Apples and Wine
The Man-In-My-Head sent this to me in my email. Now he wants me to put it up on my blog. I told him that there is no need, since the contents of this piece is not really rocket science. But our man here is adamant and since I can't have a temperamental man shreiking inside my head I decided to follow his orders. "Sometimes", says The Man-In-My-Head, "you gotta hear it again and again so that you believe it again and again. "
So once again, hear and believe, all ye women folk out there! This one is for my tribe....
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now Men.... Men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Monday, February 25, 2008
Deja Do
One hundred and seventeen days. That’s the gap between my last post and now.
It’s been a whirlwind, these past 117 days. Lemme try and recap: I quit my job, got a new job, quit that job and came back to the old job. Phew!
In this to and fro business, I also happened to bruise some pretty important egos, lose touch with some old colleagues, make fast friends with new colleagues (some even shed tears when I took the exit route) only to lose touch with them, made a “non straying” pact with Godfather, worried my parents sick, worried Godfather sick, worried myself sick with my apathy but FINALLY I think I HAVE got a grip on myself and my work situation!
Like I joked with a friend, “Maybe, just maybe, The Third Eye (go figure!) is my marriage.” After all isn’t a marriage about common vision, common values, common beliefs and comfort? It’s a nice sounding theory, no? Fits well. Sounds cool. Trying it out. Let me see how long I stick with it?
Till then, there is another story to be filed, another deadline to be abused and then respected and another story to be filed.
Sometimes even if you turn the page, life throws up the same page once again, only this one has a different design!
Maybe that’s the fine print.
One hundred and seventeen days. That’s the gap between my last post and now.
It’s been a whirlwind, these past 117 days. Lemme try and recap: I quit my job, got a new job, quit that job and came back to the old job. Phew!
In this to and fro business, I also happened to bruise some pretty important egos, lose touch with some old colleagues, make fast friends with new colleagues (some even shed tears when I took the exit route) only to lose touch with them, made a “non straying” pact with Godfather, worried my parents sick, worried Godfather sick, worried myself sick with my apathy but FINALLY I think I HAVE got a grip on myself and my work situation!
Like I joked with a friend, “Maybe, just maybe, The Third Eye (go figure!) is my marriage.” After all isn’t a marriage about common vision, common values, common beliefs and comfort? It’s a nice sounding theory, no? Fits well. Sounds cool. Trying it out. Let me see how long I stick with it?
Till then, there is another story to be filed, another deadline to be abused and then respected and another story to be filed.
Sometimes even if you turn the page, life throws up the same page once again, only this one has a different design!
Maybe that’s the fine print.
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