Top Management
Ever noticed how, when top management wants to deliver bad news, they resort to analogies and compare the organization to the human body or “one large happy family?”
Questions, thick and fast. Left right and center. Top management batted brilliantly, dodging every fast one, and squaring the thick ones right smack in the middle of the bat. And that’s when the analogies begin.
“We can’t cut of the right hand, can we?” “In a family, every child needs to be fed. So we need to share…”
Eat up!
A hunter kills a deer and brings it home. He decides to clean it, prepare it,and serve the deer meat for dinner. He knows his kids are fussy eaters, and won’t eat it if they know what it is, so he doesn’t tell them.
His little boy keeps asking him, “What’s for dinner dad?”
“You’ll see”, he replies.
They start eating dinner and his daughter keeps asking him what they are eating. “Ok”, says her dad, “Here’s a hint. It’s what your mother sometimes calls me.”
His daughter screams, “Don’t eat it, Jimmy! It’s a fucking
arsehole”
I wonder
If Barbie is so popular and lovable, why do we end up buying her her friends?
[Inspired by Kingsley’s tag]
Unganisha of Life
Apparently, Unganisha means web. In Swahili.
Now, how on earth do I know that, is your question. How else, but from the man himself. Ashok Hariharan, of Unganisha.org, who had been in Madras, and whom I met on Saturday.
Kingsley who, shockingly, is a closet lesbian, the host of the gathering at Muthu’s place was accompanied by Bajji and many others. A jolly good time was had by all, especially Kingsley, who had to call me at 3 in the night (after I left for home at 11ish) for some help. The help was this.
Bleary eyed, and totally disoriented, all I could mumble was some vague comments about getting it to him the next day. Which I conveniently forgot when I woke up.





