Through the wringer

It’s been one of those horrible weeks (why do there seem to be so many of those nowadays?). Working till late in office everyday and bad news on a couple of other fronts as well. I’m beginning to seriously question the sanity of continuing to do what I’m doing presently. I know the road goes ever, on and on, as Bilbo Baggins so elegantly put it (or was it Gandalf? I’m feeling too beat to even open my favourite book and find out) but doesn’t a poor hobbit like yours truly ever get to sit and rest and ponder for a bit sometimes? This stupid corporate rat race is making me feel more and more like vermin with each passing day.

The Passion of the Serpent

The powers-that-be in this Kafka-esque organisation where I earn my daily casserole have decided that I needed some passion infused into my completely disinterested soul. So the next two days will see me trudging to a place called Chandivali, a spot so remote from civilisation that it takes over an hour to get there from the nearest railway station.

Even for a headless chicken I sometimes think this company is remarkably clueless.

 

Oh well, eastward ho!

Inevitable

Well I guess once the media cottoned on to the fact that Fisichella would make a better driver for Ferrari than the perennially incompetent Badoer, it was only a matter of time before the powers-that-be cottoned on as well.

Where did that one come from?

Giancarlo Fisichella’s 2nd place in this Sunday’s F1 Grand Prix definitely falls into the category of things that have no reasonable explanation. I know it’s been one of the very random seasons in F1 where anybody stands a chance to pull out a win, but still this was way more than even their greatest fan could’ve expected. Let’s just hope they stay on track and pull out a win sooner rather than later.

Checking for life

Took a pulse today. Is there any future for this blog? I’m becoming increasingly sceptical.

An unwanted weekend out

Our new boss - about whom the best thing I can think of saying right now is that he probably isn't a serial killer - has started his innings in charge of the team with an act of Nero-esque wanton-ness. He has scheduled a "Strategy Meet" that will occupy the entire weekend. For those of you not in the know, a "Strategy Meet" is a self-defeating exercise in gaseousness wherein various stakeholders try their hardest to prove that the meet itself is not a colossal waste of time.

Bah! I'm a most unhappy Elver.

Photos from our Ranthambhor Trip (9-14 April 2009)