The Small Voice

Was reading the latest Cubiclenama by Sidin and wondered how cluttered my own GMAIL account is. Mr. Vadakut recommends a "select-ALL-delete" approach which is effective but may result in some minor heart attacks if you delete an super-important mail by accident.  Which got me thinking...and lo and behold, I got my own Eureka moment...  Wot a super idea I have for Gmail !!! By the way, Wouldn't  it be a Great idea to have a Delete-Proof button on mails?  So the next time you start on the chopping/deleting sessions that rare mail from your boss commending you on your work doesn't get lost?  Suggested this to GMAIL but they don't listen....:(

Celebrating Diwali with Colleagues So, after much contemplation and planning we finally went out for lunch to celebrate Diwali at work. A treat from the boss, light (relatively speaking) on pockets and heavy on the stomach (again relatively speaking, coz we have immense appetites) we went enmasse to gorge on nachos, hummus, sizzlers, virgin pina-coladas and non virgin ice teas. Probably for the first time in the history of the department, the Research division was locked during office hours and client phones (maybe) went unheeded. But the festive fervor prevailed and who knows when such a chance may present itself again. Spending so much time cooped together in the same room, eight of us have become more friends than colleagues knowing each other’s likes and dislikes especially in food. Actually, on second thoughts, we really don’t have any particular choices in food, we just like to eat, a lot. "YEH DIL MAANGE MORE!!"   Pulling each other’s legs and fighti

A long time ago…. I was in school, when I first encountered "There Will ComeSoft Rains" by Ray Bradbury, This was was my first science fiction (sci-fi) story. Those were the days when sci-fi genre dealt with what could very possibly be the future, rather than the action and mayhem, minus the vision that has become kind of norm these days. So, tucked away at the very end, in the “Gulmohur Guided English” text book. (Orient BlackSwan), this story was given in a shortened version. Although the essence of the full story remained, the more grim stuff were edited away to suit the sensibilities of the young readers of Std 8. Yet the story remains with me as one of the most vivid and imaginative short story in ANY genre. Unfortunately, the syllabus portions for exams that year had excluded that story, along with (thankfully) some miscellaneous poems. But the redoubtable late Mr. Francis, our English teacher, who had a curious liking for realistic (read morbid) took u