Got My First Heart Problem

Yesterday Momma turned sixty and I got my first heart stroke.

It was all sweaty and scary feeling...Momma! This kills me now. But I relapse again, just to say 'Happy Birthday' - wish you not a long but fruitful living anyhow.

Dear Sistah

It’s the last and the least expected gesture that my sister would have imagined in her life. She might choke…feel aghast…or die an unceremonious death but not this…, Never! Rather, she would feel spirited if I say something like this: “My sister may look like an angel but her heart is as black as yours and mine.” Hey, wait a minute! She's my sister; and I need to tell her... You know, you were always my favorite. (No kidding)

It was an absolute disaster (that I always thought to be) when she was born but she turned to a pilot and warrior. A little dental floss, a toothache, a back pain, and a constant dementia—but a sister who glides you through turf and double-check before you land safe. (Think again! Dude…she’s pro in butt-kicking)

Strange to realize that love can be more dangerous than hate! And, now when I like to say ‘how bad and lonely I am…’, I could tell it only to her. Sister, I am so sorry for what I've done to you for all these ages and after everything you've done for me. I just wanted my sister back so badly, at a time when she is most required.

What a waste? My sister does not care for the expression…but she’s the one who’s most soughted now. Meet me next life…Ciao!

Dead Body in my Cubicle

Well, that's something I've got to talk to you about, because that could be as disgusting as myself. [Yelling my lungs out] Just stop harassing me. And most importantly, death is an everyday part of the workplace. So when you see my dead body don’t freak out.

I thought for Myself

One more night I stayed awake and then I think of myself. Why, I should stick to this mess and don’t call the shot? It has been long and teary but short journey. (Isn’t that enough!)

Break-free! GO you lil birdie…GO.

Sour Taste

I woke up with sour taste in my mouth. I tastes 'uuughhhhh'. Bad breath? Nah!

Last night, I worked till the wee hours and its been a routine. For past three months, I am no more a happy-go-lucky man anymore. I turned drooped, frustrated, and deeper sighs. They call me 'sadist'. I turn to One. No more happiness!

Life tastes sour, 'uuugh'!

Whill You Pay My Bills

I'm into a bad job and how I feel? Mixed feelings on this one though. It appears that what you desire for in a job cannot come in one package. It can either be that the company and people are great, but the job sucks, OR the people and job are great, but the company isn’t.

In fact, its not about the job. I don't really feel like working anymore. So, I think its gonna suck on the first day (i.e. dragging myself out of bed). Anyway, the ever-so-practical me will go to work nonetheless. Who else is gonna pay for my bills if I don't work?

One More Bug Report

A big problem in software development nowadays in the practical and academic sense is the Bug Reviewer and his bug report. The idea is to fill the excel sheet with numbers of comments (both suggestive and direct) and not to check it to the previous sheet but ‘Open’ status. What is to be done now? Maybe with a restrictive and patience you can understand the severity of the fixes and not write a report that loose confidence or make one go saying: ‘Huh! Infosys”

Well, I know this isn't really a bug report and it's not really a suggestion either. The idea is to fill the rows with numbers of comments and contradict what you say in the previous sheet. The status therefore remains ‘Open’. Mebbe! A few restrictive steps or patience could save any one of us from the severity but each time you send me ‘Open’!

I say: ‘Huh! Infosys’

Guess what I found. Suggestions…Personal commentaries…Refer to original PPT (that highly scribbled and not make sense). So, back to the original bug (Huh!) I understand your game plan, Iago. If you use the original it’s a bug since it is not rewritten or attended per expected. If you rephrase, its bug since it is not the original. You got the double-sword and walk with scathe.

I knew this was not a good long-term placement, but I've been just kind of coasting along. Where are the good jobs going? Why do I need to work for a company that I hate? Resume…Creditability…Customer Satisfaction…Bug Reports…It all sucks! I've become completely fed up.

My Life is in Mess

Those who read my Gtalk caption “My life is in mess…” and were curious you can see, I am very much into a mess.

Living with a sour man, gang of friendless seniors, incompetent mates, and a compulsive sedate who try to drugs; life can’t be anything more than a ‘mess…’. They pick me and hurled me like a Frisbee as the bouncers on bars who feel men while bouncing. I am in a real SHIT!

Nearly doubled my risk of coronary heart disease by smoking 30-sticks a day and more, making myself twice as likely to have heart failure. In my last blood test many of my body functions showed signs of improvement, but the doctors are less than optimistic now.

What a mess! Twenty-four hours a day you sit an' you can have a whole mess cooked before you. Did you enjoy me? As few lesser men who read this blog might remark, here's another fine mess you've gotten for us. Stop’ it kiddo! Get out of it…

And I answered, this whole thing is my fault I shouldn’t have picked this mess