Bug Issues

People say that its good to be focussed. completely focussed on the work that all other things are blind to us. Ever heard the story of Arjuna and his archery lesson with a parrot's eye as his mark , where he ends up as his teacher's pet coz of his "focus"?.. It may be an awesome bed time story but practically, its plain stupid. Let me tell a REAL story where the side effects of work creates utter havoc.

"A" was a great girl , a simply awesome , brilliant person working for a boring semi-con company. She was so efficent that the fates insisted on testing her abilities with purposely throwing out challenges on her way. Though the work was interesting, she ended up having complete losers as her superiors. Perhaps the losers dint know how to make use of her talents; as they habitually lumped a pending bank end project on her hands and simple ignored her thereafter. Yet, She was so engrossed in her work, in battling with her collegues,in travelling to the other end of the city every freaking day in over crowded, people infested MRTs, in foraging edible food from the amphibian canteens, that she hardly had time to do anythign else than crash in her bed after work. So great was the focus and hard work that she dint even feel the ocasional teeth of the insects taking over her bed. After a week of constantly getting bitten by what she thought of as ants, she decided to check out who her bad mates are , one night.For a change, the focus was on the bed.. or on the tiny folds of the bed which were black in color; a black that moved; a black that was the hides of innumerable bed bugs crawling along the matress.
There was an entire colony of freaking bed bugs happily reproducing on her bed. feeling sick, nauseated by the week long abuse, the next 3 nights were spent on the floor. A floor used by an occasional lizard at times. At that moment the realisation stuck. How stupid life is , everything alive is.

After a strong bout of arguments and protests, the office decided to take action and de-infest the bed. An unpaid leave was the price. The pest control guy arrived , armed with buckets of liquid sprays with a smell endangering the olfactory senses, washed the entire room with it.Later, he followed up with a huge fight "You brought in the bed bugs, it must be your clothes" (while eyeing the enormous amount of clothers stewrn around the room) and a hearty lecture on cleanliness and clean habits. Finally, she was left with a brand new bed in a horribly smelling room and thankfully alone. Within 5 minutes however, a motion catches her eye- a motion of a black bug on the brand new matress.

Well, bottomline : LIFE IS A BITCH. Dont believe any stories. Everthing is a F***** up bitch. espeacially bed bugs.

P.S: If you got any wise advice, DONOT comment on my blog. keep it to urself.

Nice exists !

Its shocking to meet nice people in this world. I mean, genuinely nice people who care about others and try to help them in an unconcious way. I am not talking about rich philanthropists setting up homes for children or donating huge amount of money for noble causes. This is about simple people extending small measures of kindness in such a natural, unexpected way that leaves a great impact on the bewildered beneficiary. A few days ago, I was rendered speechless by one such simple deed. At that moment, I truly understood the significance of an unselfish act of kindness. In a world where one makes more contacts than friends, where the competition to succeed is the wedge that drives people apart, where every piece of opportunity is like a prized bone that is fought for by a group of dogs ,where every visible sign of weekness is exploited without a second thought, words such as kindness, helpfulness, gentleness have been replaced by diplomacy ,bartering etc. . . There is always another thread running in the back of peoples’ minds that calculate the cost-benefit ratio of their acts. There is always a reason , a motive when people offer help and the thread immediately estimates all possible forms of return expected for the exchange. This is human nature. Personally, I used to find people running to help others in every possible occasions amusing, a trifle too naïve and inhumanly saintlike. Yet, on that severely hard day, when one of those naïve ,nice people acted on my welfare even when they didn’t have any need to do so, it suddenly dawned on me how necessary they are to keep up some faith in the goodness of man.They make you more conscious to the feelings of the people around you, make you attempt to spread a smile , do a similar gesture for others. Its kind of sad when I cant remember performing any such generous actions in my life so far.I shall begin my attempts though, hopefully I do something substantial to add in my memoirs later.