ikof asimov

In the words of Dave…

I did it.

:)
I quit.

Yesterday. Boss came back. And I told him.
And as I had expected nothing really happened. He asked what I’m planning on doing. And I said I wanted to focus on my own work.
He asked when i have to leave. I said, whenever you’re ready.

So he said let me find a replacement.
And I said that’s a tough ask.
Replacing me.
:)

Actually, that’s not what I said. I said I would also look out for someone.
So im thinking by the end of this month…hopefully some drifter whos unhappy with his/her job shall drift our way.
Its a really good job, incase any of you are looking for a job. Boss is really laid back. Timings are really flexible. And you do learn a lot.

I hope I find a scapegoat soon.

This was written yesterday. Posted today.

unaffected

I want to start a band.

That lives here - Miq.

I want to walk into a room with amps and a drum set, and jam again. That’s the only way I feel ill get to finishing these songs in my head. To play them with a band.
I want to start something like Rockstar INXS. Where I can say… “youre really good but I don’t think youre right for my band…inxs.”
I’ll have to come up with some other name though.
For my band…inxs.

And in the end I choose a vocalist, a guitar player, a drummer, and a bassist. And I become primary songwriter, second tier vocalist and rhythm guitarist.

And miq becomes our manager… Mr. Burns.
Hahaaaahaahahahhah

Sorry about that. Im being a bit delirious because my boss just came in. And left in five minutes. He didn’t come in at all yesterday.
How am I ever going to quit?

Miq. I google chatted you. But you didn’t reply. When I needed you most, you bailed on me. What kind of a time is 4 am to be sleeping?

If there was ever to be one world. As in no more countries etc. I would nominate Google as the president of the world. Even though Google isn’t one person. But as an organization it should run the world. The world would run very smoothly then. And everyone would be happy.

I shouldn’t blog this blog. Its quite boring.
I feel like im all blogged out.


Im going to go figure out my life.

Like the indecisive Arnold said … “i might be back.”

last beautiful girl

‘I am not afraid
Of anything in this world
Theres nothing that you can throw at me
That I haven’t already heard.’

That’s from one of my favorite u2 songs.
Bono is by far the best songwriter of our times. Anyone who disagrees is a moron.
And any musician who doesn’t listen to u2 (and/or the Beatles) wouldn’t know a good song if it hit him on the head.

I just got a new book. Therefore this blog.
It’s a book about Bono, the closest hes gotten to writing an autobiography. It’s a book that I initially wanted to get when we went on our honeymooney. But I didn’t get it.
And its been haunting me since.
Hina asked her baaji to get it from the states, and her baaji came back yesterday. And so did the book.

YAY !!

I finally gave hina her birthday gift. A month late.
But it went off well. She seemed happy.
I baked her cookies too.

And along the way I realized I can’t bake. I was really unsure and uncomfortable. Which is a sure sign that I can’t become a baker.
Its always good to learn these things about yourself. Now there’re two things I can’t do.
I can’t bake and I can’t write a book.

I’m quitting my job of almost 4 years today. I hope it goes off well.
I plan to tell my boss sometime during the day (once he comes in). Whats a good time to do something like this? As soon as he comes in? or When the day is over?
Is it better to let someone down at the start of the day? Or at the end?

If I were the boss, I would prefer the day. When its still sunny outside. Evening time would just depress me further.
In any case. Today is the day.

Heres how it should go (if it goes according to plan).

Ali: Sir, do you have a minute? I’d like to talk to you.
Boss: (silence)

[ awkward moment 1]

Boss (turning around on his chair): Haan Ali- Bolo…
(I grab a chair and sit down.
During this time hes already figured out what I’m going to say)

Ali: Sir, as you know I’ve been juggling my own design work and this job for some time now* …
Boss: (Silence)
Ali: and I feel its time that I start focusing on my own work a little more…

Boss (nodding): (Silence)

[ awkward moment 2]

Ali (having to improvise for lack of speech from the other end): So im obviously around until whenever…

From here on the conversation can go many ways.

I can think out all the conversation snippets in my head. And oddly enough I know his dialogues better than I know mine. I can think of tens of things he would say. I cant think of a single response I would give.

