Dear “Helpless man “
I hereby tend my resignation from the organization. I am getting married in a couple of months, and intend to relocate to join my spouse, who is settled abroad. I would like you to respect this decision, and release me at the earliest. I am ready to fulfill my notice period, and also give adequate knowledge transfer to my replacement, as required of me.
I appreciate the organization for providing me this valuable opportunity, and although the resignation is a painful decision for me, I would request you to process my formalities at the earliest.
Thanking
“ 2010 woman”
The reply
Dear “2010 Woman”,
I acknowledge the receipt of your mail. I regret to inform that your resignation is not accepted, for the primary reason, our organization has a global presence, and you can try and also be assured of getting an opportunity to work in the same location where your spouse would be. I am putting you on to the correct personnel who will help you find the opportunity, and also help in the settling process.
In the event of the same not coming through, which is unlikely, we have one more option to help you with the dilemma. We would love to have your spouse in our company, because we are always in need of great talent. So we would try our level best in giving a suitable offer, to your spouse, which will help you both settle very well in your post marriage life.
I wish you great luck in your new innings in your personal life.
Thanking
“ Helpless Man”
The counter reply
Dear “Helpless Man”
Let me take the opportunity to thank you sincerely for trying the option of getting a work in the location of my spouse. Also, it is a commendable initiative to try an option for my spouse in the organization. I regret to say that, I do not intend to continue working, as my in laws are not keen in me working post marriage, and I would like to adhere by their point of view.
Although I take pride in working in this organization and also feel obliged that the organization is willing to accommodate me in getting an opportunity, I am very clear and am in no dilemma. I feel, I should go ahead with my decision.
I would appreciate if you could let me know a suitable release date.
Thanking again
2010 Woman
The reply
Dear “2010 Woman”
It is by far a greatest truce, primarily because you, with all your education cannot convince your in laws in changing their point of view. Today, women are there everywhere and the main reason for their presence and eradicating the inequality is their willingness to contribute to the cause, and independence is their tool of choice.
I am again rejecting the application, because we can go ahead and discuss the same with your in laws, with your permission of-course. We have a separate women counseling cell that will take the onus and will help you come over the obstacle convincing your in laws.
Do not worry, as we know that you would love to continue working, and also the independence and intellectual maturity that the work offers you and we would try our best to have your right with you.
Thanks
Helpless man
CLIMAX
Dear “ Helpless Man”
I REITERATE, this is getting a bit overboard. It is not only my in-law’s choice, but mine as well. I do not intend to work anymore. Although working was exciting and a good learning, I think I should be at home, and also take a BREAK. I need a break from the hustle bustle, work activity, and post marriage, it would be beneficial to all parties involved, including myself.
I would be able to concentrate on my personal life, and in no way willing to sacrifice on that.
I would appreciate if you are sensitive to my concerns, and let me know my release date.
No Thanks
2010 Woman
The Reply
Dear “2010 Woman”
It is a pity, and absolutely against altruism that you intend to take a break. Well for the same break, we give you annual leaves and what not, but here I find absolutely no relevance to any for the cause of recreation.
I wonder if this is all that you perceived for yourself in the future, why did you even pursue with zeal and vigor your engineering studies ? It would have been better to stop at HSC, and learn about family and sacrifices, post that.
I intend to let you know, that we invest the same amount in training, invest the same in getting you a good opportunity, and why do only you have to take a break? I have never had, or will never have a male counterpart walking and telling me, that he intends to take a break post marriage.
I accept your resignation, but please note that, I would never ever want to hear from you about gender inequality at the top of the corporate hierarchy, when educated women like you do not want to contribute to the same.
No thanks
“Helpless Man”
Anti Climax
Dear “ Helpless Man”
I have been offended by this mail, and I intend to escalate this to higher authorities on unethical behavior.
This is an open case of insult, personal defamation and also mental trauma and I want to let you know that you would have to face the music.
