I call this blog a Scrambled Erratum! The description goes like this - "Aggregate of individuals
are left in confused state as even the smallest subatomic matter in their respective brains make
them scratch their heads by self or mechanical/electronic means, intentionally/unintentionally
deviating from what is correct, right or true."

Will it get squeezed?

I am one of the corporate babes (male) who never tire of testifying my delight in the bland compound which has inappropriate rules that fucks your brain but demands more from it. I personally appreciate the idea of having to “swipe your card and enter” but it makes people or at least exclusively men feel like _______ while entering through the “swipe gate”. Corporate brains started performing permutations and combinations to enter through the gate itself, but why? In our company which happens to be Renault Nissan which is situated in Mahindra world city inside ascendas building has six swipe gates. These swipe gates are made up of transparent copolymers which eventually are operated by a sensor and hydraulic arrangements (hopefully). This very idea makes a man feel incapable of any but the most multi-cellular organisms in his body freezes and emotions cry when he is asked to pass through the gates thinking that he might lose his pennies anytime. Uff! I escaped once too. It is funny if you happen to witness the situation while a man tries to move his ass as something triggers his reflex to do so.

P.S: I have never seen people so cautious while doing work or while they speak to their girl friends and/or wives but, while it comes to “swipe gates” everybody surrenders… rather if you are a man you’ll surrender.

What happened in rest room no 2?

CONTENT WARNING: If you are/were a girl, adding to it if you are worst (attu)/gorgeous by nature or if you are a guy calling yourself a smart-ass or asses of the asses then please skip this post. If you love fun, continue reading. 

Once I stepped into a room where the contributors of one of the heavenly bodies gather regularly “THE REST ROOM”. Nature asked for my contribution too. So I did give. I happened to meet a person who was around 35 years, In the hand wash area he posed me a question. He asked... Why did you see the wall in front of you instead of watching down? I admire his questioning ability (dumb fkr). I felt quite awkward and at first hesitated to reply. Then with a smile I blurted out some crap. One French guy was noticing the conversation between both of us. I said it amounts to decency. I appreciate that French guy’s reflex… he immediately looked up and let out with a heavenly feel. He forgot himself and showered all over his pants. Lol! Had a laugh and went out. Don’t know what happened after that. Hope he had an alternate. He he!

Peep and peek but do not try to sneak [:P].

Just a thought...

If life becomes an asylum of getting hyper bored by being with few people... don't b thinking... hop to another.

If you are close to a person and if you feel that you are being ignored that is humiliation to your very existance.

In life, when you come to know, when and where you got to be latter, you can decide when and where you got to be former.

These are conventional human laws for this generation.


Nobody is gonna be there for me…

Everybody is gonna mind their own work at some point of time.

I may be in the hearts of a few…

But for others I am an old pew.

Nobody is gonna see my face,

It’ll happen without any ‘if in case’.

I already lost a dear one with the entire chase…

My words didn’t pave her mother’s ace,

I fell for gravity dram created by the vicissitudes of fate.

And I acted without any grace!

Nobody is gonna be there for me…

The other girl gave me a place…

This moved me with a tied lace,

The space she gave me at her place,

Embraced me, but it was a brace.

Nobody is gonna be there for me…

Few of my pals moved to United States,

Few people belonged to the work phase,

They’ll not look at me with a smiling face,

They’ll all move on with a certain pace,

Since, I am not worth for any race.

Nobody is gonna be there for me…

In college the subjects were piling all the days,

Arrears went piling up in pace,

I tried clearing them at once,

But the effort was rickety instead.

Algebra, Trigonometry, Differentiation, Integration O Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Generation, situation, separation, maculation Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Calculation, dissipation, Derivation, Devastation resulted in vacillation Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

Space creating a place which had a strong base, went in vein in the chase,

There was no race there was no grace, I thought somebody would brace,

Instead she, in a quite pace erased with an ace.

In the mace of beautiful flower vase, And at a particular phase I saw a phrase which clearly stated that I was really waste!

Nobody is gonna be there for me in few days…

Why hurt an innocent?

It is a full time cascade atomization of lingering thoughts of few people who have a lean spectrum of mean mixture of cruel substance, which capitalize over few people who are innocent by nature. Gaining advantage directly over innocent two toed lings is not a big deal but it is insane. It defines the character of that particular individual who tries to achieve the same.

The complexity of defining the degree of sin involved in being innocent is like the complexity involved in calling a frivolous person a sinful person. Calling a person sinful for being innocent is unacceptable from the very moment as this thought aroused from deep inside. And it is so awful that the person becomes so innocent at a particular situation that he/she is being cascaded by the fake visage that was portrayed by another person.

The effect of the port created by the geometry of the situation becomes magnanimous or appears to be magnanimous depending upon the innocent nature of that particular person.

Being innocent is not a crime… but being innocent while being hi-jacked by thoughts/acts of another person is a crime!

As far as the one who takes over advantage of the one who is innocent by nature is concerned....

* he/she is cruel by thoughts... which can be witnessed by their action.

* everybody knows Who you are and What you are... people around you are clever, matured and brave enough to tackle you.

* before being banned by the society try to change your mind set.