Quit playing games…..

I love sports. I love sportsmanship.

I hate games. I hate indoor games – the ones that are played inside cubicles and across cubicles and inside cabins and outside and all over the place… I hate all of those.. Each one of them…
But it is interesting; interesting to see the games; to observe; to understand; to laugh; to be hassled; to learn something new each time. It is fun to be dragged into it. It’s even better when they think that you don’t understand it. Its better that way - You know it, but they don’t know that you know; and you know that they don’t know that you know!!! Brilliant!

But then again – I hate games. I hate everyone who plays games. Each one of them. I have no respect for such people. If you don’t have the balls to be straightforward, sorry!!

I hate myself when I am a part of it – willingly or dragged - even when I am having fun. That’s not what I am. That’s not what I want to be. That’s not what I will let myself be. I prefer being in my FIC zone. I am better that way – coz that's what I am.