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Oasis | 6 Feb 2006, 1:51pm
Today I don't have anything in particular to write about....but its been a month I have updated my blog..so bear with mee...come to think of it...do you write your blogs keeping the readers in my mind or whatever you feel like writing ? I for one ...who is always more concerned about what people think about mee...try to write something sensible....today is an exception though.
I was having this conversation with my friend...on phone....about this guy who is making around 100K per month...yes..per month....and my friend was like...if only he was able to make so much money...he will go back to india after working here for 2 years....but the truth is....its all relative...I mean....if this friend of mine was working in india and making a modest salary..then he would have thought...If only he was able to make 80k per year in USA ...then he would work there for two years and come back to India...!!!
I guess the truth is to realise how much is enuff...Content is the word of the day.
I always wondered how could Matt Damon say a dialogue this big in one breathe....
"Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president."
I guess you already know...but if you dont....this one is from Good Will Hunting...my all time fav movie...this was released in 1997 but the funny part is..this dialouge holds good even today.
Current Mood: Preachy
Current Music: nickelback -- next contestant
I was having this conversation with my friend...on phone....about this guy who is making around 100K per month...yes..per month....and my friend was like...if only he was able to make so much money...he will go back to india after working here for 2 years....but the truth is....its all relative...I mean....if this friend of mine was working in india and making a modest salary..then he would have thought...If only he was able to make 80k per year in USA ...then he would work there for two years and come back to India...!!!
I guess the truth is to realise how much is enuff...Content is the word of the day.
I always wondered how could Matt Damon say a dialogue this big in one breathe....
"Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.? That's a tough one, but I'll give it a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. Somebody puts a code on my desk, something nobody else can break. So I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East. Once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hiding and fifteen hundred people I never had a problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot. Just like it wasn't them when their number was called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie takin' shrapnel in the ass. And he comes home to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from. And the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile my buddy from Southie realizes the only reason he was over there was so we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price. And of course the oil companies used the skirmish to scare up oil prices so they could turn a quick buck. A cute little ancillary benefit for them but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. And naturally they're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, and maybe even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis and play slalom with the icebergs, and it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So my buddy's out of work and he can't afford to drive, so he's got to walk to the job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids. And meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what do I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. Why not just shoot my buddy, take his job and give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected president."
I guess you already know...but if you dont....this one is from Good Will Hunting...my all time fav movie...this was released in 1997 but the funny part is..this dialouge holds good even today.
Current Mood: Preachy
Current Music: nickelback -- next contestant