2010 Woman
The end
Dear “Helpless man”
We are in receipt of a complaint against you for unethical behavior, and you have been charged for discriminatory comments and personal defamation. It is with restraint and unfortunate that at this position the comments are totally derogatory.
We hereby issue you a stern notice of warning, and would want you to issue a written apology to the party involved and also taking an adequate step to not repeat the same in the future.
Thanking,
Whomsoever it is concerned
The nail in the coffin..( Whose coffin ??)
Dear “whomsoever it is concerned”,
I hereby tend my resignation, because I intend to take a break. A break from fate, and also a break from the fateful repercussions if I tend an apology.
Thanking,
Helpless Man
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Elvis has left the Building
Elvis has left the building,
It all started with the phrase by a very good friend (Credits to follow in the end), “The louder the music, the older you are”.
The writing of-course has nothing to do with the Notre dame of Music and the king of rock and roll. Being closely related to marketing field, I thought it might catch some eyelids for otherwise usually a dry response to my blog post, but of-course it holds some resemblance to the great man, Elvis.
This write up is all about “Legacy”.
Well I never imagined, If, of all the People, I would be writing about getting Older or to cut short, AGE. But here I am, at – years of age ( Reasons for not disclosing will also follow ), writing about the most important, albeit controversial topic (Specifically for the opposite gender ) AGE. It is not a well thought event, but is just like a sudden wake up on the “other” side of an island, and just trying to have the prerogative built with a transition from one island to the other, if there was any transition. Sorry, I never had a transition.
This was inspired by some random set ofevents, some shocking, intriguing conversations with friends, and of-course how to forget the visit to Saloon and Usage of Gillette in the monthly bill.
I go back to the phrase where it all started, “The louder the music, the older you are” and this took a new imperative turn on me, because it was all going to well at a house party, Loud music, lots of food, friends frolicking, yelling, where in I pitched in first by reducing the volume, and also commanding the troops to follow decorum by reducing the decibel levels.
Will it be termed under a non cognizable crime? Well not really, but given the topic under discussion, I can’t even manage a parole.
The same week, was followed by another shocker. Well honestly, you never think you are old enough till the time, you get into a gully, where the future Rs 200 crore, brand ambassadors are playing our one day would be National Sport. I was not left behind, and I did enter a gully. And just like how the alarm gives you a rude awakening on Monday morning, I woke up. Nowadays, even gullys are filled with cars parked in all geometrical shape. So Terrace is where the sport is, but would still term it Gully cricket. The ball landed on my feet, and I bowed down to pick it up, there was a call, “UNCLE, sorry, please give the ball back”. Woah, Did the kid even look at me properly to address me in such rude manner ? Or did he look at me with eye to detail like the CIA agents in another Hollywood flick, to address me like that ? I really didn’t have an answer, I threw the ball up, (thrice to be honest) so that it has the thrust to reach the terrace, and the worst was to follow, three throws, and the arm already ached.
Working with colleagues who have great sense of humor is a blessing. Especially, when that is the only thing that keeps you afloat. But sometimes overdose of it, leaves you with no choice but to sulk. It was another one of those discussion on how you are going to shape your future where in my dear friend ( I Told you credits to follow suite ) commented, dude “we” have reasons to worry. We have 56 % of our life pending to live, and in that what can we do justice to ? WOAH 56, God help me break the mystery derivation of the number, but if it is true, with Medicinal blessing, I wonder where did my 44% of life vanish?? I vaguely remember laughing, spoiling plans, puncturing tires, throwing tantrums, breaking windows, fighting, brawl etc or even the first viewership privilege of soft porn.
Was I in selective amnesia and suddenly woke up to the fact that I have only 56 % of my life ahead ???But the realization of the no of age wasn’t the shocker, the shocker was to decide on priorities for the remaining 56% of my life. I am wondering, if I really would be able to make justice to the remaining part ?
