Brien's First Law
At some time in the life cycle of virtually every organization, its ability to succeed in spite of itself runs out.

Doggie Style
Every Saturday morning, a friend of mine, Mr P and me cycle to the nearby Beasant Nagar beach. And by morning, I mean, really early morning; waking up at the likes of 5:30 am and leaving by 5:45am. We go there by our trusty cycles, covering the short 4-5km journey in about 15-20 minutes, on pot-holed roads that would make the lunar surface child's play. But more than that journey, its the joy of being at the beach, early in the morning, among all the walkers, waiting for the sun to rise. Usually it plays hide and seek among the clouds, and never have I seen it directly rise from the sea.
We then hang about near the water for a bit, straddle along with the walkers, and just enjoy the cool breeze before the hot sun soon starts shining on us. We usually reach there by around 6:05, and leave there by around 7am, depending on the temperature. And while coming back, we take a longer route (6km) long.
Today too, it was much the same, though we saw the sun rise directly from the sea, and we also left early, it became too hot by 6:30!!. But it was the journey back, while cycling in the campus that the real fun started.
We actually have to travel 3km inside the campus to reach the hostel zone. A few minutes after entering the campus, a dog (Yes, read my lips, a DOG) started following us. We were, at that moment, cycling very slowly, and it was just gently running along us; with what intention, I nay not know. But just happily panting along. It seemed to be attracted to both cycles, and was following both of them alternately. This, we did for about a kilometer; still following us.
And we, as usual, were desparate to get rid of it; one reason partly being the fact that there is this crazy dog, chumma following us and we didnt want to end up in hospital with a counting practice upto 16 (the number of possible injections) , and secondly there are lots of other dogs in the campus who wouldn' mind shedding blood (not necessarily their own) to protect their territory when this one follows us into one of theirs.
So I decided to take the initiative; I decided that I would go a bit faster in order to lose the dog. Go faster, I did. I kept increasing speed and after a while, I was surprised to see that the dog was still galloping near my heels. My friend, at that moment, was far behind me, praying to God that the dog stopped following him. I, on the other hand, went off like a rocket, at speeds that the cycling contingent would consider as serious competition. I was pedalling so furiously, reaching speeds of about 35-40 kmph (I think), afraid at all times that I may lose balance. And finally, it stopped, and I did slow down, much to the surprise of some walkers there, who would have probably seen a blur pass by. It retreated, and found another cyclist to follow.
My friend caught up with me, and we both had uncontrollable fits of laughter. I am still unable to get over it.