Interesting Motherfucker

Interesting Motherfucker: (noun)

An individual exhibiting such uniqueness or individuality that he or she will cause a roomful of bar cronies to exclaim, "That's one interesting motherfucker!" Actual sexual relations with one's mother are not required.

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This was on January 5th. Louis Braille's birthday. Loved this one!

The real dude

This one is for my so called distant brother and mentor in life. I hope he doesn’t mind me posting this before he does on his blog but I had to do this. He has recently notched up a job with US AID in India as their Executive Director based in Bangalore. If you didn’t read carefully the Executive Director of US AID. The application asked for a master’s degree and 12- 15 years of experience!! Not to mention the big pay package.

Something interesting, an excerpt from a conversation with a client when I was in Mumbai.

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Me – Sir I would like to meet you and discuss some initiatives we have taken forward in AIESEC

Client – ok, when? I’m really busy till Friday.

Me – Anytime would be fine for me sir, how about Saturday then ?

Client – err, lemme check. (After few seconds) Aalekh, even on Saturday I’m busy

Me – (reaching the point of desperation, I had been trying to meet this guy form the past month. I had to do something here and meet him within this week; otherwise my project would go for a toss.) Sir do you remember Aakash Sethi ? Tall white guy, he met you in 2002? I’m his brother, am working for the same position which he was. He was remembering you the other day.

Client – Ohhhhhh! So you are Aakash Sethis brother!!! Come come, you can come anytime on Saturday. I actually wanted to see the match that’s why I had kept the day free, but no problem we can watch it together. How is Aakash ? Where is he working ? Are you his real brother ?

Me – errr, no sir I’m a distant cousin of his but very closely related. He’s doing well. Woking with Ambuja cement currently.

Apart from spending 3 hours with me the guy also treated me to lunch, no wonder from the next time Aakash was “reminded of” to everyone I met, whom he had met earlier as my brother!! And the response was always very encouraging.

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So you can understand why he deserves the post which he has been selected for.

He epitomized the “senti” LCP during his term. He was the connoisseur in giving speeches and making others cry. Once when asked in an LCong what does he think of AIESEC. He said “AIESEC is like a naked women in front of you, full of opportunities but it’s up to you to use it”. Though that didn’t motivate anyone present to a great extent, but it went down in history as one of the best metaphors I’ve heard for AIESEC ever.

Congrats dude. Bangalore is waiting!! (Just please get me the superman t-shirt form NY, this post is just to butter you up for that as you know I can do anything for superman stuff, if possible also throw in a cap, watch, poster etc…)

Think...

1. If Fed Ex and UPS were to merge, would they call it Fed UP?
2. Do Lipton Tea employees take coffee breaks?
3. If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?
4. If people from Poland are called Poles, why aren't people from Holland called Holes?
5. Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
6. Why the man who invests all your money called a broker?
7. If horrific means to make horrible, does terrific mean to make terrible?
8. Why is it called building when it is already built?
9. If a book about failures doesn't sell, is it a success?
10. If you're not supposed to drink and drive, then why do bars have parking lots?
11. If you take an Oriental person and spin him around several times, does he become disoriented?
12. If vegetarians eat vegetables, what do humanitarians eat?? Humans ???
13. If working hours are meant for working, then why are you reading this??

Yes

3 hours to bus
10 minutes to finish work
90 minuetes to salsa
Hungry now
2 days to mom’s sister’s marriage
2 minutes to download music
8 months to finish Life of Pi
Thousands of minutes to brood
Countles hours to what i want to really do
7 months of work
5 minutes to write this
5 seconds to think
10 seconds to change song
Last coffee for the day arrives
Last song for the day started - I'm wrong, but you ain't right
4 years in Aiesec
3 years in college
14 years in school
7 years to stardom
22 years of me
How many years to emancipation
God knows when I die

View from the window

I sit here trying to think of something to write again, which I almost do everyday now but never implement. I put that in the back of my mind everyday until it hits me hard like a hangover, and then I cant think or do anything else, just sit and glare in front of my monitor with eyes protruded like that of an owl. But alas some things are never meant to be, my fingers never get the kind of exercise I want them to get and the words I sometimes write next to each other never give any meaning to my thoughts.

I sit here on my computer, besides this window watching the sun go down which was never just an astronomical entity for me. It fills me with grief and pleasure at the same time. Grief, I don’t know why. Pleased because this view has tingled my creative urges, which I never thought it would. The sky is changing its colour like a chameleon and I am having delusions of grandeur. I can see four pine trees almost reaching till my window within a distance of 10 feet and their top looks like a child desperately trying to hold on to a wall to get on the other side but only manages to get his face above it. Suddenly the memories of my childhood have exploded in my brain and can’t seem to settle down. The only thing that multiplies faster than rabbits are memories, especially if you get the feeling of masochism it tends to multiply at the speed of lightning. The window has grills which cut the view in 15 frames of equal sizes. I can’t see the vehicles passing, but I can surely hear them and feel the terrible vibrations when frequently a bus passes by.

and he said

"I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species"

Tyler Durden - Fight Club

like a hawk

Yes, it’s official. I can see without specks now!! No more squirming my eyes to get a clear vision, no more searching for glasses in the morning as soon as I get up to get a view of who woke me up. No more expenses on different frames! I can see without an external aid now. I can see clearly without misidentifying people or rather ignoring them because I just cant see them.

But at what cost?

At tremendous pain!! (And of course 20 grand)

Who said the laser surgery wasn’t painful. It pains like hell. It feels like the sun right in front of and you not being able to blink because your eyes are strapped up. It feels like somebody playing with your eyeballs and fiddling around them, because someone actually is. It smells like something burning for those 15 or 16 seconds when the laser is being shot at you, because your cornea is actually burning. And it feels like a thousand micro pebbles in your eyes for the 6 hours after the operation because your cornea is adjusting itself to the new position. But after three days I think the pain was worth it. Although the vision is not extremely clear, it still smudges around lights but the doctors say that will go away with time. But yes as someone once said to me the best part is getting up in the morning and being able to see things as they are and where they are. Not to mention the different types of shades I can try now.