Green in the bin!

It is a pit! Either if it is a transcultural dealership or of a monopoly… the attitude of the automobile companies in the global arena looks like a boot shoe filled with shit as far as going green is concerned. People talk about going green/launching green eco friendly/bio fuel cars/battery cars and cars that run out of fuel cells, compressed air, etc. For automobile companies their targets are conservative and only conservative. Going green is not important when they have money in the other side of weight balance. Imagine… if automobile companies stop producing petrol and diesel version and dash the roads with eco cars people won’t have choice but to go with it. But they refuse to do so, it has to happen in some time but, why not before it is too late even if a radical change which might be of no use if it happens in the latter. I called automobile arena a ‘boot shoe filled with shit’ because they still spend millions on petrol and diesel instead of investing the same on the alternate sources. They still spend ample time and money on research based on increasing the efficiency of Quadra-wheels that use petrol and diesel as fuel and reducing the pollution, it is more or less like writing your name on the sea coast and wait for the tide to wash it away. Hope auto goes green which is to be cranked up, at least in near future. Perhaps they might come up with an excuse or delay their process since they are conservative or it is obvious that they portray themselves in that way.

If you happen to be something; what will I be?

There may be many an options with you but,

I’ll turn out to be the only probability or there will be no possibility.

 

If you happen to be my primary school mate;

I’d have blown my trumpets and made you happy.

 

If you happen to be my secondary school mate;

I’d have been down to earth, calm but naughty.

 

If you happen to be my higher secondary school mate;

I’d have been pretty ordinary.

 

If you had been my college mate;

You’d have not experienced much of me.

I’d have been yet another fellow in your corridor of life.

 

If you are a book;

You’ll either be remaining in my cupboard unopened,

You’ll be supporting this muffled head’s head quite often as a pillow.

 

Most probably you’ll be in the book store;

I’ll be standing out wondering whether or not to buy you.

 

If you are a leech and if you find yourself inside my room;

You’ll feel for your very existence.

 

If you happen to be freedom;

I’ll be cast by vendetta or non-violence.

 

If you are my friend;

I’ll be both resurrection and life.

 

If you happen to be my sister/brother;

I’ll be your van guarder, and will give my shoulders along with hugs and kisses.

 

If you happen to be my girl;

I’ll be the reason for your complex splendors castled by the vicissitudes of fate, 

I’ll be performing permutations and combination’s and would have become a mad scientist or at least mad.

You’ll be the essence of my life; towering above the others reaching the eminent peak both in my will and Jill.

 

If you happen to be a gorgeous girl who by passed me;

I’d have bought copyrights from your guy and dashed a thesis about you in split seconds.

 

 If you happen to be single and a gorgeous female;

I’d have posted a disclaimer on your forehead.

 

If you happen to be my pen;

You’d have never been of use much in exams,

You’d have experienced my acidic saliva;

Quite often you’ll be penning down a stretch of juggled letters,

Letters jiggle and bob out in different colors with multivariate meanings in the white sheet like a merry-go-round.

 

If you are rain;

I will stretch my hands,

Stare at the clouds which obscure the sun with dark and loud,

And get myself drenched in you even though I have sinusitis which happens to be a mystery and my doubt.

 

If you happen to be stagnated water;

I would have stamped, jumped, rolled over you bold;

Though you were muddy and making my dress dirty,

Caring about the catching of cold was not worthy.

 

If you are experiencing me as of now,

I’ll be a jack ass, a weirdo with little hopes.

 

 

 

Will it get squeezed?

I am one of the corporate babes (male) who never tire of testifying my delight in the bland compound which has inappropriate rules that fucks your brain but demands more from it. I personally appreciate the idea of having to “swipe your card and enter” but it makes people or at least exclusively men feel like _______ while entering through the “swipe gate”. Corporate brains started performing permutations and combinations to enter through the gate itself, but why? In our company which happens to be Renault Nissan which is situated in Mahindra world city inside ascendas building has six swipe gates. These swipe gates are made up of transparent copolymers which eventually are operated by a sensor and hydraulic arrangements (hopefully). This very idea makes a man feel incapable of  being  comfortable… but most of the multi-cellular organisms in his body freezes and emotions make him cry when he is asked to pass through the gates thinking that he might lose his pennies anytime. Uff! I escaped once too. It is funny if you happen to witness the situation while a man tries to move his ass as or something triggers his reflex to do so.

P.S: I have never seen people so cautious while doing work or while they speak to their girl friends and/or wives but, while it comes to “swipe gates” everybody surrenders… rather if you are a man you’ll surrender.

What happened in rest room no 2?

CONTENT WARNING: If you are/were a girl, adding to it if you are worst (attu)/gorgeous by nature or if you are a guy calling yourself a smart-ass or asses of the asses then please skip this post. If you love fun, continue reading.

Once I stepped into a room where the contributors of one of the heavenly bodies gather regularly “THE REST ROOM”. Nature asked for my contribution too. So I did give. I happened to meet a person who was around 35 years, In the hand wash area he posed me a question. He asked… Why did you see the wall in front of you instead of watching down? I admired his questioning ability (dumb fkr). I felt quite awkward and at first hesitated to reply. Then with a smile I blurted out some crap. One French guy was noticing the conversation between both of us. I said, it accounts to decency. I appreciate that French guy’s reflex… he immediately looked up and let out with a heavenly feel. He forgot himself and showered all over his pants. Lol! Had a laugh and went out. Don’t know what happened after that. Hope he had an alternate. He he!

Peep and peek but do not try to sneak [:P].