Bad Work Day

Some days at work are tough. Especially when u get taken off a work u r doing well and get thrust into a section of work that is detested by many. It seems like that is the way things are with me. May be its part of the development process.

Now you have set of people from my previous work who thought I was the best man for an upcoming work. That thought happened because they themselves know this work ain't a focus field and is not an easy task. It involves tons and tons of paper-work, bureaucracy and associated politics to be done away with and that is a responsibility they could not take. Now, that is what I call smart work. In the kind of environment I work in, this is the easy way out. Find a scape goat, put him to the sword and get appreciated and thereby promoted.

Injustice seems to be the way, and it is not something I should stand by and see. I am still young and very eligible to seek alternate options. As time moves, I think its time I seriously think of moving across from this domain, into a domain I like or on to something more prestigious.

I would love to read more, write more, travel more, take some great snaps, enjoy some great variety of foods etc. Its probably like this. The Bad days are probably the eye openers, probably the day where u become the cynical about everything that is. Probably its good, that one assesses his options time and again.

At times when there are a hundred things running parallel, it drives you mad. This change might be beneficial in that respect as much of the head banging my current section bought might get cut out and there lies the negative point too. I stand a greater chance to fail in my new assignment. It's untested its fucking moronic and what not.

Berating here always has a positive effect here. Seems like I should be here more often.

Seeya.
 

Password Problem

Yet another day, a Sunday has whizzed past and all that remains of it are the promises of a brighter tomorrow.

I always fumble trying to login here, I seem to have created some 200 odd passwords for my 100 odd activities that require a username and password and it always becomes messy - the login process. I have endlessly pondered on the need to document my passwords somewhere.

Much has been written about password security and how people crack them using some questions. So, what I normally do, while registering myself, set myself IDs & passwords related to my previous but differ in a very minute way and I have also developed a habit of mixing up the way I answer my question for unlock password.

So what?

I register myself with the above said procedure and come back an year back, or sometimes a month back and find myself unable to proceed. The reason being unable to retrieve from the cob-webs inside my head the password and sometimes the username as well. Then I try for the question to reset and I find myself more confused.

It's lucky certain applications have a reset password link that sends across a link for reset and activation, but that isn't case with a google or a yahoo and also with some institutional logins. Without a reset link, you are stuck and lost, leading to a new ID registration in times of dire need.

So,

I am off.

Win 8, laptop and life in general

Now, I am on Windows 8 and I am totally confused of its operation. What's this? Why do I feel like I am in some kind of mobile screen, loaded with loads of apps. I am totally confused as to how to go into an application, how to go back, how to navigate? Hopefully time will make me familiar with this adamant, god knows where the navigation buttons are OS.

And at a place where I earn my livelihood, I find myself stuck in a strange strange crazy situation. I got dragged into a situation between two warring parties and now I become the aggressor. Then there are sections I deal with, interested only in saving and polishing their arses, while carelessly slinging mud across others. And not to speak of the craziness that goes at my abode.

Coming back to the title, I haven't partitioned my hard-drive. It's been two years now and I feel odd that I haven't gone for the partition given that I was very familiar with these kind of operations, before I started the fight for livelihood. Laziness, too much of fleeting likes, directionless initiatives, over expectations, too much rich food etc..all contributed to my not being able to do this simple activity. Probably over-time I could have earned much more technical knowledge than that I own now. But time's dead, so are the possibilities.

Well, so much for berating about all that's wrong. It's a relief, a relief of a special kind.

I have a pair of eyes prying on to this content I write, not that I like, but I can't get them away.

So much for veiled content, so much for today.






 

Bye Bye Miss American Pie

I have this song running through my head for the last two days now..Bye Bye Miss American Pie, Drove my chevee to levee, but the levee was dry. I heard it first on FM while driving and got instantly attracted to its lines and music.

The music's still making rounds in my head, while i am at a cafe trying to pass on a paper to Mr.President who has sought a paper today itself. For Godsake, it is a Sunday!!!!!!

The weather's hot, the AC at the cafe is not cold enough, i look up i find a fan hanging on to the wall..i might as well use it.

So off to some number crunching and bluffing!

Meanwhile the song still revolves around the head

ye, bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
Them good ole boys were drinking whiskey in Rye
Singin' this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

chao!

Thoughts,Ideas - No Action Cut

Sleep's pulling me to its fold, while i fight the pull, stay awake partially by lingering feeling of guilt.
So many aims, so many dreams, so many thoughts-Ideas and no execution. It's like a dream, as one in the Satyam Interview board rightly said Mythia - an imaginary world.

It's like thoughts of this that and what not, thoughts lead to ideas - ideas to plans - and then somehow the debacle happens - NO ACTION and then mr.procastination comes into picture - the couch is hit with plans of an early day, only to end up waking with no other options but to shelve all the plans and focus on hitting office.

It's the month of November, it thunders and it rains. The thunders at times evoke fear, a fear of destruction, but more importantly a fear that i might lose my modem to high pulse of current.

So..i am off!
 

Back to Square One

My previous blog said i am a blogger for six straight years. With something like 30 posts in 6 years and declaring its presence on facebook, made me shy/doubtful to how my posts will be perceived. And this led to the waning of my contribution.

With Impending Travelogues I plan to jot down my experiences, travels, memories, upload photos being anonymous and freeing me from the backlog of thoughts that everyday work gifts me.

My eye has been giving me trouble for over a week now, with a stye that refuses to go away. The swelling around the eye-lid now spread across the left eye giving me a punched in the eye look.

Nothing More.

So Long!