Palin Haiku

Ok, so she was aksing for it. I had to do a few Palin Haikus!  Infact its like a poem of Palin Haikus!

 

Once there was a mom

A VeePee she wants to be

Shoots moose, goodness me!

 

one fine sunday, she

Saw Russia accross the sea

Foreign e.x.p!

 

High heels and lipstick,

Are her strongest arsenel

Góv’ner? Hard to tell!

 

Picked by one McCain,

Turned out to be quite a pain!

Atleast she can wink!

 

High point of it all

Was when she said “You Betcha”!

Elect Obamma!

Weird search hits

  I have been thinking of starting this post for a long time. For my record than for anything else. Some of the weirdest search phrases point to this blog. Here are a few of them

when someone says “i care for you” – me        talk about personality issues

what if i open the yellow packet of visa            ??????

kiss me i am panjabi                                      a pick up line?

do i remove socks for medical checkup            medical dilemma!!!!!

financial aid poems                                        dont think thats a recommended way for aid

what if 28 crocin are taken at once???             Holy Mackerel!!!!!

Toilet Training

  About a year back I had an interesting discussion with a colleague of mine. It was on the subject of toilet training. We work in a multinational company where the average employee is well…. above average. Or is expected to be above average in terms of education, communication skills, attitude, aptitude and many of the other aspects that are stressed on during interviews and tests. However we both realized that as far as skills in the lavatory are concerned we (excluding the two of us) flounder and are badly equipped.
 
  Let me describe the scene that greeted me today morning when I visited the loo. I didn’t have time at home and came to office. I prepared myself for a good ten minutes at that sanctorum of peace. However when I tried opening the first door (indecently there are two) I was welcomed by a most unwelcoming sight.
 
  It looked like something burst in there!!! I pray to the heavens it was only a tap! So I tried the next door. Damn, it was locked. I was desperate but not willing to compromise. So I tried the floor below the one on which I sit. BAMM the same awful sight! There was water everywhere! On the floor, on the seat, on the door. By Jove! Everywhere! I moved on to another floor, with diminishing hope, to find one toilet where I can be at peace with myself. Nope, that was nonexistent. After a couple more floors I decided to resign to my fate and keep all that I have within me.
 
  The main purpose of writing this is to stress on the importance of toilet training. I still can’t figure out how there can be so much water around. It frightens me to think of the possibilities. I always thought that the procedure was fairly straightforward. You finish your work, do the necessary final activates, get up and leave. What are the other possibilities? Standing up?
 
  Sorry about that… the very thought is frightening. Well I think they also need to grade new joinees on their hygiene and toilet awareness. Maybe have a question that resembles the following

    “Describe the normal workflow of a person reliving himself”
 
  This has to be then evaluated by the top management and an applicant can be rejected if his/her workflow is dreadful.
Whew!

Hair cut comments!

  A few days back I got a new hair cut. Well I went to an expensive place and told the person over there to make me look good. After the “hair job”, I got the following comments.

Dude, looks like a rodent died on your head?
Looks like you fell in a lake and the fish were at your hair!
Did you go to a cobbler instead of a barber?
You look weird!
Did you threaten to not pay the barber?(my boss)
You got a haircut?
Are you O.K? (genuinely sad face)
You look like a white African!
Tell me!!!! Who did this to you???   (with lots of passion)
But Whyyyy?
Who got you to go for this cut?
Son…… (Yeah that was my mom)

  I honestly never knew my hair was so important to so many people.