Okay...this is serious shit.......well what more do you expect........its been serious encroachment upon the dwellings of the meek creatures that bears the name of the 'ship of the desert' in our mid-school G.K texts........actually thinking once again it is indeed a suitable designation for them....desert indeed...........as a desert need not necessarily have sand.....it may infact be in the form of long streches of asphalt with gleaming automobiles and black 'fair' ladies and lonely frustrated chaps.........and among such a horrendously absurd morning where all I had in mind is how to spend the day amidst the utter boredom of corporate labyrinth,I saw three camels lumbering with idle briskness upon the highways.......if only the publishers were aware of the fact, the unfortunate kids have to look out for a newer edition of their books......anyways.....I am not saying I am surrounded by stupidity..........actually even I am a part of this dun coloured cloud looming obstinately upon nothing in particular........well.....it is a place where the buses ply but never seem to stop at the wildest wave of limbs.........where the people actually wait till the office bus stops to get on it.......where I have to swip a piece of card with I-don't -know-what bug inside to go to the loo......and have a P.C that never logs me in.....and have been visiting the office for a couple of days for nothing in particular other than playing carrom.......smoking.......loitering along the plush corridor for theatrically made up errands.........and a place where at 8.30 in the morning you get three camels roaming around the city for no apparent destination.........trust me my friends....this is something that you are not supposed to crib about....for men are generally thought as the stoic not so soft mishap of nature........and because they are usually considered to be 'paid' by the company.......so for that matter I checked my account balance quite with the fashionable luxury of the so called 'i-connect'........err.......it never fails to amaze me that everytime I do that I cannot escape exclaiming "where do the money goes!!!??".....ah yes......the cable guy called for the bill for the intenet this afternoon.......and I hate the midway of the week.......darn......sometimes I even wonder what is the point of having all these 'byte transfers' where I never actually come across any of my friend when I log on......or any decent conversation for that matter......but then I am generally expected to go through the loads of official jargon that my mailbox has to cope up with.......that actually takes an hour......and then my phone bill is delayed....and an electronic voice had assured me that my 'complaint' has been filed.........and there are ten different passwords for twenty different accounts that I have to remember always.....so the point is.....if ever there was.....the publishers of our mid-school G.K texts may as well rest in peace....for as it is........the camel is indeed the ship of the desert.......only the desert have changed.....and nothing else...
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It took me a while to swallow your post. It was unbelievable. Where in the world do you live where camels and MNCs reside side by side? Forgive the midweek, the cable guy, the fact that money never stays put, the camels ought to recompensate for all of them.
The concluding line of your post says it all.
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