Twozeroonezero

The year that was.. Started off in the backwaters of Kerala, wrapping it up in the windy city of Chicago!!! Whattay Yr !!
2010 had it's ups n downs but more good than bad..


~ The Low ~

A beautiful reln which was dismantled 3 months into the year that ran for as many number of years. Sad and regretful on many counts i may be but still would stand by that we did, twas the right thing. It was the right step. I would take the good things from that reln. Treasure them. March 10. This was the lowest point in 2010.


~ The High ~

Kick boxing got kickd in the butt, career took over, or sorts. Met some ppl der. New ppl. Funny Ppl. Interesting ppl. Met wid an Interesting person with a sick, lying, backstabbing habit too. That's a first for me, All that rolled into one! Well atleast something extremely wonderful came off that person. Got to know a spl someone, as much as i can rant abt the former bein a Bitch, i'm thankful for meeting and knowing the latter which wud not have happened without me meeting the former. The ups n downs and outright complications with this spl someone was well nothing short of amazing :) .. And the 4th of Oct.. Well was the highest point of 2010.


~ Everything in between ~

FRIENDS:
Well this department rocked big-mofokin-time. My roomies, Ah my roomies, they got to have a mention first. What times what days, from shivnilaya with Mava.. adding pattan and moving into PINK HOUSE, the dingy ol Pink House with it's water probs (SPL thanks to battery and his roomies :D).. Suri moving in with us for some days and his CSK love story :D :D ... him getting thru on NMIMS.. The RCB vs MI match... Finlandia .. My bike stolen (and recently found SPL thanks to Bangalore police).. And the last but definitely least (Not a typo) ASHOK BHAKSHI moving in with us and We picking our most prestigious abode till date the plush #649.. Looks like my love for koramangala would never die.. Ashok's bday in 649 was a super day.. Divya's gift THE BUBBLE GUN is still the most valuable possesion in the house.. Chikku's entry and LNU guest appearances all made a gr8 year.. Rout makeup was an yr end bonus so an old frnd turned to not-a-friend turned back to friend... whattay waste on 2 good yrs that cud have been.. we made up in what can be termed as the most feeble, eager on both sides make up and have rocked big time for whatever time v cud find in blore.. Awesome hangouts .. :)

Mridu (Above all ur my dude and i'm ur Soul Sis No.2 , nothing can change that :P )
Suri (Bombay and pineapple Awesome experience brother )
Appu (U have been a sweetheart all thru, some super good times in bombay)
Pooja (Thanks for being der)
BOB (some good sessions v had many more to go! And the "usb HDD" incident for DEXTER : - “CLASSIC” )
Pravita (Good days, GMAT and otherwise :) )
Kurup ( Awesome times dude.. Pineapple year for u this one :) )
Mani (A patient lady, Gracious yet patient, and for putting up with the FB fiasco :P )
Shiva (As always our intellect talks of virtual nothings are a treat, as they have been since college)
Su ( Smile )
Arun ( The missing link for most part of the yr! Work hard and remember Liverpool sucks :P )

WORK n STUDY n MOVIES:
On work front, well this can be counted as the most fruitful in terms of progress. Some crazy days, crappy days and Super good days. C Company is still doin good for me… A maiden TRY to get back to books was screwed by the RESCHEDULE(s).. My obsession with Movies and Series are as healthy as they were last year. Watching PHOONK 2 on the big screen was the most enjoyable experience company wise :) ..

All said and done now waiting for 2011 ... eager to see what this one's got in store!

Duh Wednesday

T : Jus lookin out my window facin the street and i think “Something’s amiss..... FKKKK .... my bike” !!!

T+2: After seein the keys on the floor with my helmet i broke the news to myself that my bike was indeed stolen.. not taken by some friend, not parked someplace BUT STOLEN.. Duh.. Sigh.. Duh...

T+3: “Maav gaadi hat’th pa”... Sada shakes off his sleep, walks out the door to the street confirmin i’m not playin a prank or that i wasn’t jus plain hallucinatin.. scans his surroundings.. looks @ me and says to me wha i did to him jus moments ago ... :-?

T+7: “Pattya gaadi hat’th le.. splendor”..... Abhi wakes up.. rubs out the sleep from his eyes and while he’s doin so says in a flat tone “FIR barson ba” .. just like that.. no questions , no wen, wer, what, how.. No shock, awe, sympathy but one flat tone saying the most obvious nxt step which me n sada din figure till den... and our man was ready in a jiffy with his jacket on and keys in hand!!!

T+15: *Police stn* read the board.... we walk in and see a stray dog guardin the law and justice from it’s citizens ... Heart warming sight..

T+16: We enter and fill em in as to wha hapnd.. he points to a register, instructs me to fill in all de details.. which i do dutifully borrowin a pen from him.. Now i dunno wha dream abhi was in middle of wen i woke him up sometime ago but he, for some reason was in the mood, like all set and active.. he starts interrogatin the cops.. and they welcomed his questions which ranged from “what do u do with the seized vehicles?” , “How many thefts take place on an avg” to “How do they steal cars??” ...

