A story of apples and oranges

The story of apples and oranges

Long long ago, in Orchardland, there lived a family of apples. The Head Apple was a Happy go lucky fruit, and was a genuinely nice apple. One day, two strange orange fruits wanted to join the apple family. The Head Apple, being a progressive fruit, thought to himself “New Blood means new ideas, so we shall make them part of the apple family”. And thus, the oranges were included in the apple family.
Life went on as usual, and the Head Apple realized that the orange fruits had their own traits, which could be quite useful. They were citric, and hence brought a new flavor to the apple family. The two oranges, however were slowly, but steadily acclimatizing themselves.
As time progressed, both oranges grew and matured, Orange No 1 recognized that it was different from its family members, but also that it could get along with the family as long as it didn’t presume to takeover the life of an apple. Orange No 2 however, thought itself to be an apple and a superior apple at that. The Head Apple was fond of the two oranges, as they had brightened up the family, and indeed brought a new flavor to the family

One day, the Head Apple decided it was time to bring a democratic style into the Apple family, and called for a meeting of senior apples to discuss some important issues. Apples from all branches of the family came for this meeting. Now this was when some apples met the oranges for the first time, and they remarked on the fact that two aliens had been allowed inside the inner core. News soon reached the Head Apple’s ears, and the Head Apple took the dissenters to task, and made it clear that they were all one big happy family.

The Head Apple convened the meeting on a bright and sunny day, and all senior apples and the two oranges were invited. The meeting started, and issues were debated with fervor. The two oranges contributed where possible, the first orange not being too vocal, as it believed itself to be not of much use in a non-citric lifestyle. The other orange, under the belief that it was a superior apple, was far more vocal.
One of the key decisions to be taken was the recommended proportion of apple to milk in a milk shake. A heated argument followed, in the course of which the second orange spoke up with a strong opinion. “One apple to one glass is the ideal proportion. You can experiment with me, I shall sacrifice myself for this” it said. At this speech, the entire gathering burst out laughing. The orange was looking bewildered, and looked at its beloved Head Apple for guidance, and said “Head Apple, you know I am speaking sense, these other apples are talking in their narrow mindedness”.
The Head Apple was looking annoyed, and told the orange “What do you know about milkshake? You have a different acidic composition to that of us apples. Yes, I allow you to be part of the family, but remember you are from a tropical area. We apples are grown in harsh winters and have gone through far more rigors than you have. Do not take my indulgence to mean that I consider you equal to an apple”

The Orange was Squashed. It had learnt its lesson the hard way.
Moral of the story: Apples are apples, and oranges are oranges. Mixing the two is good as long as it is in a fruit salad, but if you try to whip the two together to mingle its taste, it’s a recipe for disaster.

Hope this one comes true

Was recollecting a conversation with someone i had a few years ago, where i had told him my top three things to do in life were

• Go to scotland and see Loch Ness
• Go to Wimbledon and eat strawberries and cream
• Go to Nazca in peru!!!

Looks like the first two may just happen next month...

Ive always been facinated by history, more so since i stopped studying it for marks. And ive always enjoyed picking up books (though mostly romances) set in the elizabethan era, or that of WIlliam the conqueror. Be it the Battle of Hastings, or the merry wives of windsor...England has a history that has never ceased to amaze me. And i finally get to see some of it...

Saxon - Norman - English - Scot - Welsh - Irish... Cromwell - Tudor - Windsor - Marys, elizabeths, henrys, edwards and georges are galore... A piece of eternity...thats what this visit promises to be.

Here's hoping that i get that drive to Inverness

God save the queen!!! At least till i return home safe:)

Some good days!

There are some conversations which you wish never started. And there are some which you wish never ended. Predictably, the latter are far far rarer than the former.

I met someone who talked non-stop for 6 hours with us, and gave us some good insights into life through the way he did business. One anecdote that remained with me was something he quoted from a speech made to a gathering. A statement was made saying that you need commitment to be successful. The said gentleman disagreed and recounted to me, that he had stood there and said that it was passion+patience which helps a person succeed

Another conversation that i remember from ages ago was with someone who was very dear. Somehow we grew apart, and im not sure if i want to regain our past relationship, because we both have moved on to become different people. I remember thinking that the said person would survive because of an innate code of honor i perceived there. But today, i look at the same person, and wonder, where are all those honorable intentions vanished??? Yet another rat in the race has been formed! But those days with long conversations about nothing in particular yet everything in general were indeed memorable...

C'est La Vie

Finally i found it

This is something i have been searching for. One of the cleverest ads ive heard on radio!




Hope you love it too

Tag. You are "It"

Tinkerbells has tagged me.

