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The law of conservation of snores

well.. this happened during a conversation with MR's house-mate FT when they were together .. he no longer stays with MR.. FT is a guy with a terrific sense of humor!!..

He used to be working for a rather big comp which is almost a monopoly in the domain, The number 1 comp which is on a acquisition spree.. which arose from humble beginnings but now has become a real mature one , an ideal case for CMM. people no longer matters there , the process is and whatever may be the case the comp rolls on.

So FT says, "Nowadays in the comp after lunch time we can hear a lot of snores coming from here and there"

MR thought about the beginning of the comp , it was a venture started by a few people , may be in those days when they were implementing the core logic of the solution, they might have worked overnight and missed a lot of snores ,and that is being expended out here .. This is simply the law of conservation of snores. The number remains constant !!


~MR

The world conspires ...

Was it the Friday the 13th ..Ohh no .just missed it was friday the 11th ...Anyway it was a bit of horror as MR had to witness a big set of mix ups ..

so it began like this ..

MR wants a important doc to be made from the hon: govt of india ..which should have been taken long back ,but due to inherent quality of madi (laziness), the MR had delayed for ...yes ..almost 8 yrs ..And now the time has come it seems

So this time he doesn't want to miss a chance , the doc application requires a recent photograph .. MR have an old photograph , but i guess that resembles somebody else rather than MRs present face morphology .. so MR decides to take a new photograph ..

walks to the studio and takes the photo, the studio walah presents with a large array of offers ..12 passport 6 stamps ..40rs etc etc ... and a never ending permutation of passport and stamp sizes ..MR opt for the 40rs whatever ..

MR catches the next bus to office ..usual things over there ..anyway MR notices that his phone is a bit more active than before ..getting too many calls from unknown numbers ..MR simply ignores the calls ..they can be from job consultants whom MR is now allergic of

its the evening when the things get more interesting ..after a grueling session of ff 2.0 testing by 5.30 MR receives a mail from the broadband provider..you have not paid the bill ..pay or get disconnected ..what the heck ..MR is furious .. if you have paid then furnish the details ..the isp threatens more ... well no idea of the cheque number ..so MR catches the next bus home ..And ...finds what!! ..

The broadband is not working at all .. MR grabs the cheque book and figures out the what the cheque number would have been and runs to the next net-cafe to shoot the reply ..

Net-cafe .. guess the cafe owners were absolutely unaware of the happenings in the web2.0 space ..so they were still using the old IE5s .. which the new age mail service ..works ..but with a bit a hesitation ..so using the IE5 gmail MR shoots a reply with the cheque number (which god only knows was correct or not)

The next moment, MR is totally in WAR against the ISP ..and decides to go for a wireless connection from the most sought after provider of wireless internet ..so he goes to their World and this is the conversation that goes on there ..

MR. I want to get a ------ connection.
Net Guy : ..what kind usb/pc card
MR : whatever i dont care..
Net Guy: we need the address proof blah blah
MR: here's the copy of my rental agreement.
Net Guy: Agreement wont do , do you have bank statement,gas statement,telephone bill ..

MR doesn't have that ..anyway

One more guy hijacks the conversation ..

MR says

I have a ebill of my ------ broadband account ..
Netguy 2: Ohh that will do ..login to your mail ID and get me a printout ..

So MR goes inside ..

Can i have a printout from my mail account ..

Netguy 3 : The server is down no way ..

GREAT !!!! ..

Anyway escape from there ..

Still there is a photograph to be collected from the studio ..

so lets go there MR thinks ..

place: The studio : 7:30PM.

MR : Can i collect the photograph
Studio Walah: (visibly a bit uneasy) ..Oye ..where is that .(asks some other guy)

Together they do a bit of every search algorithm ..finally

Studio Walah: Sir, we dont have ur photograph
MR: why, I had come in the morning,you had taken my photograph I have paid the advance in full as well in indian currency
Studio Walah: The file had gone corrupt ,we tried calling you but you never picked up the phone

MR now understood why the phone was too active ..!!

MR:Now what can be done ..
Studio Walah: Take a new one ..you'll get it by tomorrow morning ..

MR : TAKE IT

Well it has something to do with the same fraternity..some bug -> file corruption..good job bro


After a good deal of waiting , the studio is free ... MR goes in takes the photo and out ..



time is 8:30 ..


what can a normal man do when the whole world seems to conspire against him .. simply wait and accept

First things first

Guess i'd been editing this post for a number of times .. initial hiccups ..who knows? ..may be hiccups for ever..

so its first things first .. laying out some conventions ,themes for the "would be" blog of mine. As its evident , iam the Mystic Riddler .. so why not the blog have the theme of riddles ..or why cant the blog be a riddle to unfold the identity of the characters portrayed with a bit of fun

Riddler is supposed to be an alter-ego of the blogger, more characters come by who are the blogger's house mates ,colleagues who'll be named in a riddly fashion..

OK .so whats behind the bloggers name? .. well..its a short story which will be published in a subsequent post.

The posts will be told by the ~MR who is the riddler complement who explains the scenario in the 3rd person .. that might be an interesting idea ..


~MR

shelling out the courtesy

well..This happened on one of those biking days when MR had been using CBZ of his house mate..

One fine morning ..MR thinks , why not go to the office in bike .. goes out takes the bike out of the stands and tries to start.

hmm.. it seems FT hadn't been in the habit of giving the bike enough petrol.. ..MR shakes the petrol tank..there is some petrol any way ..may be not a to and fro journey. MR doesn't want to be stranded on the way

MR avoids one or two petrol bunks on the way ..they seems to be selling adulterated petrol ..

Near the office MR finds one a shiny new petrol bunk .. rides straight it ..

well ..what MR finds is a totally new environment ..

Normally in a mallu petrol bunk , we go a say "oru anjooru" (for 500rs) , you get the petrol,pay and leave ..

This is different , the operator is a middle aged lady, who welcomes MR first in english (with a bit of hesitation)
MR: petrol beku , 200rs
Lady: Welcome sir. Power try maadi sir,it has additives more performance ..blah blah
MR: No, Normal unleaded is OK
Lady: Try maadi saarrrrrrr..

Mr: Visibly annoyed ."enthoru maaranam aanu ithu (what the heck is this) ... MAADI

MR opens the petrol tank and expects the usual thing .. NO there is MORE ..

lady: get off the bike sir

MR, gets off the bike ..ini athu koodi sammatichilla ennu venda ..

she fills the petrol ,MR pays and MR drives off ..


Hey ..is the CBZ a bit more powerfull now???????? MR wonders..


~MR

back to square one...

again one more attempt to start bloggin ..

lets see how its going to work out this time ..


!!!!


~MR