Work place is where you spend 70 % of your time that you are awake. And All the happening in the work place has more than double the impact on how the remaining 30 % is going to be spent. Well there was a time, when I was a toddler in the corporate life, where I used to be addressed as a kiddo, a youngster, etc. Well honestly, it did vacillate my school of thought and forced me to sport a moustache and a French goatie, But the plan backfired, now the same facial reincarnation is what makes the new joins in the corporate world who get a rude welcome by having to meet me first in their new world , address me as “Sir”, and of course the perception that “I am very serious and senior person” from people I just spoke to. Well talk about oxymoron.
The last, but the pinnacle of frustration is your trip to saloon, or get ready for one exhaustive trip to your friendly neighborhood saloon. How you might wonder? But honestly, the last time I went to a saloon to have a hair cut it was some good 3 months back. Now that will go as Quarter expenses in my P & L statement, because there was a time when it was almost a monthly visit. The catch 22 here is a very fact that am shelling out oozles in the Gillette to upkeep the goatie, will take care of the monthly or expenses. Well it aint really about the money here, but woah, but the fact that the growth in the head is taken over by the face is unnecessary intrusion in the transition. The white silver lines here and there, amidst a balding oval head, and face looking like, a prisoner out, does not really auger well here. I hate to go to the saloon for the reason, he might laugh that I am trying desperately to have the trimming done, or he would not take money for having to do so less or NO work, or worst, if he would have to ask “ Sir want a dye ?”.
I agree that age is a painful number, and now am really empathetic towards all those elderly boisterous gentlemen, retired , who still come to jog, drive and walk, and still want to be considered amongst the crowd. Or the ones who say, oh good Lord help your generation. I am sure they would have gone through the bell curve, or still reeling through the syndrome.
But the realization ain’t that. The realization is, do I really have to care on that number that helps me in getting retirement benefit ?
Am I not still the 6 year old Calvin, that my friends address me as? Well why spend the remaining 56% of the future worrying about the 56% or lesser or say more? We all know that our age will be as part of a quadratic equation for kids, and CAT aspirants. And it really will help them score some brownie points.
While writing this piece, I have already entertained two complains about LOUD music from my place, sitting in a room, with a round neck t shirt, with Gelled Spiked hair, and with facebook on. Talk about being young.
It doesn’t matter to me as I have realized I have sailed to the other side, while failing to realize, even if the boat didn’t move, the water was flowing. Age is just a number, and the kids will call me UNCLE, and I did the same to aplenty during my time. Its just natural. I would not carry the number in my head, or even in my heart.
For the comment on the music, I would give credit to Mr Pavan Bhosle, who being couple of years elder to me, was still younger on that day
And o fcourse for giving the numerical data of 56 % I thank Mr Abraham, Oh good lord wonder how you managed that equation.
I finally apologize for flaunting too many of numbers here and there, but that is what I wanted to portray. It’s all just numbers, taken seriously, will result in another numbers in Medical biils.
I am not cutting down the sweet intake, although will be responsible in usage. Aint cutting down on the calorie, because not impacted too harshly. I am Only cutting down on frivolous idiosyncrasies that made me look like a retired Colonel. Cutting down on all those nonsensical things, to make me look cooler with gentlemen I have to put up with everyday.
I am sure, I would follow the curious case of Benjamin Button way, and am sure I would have you for company.
After all,
Elvis has left the building
It all started with the phrase by a very good friend (Credits to follow in the end), “The louder the music, the older you are”.
The writing of-course has nothing to do with the Notre dame of Music and the king of rock and roll. Being closely related to marketing field, I thought it might catch some eyelids for otherwise usually a dry response to my blog post, but of-course it holds some resemblance to the great man, Elvis.
This write up is all about “Legacy”.
