And then there were none....
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Abhinav S wrote:
Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon.
I'm sad for your loss... hopefully you will find some new players shortly... That said, I am grateful for your post, which allowed me to discover what looks to be a great game!!
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Thank you for your comments. I do feel a little better instantly.
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Every day, after lunch in office for half an hour, we would meet in a room (called the sports room) and play a sport called Carrom[^]. There were 9 of us. Each carrom board allowed 4 people to play at a time and so one player (generally the last one arriving into the room) would always be the floater - waiting for a chance to play. Each day we would witness noise, cries of anguish, victory and defeat. This was my sanctuary! Then things changed. Attrition and promotions took these people away one by one. They became managers. Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one). Man after man fell. Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon. I don't know why I post this here on the Lounge today - perhaps this is just to remember the good times we had, perhaps it is just to feel better. In memory of some of those great days! :rose:
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I like your positive attitude. The fact that you are sad because there is not enough people to play the game and not because you are the only one of nine people, who didn't get promoted. ;P But I hope you'll find some new players soon.
Babant wrote:
who didn't get promoted
I chose to stick to development. My mistake.
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Every day, after lunch in office for half an hour, we would meet in a room (called the sports room) and play a sport called Carrom[^]. There were 9 of us. Each carrom board allowed 4 people to play at a time and so one player (generally the last one arriving into the room) would always be the floater - waiting for a chance to play. Each day we would witness noise, cries of anguish, victory and defeat. This was my sanctuary! Then things changed. Attrition and promotions took these people away one by one. They became managers. Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one). Man after man fell. Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon. I don't know why I post this here on the Lounge today - perhaps this is just to remember the good times we had, perhaps it is just to feel better. In memory of some of those great days! :rose:
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There is bright sunlight after a dark night. Players do come and join you..:thumbsup: Win and Njoy
Rating always..... WELCOME Be a good listener...Because Opprtunity Knock softly...
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There is bright sunlight after a dark night. Players do come and join you..:thumbsup: Win and Njoy
Rating always..... WELCOME Be a good listener...Because Opprtunity Knock softly...
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Every day, after lunch in office for half an hour, we would meet in a room (called the sports room) and play a sport called Carrom[^]. There were 9 of us. Each carrom board allowed 4 people to play at a time and so one player (generally the last one arriving into the room) would always be the floater - waiting for a chance to play. Each day we would witness noise, cries of anguish, victory and defeat. This was my sanctuary! Then things changed. Attrition and promotions took these people away one by one. They became managers. Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one). Man after man fell. Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon. I don't know why I post this here on the Lounge today - perhaps this is just to remember the good times we had, perhaps it is just to feel better. In memory of some of those great days! :rose:
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Well, I may join you for a virtual Carrom match. And remember manager's destiny: "just another sad old man, all alone and diying of cancer". :)
If the Lord God Almighty had consulted me before embarking upon the Creation, I would have recommended something simpler. -- Alfonso the Wise, 13th Century King of Castile.
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Babant wrote:
who didn't get promoted
I chose to stick to development. My mistake.
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Abhinav S wrote:
My mistake.
Oh really! - you mean you actually want to be a manager, then you have my sympathy. Otherwise go dig up some young wippersnappers and introduce them to the game! I first saw this in Kerrala, most enjoyable especially when consuming that vile drink they sell to the locals by the canals!
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH
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Well, I may join you for a virtual Carrom match. And remember manager's destiny: "just another sad old man, all alone and diying of cancer". :)
If the Lord God Almighty had consulted me before embarking upon the Creation, I would have recommended something simpler. -- Alfonso the Wise, 13th Century King of Castile.
This is going on my arrogant assumptions. You may have a superb reason why I'm completely wrong. -- Iain Clarke
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Abhinav S wrote:
My mistake.
Oh really! - you mean you actually want to be a manager, then you have my sympathy. Otherwise go dig up some young wippersnappers and introduce them to the game! I first saw this in Kerrala, most enjoyable especially when consuming that vile drink they sell to the locals by the canals!
