Mark IV — December 3, 2007 @ 5:18 PM | Reply

  4. @crazybuggaEver since ever again bud!@markivvarra varra kaadhae nalla kaeka matudhu….

    Comment by santhosh — December 5, 2007 @ 9:02 PM | Reply


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