My Musings

The below text is purely a work of my imagination, any reference to any person living or dead is puerly co-incidential I had drafted this some time in may last year when the IT industry was gung ho about recession and job losses. I felt its worthwhile posting here if i could help a few laugh and few others smile about it :) ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Read from the bottom of the mail chain -------------------------- -----Original Message----- From: postmaster@localhost [mailto:postmaster@localhost] Sent: Wednesday, May 27, 2009 12:19 PM To: Ashrafi,Gulam M Subject: Delivery Final Failure Notice Can not deliver the message you sent. Will not retry. Sender: < Ashrafi_gulam@japkakakapa.com> The following addresses had delivery problems < mohdjaved.siddiqui@blalba.com> Reply from njpmail1.blabla.com[204.179.188.154]: 550 The mail ID no longer exists --------------------...

He entered the village limping; his entire weight supported by a wooden staff that appeared to be in a shape bettered by his own. The sun was retiring for the day and so were the peasants. Young kids returning from school and the children dirtied from the farm work were running around carefree. The police constable along with some young men was trying to force the children back to their home lest the kidnapper make an appearance and abduct the children. The kidnapper had terrorized the village for a few months now, holding children for ransom until defrayment.  No one had ever seen him and that made the matters worse. The police constable was under a lot of pressure to catch the kidnapper and he wanted to prove his worth. The constable had this hunch. Anyday now the kidnapper will make his move and the constable will catch him. The prize for the catch was more than the pride at stake. The reward money to bring in the Kidnapper was handsome plus a photo published in the local news...

I have developed this unique ability to lose/misplace the keys everytime I am honored with the onus of handling the keys.  Whenever, wherever keys go missing, people turn to me with an awful irritated look, a tacit question in their eyes “Where the hell have you placed the keys now? Sad, but true; I have become synonymous with the loss of keys. Every time I visit my native, I turn the house upside down, everyone running around, ransacking every nook and corner for the Scooty pep, Bajaj boxer or some other keys. While at hostel I misplaced the room keys; at home, I misplace the cupboard keys. While visiting one of the umpteen friend’s brother/sister/cousin marriages, I have misplaced the room keys meant for the bride and bridegroom on the night of their marriage. During trips and outings, I have lost the hotel room keys and in college, I lost the auditorium and seminar hall keys. Phew!!  The scroll of honor grows bigger by day. It is as if the memory of keys evade...

I was reading through my old Calvin and Hobbes collection when this particular strip held my attention. I read through it again and it hit like a punch in my face. One, it speaks against all the rude and careless attitude of humans towards the nature and second, it speaks for the entire non-human earth community through Hobbes, a Tiger and his species is on the verge of being eliminated from the face of earth (and directly or indirectly Humans are responsible for it). What hurts more is the tiger speaking as a wounded warrior who fought valiantly for a cause and who is about to give up his life and existence for it. The last words of the icon and idol warrior, which will linger around always and would hit us deep somewhere in our conscience as long as we exist and even when we are about to perish. On this environment day, let’s take an oath to change our ways, let’s take some corrective action before it is too late. Let’s prove Hobbes wrong and add another graphic to this comic st...