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Mustered Musings

"The years teach much that the days never know." -- Emerson

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Drop to pick up later ...

Dropload is a place for you to drop your files off and have them picked up by someone else at a later time.

Microsoft End User License Agreement !

If you really want to read it .... check it out

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

Man with Moustache

There he goes again
Singing his dance and dancing his song
Smoooth
jokes and rough rhetoric
Building empty rapport
Making connections
Networking
Always selling
Remembering Glen Garry Glen Ross.

He walks and talks,
Toothy smiles, throwing his arms,
Pointing
at the guy who laughed,
"He knows what I'm talkin' about"
"My wife says
the same thing about me"
"My grandmother bought this"
Wait -
grandmothers...
But he's moved on,
Your needs don't matter,
You've
got to be educated
He's the master
The ying and the yang can't cover him
He's beyond all that.
He.
knows.
what.
you.
want.

Sounds like a broken record pitching used cars.

This man, this
man here,
He still can't sell, they still won't buy.
Because they know
what he doesn't -
You can't trust
A man in a moustache.

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Posted by achilles on this site

Friday, May 13, 2005

His Life .. with 20 wives !

Ask anyone, what marriage means to them, and majority of them would respond with "complete and mutual understanding of each other". Those in favour of a love marriage, probably would say that even friendship must be a necessary element for a successful union.

Traditional Indian arranged marriages relied on the ability of parents, relatives or a middle man (or woman) to locate such potential match and work with both parties to finally get the bride and groom side to agree on the marriage and bless them. This system has been successfully working for the centuries.

With the rise in educational level and financial independence of the youth in India, the arranged marriage to some people, who I feel are still a minority, sounds more like deranged marriage. To them, if the boy and the girl can meet each other on their own and develop the bond by themselves, that union makes lot more sense than one arranged by some other person. So even in the land of its origin the arranged marriage is slowly being replaced by "involved marriage" or "don't worry I will find my own marriage".

Despite the fact that the youth in India has a large number of people to choose from, Indian society does not promote polygamy in any way.

So, it was this article that really left me amused about the state of marriage affairs in Nigeria !

I have more than ten. In fact, when I publicly declared 10 wives and 40 children, my wives protested that they were more than that. In actual fact, they should number up to 20 and my children should be about 50. In fact, they are so many that I have lost count of them. It may shock people that I don’t even know most of my children anymore. Most of them were taken away by their mothers when they were babies. Even during my anniversary, some were fighting one another and we had to reconcile them. For instance, one came all the way from the North. I couldn’t recognise him but when he described his mother, I was able to know that he is my son.
Is it really a case of 20 times married ... 20 times happier !!!

Monday, May 09, 2005

Lost ... Lost ... Lost

Lost my moustache this morning !
First time in my life, am without moustache on my face ...