Best. Expression. Ever.
Posted by Rohit Nair on Sunday, December 27, 2009 /
"...... horny little Care Bear."
Posted by Rohit Nair on Tuesday, December 22, 2009 /
Been a bit busy, past few days.
Recent first-time employee changed to first-time job switch.
Working at a bank now. I'm a "banker", so to speak.
Slightly disappointed that I did not have a sudden explosion of knowledge(=power) turning me into a master of the any/all universe the instant I joined.
Posted by Rohit Nair on Sunday, December 20, 2009 /
I'm not usually one to rant about stuff. Really. If something bothers me, and I can avoid it, that's what I usually do. They have their own point of view, and if its not similar to mine or even something strikingly dissimilar, I don't believe in imposing my views. Unless you get in my face, of course.
Not this time. I have had enough. Enough of what, you ask? Enough of this.
The new Wrigley's Doublemint AD.
I am not even linking it to youtube. Don't look it up. You'll thank me later.
I didn't think the DOCOMO Irritant singing-in-the-"Friendship Express" makes-me-tear-the-hair-out-of-head AD could be so easily and so quickly topped off my irritant no. 1 spot. But now I feel grateful that it was only preparing me for this. The first time I saw this ad and heard it (the significance of both happening together is indeed significant), was the first time I almost choked on my own vomit. Yes, it is that bad.
I think I'd prefer being choked to death while my feet are being kept in burning oil, someone is kicking me in the nuts with spiked boots and some-other-one is taking a hammer to my teeth, to watching that ad again.
Just so that you can be saved, let me repeat. It is THAT bad.
Posted by Rohit Nair on Thursday, December 10, 2009 /
A collection of blogs on cricket that I follow.
Lemme know if I've missed any worthwhile ones.
Posted by Rohit Nair on Thursday, December 3, 2009 /
B was down, almost out.
"They're all corrupt, bleeding the company. I have only you to talk to.", he moaned over the STD line.
Next week, he called again. A Stranger picked the corporate number.
"Did he leave a number?"
He disconnected. And wept. For a friend who never was.