Failure and fiasco

I have been spending a lot of time orkutting lately. Partly because I don't have much else to do (with my supervisor out of town), partly because there are actually much better things that can be done but I wont think about them, and partly because I am still in a holiday mode.

What I do is simple. I open my gmail and orkut accounts in two different tabs, and keep refreshing them every few seconds, in turn. Google sure knows how to play the game with morons, and keeps adding features that would serve them right. So now it also shows new updates, which increases a typical moron's appetite to learn about exciting stuff happening on the planet, like ABC updated his first name, XYZ updated five things I cant live without, and lately, Ms. Cat is now friends with Mr. Rat and Mr. Dog, and so on so forth.

And before I know, hours have passed. No weapons used, but the time has been killed, ruthlessly. Slow, painful death. A murder so clean, that nobody noticed. And the murderer roams free, only to do it again and again, at his own sweet will.

Somebody once said :
There's a difference between a failure...and a fiasco.
A failure is simply the non-presence of success.
Any fool can accomplish failure.
But a fiasco....
A fiasco is a disaster
of mythic proportions.
A fiasco is a folktale told to others..
that makes other people feel more alive...
because it didn't happen to them. (courtsey: Elizabethtown)

Let me alter the definition a wee bit today.

If you are doing watever you are doing with your time,
You might be a failure.
But if you are doing watever I am doing with mine these days,
You are a fiasco.

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