T+60: Return to base.. to go back in the morning..

T+600 : We enter the same police stn which is now jostling with ppl and cops.. very unlike the prev night.. Some poor souls were made to sit on floor for questioning i assume.. a couple of lanky souls were in the lockup staring at the cops... we are duly directed to the SI der who again enquired abt the incident which led us der, he listened and asked me to give it writing.. I did.. den we wait.. and while we do so Mr. Abhi starts interrogating the SI now, so that he doesn’t feel left out on the fun.. “What did those guy do?” he asked pointing to the men sittin on floor, “Steal” was the reply and the SI walks out to take care of some business.. “Why are they made to sit on the floor?, isn’t is incorrect?” pattan asks me.. “WTF do u care, they’l do whatever they got to dude, wher else do they meke em sit? ” i say... “If it wer a rich guy he’d have been sittin on the chair drinkin tea..” he replied, der was no anger or sympathy in his voice, jus plain facts.. infact there was a hint of amusement in his tone.. I smiled, shook my head..

Both of us were called out with the letter to further complete the process.. I get up and lead with him following me.. I’m asked some more questions and abhi reaches der a min later.. “That guy in the lockup offered me 10 bucks, in exchange for one call from my cell !!, i din give it though” said abhi beaming with happiness like a kid spotting mickey mouse in Disneyland... “For real ?“ i asked... he mimed the convict’s expression jus in case i din blv.. and i did blv him after that, he cudn’t have made it up... not rite den.. ha ha..

T+720 : I get my FIR after coupla trips to the XEROX shop and some stories abt recession , call centre job ,how the world is unjust and overflowing with engineers yr after yr...

T+1500 : Smile on my face writin abt the events that unfolded in a day.. Suprisingly smiling ... hurts a lil.. but smiling I am.. as to all things that are beyond my control.. So long KA-25-S-2526... hope u come to daddy.. else RIP...

*T = 11:40 pm 30 June 2010

Untitled ...

There are moments which u desire: to hold and make it your own,
To bring out from u a fire, to stand against em those who shake their heads and fingers fore at u,
Times like these u console urself and advise wha u wudn't to ur best confidant but only to ur self true,
Then u see the moment pass-by and think wha was worth and what not,
You convince urself it was: with all conviction, to ur own tru self , with ur own hollow convictions,
But you realize it ever so often that 'twas like a scent of a woman u'd want to know : to study : to hold,
But the moment u turn to look at the one who wears it , u realize it's there jus to make you do that.

Blast from the PAST

"Sanjay: What if they don't have the money to give us.

Shady: They have to bey, we have it in written paper.

Sanjay: What if they don't have the money man.

Shady: They have to...they have to.

Varun: What if they tell you, listen we don't have the money and we'll give it to you after 15 days.

Shady: Then ok.

Sanjay: What if they say they'll give it after two months.

Shady: They can't bey...they have to give it.

Nandu: Then we'll keep the systems instead of the money.

Sharath: Hahn, we'll take two systems; When you give the 42, we'll return your systems...hehe...All happy at the stupid solution back to lunch....

Shady: Abey server room mein kuch nahi hai pata, khali hai...they have those marriage wala lights inside..."

and the bull continues... dayafterdayafterdayafterday

Smiley

Aaaarrrgghh.. Here she comes.. And here comes her dreaded smile.. Tchinnngggg !!!! I Smile back @ her.. I hate this compulsive smiling be it workplace, or back @ school, college... I just plain hate the the people i label as SMILEY's.

Smiley:
By definition is a male / female who you happen to know by whatever means, with whom u don have an iota of interest to talk to nor is there any advances from him /her to do the same. But still just to keep that "I Know You" feel intact everytime u happen to see them they flash a charming smile. Well they atleast try to.

The Flaw:

• Both for sure know that even if they meet 100yrs down the line only thing they wud end up doin is smile. No "Oh where were u all these yrs", or "How are you" not even a "Hi". Just a divine smile.
• I tried NOT smiling in a phase by phase manner, a gradual decrease, but i doubt they ever mind or are even noticing. I have gone up to the extent of looking the other way wen i see them coming. But the next time i happen to see them, THERE, the smile is there standing tall against all odds. Phew!

The Levels:

• Level 1: It's charming. There's hope fro whateve there is ur thinkkin abt.
• Level 2: all your advances to are met with bigger smiles and quicker feet. He/ She acts like some Ghost in a bolly movie, who just smiles/ Laughs and runs around a PURANI HAVELI just out of ur grabbing distance. So close yet so far.
• Level 3: Now u start wondering if they are smiling For U, Wtih U, or At U.
• Level 4: The smile is creepy now. u just are tired of smiling back.
• Lavel 5: All ur attempts to stop smiling back are futile. If gandhi and his followers had tried smiling @ brits everytime they saw them, i sure think they wud have departed earlier. Chumma satyagraha/ March n all. It's Non-Voilence torture at it's best.
• Level 6: Now it's just like GROUNDHOG DAY. HE/ SHE smiles, i mirror the same mechanically, and make a mental note "i'v gotta put an end to it".