I will not say that this may be a breakthrough of some kind. But it certainly is a step in right direction. For once keep ur sarcasm and finger pointing antiques at home and support a initiative. I hope things change for good.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
Mumbai
When the feelings of sympathy, apathy, disgust, horror run thru every Indian and foreigner alike in this hour of terror. When OUR Mumbai is under attack!! it's included in our prayers, our wishes and our tears. Hoping this ordeal ends soon. Hoping we catch hold of these terrorist, bring them to their knees, bring peace to the families of the brave ones who are there fighting them off. Bring Justice to the ones who became martyrs for this act of terror.
36 Hours* as of now, I am still listening to the reporters, who are doing what they are supposed to do, seeing Policemen, NSG, Army personnel doing whatever they can to end this, Common man – The Great Indian Common man – as always going out of his way to help – Consoling grieving relatives outside the Police cordoned area, Serving tea, serving eatables, some of them went in to help the needy, the injured, the hotel staff (20 till now) laid their lives protecting the GUESTS, NO these ppl were in no way related to any one there, still they were /ARE doing this.
When I hear all this I can't help wondering, "BTW boss!! Where the hell are the so called "Protectors of Marathi Manoos" when they are needed the most???" when their ppl are being slaughtered in CST, in Nariman, in Taj and Oberoi. Where are they??? Where are their swords, which they told they had drawn out only, and only to protect their ppl from being subject to INJUSTICE. Well Mr. is is ur time, come out in hoards, u need not fight, just come out in numbers, to show strength, to help the one in need, to assist the weak, to send jitters down the terrorists' spine (if they have one i.e.,). But alas! It requires character and guts to do the above. All I ask is, if a common man can do this stuff why not u?? Anyways forget, U can't boss, ur better off beatin an INDIAN than a TERRORIST. Cos the latter has the potential to Retaliate, Strike and Execute, the extent to which the patient and helpless former wouldn't go to.
One request, Next time u decide the beat the pulp out of a helpless NORTH INDIAN ( a hoard of men beatin the shit out of couple of men, is no Brave thing Mr.) just think of the place u were holed up in when these terrorists invaded YOUR city, and were HURTING YOUR people.
Huh, fuggin hypocrite!!
Monday, November 24, 2008
A Chance Encounter
I forced myself to office on a Monday morning, only to find it largely deserted and incidently after checkin my mail, searching for some work assigned to me in it, it jus happened to be one of those days which had nothing to offer me in terms of work… Not even UNIT TESTING and/or ANALYSING (not that i enjoy it,, still..)
Frustrated and wondering aloud as to why, why of all places I’m here, this day, this moment serving no purpose at all… they say whatever u do here, each n every action of ur's, all contribute to a larger constituency, a bigger picture is always der to which each and every action of ur's matter. i din see any of that happening this day this moment no matter wha i did…
With no job in hand like any other bored ENGINEER I faithfully logged on to some comic sites, orkut and Blog site.. I used up all my time browsing thru the recent update notices of people who did a range of changes from uploading their new pics in orkut to changing their last names to “Wazzup….!!!” Or “Coooollll” etc..
While I was doin all this outta sheer boredom in my close to empty office on a MONDAY MORNING, fate was looming dangerously close and large over my head… LITERALLY!!! Suddenly a strange feeling struck me, the kind when u know someone’s staring at u from somewhere, It was kinda spooky… I dismissed that feeling blaming it partly on the infamous Monday Blues and partly on myself for bein Paranoid. I continued browsing thru more Orkut albums, but this uncomfortable sense of being observed / being stared started growing inside me.. With suspiction growin out of bounds I finally gave in to it &, with gr8 effort, turned my head to once and for all make sure that I’m not being spied on by a ghost in my empty office, but fate revealed it’s plans for me, the reason why I was der that MONDAY, at that moment, doing what I was doin. Standing behind with a slightly crooked angle with a elegant hunch, staring at my monitor looking at my fnd’s album pic, stood a lean frame which belonged to a guy from our Management, he was not jus any random guy, he was THE MAN, the man with powers, the kind who called THE shots, who run the company. Of all people!!! Huff.. FATE,,, God Dammit!!
Though Orkut was not yet officially blocked in our company, it’s definitely not what we are supposed to be doing at work hours, but work I din have and orkut was what I did, and caught i was, situation Uncomfortable, the kind ur not prepared for… He din flinch a bit, when i turned back and was lookin at him, he continued scanning my monitor, perhaps he din notice, or rather din care. In a moment he shifted his gaze from my monitor right to my eyeballs, with a swift precision that comes only and only with experience. The stare was hypnotic, from which if i din break out soon, wud suck me in, not sure what an ideal reaction wud be between a fake shame or a bold greeting, in split second decision (a rather lame one, I’d say) I greeted him with a bold and confident Chin up “HI”, the kinda Chin up action with which u'd mouth “WASSSUP” to ur peers. He held his gaze, hold, hold, 1., 2., 3., 3.5 seconds. Den he broke his stare with which he held me captive, he turned (which reminded me of "Daineeeyyy Muddd"), moved back to his cabin, without a word, without a response or reaction. I wondered what would follow for the rest of the day. Nothing happened, atleast nothing happened that day. Well the next day i just happened observe ORKUT was blocked, so was Blogspot….
