Angst In My Pangst

Mail from you-know-who talking about you-will-know-what:

Just read your Veerana entry at beatzo’s. Makes me go like Max
Payne…..(in a deep throaty manner) ” I am an entry in a weblog at
Beatzo’s”……” I am in a movie playing a wise-cracking side-kick to a
movie critic”

Hmmmm.

Stuff I don’t like about the office:- None of the morons who work in the building ( other than the people in my Company, of course ) know how to use the lift! Not one of those friggin morons have the sense to press the lift buttons just once! No! If they want to go up, and the lift stays at some floor, some intelligent guy will get the bright idea of holding down the button, or jabbing at it repeatedly. Better still, he will press BOTH the buttons, both up and down. End result: the lift stops at nearly every floor, adding to the chaos. At every floor, some guy will try to get in, then midway through the door, pause and ask “Yeh upar jaa rahaa hai kya?”, then, we say “Yes, it’s going up” (can’t you see that the up arrow just went off outside, you Rattagraggin moron?) “Oh! I want to go down”, and by that time, the lift doors try to shut, and there is an almighty crash as it hits the guy ( not too hard enough ), the door springs open again, and the lift waits for some more time. And if we are really unlucky, the same guy goes and starts jabbing at the same button again.

And the lift intself seems to be possessed with a mind of it’s own. There must be some kind of algorithm at work that seeks to maximize the wait time for every individual button pressed.

Running up six stories eight times in a day makes you rave and rave more….

Armaan? Or Haasil? Or both?