Well I never imagined, If, of all the People, I would be writing about getting Older or to cut short, AGE. But here I am, at – years of age ( Reasons for not disclosing will also follow ), writing about the most important, albeit controversial topic (Specifically for the opposite gender ) AGE. It is not a well thought event, but is just like a sudden wake up on the “other” side of an island, and just trying to have the prerogative built with a transition from one island to the other, if there was any transition. Sorry, I never had a transition.
This was inspired by some random set ofevents, some shocking, intriguing conversations with friends, and of-course how to forget the visit to Saloon and Usage of Gillette in the monthly bill.
I go back to the phrase where it all started, “The louder the music, the older you are” and this took a new imperative turn on me, because it was all going to well at a house party, Loud music, lots of food, friends frolicking, yelling, where in I pitched in first by reducing the volume, and also commanding the troops to follow decorum by reducing the decibel levels.
Will it be termed under a non cognizable crime? Well not really, but given the topic under discussion, I can’t even manage a parole.
The same week, was followed by another shocker. Well honestly, you never think you are old enough till the time, you get into a gully, where the future Rs 200 crore, brand ambassadors are playing our one day would be National Sport. I was not left behind, and I did enter a gully. And just like how the alarm gives you a rude awakening on Monday morning, I woke up. Nowadays, even gullys are filled with cars parked in all geometrical shape. So Terrace is where the sport is, but would still term it Gully cricket. The ball landed on my feet, and I bowed down to pick it up, there was a call, “UNCLE, sorry, please give the ball back”. Woah, Did the kid even look at me properly to address me in such rude manner ? Or did he look at me with eye to detail like the CIA agents in another Hollywood flick, to address me like that ? I really didn’t have an answer, I threw the ball up, (thrice to be honest) so that it has the thrust to reach the terrace, and the worst was to follow, three throws, and the arm already ached.
Working with colleagues who have great sense of humor is a blessing. Especially, when that is the only thing that keeps you afloat. But sometimes overdose of it, leaves you with no choice but to sulk. It was another one of those discussion on how you are going to shape your future where in my dear friend ( I Told you credits to follow suite ) commented, dude “we” have reasons to worry. We have 56 % of our life pending to live, and in that what can we do justice to ? WOAH 56, God help me break the mystery derivation of the number, but if it is true, with Medicinal blessing, I wonder where did my 44% of life vanish?? I vaguely remember laughing, spoiling plans, puncturing tires, throwing tantrums, breaking windows, fighting, brawl etc or even the first viewership privilege of soft porn.
Was I in selective amnesia and suddenly woke up to the fact that I have only 56 % of my life ahead ???But the realization of the no of age wasn’t the shocker, the shocker was to decide on priorities for the remaining 56% of my life. I am wondering, if I really would be able to make justice to the remaining part ?
Work place is where you spend 70 % of your time that you are awake. And All the happening in the work place has more than double the impact on how the remaining 30 % is going to be spent. Well there was a time, when I was a toddler in the corporate life, where I used to be addressed as a kiddo, a youngster, etc. Well honestly, it did vacillate my school of thought and forced me to sport a moustache and a French goatie, But the plan backfired, now the same facial reincarnation is what makes the new joins in the corporate world who get a rude welcome by having to meet me first in their new world , address me as “Sir”, and of course the perception that “I am very serious and senior person” from people I just spoke to. Well talk about oxymoron.
The last, but the pinnacle of frustration is your trip to saloon, or get ready for one exhaustive trip to your friendly neighborhood saloon. How you might wonder? But honestly, the last time I went to a saloon to have a hair cut it was some good 3 months back. Now that will go as Quarter expenses in my P & L statement, because there was a time when it was almost a monthly visit. The catch 22 here is a very fact that am shelling out oozles in the Gillette to upkeep the goatie, will take care of the monthly or expenses. Well it aint really about the money here, but woah, but the fact that the growth in the head is taken over by the face is unnecessary intrusion in the transition. The white silver lines here and there, amidst a balding oval head, and face looking like, a prisoner out, does not really auger well here. I hate to go to the saloon for the reason, he might laugh that I am trying desperately to have the trimming done, or he would not take money for having to do so less or NO work, or worst, if he would have to ask “ Sir want a dye ?”.
