Unwell

I have been a little unwell often.
I can't say I have fallen sick as it is not dramatic or even doctor-prescription worthy.
It is a dilemna then to pull into work or stay in. I mean I would love to show up at work with measles but this is not even that fun.
See how diligent I am. Hug Almost-Senior Associate with his stubble reminding me the hug wasn't needed. I have chicken-pox and I am here.
Bye fuckers.

Song by a 24 year old

There is no where to go and nothing to do apart from work. I find no girl pretty enough to consider and as for boys some are good but their hairstyles are either too fashionable like a porcupine has decided to permanently reside on their skull or then too old-fashioned with middle parting like Amitabh anyway what do I care about guys they can fuck off.

Here is a song that suits my situation (of having no decent hang out joint, in case you have problems connecting contexts):-


I'm too old for Elevate
Too young for satsang
I think I'm just right for
Nehru Place.

Diet

I am on a secret diet. It seems too pansy-type to like, say, oh-I am dieting. It is like fasting to get a good wife (which I only did once or maybe max twice-thrice) coz I don't want to be paying alimony and for her brother's foreign education and what not.
Anyway now I am hungry so I will eat an orange and also arrange some biscuits around the desk by throwing them loosely on the table. That way noone will suspect.

Intrigue

Call me. You know who you are.

[Fuckers, keep guessing who this while you pretend to work.]

By the way isn't there something romantic about the term "press note?" Like those pigeons would deliver before Orkut scraps were invented?

Elle

So far I had only been overhearing that some lawyer-boys in office have been getting expensive facials.

Finally there was some sort of competition for the most expensive facial today at lunch. I lost by only Rs. 150 but in a way I won coz I have mentioned earlier that my barber is a foreigner.

Look what I found
While looking around
For the master circular (july, annual)
And the weighlifter's stash-
The FEMA manual

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Break Up Poem




Forget the trouble
You are not worth
Even the receipt
Of a one-way
Metro card
Fake as a Fendi
In Chinatown
Cheap as a village
Prom gown
You are not
The guy I once
Sort-of loved

A College-Boy

Some new boy from my law college has joined and he finds excuses to come and talk to me. I am quite uncomfortable with all-this so when he comes to me next I will tell him I have a girlfriend or something.
It's high time I found a girlfriend even if just for a few weeks. I am beginning to fear I will be seen as someone who can't find a girlfriend as opposed to doesn't have a girlfriend.
This is increasing my stress levels and I saw my comb had five extra hairs than usual in the morning. I am storing them in a turquoise blue box so when the time arrives I can weave them back. Atleast I am blessed with foresight.

Questions

I am in a bad mood and it is time to invest in unpopularity. I have framed a list of questions that will irritate people in the Fraternity/Sorority. Please note same is made sector-wise and kind regards.

Tax People: Isn't it better to have done a CA degree? And Big 4 is better work no?

Capital Markets (i.e. us hee hee) People: Isn't is basically one giant DD? Aren't the underwriting agreements and other agreements all just templates and you change logos, names and numbers?

Litigation People: What do you do in the many months in which courts are closed?

Projects/Infrastructure People: But where is the law element in this? Isn't it all just common-sense (and patience coz documents are so long.)

Financing People: If you've done one, you've done them all, no? Plus isn't most of foreign lending really FEMA-compliance?

M&A People: What is the deal size?