Jinesh Mehta

Paranous is dead, forever...But the lone warrior in the 35th Cube continues on...

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Friday, October 31

Another day. Another Friday. And the chocolate saga continues.
I hate chocolates. I detest the way the name sounds while passing through my ear canals.

Or do I ?
Is this what I asked for when I said the company spirit was getting bland. When the company soul was in danger of being overrun by boredom and my ever present companion, the sin of prolonged procrastination ?

Thursday, October 30

HelpDesk Analyst Training has shifted focus and suddenly become "Cube.25's Life 101". We now have intimate knowledge of his life, wife and the fight he had with his wife on the station.

He's kissed Mgmt-Ass, quoted the CDO and sand praises for the company President, all in three paragraphs.

Now, he's spearheading a movement to exchange personal feedback about all team members, including himself.

I'm psychologically weak. I dont' want anyone giving me feedback about myself. I might snap and kill the damn fool.

Another thing, he publicaly declared Paranoid.Pande to be gay. This is not something I would take light-heartedly.

Incidentally, neither has P.Pande.

Monday, October 27

On a personal note, cube.04, who was the reason I closed this Blog has made another attempt to molest my dignity, honour and reputation. The office snaps have been changed. Dushy's snap has been labelled properly, is of a big size while all others have numerals added to them and are small enough to require a microscope to view.

WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS !!!? ARE WE NOT HUMANS ? WILL WE NOT BLEED IF CUT ?!! DO WE NOT FEEL ?!!

in other news,
All gangs in the office are being broken up. The newbloods have been mixed with the oldbloods. Predicting this sudden place change, I had carefuly researched and prepared a 1000 word pdf stating reasons from Vastushastra, Fenshui, palmistry, zodiac signs and a few concepts of Reiki on why I MUST sit in a secluded corner to function. I also have a copy of my contract which specifically states I shall be seated only in a corner for the duration of my employment.

I needn't have worried. The new floorplan has just popped into my mailbox. Even though the Pirates have been broken up, my place in the corner remains unchanged. The corner is the confluence point of intra-office vibes. It's a heady mix of psychic energy that collects and pours straight into my corner and into me.

Except, now I share it with a Girl. She's a Virgo, which makes it even worse. Virgo's are immune to my particular brand of illusionary words. As mentioned before, being a personal friend of theBoss means he comes around every 28 minutes on the dot, argues about the taste factor of Toblerone and Ferro Rochers, and makes a hasty retreat after cracking a one liner about this Girl's short stature.

In the world of Man, this is considered to be seduction.

Only problem is with him standing right behind, I have to actually do company work.

hmm...at this rate, my website will never get completed.

Sunday, October 26

http://f1.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/y_doshi/lst?.dir=/Directi+Mentals&.view=t

How come only the sys.ad supreme's pictures have been labelled ?
Are we not worthy of deserving NAMES ?!!
Or does she believe him to be "Special" ? hmmm...

She's has also begun to to spam our mailboxes with unwanted bullcrap, all my 7 company email accounts are flooded !! good thing she dosn't know about my pvt accounts. This is what happens when a female is made sysadmin and given power, it goes to her head.

Thursday, October 23

MyDefaultIdentity.
The walkingVirus has joined the Prometheus Brigade. Along with him comes a female to despoil and villify my sanctum sanctorum. The vibes of my corner cubicle now smell of shampoo and perfume. Not my own.

HR has killed my insurgency by ignoring it.

To top it all, the female seems to be on intimate terms with the Boss.

Electro Magnetic theory is the study of finding patterns and predicting how fields will react in varied conditions. From your house fan to this monitor, all use these principles.

There's something else which generates electricity.

The human body.

Each cell of our bodies produce a 50 Millivolt charge while a AAA size battery produces 5 Volts. That's not much. But multiply that by the trillions of cells present in our bodies, each one producing electricity strong enough to light a 40 Watt lightbulb.

This is electricity enough to be measured. To be mapped and predicted.

By us.

Thursday, October 2

It's been 2 days now. Not one email to show you care.

Screw You.

My words are the only expressions I have of life. and Hope.
You will NOT take that away from me.

I spent my hourly break with UltraSalesMan. His vibes have affected me. We have formed a plan of action. We will prepare a FAQ on Paranoid.pande's recruitment test. We'll sell this to new recruits appearing for interviews. The money will be deducted from their first month's salary by the accountants, who we have another deal with.

This money will buy me server space on a non-affiliated hosting company and should be reasonably secure. Entry will be password protected and restricted only to one user -- Me.

If you've come here, then I might as well tell you, i have plans to build up a series of Paranouses with franchises offering customized hardware for the discerning paranoid.

Major motion pictures and a book are also in the making, here are a few possible titles --



Goodbye and good riddance. This will be my absolutely last post so don't bother checking back.

Wednesday, October 1

Dear Friends,

I have been sent a cease and desist letter and have been directed to stop posting further on this blog. I realize some of my words have hurt some of you and might have caused others to be mentally scarred for life. This was not my intent.

I am sorry.

The words posted here are fiction and not real. None of this could be real. It was just a way for me to look busy typing on my keyboard while at work.

I apologize.

Yours sincerely,
cube.35

ps: those who care, can email me at cube.35@inet-direct.com. thank you.