The year that was.

Couldnt squeeze in a single post for a full year. As i sit hear reading some of the stuff that i wrote over the last few years i feel like writing again as if to compete with that younger (better) me . I am not sure if i am as funny as that younger guy anymore .. all mirth is kind of lost in balancing EMIs all around . Its humour of a darker stickier kind that pervades me now , i seek humor in strange places these days . Humor in predictable mails from your ASMs ..POP demands in the first week, "special" client requests in the 2nd ,  stock cribs in the second half of the month. Steady , periodic , funny. I see the funny side in the random internet service guys complete inability to sort out my issue or the absolute Modern Times clockwork pattern in which every 121 callcenter guy thinks. I seek my pound of humorous flesh from the clicketty clack of opening seatbelts barely 2 seconds after the wheels of aircrafts touch down and some dark part of me secretly wants the pilot to brake sharper or do something to make these numbskulls fly through the air and smash like pumkins on the aircraft walls around me . You can probably make out a few things about the year that was from where and how i derive pleasure from now. I hate salespeople, i hate their plastic smiles, their greasy palms and greasier tongues .. I feel like the world is producing too many maggots that dont deserve life.. and these incompetent monkeys are sapping the life out of me. I am travelling way too much and would love to sleep in my own bed atleast 20 nights a month. Also i would love to laugh more often on stuff thats genuinely funny like Calvin and Hobbes or Mamata Banerjee rather than the vitriolic bile that im aging inside of me.