Rolling Stone magazine spoke to Mr.Teabags. And a great chat it was too.

The Telegraph has an article about the shambles Liverpool are in . Some of the better jokes:

1. Alberto Aquilani is like having a ‘Z’ in Scrabble. You wait forever for your chance to cash in, by which point everyone else is miles ahead.

2. Given the entertainment on offer, you can see why Liverpool fans now take toys to games.

3. David Ngog is not fit to wear the shirt. Or, in fact, sell the shirt in the club shop.

4. Rafa Benitez plans all subs in advance of kick-off, rather than analysing and utilising his bench options to change its course. Why else would he take off Yossi Benayoun?

5. Steven Gerrard pulls his groin so often because his team-mates aren’t good enough to pass the bloody thing to his feet.

6. Andriy Voronin’s one meaningful role is to make Lucas’ hairstyle look less awful.

7. That gives Voronin one meaningful role more than Ryan Babel.

“Rangers totally humped by Romanians Unirea”

Who else , but F365?

Its wierd but I always tend to blog a lot more frequently when my arse is on fire. Like now for instance. This term is quite easily the toughest term for us in the HR course at XLRI. But here i am blogging at 1:30 am. Now that I am starting to experience the no-time-to-breath B-school life that everyone talks about, the lack of other pursuits or the paucity of time to pursue the same is accentuated. My average music listening time has come down from 8 hrs a day to a measly four! I haven’t read a single book since comign here. I started reading a Pratchett but soemthing kept coming up and now I’ve just given up on the idea of reading a book. So now I have started reading short stuff. Mostly poems and short stories (i have reduced the number of essays, newspapers and online encyclopedias i read: if anyone needed any more proof that my brain cells are dying).

I now spend most of my leisure time in listening to Vasantrao Deshpande. i had previously only heard others covering his work. NOw that i’ve heard him, I have to say , ‘The man is god!’ . Absolutely brilliant!

One of my new favourite webcomics is ‘Hello Cthulhu’. I totally love the juxtaposition of evil God and everything cute. I strongly recommend it. To appreciate it you, of course, need to have heard of Hello Kitty and Cthulhu. If you haven’t read up on them first. Otherwise it’s no fun.

And as everyone must know from my facebook status message, I have started reading a lot of Poe. The Raven is now one of my all time favourite poems. In case you are interested : this is a great site for poe fans.

So when will i get time to do worthwhile stuff for respectable periods of time again? I hope not ‘nevermore’.

I’m not so sure how BDFL will react to this.

jr

PS: Our Faux HIbernian friend did this, not me. I am just an innocent misanthropic HR guy.

Who cares who actually won the Nobel Prizes?  Its obvious that those who thoroughly deserved them were nonchalantlyoverlooked by the evil Institutes that decide the winners of these Great Prizes.

So here is the list of those great souls who deserved the Nobel Prize but were cruelly denied this year.

Peace: Barack Obama – for NOT attcking Iran

Literature: Barack Obama – for his succinctly written tweet which described  in 144 charcaters what a twit Kanye West is.

Chemistry: Barack Obama – for proving the hollow, full-of-gas  nature of US presidential promises especially in relation with a certain country called Afganistan.

Physics: Barack Obama -for disproving Newton’s third law by provoking a much larger reaction than action in the form of an exclaimation of  ‘You Lie!’ from a respected public personality.

Medicine: Barack Obama – for being from so many countries that people all over the world think they’ve a right on him.

Economics: Barack Obama – for single handedly halving the demand for professional torturers and sensible CEOs

Much has been written about the recent austerity drive undertaken by the Congress government and the subsequent effects of this on their members (most notably Shashi Tharoor and the positively ludicrous ‘cattle-class’ episode). The Times of India recently carried an article about the Government extending this austerity drive to the C.E.O.s of private companies as well. Imposition of stringent restrictions on the spending of politicians and other people in (supposed) public service makes complete sense since it is the tax-payers money that is being used. However applying the same standards to the private companies is not only unfair to them but also ridiculous in that the salaries that the employees is entirely the organisations prerogative. Putting a cap on salaries makes absolutely no sense as the amount of salary offered often decides whether a company can get the man it wants or not. The salary cap on the CEOs of private organisations sends the country back fifty years to the days when ‘profit was a dirty word’.

It is indeed depressing that even though the Congress now has the absolute majority, the absence of which critically impeded their actions last term, they are not addressing the issues which were bound to be opposed by someone or the other in their coalition last term but are in fact wasting their time stretching fundamentally good initiatives to the point of rupture by applying them outside their domain of validity.

An interesting thing happened today. The day began quite as planned with me getting up at 11:30 , then having my morning cup of tea and following that up with lunch. After lunch I had …..another cup of tea. Now when we went for this second cup of tea i got to see a very unique way of expressing displeasure. As I don’t want to take names and vilify people here, lets say it was Me, Aunty and Flippy Bong Ghissu  (for your convenience the shorter version of the nickname has been used). So there we are sitting and having a mindblastingly  hot cup of tea when Aunty starts discussing about the people who work and the ones who dont. One accusation thrown about is the one pertaining to Flippy Bong Ghissu’s work habits. Now Flippy (now I’m just being lazy) normally does not get pissed enough to actually cause bodily harm to people. But, oh my , we saw another side of her today. within seconds of the utterance of the fateful slanderous accusation Flippy grabbed a cup of scalding hot tea and emptied the glass* on Aunty’s head. I don’t know if you’ve ever had tea-flung at you, but trust you me, it hurts.

This story has several morals:

1. Don’t cast aspersions on people’s work habits especially if they have any of the following on them:

Boiling hot tea, acid , rdx, grenade, napalm , knives, machetes, revolvers , sandpaper , pianos , portable iron maidens, management books , tarantulas or kittens.

2. Even if aspersions are cast about your work habits , it’s not cool to hurl blistering hot liquids across rooms onto living beings. If the beings are human/arachnids  it may be acceptable in some circumstances , but for anything else its out of the question.

3. And most importantly , whatever happens do not waste tea , especially when farmers are dying in Vidharba.

And finally , in order to stop these shocking acts of unrestrained violence and horrific wastages,  I demand the Parliament comes up with a law criminalising tea-flinging.

* Some parts of this article might be slightly exaggerated, apocryphal or at least wildly inaccurate.

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