Rules:
1. Name the person (of course with the link) who tagged you.
2. Publish the 5th paragraph of page 123 of the book you are currently reading.
3. Tag 5 other people.

So here goes... from Robert Waller's Bridges of Madison County...

"For maybe 20 seconds the sat there. He went up ahead, only 30 feet from her. She could still do it. Get out and run into Harry's right door,climb in over the knapsacks and cooler and tripods"

A short para. Thank God:)

As for the third. Sadly the tag stops with me...Noone else i know in the blogging world to tagmmm

Miranda Rights...or wrongs

Sometimes conversations you have had in the past creep out of your memory for no reason whatsoever. One such conversation came back to me today. This happened more than thirty months ago, when i was out with a colleague of mine.

Rewind. I was driving home from lunch when i heard from a friend that my roommate from college was going to marry a common friend. I got worked up, and not thinking too much about who i was with, i called her and chided her about it. That done, i put the conversation aside, happily enthused to my colleague about her marriage, and went on with my life.

Cut. Scene to 6 months later. Appraisal time. Said colleague is involved,and guess what. He uses that incident to cite how "away from people" and "distant" i am. Stupid me hears it out, and puts it out of my mind. Though it kept niggling me that something quite wasnt right about how a personal incident that ocurred in front of someone who i trusted was used against me.

Forward. A couple of weeks ago, i get back from a client and walk into office, and in a general chit-chat, mention how well qualified and competent the client staff seems to be, despite my expectations otherwise. Said colleague/boss nods. And says nothing.

Fast forward...and pause. Very recent appraisal conversation. Reminicent of group interviews from MBA days. Out of nowhere, no context watsoever, Said colleague uses the above incident. Tells me out of the blue, that the client in question was in the papers for some issues relating to technical glitches. and mentions, in front of the other people on the table how i had believed them to be technically sound.

Rewind (slowly). A couple of days ago, i hear something that gets on my nerves. Repeatedly. So i need to get it off my chest. And decide that i shall choose the person who should be (by virtue of his position) the most mature individual around. And i rant to him. End by telling him that it was not serious, just that i dont want to regret not discussing this with him, and that i feel much better now. Also tell him not to take it seriously.

Forward: The very mature individual quotes my words to all and sundry using my name. Whatever happened to discretion i say?

Stop. Think. Moral(s) of the story, which i need to really learn.

- When you are the boss, discretion definitely not a virtue you practice. At least mine doesnt.

- In professional life, everything you say, can and will be used against you. Finally i have learnt that

- There are very few friends at work. And most of those friends will , when faced with a scenario, choose to sacrifice that friendship for professional gain. Learnt that the hard way too.

People think they know you. But the only person who knows you best is yourself. As long as i remember that, i can and will survive. After all, this too shall pass!

C'est la vie

Damn, i sound morbid.

Ta-Ra-Rum-Phat

Yikes.

What a lousy movie.

Down with rediff reviews.

These were my reactions after seeing the much hyped Ta-Ra-Rum-Pum. Music was noway close to be melodious. The concept was far too weirdly depicted. In a nutshell, the movie sucked. The only saving grace was Javed Jaffery. A brief review (Movie is set in NY)

Boy meets girl and taxi driver. Boy falls for girl. Taxi Driver falls for Boy. Hitherto unknown, high school drop out, Racing car-wheel changer Boy catapults into NASCAR driving fame with just a little bit of help from Taxi-Driver. Boy is short sighted and lives on instalments. Overspends. Has 2 kids in the meanwhile with Girl. Has Accident. Loses nerve. Loses house, car and job. Moves into dirty neighbourhood. But decides to keep kids in posh NY school paying $2k for fees. Boy Drives taxi. Girl plays piano where possible for money. Keeps kids in the dark abt real situation. Kids find out. Skip lunch to save money. One kid rummages in dustbin to eat lunch. Eats shit. Falls sick. No insurance. Need $65k for operation. Prior mentioned taxi driver rides back to rescue. Enters NASCAR race. Wins. All happy. Boy reforms to careful man. And they all lived happily ever after


Yikes. WHat happened to unemployment benefits? Who ever needed a college degree to sell cars and become a concert pianist. And why the hell wud i keep a kid in a private school when i live in an area where there is no ventilation. And then there is the title song, with Four animated bears. A concept far too late, when rajnikanth did it 20 years ago in a Tam movie!!!
Music by Vishal-Shekar SUCKED. No other words for it. Songs suddenly appear. Rani 's costumes were good. So was Javed.

Add to it the fact that movie started 45 minutes late. Isnt exactly a good omen. I guess the screening guys needed the time to recover from their experience in the last show.