Random Thoughts / Events

The Almighty – by Jeffrey Archer

Started this book yesterday and I’ am already half way through it. It’s a old book but surely gives you a kick.

Shikhar

A new Hindi movie is going to be released next week. The posters give me an impression that this one is inspired by Oliver Stone’s - Wall Street. Difference --- Stone dealt with the Wall Street and this movie deals with the screwed up Bombay Real Estate business

http://www.shikharmovie.com/

Oliver Stone

Coming to think of Oliver Stone I am surprised by the number of Oliver Stone movies that I have seen – The Doors / Natural Born Killers / Heaven and Earth / Born on the 4^th of July / Platoon / JFK / Wall Street / Alexander.

Merry Christmas

Wild Party

So here it goes ….

Yesterday i.e. 18^th December was my date of birth. My wife, my friends and I were bored by the routine birthday parties.

All of us wanted to break the routine. So we thought of a “Wild Party”.

I took all of my friends to the Zoo J. We had a party amidst some really heavy-duty party animals – Chimpanzees, Orangutans,Baboons, turtles, Tigers, Panthers, Pumas, Lions, Alligators, Cobras, Pythons ….Now that’s what we call a “Wild Party”.

The time we spent with the Tigers was unforgettable. We saw 9 tigers in all. Iam a regular at the zoo because of my fascination with the Tiger. I go there alone and sometimes assisted the cage cleaners in feeding the tigers. So I knew what it takes to take my friends inside the Tigers cage J. I have the “right contacts” J. So we had the privilege of entering the private enclosure of the tigers where we were face to face with greatest beast on land. We also had the rare privilege of witnessing the mating of White tigers….now how many of us get that kind of opportunity.

The hippos, rhinos, yaks, emus all were very kind to us J.

Call it a true “Wild Party”. Pics Soon.

I love my job, I love my job ...

Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to a radio station in Ft.Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless to say, she won.

Hi Sue,

Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all.

Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wetsuit.

This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial 'water heater'. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a hose, which is taped to the air hose.

Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints.

What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my ass started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my ass started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit.

Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my ass was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my ass. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.

Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totalling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my ass as soon as I got in the chamber.

The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my ass was swollen shut.
So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.

Now repeat to yourself, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job."