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OK, so you thought I made a spelling mistake and I am going to preach about the Infinite Compassion of Jesus or the Buddha.
Wrong again!
Conpassion is the precise opposite of Compassion; contrariwise as Tweedledee said.
I met many many persons (of both sexes) who are never happy with what you are or say or do.
Conpassion is a credo with them.
Let me illustrate by a 'composite dialogue' between a personified IC and me:
IC: Where are you working?
Me: IIT Kharapur
IC: No good; IIT Kanpur is the best. What subject?
Me: Physics
IC: Pity, IITs are meant for Engineers. Anyway, Theory or Experiment?
Me: Theory
IC: It is stagnating, unlike Nano-Technology. Who is your guide?
Me: XXX
IC: Two of his scholars committed suicide and the third is in an asylum. What is your pay?
Me: XXX
IC: My daughter is in IT and she draws ten times your pay at half your age. Children?
Me: One son
IC: Sons are useless. They migrate to the US. You ought to have a daughter like mine
Me: My son is in Hyderabad
IC: Shockingly dirty place. He failed in GRE?
Me: He never appeared
IC: Hmm! Afraid of failure? Has any kids?
Me: One daughter
IC: Too much dowry in Hyderabad. He should have a son
Me: I will pass on your suggestion
The trouble about folks here in Hyderabad is that they want to quantify everything. Like Money in the Bank. If you stop by and admire a lovely black rose in their garden, they say it fetches $10 in the current export market.
If I say my son shifted to a new job the only thing they ask is how much is his hike.
If I say we shifted to a new apartment they ask how much is the new rent.
There is a curious news item today that a Senior Police Official tried to hang himself in his Police Station during lunch hour, but the attempt fizzled out: the rope snapped...he was too obese for the rope.
My friend NP used to say that every engineering student of his time had to pass a hated subject called: Strength of Materials.
But, as the Guard in the open-air crematorium at KGP used to say, after lighting his beedi in the engulfing fire,
"Everything has its use"
...Posted by Ishani
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OK, so you thought I made a spelling mistake and I am going to preach about the Infinite Compassion of Jesus or the Buddha.
Wrong again!
Conpassion is the precise opposite of Compassion; contrariwise as Tweedledee said.
I met many many persons (of both sexes) who are never happy with what you are or say or do.
Conpassion is a credo with them.
Let me illustrate by a 'composite dialogue' between a personified IC and me:
IC: Where are you working?
Me: IIT Kharapur
IC: No good; IIT Kanpur is the best. What subject?
Me: Physics
IC: Pity, IITs are meant for Engineers. Anyway, Theory or Experiment?
Me: Theory
IC: It is stagnating, unlike Nano-Technology. Who is your guide?
Me: XXX
IC: Two of his scholars committed suicide and the third is in an asylum. What is your pay?
Me: XXX
IC: My daughter is in IT and she draws ten times your pay at half your age. Children?
Me: One son
IC: Sons are useless. They migrate to the US. You ought to have a daughter like mine
Me: My son is in Hyderabad
IC: Shockingly dirty place. He failed in GRE?
Me: He never appeared
IC: Hmm! Afraid of failure? Has any kids?
Me: One daughter
IC: Too much dowry in Hyderabad. He should have a son
Me: I will pass on your suggestion
The trouble about folks here in Hyderabad is that they want to quantify everything. Like Money in the Bank. If you stop by and admire a lovely black rose in their garden, they say it fetches $10 in the current export market.
If I say my son shifted to a new job the only thing they ask is how much is his hike.
If I say we shifted to a new apartment they ask how much is the new rent.
Weighty Matter
There is a curious news item today that a Senior Police Official tried to hang himself in his Police Station during lunch hour, but the attempt fizzled out: the rope snapped...he was too obese for the rope.
My friend NP used to say that every engineering student of his time had to pass a hated subject called: Strength of Materials.
But, as the Guard in the open-air crematorium at KGP used to say, after lighting his beedi in the engulfing fire,
"Everything has its use"
...Posted by Ishani
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