The Electric Chair

Well, this is my fiftieth post! What have I learnt? One of the top of the mind thoughts is: The number of comments is inversely proportional to the quality of the post. This is not an opinion, its a fact, culled out from a sample size of fifty. If you dont believe me, check it out. Well, what else up with me? Am having a bad time at work. Its a saturday and I was in office till 930. Wanted to go to a pub, but as luck wud have it, no one was available. So am watched a movie at home and kept Mr Smirinoff company. Talking about work, i'm really irritated. Either everyone is incompetent or inefficient (this applies to people under me or around me) or worse, they are intellecutally dishonest and have an amazing capacity of calling a spade not a spade (and this applies to people above me). What else? Since this is my fifth drink, and am just on a roll, I'd like to talk about different levels of intimacy. For some people, sending an sms is a more intimate form of self expression than kissing. I think she'd agree to make love to me before she'd send me an sms. In which case some of my very logical minded friends would logically point out that I dont have much to complain about! Well, sometimes, I just like to receive an sms! She says i'm completely mad. Shes not the first one to say so. Well maybe i'm just mad in a different kind of way than what the rest of the world is.

Maybe I'm just rambling.... but maybe its not just me...

# posted by A Chrysanthemum by any other name... : 12:01 PM