Deejay, the Chitthappa !!

25th June of this year will be written in our family history books as an outstandingly memorable day, for twas on this day, that the Lord chose to "open the windows of heaven and pour us out a blessing, that we could not find room enough to receive it". It is quite special in that it saw the twin events of the emergence of Ajith Junior (my brother's first kid) into this world and the long awaited coronation of this blogwriter as "The Chitthappa" at the same time.

The day however, woefully saw me yet strung to my office till late in the evening, busy as a bee, equipping my Leadership with a few key Regional updates to be made to the soon-to-visit CEO of our company. With the work finally done, I was updating my calender and was about to close shop when the mobile suddenly whirred in my pocket. A lazy drawl-of-a-"hello" from my side was enough to cause my jubiliant Mom, who was already besides herself with joy by then, to bubble forth and spill the news of Junior's timely and safe arrival instantly all over me. The tidings was such sweet music to the ears that I let her generously drench me with it all over again a few more times, and even as we shared the joy, we glorified our good Lord for remembering our earnest pleas and prayers. Since then I couldn't wait to get my arms around him in his swathing bands, but wasn't able to until the evening of yesterday. So, I managed my first date with Junior only on the 27th, but nonetheless relished every minute of my time to the uttermost when I giggled, chuckled, whistled, cooed, hooted and made faces to him, letting loose my immature peurile insticts that had remained bridled in me for quite a while. It would've been sheer fun to carry on with him late into the night, but, he had already done his dinner, was yawning like a walrus and was slowly downing his shutters for the night with his soft whimpers. So, amidst unfinished discussions about his first name I retired last night having promised him Chitthappa's return very soon and thereafter quite often.

A picture speaks a thousand words !!

Though one doesn't need any IQ to figure out what this picture longs to speak, I thought I would supplement it with a few simple comic "time-tested" equations to lend it more power. Lol !!

Jane x (Bright + Beautiful + Talented) = Jane's borderline personality confusion
Jane's clarity = Joe's abstration
(Jane1 + Jane2 + Jane3) x Teens = (Neighborhood + Mall + College) x Destruction
Cantankerous Jane asleep or not-at-home = Home temporarily free of commotion
Average looking Jane + Ogling passer-by Joes = Jane takes off into a fantasy illusion
Gorgeous Jane + Dirty rich joe = Joe's seduction and perdition
Jane, the charming wife + Joe, the bewitched husband = Joe's lifelong condemnation
Joe, the husband - Jane, the wife = Widower Joe = Joe's liberation
Cool teen jane x (Car or Bike + Sunglasses) = Pedestrian destruction
Average Joe riding bike + Beautiful Jane in the pillion = Bike set on rocket propulsion
Jane x (Boy-cut hair + Jeans + Cigarette + Bandanna + Beer) = Misplaced gender identification
Jane speaks of love + Joe believes = Joe's obvious damnation
Jane in one-way love + Ditching Joe = Jane's nuclear reaction
Faithful Joe + Bitching Jane = Jane joins the new-age sexual revolution

and so, in conclusion.........
Creation of Jane = God's continuing vexation
Jane x (Wise + Virtuous + Kind + Humble) = God's elusive pursuit of perfection

Three cheers to a sheer pear of a peer !!

We all so often hear of outsourcing or offshoring of key knowledge-based or physical activities, but it's from this Dibert classic that I suddenly realized that there are also a few unique misplaced boss-material who can also outsource even their brains so wholesomely. Well, I agree that "originality" sometimes amounts to nothing but "undetected plagiarism", but these people seem to be so downright dumb that they lack even the mental acumen for basic plagiarism .. that is, stealing someone's idea, working on it by themselves to give it a touch of ingenuity and passing it out as their own. Come on guys !! Give me a break .. is it not atrocious to have such a perforated system that allows poor quality to infiltrate the upper echelons of leadership !! And, by the way, I posted this blog with a peer of mine in mind who so often chooses to put even his brain up for sale much to the dread of his team.

Is this mad Professional scramble worth it O Christian ?

I haven't been asking this question to myself as often as a veritable Christian should, till this cartoon that I chanced upon spat right on my visage, took me by my collar and argued for my attention.

Life in the corporate world is quite a rat race most often, with professionals jostling, elbowing and outwitting each other to get into the spotlight, access higher remuneration and ascend the ladder to attain positions of power. In Bible speak, to corner earthly glory for oneself that is. Am I one of them. Yes. I humbly admit that I happen to become an avid racer in this racy corporate life oft and on unbeknown to my own self. A part-hypocritical life that has over the years seen a gradual estrangement of my profound Christian values, of the time well spent with God and of the all-consuming zeal for Him.

But, these days my good Lord has been prompting me to hit the pause button quite frequently to make a reality check of sorts in the light of the Word of God and this cartoon to introspect about what this passionate pursuit for profession is all about. Is it truly worth it's weight in gold when the Lord has emphatically promised that all "these earthly glories or things will be added as petty change" even without we petitioning for it ? ... was the lingering question.

Even as I sought the Lord's face in prayer for a course correction, the Lord aptly responded with a definite urging in my spirit to be wary of the "snares of the modern-progressive professions" and develop the strength of charater to keep them put right in their place regardless of what bright prospects they offer. I was also rudely jolted back to my senses to turn my gaze away from an ill-begotten glory that is nothing but, defiled, corruptible and fades away, to an eternal and enduring glory treasured up in Heaven for me.

So, O dear Profession !! Why won't you spare this poor Christian the trouble !!