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity RAH
Mycroft Holmes wrote:
that vile drink they sell to the locals
I've heard about that drink. It really is supposed to be vile....and good. :)
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Every day, after lunch in office for half an hour, we would meet in a room (called the sports room) and play a sport called Carrom[^]. There were 9 of us. Each carrom board allowed 4 people to play at a time and so one player (generally the last one arriving into the room) would always be the floater - waiting for a chance to play. Each day we would witness noise, cries of anguish, victory and defeat. This was my sanctuary! Then things changed. Attrition and promotions took these people away one by one. They became managers. Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one). Man after man fell. Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon. I don't know why I post this here on the Lounge today - perhaps this is just to remember the good times we had, perhaps it is just to feel better. In memory of some of those great days! :rose:
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Every day, after lunch in office for half an hour, we would meet in a room (called the sports room) and play a sport called Carrom[^]. There were 9 of us. Each carrom board allowed 4 people to play at a time and so one player (generally the last one arriving into the room) would always be the floater - waiting for a chance to play. Each day we would witness noise, cries of anguish, victory and defeat. This was my sanctuary! Then things changed. Attrition and promotions took these people away one by one. They became managers. Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one). Man after man fell. Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon. I don't know why I post this here on the Lounge today - perhaps this is just to remember the good times we had, perhaps it is just to feel better. In memory of some of those great days! :rose:
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modified on Tuesday, August 10, 2010 10:04 AM
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Every day, after lunch in office for half an hour, we would meet in a room (called the sports room) and play a sport called Carrom[^]. There were 9 of us. Each carrom board allowed 4 people to play at a time and so one player (generally the last one arriving into the room) would always be the floater - waiting for a chance to play. Each day we would witness noise, cries of anguish, victory and defeat. This was my sanctuary! Then things changed. Attrition and promotions took these people away one by one. They became managers. Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one). Man after man fell. Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon. I don't know why I post this here on the Lounge today - perhaps this is just to remember the good times we had, perhaps it is just to feel better. In memory of some of those great days! :rose:
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May be it's time for you to move out too? I reckon you were with that company for the past 13 years or something like that? :)
There are some really weird people on this planet - MIM.
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I really love the look on my manager's face when I wear this t-shirt[^]. :-\
There are some really weird people on this planet - MIM.
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pompeyboy3 wrote:
solitaire
Man this was wicked. :)
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May be it's time for you to move out too? I reckon you were with that company for the past 13 years or something like that? :)
There are some really weird people on this planet - MIM.
Rajesh R Subramanian wrote:
company for the past 13 years or something like that
:laugh:
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Every day, after lunch in office for half an hour, we would meet in a room (called the sports room) and play a sport called Carrom[^]. There were 9 of us. Each carrom board allowed 4 people to play at a time and so one player (generally the last one arriving into the room) would always be the floater - waiting for a chance to play. Each day we would witness noise, cries of anguish, victory and defeat. This was my sanctuary! Then things changed. Attrition and promotions took these people away one by one. They became managers. Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one). Man after man fell. Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon. I don't know why I post this here on the Lounge today - perhaps this is just to remember the good times we had, perhaps it is just to feel better. In memory of some of those great days! :rose:
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Abhinav S wrote:
Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one)
Establishing "professional distance" to your once-peers is usually advised when being promoted. It is really hard to be both a manager and a friend. It's taxing on both sides, but it's the managers job to avoid this being an issue: he must be able to whiplash and chain penalize you and enforce orders even against your wishes and your will. Playing a competetive game with you 5 minutes before or later just doesn't work. Similar things happen when prolific community members become "promoted" to moderators. if they continue to act like they did before - showing their preferences and dislikes among the regulars - they become very bad mods. A mod needs the same "professional distance", must be impartial enough to be seen as such. :rose: :beer: Here's to the good old days!
Agh! Reality! My Archnemesis![^]
| FoldWithUs! | sighist | WhoIncludes - Analyzing C++ include file hierarchymodified on Tuesday, August 10, 2010 7:10 AM
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No worries. How about: http://www.y8.com/games/Carrom_King[^] ?
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This does not work on my computer. :doh:
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Every day, after lunch in office for half an hour, we would meet in a room (called the sports room) and play a sport called Carrom[^]. There were 9 of us. Each carrom board allowed 4 people to play at a time and so one player (generally the last one arriving into the room) would always be the floater - waiting for a chance to play. Each day we would witness noise, cries of anguish, victory and defeat. This was my sanctuary! Then things changed. Attrition and promotions took these people away one by one. They became managers. Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one). Man after man fell. Three of us are left now - not even enough for a single board of carrom. The other two will be moving out soon. I don't know why I post this here on the Lounge today - perhaps this is just to remember the good times we had, perhaps it is just to feel better. In memory of some of those great days! :rose:
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Abhinav S wrote:
Managers shied away from coming into this room (I really could never understand why - maybe because I'm not one)
Establishing "professional distance" to your once-peers is usually advised when being promoted. It is really hard to be both a manager and a friend. It's taxing on both sides, but it's the managers job to avoid this being an issue: he must be able to whiplash and chain penalize you and enforce orders even against your wishes and your will. Playing a competetive game with you 5 minutes before or later just doesn't work. Similar things happen when prolific community members become "promoted" to moderators. if they continue to act like they did before - showing their preferences and dislikes among the regulars - they become very bad mods. A mod needs the same "professional distance", must be impartial enough to be seen as such. :rose: :beer: Here's to the good old days!
Agh! Reality! My Archnemesis![^]
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peterchen wrote:
It is really hard to be both a manager and a friend
I guess that is what it finally boils down to.
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