I agree that age is a painful number, and now am really empathetic towards all those elderly boisterous gentlemen, retired , who still come to jog, drive and walk, and still want to be considered amongst the crowd. Or the ones who say, oh good Lord help your generation. I am sure they would have gone through the bell curve, or still reeling through the syndrome.
But the realization ain’t that. The realization is, do I really have to care on that number that helps me in getting retirement benefit ?
Am I not still the 6 year old Calvin, that my friends address me as? Well why spend the remaining 56% of the future worrying about the 56% or lesser or say more? We all know that our age will be as part of a quadratic equation for kids, and CAT aspirants. And it really will help them score some brownie points.
While writing this piece, I have already entertained two complains about LOUD music from my place, sitting in a room, with a round neck t shirt, with Gelled Spiked hair, and with facebook on. Talk about being young.
It doesn’t matter to me as I have realized I have sailed to the other side, while failing to realize, even if the boat didn’t move, the water was flowing. Age is just a number, and the kids will call me UNCLE, and I did the same to aplenty during my time. Its just natural. I would not carry the number in my head, or even in my heart.
For the comment on the music, I would give credit to Mr Pavan Bhosle, who being couple of years elder to me, was still younger on that day
And o fcourse for giving the numerical data of 56 % I thank Mr Abraham, Oh good lord wonder how you managed that equation.
I finally apologize for flaunting too many of numbers here and there, but that is what I wanted to portray. It’s all just numbers, taken seriously, will result in another numbers in Medical biils.
I am not cutting down the sweet intake, although will be responsible in usage. Aint cutting down on the calorie, because not impacted too harshly. I am Only cutting down on frivolous idiosyncrasies that made me look like a retired Colonel. Cutting down on all those nonsensical things, to make me look cooler with gentlemen I have to put up with everyday.
I am sure, I would follow the curious case of Benjamin Button way, and am sure I would have you for company.
After all,
Elvis has left the building
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A letter from Vincy!
Dear Neighbor
I the undersigned am hoping that this letter reaches you at the best of your health and best of your mood. Best of your mood probably because, I have not seen that in you all the time I have been in front of you. I write this letter because I know that the relationship between us both neighbors is strained and not in best of terms, and I heard everyone makes resolution for the same, so I have one of my own.
Before explaining my complex resolution I want to thank you for acknowledging this letter and reading it till here, and hope you read till the end. I also want to warn you that I am not blessed with too much of literary skills and might waver from point to point, because I want this letter to be very informal.
Ok Let us come back to the sardonic Resolutions. I heard from my house owner, that resolutions are always meant to be broken. I thought to myself, why on earth are human beings so weird? But I decided I will have one of my own and will see to it that I fulfill the same with flying colors. I want to thank you for inspiring me to have a resolution.
The resolution is to improve our relationship and have a benevolent neighborhood. Neighbors cannot afford to be in cold war all the time. I have had this thought from the beginning that something inside you always hates me or loathes at my behavior or is it jealousy? And if you intend to reply, I would love to hear from you the reasons on the same. I know what is going on your mind and I can sense the frown through radioactive waves even here. I know you would ask for justification as all of your kinds do. SO here it goes.
I come for a morning stroll, and I see you leave for your work early, probably in a hurry or worry of going to miss something. You are still dangling out your bag, and trying to fix things inside the food carrier, which smells yum, that is trying to get inside. I am extremely good at picking smell you see. I observe that your shoe laces are untied, and I try to tell you politely, and you give a snarling look to freak my helter shelter in the morning. I worry, on how many times you might have had a fall. All I get for my good intention is a nasty little stare.
