Tuesday, September 2, 2008

The Beer Prayer

Our Lager
Which art in barrels
Hallowed by thy drink,
Thy will be drunk,
(I will be drunk)
At home as it is in the pub.
Give us this day our foamy head,
And forgive us our spillages,
As we forgive those who spill against us.
And lead us not to incarceration,
But deliver us from hangovers.
For thine is The beer,
The bitter and the The lager.

- Barmen 

LONG LIVE THE THANNI THAMBIS INTERNATIONAL!!!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

yeM Bee yAy!!!!

While the 3 letters MBA can be an acronym for many different things, one of the best I have heard is 'Main Bhi Aaya' meaning one has followed the crowd (The other great one being a string of invectives which cannot be put here as adults may be reading this).

What I refer to is the mass exodus of humans every year to the temples of learning called B- School (business school for the uninitiated). This is, perhaps, the largest exodus of its kind, second only to that of the wilderbeasts in the Masai Mara region of Africa. The journey is fraught with peril and out of the thousands that embark on it, only a handful reach their destination.

The lions, crocodiles, hyenas and vultures wait patiently, fully aware that many a wilderbeast will succumb to the gargantuan task. Now who would let go of easy pickings?

The human exodus is no different, for they face a similar fate as the wilderbeasts - only the predators change. In this case, they are named math, logic and verbal ability. Seemingly innocuous, but extremely lethal, traps are sprung at every turn. A keen eye, great speed and accuracy are the only tools one can hope to wield against the monsters. For the few that survive, thousands perish. And those who make it, feast on the ambrosia of a brilliant career and drink the nectar of fat pay-checks.

As all cycles in nature, spring comes again, and like the wilderbeasts, a new exodus to B-schools begins.
My time has come to undertake the journey... and I hope for a safe crossing.




Monday, August 25, 2008

Rationalization of Guilty Pleasures!


Ever since I can remember, concepts of right and wrong, virtue and sin have always been drilled into my head. Perhaps a part of it (and a large one at that) is being born in into a certain religion, which has its unique set of do's and dont's.  I never had anything against any religion - never did and never will. But more often than not 'guilty pleasures' are equated to 'sin'. But as time passes me by, and the bones in my body make stranger sounds than my coffee machine, I wonder about Heaven and Hell.  

Chances are I wont make it to Heaven as by no stretch of imagination have I lived a pious and moral life. So then Hell it is - where one is to be damned for the rest of eternity (at least thats the definition). Blood-curdling. This, by implication, means that all that I like would be denied to me... Hence, I figure, why not make the most of the limited time on Earth and indulge in those guilty pleasures a little more?

One more whisky please...Hic...