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As a ritual, I drop my wife to office every working day. As a ritual, we end up running 10-15 mins late. I am an owl type, hence mornings are usually slothfully slow for me. This irritates her. While she gets ready in 20 mins flat (5 minutes added, thankfully, because of the dressing table that we have now), I end up taking almost 50 mins. This also means she gets more time to sleep (aargh!). As we menace through the rough traffic & pot holed roads and reach her office, she says the same thing to me everyday. "Be good. Don't get angry!" I smile back and drive on to my office. I was wondering about this once. I was outraged for a bit - What does she mean? Am I a cruel heartless beast that she has to ask me to be good everyday? After calming down in an instant thinking she knows better, I gave it a deeper thought. In general, we forget to be good and get irritated with all the small and big things that happen to us or around us everyday. The roads are bad, the w...

How irritating is it to get a phone call when you are in that last hour of your sleep on a Saturday morning? Worse, if it turns out to be your mobile service provider wanting to confirm if you would want to upgrade your 3G plan (which in any case sucks with most providers in India!) Even worse, what if it turns out to be someone important, like your boss? Now you don't want to sound totally sleepy - do you? What would he/she be thinking of you if he were to ask, "Were you sleeping?" at 11 am in the morning? (And, this is judgmental attitude is especially true of older white haired balding bosses!) Well, here are a few tips to sound all alert & morning crispy when actually you would have killed him for ruining your sleep on a Saturday morning. They have worked well for me, hope they would for you too! - Take a deep breath, let the phone ring for a few seconds so that you get a chance to clear your head (hope you did not have much alcohol last night). T...

Image Courtesy: William P Coleman it was just a look for a fleeting moment then the eyes went down a feigning stunt more often they met more times a day and now accompanying them was a smiling warm face and then came the simple words hey, what is your name? name told and asked introductions made time started flowing moods started flying unknown feelings erupting mind started corrupting things unexplained happened and sitting today one just imagines how was it all spun when the heart itself is a shenanigan

Johnson was pretty average in Quantum Mechanics 101. His grades in Relativity Theorems also sucked. He was not proud of it and made it a point to read extensively before he started his sophomore year. It was his sheer luck to have landed at MIT with truly average grades. May be the panel took pity and took notice of his project on Understanding Vector Angular Motion at Joints of Robotic Arms that landed him in the cosy hostel room at MIT about an year ago. He was getting nostalgic about how his father taught him Electromagnetic Theory in Grade Six and how he always goofed up with simple formulae. He wished he had paid more attention to his elementary courses. Of course, he couldn't survive in the brutal competition that was waiting for him in the Sophomore. Robotics was a subject coveted by the best of the best of the best at MIT. It indeed was the 'in' thing. He simply had to study Advanced Robotics.  He wished for a miracle - and it happened.  There on the LED board, Kryp...

I look up, Expecting rain and shower, All I see is the sun's daunting power. I run fast, Trying to catch up, But fall and hurt myself, On a road that needs mending and patch up. I try to be good, As I was told that it is the best thing to do, But more than once, Something crazy turns me black and blue. I always try to help, But hey, can you get me that book from the shelf? I try to write, Troubling quite a few electrons in doing so, But what I say, Never quite went said. And I think I will write again, I live in this dread...