Distraction
The blog has a new look thanks to Mr. Mistry. Thanks Kapil…appreciate it.
I wanted to change the comment settings to incorporate everybody…one thing lead to another and the blog got a new look. I’m sorry all the comments from my recent blogs were erased . I’ll see what best I can do to get them back.
Talking about a new look…I’ve started getting accustomed to my new look on weekends. I get to wear a chef coat, an apron and one of those funny looking French chef caps…I don’t intend to brag or anything but my close friends tell me I look pretty DORKY!!!
Man, it’s one crappy dress to wear. However, when I look at the bigger picture I don’t feel that bad. The bigger picture includes me cleaning dirty dishes for hours…cleaning the counters for hours…cleaning the floor for hours…the frustration of taking on these minimum wage jobs, distracts my attention from the fancy-dress party that I gear up for, which amounts in 20 hours of on-campus employment every week :(
Talking of distractions…history has been witness to crappier instances of distractions…. Let me explain…
It all originated at Roopali, an Udipi restaurant on FC road in Pune. I’m not sure who all were present but if my memory serves me right Atish, Ramesh, Amol, Kapil and someone else were at Roopali. Everybody placed their respective orders and devoured whatever came their way the moment their orders arrived. Mr Ramesh though took his own sweet time to wrap up his act. Mr Atish who was sitting opposite Ramesh couldn’t take it anymore and in a flash of sheer genius, he pointed out in the direction beyond Mr Ramesh Menon and exclaimed “Hey Look… Giraffe!!!” Mr Ramesh turns around and Mr Atish finishes up Ramesh’s dish for him. That is by far, the all time greatest example of “crappy distraction statements” ever made.
I suggest you guys try using it at least once a month…I kid you not, it always works.
And there is also a variation to the fundamentals of distraction . We like to call it “distractions in dimension T”. Can’t recall the exact details but I believe there was a time when Mr Tushar happened to show talent by volunteering to strip his shirt in public…his explanation…”I was only trying to distract the people so you guys could get away undetected.”…ahem Tushar….there aren’t any women on the road and the ratio of gays to people who’re straight isn’t exactly a colossal number in this country….but that’s dimension-T and nobody questions it.
So if anybody needs pointers in distraction….I know just the right people for the job.
I wanted to change the comment settings to incorporate everybody…one thing lead to another and the blog got a new look. I’m sorry all the comments from my recent blogs were erased . I’ll see what best I can do to get them back.
Talking about a new look…I’ve started getting accustomed to my new look on weekends. I get to wear a chef coat, an apron and one of those funny looking French chef caps…I don’t intend to brag or anything but my close friends tell me I look pretty DORKY!!!
Man, it’s one crappy dress to wear. However, when I look at the bigger picture I don’t feel that bad. The bigger picture includes me cleaning dirty dishes for hours…cleaning the counters for hours…cleaning the floor for hours…the frustration of taking on these minimum wage jobs, distracts my attention from the fancy-dress party that I gear up for, which amounts in 20 hours of on-campus employment every week :(
Talking of distractions…history has been witness to crappier instances of distractions…. Let me explain…
It all originated at Roopali, an Udipi restaurant on FC road in Pune. I’m not sure who all were present but if my memory serves me right Atish, Ramesh, Amol, Kapil and someone else were at Roopali. Everybody placed their respective orders and devoured whatever came their way the moment their orders arrived. Mr Ramesh though took his own sweet time to wrap up his act. Mr Atish who was sitting opposite Ramesh couldn’t take it anymore and in a flash of sheer genius, he pointed out in the direction beyond Mr Ramesh Menon and exclaimed “Hey Look… Giraffe!!!” Mr Ramesh turns around and Mr Atish finishes up Ramesh’s dish for him. That is by far, the all time greatest example of “crappy distraction statements” ever made.
I suggest you guys try using it at least once a month…I kid you not, it always works.
And there is also a variation to the fundamentals of distraction . We like to call it “distractions in dimension T”. Can’t recall the exact details but I believe there was a time when Mr Tushar happened to show talent by volunteering to strip his shirt in public…his explanation…”I was only trying to distract the people so you guys could get away undetected.”…ahem Tushar….there aren’t any women on the road and the ratio of gays to people who’re straight isn’t exactly a colossal number in this country….but that’s dimension-T and nobody questions it.
So if anybody needs pointers in distraction….I know just the right people for the job.
posted by Pratap at 1:10 AM
1 Comments:
“crappy distraction statements” :-) so true
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