The next time I see you in the day is when you come back from work, I am excited with the darkness after the dull day, and revel in the cheer of my house mates of coming back, at the verandah. I see the little snobbish smile in you as well, and I greet you and welcome with you and you gave me that snarling look again making me contemplate of something severely wrong that I would have done to get the treatment from you.
At the night, Yes I knew I was too loud sometimes, but wouldn’t you like a sound sleep for the rest of your life than suffer a minor 1 minute delay in sleep ? Because All I do is just ensure that all things are safe and sound and no one takes the street for granted.
I remember, when you were almost about to get me beaten up when All I was trying was to help your mom from stamping the dirt behind her. I take complete responsibility of leaving my dirt there, but was genuinely trying to help your mother, when she walked ahead, but you thought I had malicious intention and scared the hell out of me. Trust me the whole evening I waited for you both to come back so that I can ask for forgiveness, and when I saw you coming, I couldn’t utter a word, because I heard you giving “inspiring comments” about my behavior. I wailed the whole night. You wont remember, but I did not utter a single word the whole night
You were away for 3 weeks, and I missed you. Although there were many instances, that I would have been loud and nasty, but the whole street was happy, and no one really complained, there were no estranged personals, no hawkers, no frills no brawls.
Trust me I hate brawls. Oh that reminds me of a brawl that happened in the street. I know both were intoxicated, and you thought I was too loud in the brawl and assumed I was part of the brawl, where as all I was trying to do was to scare them away for rest of you to live peacefully. I was successful, but failed in your eyes again.
Yes I remember on two days of the week, sorry I don’t know which days fall when, but two days when you try to sleep at a weird noon hour, I disturb you, Again your assumption and accusation, but I was just conversing with my friends which doesn’t go well with you. I do that every single day, but just because you experience only a part of the time and cant digest the same that I become a misnomer in society and a menace for you. How terrible is the feeling of un-acceptance.
Enough of accusations, but let me come to a conclusion. I do not want to continue with this crazy little cold war between us. I want to be a good, friendly, well behaved neighbor, and I think I have enough capacity for the same. My life span is limited and I want to live by making my neighbors happy. I know I look ugly, although some find me cute, but I will assume I look ugly to you, but let me tell you nothing will give me more happiness than seeing my neighbors and nearby people happy and it doesn’t really matter how I look. It was Nature’s choice of creating me and I completely respect that. Ask my housemates, I entertain them with those single choices every moment.
So I am ready to change, for your benefit although some concepts are imbibed. Like I cannot converse with you, like others do, because I don’t have blessed conversation skills as well. But doesn’t mean I don’t talk. You need an open mind to understand my language of love.
All said and done am waiting for your reply. You might consider my language as loud and the term you humans use is bark. Bark it is, but please understand that when I wag my tail that is to get your nod for my affection and the BARK is when you wear those skimpy colored shoes, that does not go well with the jeans.That was my last offensive statement, I thought I could use my right on you.
If you can come out in the balcony, you can see me wagging my tail and trying to sniff out the bad goons in the street. So hope to meet you as a friend once and go for a friendly walk.
Yours Sincerely
Vincy, BOW BOW
I the undersigned am hoping that this letter reaches you at the best of your health and best of your mood. Best of your mood probably because, I have not seen that in you all the time I have been in front of you. I write this letter because I know that the relationship between us both neighbors is strained and not in best of terms, and I heard everyone makes resolution for the same, so I have one of my own.
Before explaining my complex resolution I want to thank you for acknowledging this letter and reading it till here, and hope you read till the end. I also want to warn you that I am not blessed with too much of literary skills and might waver from point to point, because I want this letter to be very informal.
Ok Let us come back to the sardonic Resolutions. I heard from my house owner, that resolutions are always meant to be broken. I thought to myself, why on earth are human beings so weird? But I decided I will have one of my own and will see to it that I fulfill the same with flying colors. I want to thank you for inspiring me to have a resolution.
