what it takes to be being me.

this isn't a short cut or route to reach a pinnacle what u can call being me. Apparently I don't know how to describe myself either. If I have to settle for a one word to describe myself I would rather end up in Confusion. So I'm leaving the general scenario, which is making the things complicated. Just thinking about the situation right where I am, it is in a sort of state which is shuttling between confusion and reluctance.
I don't like when I'm made to work. A person like me would think why the hell did humankind make progress. Let alone technology why did we even come out of our cave life. it would have been real fun. I would have certainly enjoyed living a brute life.

change of priorities!
The Work.
With an attitude like this when if I'm tied up in a work anyone can deduce how well I will be coping up with the situation. For a person in the genre of a nomad when he is made to confine his life in a cubicle(a hall with everyone trespassing is to be taken as the definition in this particular case ) nothing else in life can be more odd.

The way they(we, including me) used to utter our Boss's name brings in, a sense of dejavu. It is just how the name Voldemort is mentioned by other wizards in Harry Potter series. Each time when it is required to mention his name it is uttered so lightly as possible as if it is tabooed.I don't have any such fears but still why taking risk, right??(I strongly believe he wont come anywhere near by my blog)..He is a very nice person,I would say generous or how else would I find myself in Acrodelon.


Note:
let me take the privilege to make little additions to this so as to prevent people from drawing hasty conclusions. I really admire my boss. He is a virtuoso in his chosen field and has got an aura in what ever he is doing. What I have mentioned has nothing to do with him. The way my colleagues(ok, including me) utter his name made me write it..

Comments

  1. UnknownMay 9, 2009 at 5:47 PM

    Last Para was just great... The people who made dat name to be uttered as if it is tabooed are aswini & resim.. especially aswini...

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  2. UnknownMay 9, 2009 at 5:47 PM

    And rember, he may see this blog, as its ur custom message in gtalk.. ;)

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