Another round-up of the week

27 10 2008

With another busy week passing by, I am at the same place as i was the last weekend. Am I ? Perhaps not.

As i stated last week, two of my projects were in the QA. One of them got passed with an A but the other… ‘FAIL’. So, i am busy fixing that build which is getting a bit stable every passing day 😉

Secondly, my contract with this e-commerce is coming to an end… as i suspected it earlier. My next destination ? If nobody interrupts, i will be joining the Biztalk team in 10 days or so. Atleast something new to learn.

Talking of learning, my driving lessons are long over and its time to move on with the learning. I started the Sharepoint learning course at a local institute and will try to make the best out of it. But only time will tell whether i am going to leverage the course or not. But i will surely have fun learning it!

Now for the fun part of the week. A friend had been visiting the city the past week and I decided to give him company on two different days. First was on Thursday, when I escorted him to Boat Basin for "paneeri Handi" which surely was yummy… then on Saturday when we went to Sea View to watch the sea in the dark night and finally bode farewell after having a tummy full of pizza.

Well as the weekend comes to an end, so does this post. Its time to finish another episode of Supernatural Season 3. It had been fun watching that show, I am amazed how i have been ignoring that wonderful show all those years.

So long, CYA later.

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Don’t we all hate Queue Jumping ?

26 10 2008

I am posting an interesting thing i read on the internet at some forum where topic was "Queue Jumping".

A guy from England posted this, and I quote:

Queuing is definitely part of the national psyche here. People moan about kids not being brought up badly and not queuing properly but that’s just kids being kids and it’s always happened.
I can’t fucking stand queue jumpers though. In fact, the only time I can remember even coming close to being involved in physical violence in recent years was over some queue jumping.
The story is a bit long, but it probably helps build a picture of attitudes to queueing here in the UK:
If you ever want to see British queuing at its best, go to Victoria Station in London during the rush hour and watch the people filter out of the station and queue for the buses – long snaking queues stretching patiently across the concourse, some with gaps in to allow buses (and people) to go through.
Except, that is, when the Underground Train drivers are on strike. When that happens, every single Tube commuter tries to use the buses instead, and a significant portion seem to decide that the queues obviously don’t apply to them because their journey is far more important and must be completed RIGHT NOW!!!11ONEONE.
In other words, they become queue jumpers.
Queue jumpers are generally a weasily and cowardly lot who like to pick on the weak. In contrast, I’m a big stocky bloke with a shaven head. It doesn’t matter that on the inside I’m a nerdy bloke who generally wouldn’t hurt a fly, when John McQueuejump skulks into view he generally scurries quickly past me avoiding my gaze and looks for better prey.
This was exactly what happened one day, when I found myself part of the aforementioned queuing at Victoria during a Tube Strike.
A suited, and obviously late, business man bustled up from the closed tube entrance, took one look at the queue and then sighed. I was ten feet away from him virtually at the front of the queue, and from that moment I knew he was going to queuejump.
And queue jump he did. He walked to the front, carried on walking past the various blokes and was about to push in ahead of a lady with a push chair who was two people in front of me when he suddenly realised I was looking straight at him with that most dreaded of English expressions – RAISED EYEBROWS (dun dun dun!).
He changed his mind, lowered his gaze and walked quickly past me before cutting back in line ahead of the old lady directly behind me.
I turned round and said, politely, that there was a queue here and that perhaps he’d missed it.
"I’m in a Hurry." He said.
I pointed out that a lot of people in the queue were in a hurry but they seemed to recognise the need to queue, so maybe he should consider heading to the back of it.
"Mind your own fucking business." He said.
Well obviously I did the only sensible thing a man can do in that situation.
I turned to the old lady behind him, smiled sweetly at her and said:
"Would you like to go in front of me madam?"
And she did, the queuejumper being forced to shuffle back as I did to let her in.
Then i turned to the bloke who had been behind her, and said to him:
"Want to go in front of me mate?"
And he did as well.
In fact, the next sixty or seventy or so people all replied in the affirmative as well, and slowly but surely I (and the queuejumper) shuffled further and further back the line until we reached the end of the line and the end of our strange comedic queue-based dance, me holding eye contact with him the whole time.
By the time we got there he was furious, but was still unwilling to risk saying something to me.
Then as the bus finally pulled up, from the front, came a shout. It was the old lady who I’d first let in front of me.
"Young man! Do you want to go in front of me?!"
"That would be lovelly – thanks!" I shouted back, still holding eye contact with the queue jumper. I shot him my warmest (and smuggest) smile…
…and suddenly he snapped.
With a roar of primaeval anger he lunged at me, fist swinging. Luckily I’m quicker than I look and managed to sidestep just in time. His swing whistled past my nose, missing by millimeters. Overbalanced and unable to stop, he tumbled arse-over-tit onto the ground as everyone looked on in a mixture of shock and amusement.
As he fell I felt a strong but firm hand on my shoulder and turned to see a member of the London Constabulary there with a huge grin on his face. Him and his partner had been watching amused from a distance as the whole scene had unfolded.
"You want to press charges?" He said, laughing.
"Nah." I replied, "Not fucking worth it."
"Fair enough," He said, "You better go get your bus. Don’t worry about tosspot here – we’ll make sure he won’t forget today in a hurry anyway."
"I fucking HATE queue jumpers" His partner muttered, as he held the guy down on the ground. "Should be a law against it…"

Interesting, I gotta admit.   As Queue Jumping happens to be a part of our national culture, what do you think we can do regarding it  ?





Yawwwwwwnnnnn…. I am forcing myself to write

21 10 2008

11:30 PM, I feel down already.

Since i got back from home i have been stuffed with work. thats because i acted as a total HK during the whole of Ramadan. So, for the past week or so i am under the immense burden of two of the projects that i had been dealing earlier. Both the projects have gone to the QA guys and the only place where I can feel the pain right now is my ass.

Secondly, my semester has started. and in order to honor my commitment of finishing with this course, I need to take a five course load and have to pass all the papers…. man, i don’t wanna study…. just want grades. 😦

Ok, CYA Later





My Version of a bomb hoax

16 10 2008

For the second time in nearly a year, we were ushered out in an ‘orderly’ manner today by the security staff…. the reason was being a bomb threat. We stayed out on the road for nearly an hour before the security staff allowed us to return to our offices – the threat was merely a hoax.

Now, I am attaching a factious situation when someone might have issued a bomb scare warning…

Due to highly corporate nature of our office building, high profile babes keep on coming in and out of the building. The situation might have developed when one such piece of beauty was seen coming towards the main entrance where two of ‘like-minded’ folks like yours truly were busy wasting time.
As the babe passed them, one would have said:

"Man, What a bombshell…. oooooooooooooohhhh!!!"

The other guy would have said, "Bomb shell ? She was the fucking bomb… a weapon of mass destruction"

Now, imagine a pathan security guard at the entrance. All he got out of the above conversation was the word ‘bomb’, and he thought there is a bomb scare… hence he issued a bomb warning causing all the situation defined at the start of the post. 🙂





back to monkey business

9 10 2008
I reached home at 2:00 PM after a 8 day absence…. I am too tired to post something right now…. but I have a full write up ready.
In the meanwhile, I am badly missing the Winchester boys. So, here starts my new endeavor with Supernatural


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