The resolution is to improve our relationship and have a benevolent neighborhood. Neighbors cannot afford to be in cold war all the time. I have had this thought from the beginning that something inside you always hates me or loathes at my behavior or is it jealousy? And if you intend to reply, I would love to hear from you the reasons on the same. I know what is going on your mind and I can sense the frown through radioactive waves even here. I know you would ask for justification as all of your kinds do. SO here it goes.
I come for a morning stroll, and I see you leave for your work early, probably in a hurry or worry of going to miss something. You are still dangling out your bag, and trying to fix things inside the food carrier, which smells yum, that is trying to get inside. I am extremely good at picking smell you see. I observe that your shoe laces are untied, and I try to tell you politely, and you give a snarling look to freak my helter shelter in the morning. I worry, on how many times you might have had a fall. All I get for my good intention is a nasty little stare.
The next time I see you in the day is when you come back from work, I am excited with the darkness after the dull day, and revel in the cheer of my house mates of coming back, at the verandah. I see the little snobbish smile in you as well, and I greet you and welcome with you and you gave me that snarling look again making me contemplate of something severely wrong that I would have done to get the treatment from you.
At the night, Yes I knew I was too loud sometimes, but wouldn’t you like a sound sleep for the rest of your life than suffer a minor 1 minute delay in sleep ? Because All I do is just ensure that all things are safe and sound and no one takes the street for granted.
I remember, when you were almost about to get me beaten up when All I was trying was to help your mom from stamping the dirt behind her. I take complete responsibility of leaving my dirt there, but was genuinely trying to help your mother, when she walked ahead, but you thought I had malicious intention and scared the hell out of me. Trust me the whole evening I waited for you both to come back so that I can ask for forgiveness, and when I saw you coming, I couldn’t utter a word, because I heard you giving “inspiring comments” about my behavior. I wailed the whole night. You wont remember, but I did not utter a single word the whole night
You were away for 3 weeks, and I missed you. Although there were many instances, that I would have been loud and nasty, but the whole street was happy, and no one really complained, there were no estranged personals, no hawkers, no frills no brawls.
Trust me I hate brawls. Oh that reminds me of a brawl that happened in the street. I know both were intoxicated, and you thought I was too loud in the brawl and assumed I was part of the brawl, where as all I was trying to do was to scare them away for rest of you to live peacefully. I was successful, but failed in your eyes again.
Yes I remember on two days of the week, sorry I don’t know which days fall when, but two days when you try to sleep at a weird noon hour, I disturb you, Again your assumption and accusation, but I was just conversing with my friends which doesn’t go well with you. I do that every single day, but just because you experience only a part of the time and cant digest the same that I become a misnomer in society and a menace for you. How terrible is the feeling of un-acceptance.
Enough of accusations, but let me come to a conclusion. I do not want to continue with this crazy little cold war between us. I want to be a good, friendly, well behaved neighbor, and I think I have enough capacity for the same. My life span is limited and I want to live by making my neighbors happy. I know I look ugly, although some find me cute, but I will assume I look ugly to you, but let me tell you nothing will give me more happiness than seeing my neighbors and nearby people happy and it doesn’t really matter how I look. It was Nature’s choice of creating me and I completely respect that. Ask my housemates, I entertain them with those single choices every moment.
So I am ready to change, for your benefit although some concepts are imbibed. Like I cannot converse with you, like others do, because I don’t have blessed conversation skills as well. But doesn’t mean I don’t talk. You need an open mind to understand my language of love.
All said and done am waiting for your reply. You might consider my language as loud and the term you humans use is bark. Bark it is, but please understand that when I wag my tail that is to get your nod for my affection and the BARK is when you wear those skimpy colored shoes, that does not go well with the jeans.That was my last offensive statement, I thought I could use my right on you.
If you can come out in the balcony, you can see me wagging my tail and trying to sniff out the bad goons in the street. So hope to meet you as a friend once and go for a friendly walk.
Yours Sincerely
Vincy, BOW BOW
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