Starved...

Yesterday when geting back home, I chanced upon this hoarding for a Gymnasium.

The headline read -
Some people think that starving themselves is a shortcut to fitness.
The Somalis however, beg to differ.

Maybe the effers thought this was humourous. I think this is an effing shame, ridiculing someone like that. Especially when they surely don't have even half the balls required to last out there for a week.

Guess the jack aey's could do with a liberal dose of sensitivity. They seem to be pretty starved of it...

You Have Come Some Way, Baby…

Yesterday, my kid bro who’s very much a member of the Computtar Generation ‘sourced’ this game from somewhere. CONTRA.

Came back home, late, as usual, to see him kick some virtual butt. And that got me so nostalgic. Used to be abso-freaking-lutely crazy bout that game, back in school. I remember hanging at my best pals place for hours on end, doing what else, but kicking some virtual villainous butt.

But now don’t feel like playing it.

The times, they’ve surely changed, and so have the games played…

This Nomad was going to move from his current job. Bit bored and all that. Had even landed myself a job at this other agency. But my people here felt that I’m an asset (wadever dat mins!). So am getting a shift to a better team, workwise, n ya, a comfy lil pay hike.

So my folks at home can finally stop worrying ki apna baccha kya karega. In fact, mom has finally begun to see things my way that taking the jump from engineering to advertising was indeed the right thing. They might never understand that I simply followed my heart. But still, their happiness matters too…