My white walls...

Tonight, I look at your brown eyes

and realize,

all my walls are white...

P.S: Not my own. I read this somewhere and liked it a lot.

Why sometimes, Ignorance is bliss.

Some lessons are learnt very early in life. This was one of them.

I was 10, when I woke up one Sunday morning and trudged to the bathroom. There was an assembly of sorts at its entrance. My parents and 3 yr old sister were peering anxiously inside. I looked at them and they stared back. Now most people would react to this and ask 'why' or 'what' exactly warrants this kind of Sunday morning behavior. We, on the other hand are a dysfunctional lot, and consider this pretty normal.

So I shrugged and entered the bathroom anyway. when I came out 5 minutes later, they were all still standing there. Only this time, their expressions had changed from blank stares to looks of awe. My li'l sister was looking at me like I was one of the Powerpuff Girls (I still love watching them!). I rubbed my eyes and walked right past them to the kitchen, when my father finally spoke, "See? Didn't I tell you? The Lizard may be huge, but its completely harmless!"

So that is what it was. There was apparently some big fat Lizard inside which had thwarted my family's attempts to enter the bathroom. And since I had been blissfully unaware of its presence, I went in anyway (I'm sure if I'd have known about it, I'd have run out of the house that very instant).

So that day I learnt that being ignorant about things has its perks. Later in life however, curiosity got the better of me and I became one of those people who HAVE to know about everything. Now I'm not exactly a Cat, but I can safely say that curiosity killed some pretty good moments of my life. I'd have loved to be ignorant of so many things. There are so many things I wish I'd never knew. But that's how life is.

And that's why its very important to remember lessons learnt in childhood. And even more important to curb your natural instincts that may make you forget them :)

Why people should shut up and start writing

I wanted to call this post, 'The merits of written communication'. But it sounded like a chapter straight out of some management book (I detest those).

So anyway, A few months ago, I made an insightful discovery. It was during this meeting at work. The meeting had been held to discuss a merger and negotiate its terms and conditions.

Now personally I feel a merger is a useless pursuit. Nobody really cares about it other than the filthy rich companies who are 'merging'. But well, rich people have time on their hands and they like to waste it on things that sound important. A merger is one of them.

So coming back to the meeting, we were the lawyers for one of the companies and the other company had brought along their lawyer too. The meeting began at 4.00 pm and there was coffee and cake, which was good, because food really helps generate my interest. But it got over soon, and then began the 6 longest hours of my life.

Everyone just kept talking and talking and it got nowhere. After 3 long hours, the company guys finally gave up, but both the lawyers kept rambling on for another 3 hours. It had now turned into a 'Which party has the better lawyer' contest. What was I doing? I was sitting there looking all important and professional in my suit and doodling endlessly on my notepad (I did some really inspired sketching that day, I remember drawing a donkey).

Finally at 10.00 pm, everyone got really hungry and decided to call it a day (or night...whatever)
But the negotiation got nowhere. We were still stuck at square one when we all walked out like zombies from the office that night.

That's when I discovered that people achieve nothing out of verbal communication. They only waste time. Over the next few days, both the companies exchanged some e-mails and finalized the merger. No talking and no waste of time. I liked that. Both the lawyers didn't. They were robbed of an opportunity to argue with each other again (yes. we enjoy that thoroughly). But those 6 long hours spent on pointless haggling were never going to come back.

So what I'm trying to say is, people are bad at listening and good at reading and comprehending. So one ought to write more and talk less. Use e-mails, text messages, anything it takes to pass the written word around. Just avoid talking.

Also, nobody can interrupt you or argue with you while you're writing. The person HAS to read whatever you have written, even in order to disagree with you later on. Its a brilliant thing.

I'm telling you, someday peace will be restored in the world because of the written word (no kidding). After all, the pen is mightier than the sword :)

This one's about nothing

Fellow bloggers, friends and countrymen, lend me your eyes and your diminishing attention spans.
I write basically about everything and nothing. (Depends on how you take it)
If you're wondering about the 'why' of the title, don't bother. Self certified weirdos like myself have the creative liberty to do and say things that others probably don't. (or they forget to exercise it...whatever)
So while this post in particular is about nothing, there will hopefully be something more relevant in the near future.
Also, kindly excuse my sense of humor. I understand (grudgingly) that some people don't get it. But well, its there, and I can't really do anything about it.
More for later...
This is me signing off for today.
:)