It seems only when faced with extreme pressure do I turn to QuandarI. Coz I started writing here in a similar situation that I find myself (trapped) in now. I don’t wanna go into the details, my job is boring enough to spoil my life, I wouldn’t wanna drag it in to my blog too. But just to give you a perspective of things at stake here, let’s just say: if my boss sees me adding my share of tripe to the web when I am supposed to be adding it (the same tripe......Duh) to the gazillion lines of code, he wouldn’t think twice before lunging forward and ripping my guts off and ################# (censored for the sake of the weak-hearted readers) and did I mention that he’s a veggie.
I guess t’was a tad too graphic a metaphor to think of, but I blame Frank Miller and Zack Snyder for my hyper-active and hyper-bloody imagination. They are the creators of the 300 the comic and the movie respectively, which happens to be a very appealing and attractive package of blood and gore wrapped in beautiful landscapes and visuals created in CGI. It’s really amazing how a single movie can open up whole new avenues in the realm of movie making. Actors acting on sound stages with the whole location and elements in their minds alone, landscapes created not to resemble the reality, but to materialize the imagination of the story-teller, to mention a few. Not that it has never been done before, but I’ve not seen such an extensive and effective use of CGI in movies. For those who are wondering, no I am not reviewing the movie.........at least not now.
Coming back to the subject of revival of QuandarI after digressing lavishly, well here I am. Actually speaking I was on the look out for some topic on which I can babble at length, but I have succumbed to the endemic called 'middle-eastern-hebetudinous' (excuse me for the lack of a better name) I think it’s in the air, the symptoms include extreme laziness => lazy enough to wish that my boss will forget that I ever worked for him, so that I never have to wake up from my bed, never ending ennui => ‘bored to death’ gains a whole new meaning when you are in this part of the world, crazy timing sense => gotta wake up on a Sunday morning and rush to the office......I know this is the height of madness, (I choose to comfortably forget the fact that my Friday’s are off, but come on I can’t work when the people around the world are still in their beds doing whatever they want to (pun unintended) now don't you come back waving the time difference logic on my face) and many others. So, until I get a defibrillator and give my brain a kick-start I can’t read/write/think cohesively or intelligibly.
Being a great optimist in the truest sense (whatever that means), I stop my whines and excuses here and assure you that next time I am choking with pressure and need to vent it out I’ll be here. And in the rare event of me figuring out something to write about, I’ll definitely do it.
Almost forgot, I was overwhelmed to see a comment on my previous post, a special thanks to the kind soul, not to mention that I had to force her and numerous other unsuspecting friends of mine to endure the torture (read as, going through my blog). It is on your continuous support and inexorable tolerance that people like me thrive upon.
Parting Thought: Well I'm going back to coding, where the irony is, I myself have to add comments to the horse-s**t that I write. Now, can it get any sadder??
