I remember free falling bodies are weightless. The theory was defined well in books and memorizing it gave good marks in exams. But my problem was not with the 'free falling bodies' but rather with the environment. For example lets consider the office-space.
I get this feeling pretty often. Like my limbs are on their own. Its generally when I am concentrating very hard on not doing something. Like walking into the office fighting back the desire to kick the glass door. Like forcing my self from seeing if you really can put your legs on the table and sleep (though I sometime try the CPU instead of the table). Nowadays I am trying to research on why 'Dudes' get angry when you take them on a ride on their chairs. Why do chairs have wheels when you want to be a static paper weight! Another anomaly on which Darwin would have probably enjoyed researching, is the aspect of calling people 'Hey MAN...'. I tried hard but till now I am unable to locate any other species in the office.
Another paradox is the dress code. Its like, for women, as long as you got lipstick/haircut etc and can cook and name something once the week or have a baby for whom you lament in office, you are cool. For men, just be 'Mature'. As in, you know, lend your shoulder/catching-falling/understanding/credit card/car key/Iphone etc. 'Hey Man...' don't ask me what these have got to do with bloody dress code! Because these are the things bound to come up when one talks about dress code. Well these things can come up in any conversation.
We have computers. Which takes 10 min to start/shut-down. Talking of RAM, mine used to have around 640 MB (don't ask me how) . Once I was enthusiastic for an upgrade. But one look at the cost/process I felt like standing on the table and dance. I was in tears and asked whether I could buy an RAM from the market and donate it. Ultimately it was made 1GB. We got a share drive for common access and to store project related data. More than 70 people are fighting for space in a 50 GB hard disk for more than 2 years now. We should think of colonizing the moon soon.
Did I miss out the smell? God knows when the carpets were incorporated. They try their best to establish that you should not walk bare foot, not only because you are in a corporate office, but also you may suddenly discover I lot of sticky/yak-yak/wet stuff in your feet. In the beginning, I was mesmerized to see a section of the wing in shadows with people working. It was like film noirs, until a couple of days later when a 'blue-shirt-short-height-irritated-staff' came and fixed the lights. Let there be light then. There is a door in the wall which do not shut properly. Once I opened it to find drain pipes. That day I discovered from where I used to hear water gurgling down during rain. Talking of rain, once on a rainy day I kept my umbrella to dry at the aisle. At evening I found it more wet than I left it. Water was still dripping down the 'glass panels' although the rain has seized outside.
Coming to the bathroom, there is also an algorithm. Of the four urinals 1 is always flooded. You got to be lucky to get your turn without waiting. Empty tissue box, automatic hand drier where you cannot ever put the hand the right way are also there. The taps, to save water stop by them selves. You probably could have shaved between the on-off session. The office starts 9.30 AM sharp. So for morning ritual the 5th floor goes to 3rd floor, 1st floor climbs to 4th floor. Did I miss out 2nd floor? Well as long as your identity is hidden its fine.
Talking about free falling bodies, its main point is memorizing the theories and getting the marks. It does not matter if the theory in itself turns you into a machine. When things are not ticking/clicking/chimming, you just put some grease.
I get this feeling pretty often. Like my limbs are on their own. Its generally when I am concentrating very hard on not doing something. Like walking into the office fighting back the desire to kick the glass door. Like forcing my self from seeing if you really can put your legs on the table and sleep (though I sometime try the CPU instead of the table). Nowadays I am trying to research on why 'Dudes' get angry when you take them on a ride on their chairs. Why do chairs have wheels when you want to be a static paper weight! Another anomaly on which Darwin would have probably enjoyed researching, is the aspect of calling people 'Hey MAN...'. I tried hard but till now I am unable to locate any other species in the office.
Another paradox is the dress code. Its like, for women, as long as you got lipstick/haircut etc and can cook and name something once the week or have a baby for whom you lament in office, you are cool. For men, just be 'Mature'. As in, you know, lend your shoulder/catching-falling/understanding/credit card/car key/Iphone etc. 'Hey Man...' don't ask me what these have got to do with bloody dress code! Because these are the things bound to come up when one talks about dress code. Well these things can come up in any conversation.
We have computers. Which takes 10 min to start/shut-down. Talking of RAM, mine used to have around 640 MB (don't ask me how) . Once I was enthusiastic for an upgrade. But one look at the cost/process I felt like standing on the table and dance. I was in tears and asked whether I could buy an RAM from the market and donate it. Ultimately it was made 1GB. We got a share drive for common access and to store project related data. More than 70 people are fighting for space in a 50 GB hard disk for more than 2 years now. We should think of colonizing the moon soon.
Did I miss out the smell? God knows when the carpets were incorporated. They try their best to establish that you should not walk bare foot, not only because you are in a corporate office, but also you may suddenly discover I lot of sticky/yak-yak/wet stuff in your feet. In the beginning, I was mesmerized to see a section of the wing in shadows with people working. It was like film noirs, until a couple of days later when a 'blue-shirt-short-height-irritated-staff' came and fixed the lights. Let there be light then. There is a door in the wall which do not shut properly. Once I opened it to find drain pipes. That day I discovered from where I used to hear water gurgling down during rain. Talking of rain, once on a rainy day I kept my umbrella to dry at the aisle. At evening I found it more wet than I left it. Water was still dripping down the 'glass panels' although the rain has seized outside.
Coming to the bathroom, there is also an algorithm. Of the four urinals 1 is always flooded. You got to be lucky to get your turn without waiting. Empty tissue box, automatic hand drier where you cannot ever put the hand the right way are also there. The taps, to save water stop by them selves. You probably could have shaved between the on-off session. The office starts 9.30 AM sharp. So for morning ritual the 5th floor goes to 3rd floor, 1st floor climbs to 4th floor. Did I miss out 2nd floor? Well as long as your identity is hidden its fine.
Talking about free falling bodies, its main point is memorizing the theories and getting the marks. It does not matter if the theory in itself turns you into a machine. When things are not ticking/clicking/chimming, you just put some grease.
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those 5D days.
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