I feel I know my boss pretty well. And I don’t think he’s capable of surprising me anymore. But that’s the fear. What if he does?

I hope he doesn’t ask what I plan to do. (which is one thing I’m sure he’ll ask)
I’d love to say I have no idea. That I just want to move on. How, I don’t know. Yet.

Misbah---are you enjoying this?

I’m taking the leap. I get excited just thinking about it. Ive been in sort of a rut, creatively, I feel. This just might kick start me.
My songwritings been dead for way to long. I’m writing crap when I try.
I’ve all but stopped painting, even though I have two huge canvases to work on.
But now I feel energized again.

How exciting!

Complacency will kill the artist.
Sort of like what curiosity does to cats.

Wish me luck.


*this all important intro-sentence was provided by my wife. I think it works rather well.

save me. save you.

Someone told me yesterday that bryan adams played at the concert for only 45 minutes. I got really pissed.
Who was the imposter on stage singing for the rest of the 75 minutes?

I hate it when people do that.
Just because they didn’t go to the concert, they’ll refuse to believe it could be good.
As I was outnumbered in this particular conversation, I shut up.

Next time ill beat the crap out of them.

Actually I wont.
But I will give them the silent treatment.

I hate the silent treatment. I hate giving it more than receiving it.
If I’m receiving it, I usually couldn’t care less.

But i hate it when I’m giving it. Cos then I know that
a) I’m ruining my day.
b) I’m not getting my point across as efficiently as I could if just up and came out with it.
c) The other person couldn’t care less.

The silent treatment is never a cure in itself. Its sort of a prelude to an out and out showdown. I should just cut to the chase and get to the showdown.
I would be a far easier person to live with.

The more often I blog, the easier I find it to.
Theres a sentence that made sense without actually looking like it did.
:)

Idiot.
If you saw me. You should have said hello.
I have no proof that you actually did see me. What was I wearing? Maybe you saw someone else. I kind of look like a lot of people.
Jesus, Moses, George Harrison.

Why do people not use their real names when blogging?
Are they revealing stuff about themselves that they wouldn’t if they weren’t using a pseudonym?
Tell us - idiot, cheesoo, cherries, mars and inciya.
I actually know all of your real names.
Except inciyas.




I actually like reading my blogs. Is that horribly conceited?
I usually read them more than once.

Sometimes during lunch, I sit and read previous posts.

medicated drama queen

Heres a blog about Miq.

Miq was my first miq.
I had had no prior experience in handling a miq before him. I feel with time ive become rather good at it.
I know when my miqs off, for instance.
Lately hes been on again. That’s a good thing.

Here are some common characteristics to Miqs everywhere in the world.
So that you may know if you have one lurking about. Please tell me if you do. Especially if it’s a female miq. We’re on the lookout.

1) Miqs require a lot of attention. Otherwise they become ‘off’.
2) They usually give you great gifts. Even if you don’t give them anything.
3) Miqs tend to get friendly with not just you but sort of make their way into the entire family. This can be a good thing.
But sometimes hearts get broken. And that isn’t a good thing.
4) Miqs like driving around and calling people when they’re driving. This trait tends to diminish during their ‘Off’ season.
5) Miqs usually have siblings which are intimidated by you. And your superior wit.
6) They usually travel using the subway. Looking bored.
7) They shop a lot. Even for things they don’t really need. Like extra concert tickets.
8) Miqs usually have a Sam with them. Its sort of like a buy one get one deal. Whether you like it or not.

Lots of other people are reading this ive been told.
I hear my cousin gib also reads this but doesn’t write back or leave any signs that he’s been here. Sort of like little red riding hood.
Although she left signs.

What was little red riding hood’s name?

Who comes up with these freaky stories?? Who is mother goose?
Who came up with Mother Goose???

There has to be a man behind it right? Man or woman.
Why did that person choose to live in anonymity?
He/she could have been famous, rich, well loved even.

Theres something more to this but im really not in the mood right now.

In any case.
Saaroo also read this yesterday.
How very exciting:) Saaroo is one of my all time favourite people.
Although it wasn’t cheesoos’ saaroo. It was ours.

Everyone has a saaroo as well.
Like a miq.

I hope my saaroo and miq marry each other.
Im quite fond of both.