Hmmmm ,, wonder why…
Frustrated and wondering aloud as to why, why of all places I’m here, this day, this moment serving no purpose at all… they say whatever u do here, each n every action of ur's, all contribute to a larger constituency, a bigger picture is always der to which each and every action of ur's matter. i din see any of that happening this day this moment no matter wha i did…
With no job in hand like any other bored ENGINEER I faithfully logged on to some comic sites, orkut and Blog site.. I used up all my time browsing thru the recent update notices of people who did a range of changes from uploading their new pics in orkut to changing their last names to “Wazzup….!!!” Or “Coooollll” etc..
While I was doin all this outta sheer boredom in my close to empty office on a MONDAY MORNING, fate was looming dangerously close and large over my head… LITERALLY!!! Suddenly a strange feeling struck me, the kind when u know someone’s staring at u from somewhere, It was kinda spooky… I dismissed that feeling blaming it partly on the infamous Monday Blues and partly on myself for bein Paranoid. I continued browsing thru more Orkut albums, but this uncomfortable sense of being observed / being stared started growing inside me.. With suspiction growin out of bounds I finally gave in to it &, with gr8 effort, turned my head to once and for all make sure that I’m not being spied on by a ghost in my empty office, but fate revealed it’s plans for me, the reason why I was der that MONDAY, at that moment, doing what I was doin. Standing behind with a slightly crooked angle with a elegant hunch, staring at my monitor looking at my fnd’s album pic, stood a lean frame which belonged to a guy from our Management, he was not jus any random guy, he was THE MAN, the man with powers, the kind who called THE shots, who run the company. Of all people!!! Huff.. FATE,,, God Dammit!!
Though Orkut was not yet officially blocked in our company, it’s definitely not what we are supposed to be doing at work hours, but work I din have and orkut was what I did, and caught i was, situation Uncomfortable, the kind ur not prepared for… He din flinch a bit, when i turned back and was lookin at him, he continued scanning my monitor, perhaps he din notice, or rather din care. In a moment he shifted his gaze from my monitor right to my eyeballs, with a swift precision that comes only and only with experience. The stare was hypnotic, from which if i din break out soon, wud suck me in, not sure what an ideal reaction wud be between a fake shame or a bold greeting, in split second decision (a rather lame one, I’d say) I greeted him with a bold and confident Chin up “HI”, the kinda Chin up action with which u'd mouth “WASSSUP” to ur peers. He held his gaze, hold, hold, 1., 2., 3., 3.5 seconds. Den he broke his stare with which he held me captive, he turned (which reminded me of "Daineeeyyy Muddd"), moved back to his cabin, without a word, without a response or reaction. I wondered what would follow for the rest of the day. Nothing happened, atleast nothing happened that day. Well the next day i just happened observe ORKUT was blocked, so was Blogspot….
Hmmmm ,, wonder why…
Monday, November 10, 2008
Dada : The Prince - The Leader- The Warrior
Dada has been more of an enigma rather than just a plain old legend. There have been players who scored more runs than he did, more followed than he was, but none who was more criticized than he was, more neglected than he was or more determined than he was.
There are only 3 things i'l remember him for
1. The way he started his career
2. The way he rebuilt and strengthened INDIAN TEAM from rubbles as a Captain.
3. The way he fought back into the team, from which he was excluded for wrong reasons.
Just when the world was busy talking how sad his exit is going to be etched in our minds, which wud have remembered him as a Southpaw who started with a century @ lord's and ended with a first ball Duck; our man was given charge of the situation, to captain the team for the last time; exactly 8 yrs after the day he made his debut as the captain of India. A fitting send-off i'd say. If u think real hard u'd realize that he's not considered as a LEGEND for the runs he scored or for his fitness finesse he showed on field, But for the leadership skill in him that failed the master of the bat among other players with whom he is often compared with the amount of runs they have accumulated over years of their illustrious career.
Quoting my fnd who rightly said "when it comes to Ganguly people have only 2 opinions; either they are a Staunch die - hard fan of his, or they simply can't stand him" well I’d surely count me to be the first kind and cannot bear to think any other way abt him.
Dada u’ll truly be missed.
Regards,
Your “Die Hard” Fan
1. The way he started his career
2. The way he rebuilt and strengthened INDIAN TEAM from rubbles as a Captain.
3. The way he fought back into the team, from which he was excluded for wrong reasons.
Just when the world was busy talking how sad his exit is going to be etched in our minds, which wud have remembered him as a Southpaw who started with a century @ lord's and ended with a first ball Duck; our man was given charge of the situation, to captain the team for the last time; exactly 8 yrs after the day he made his debut as the captain of India. A fitting send-off i'd say. If u think real hard u'd realize that he's not considered as a LEGEND for the runs he scored or for his fitness finesse he showed on field, But for the leadership skill in him that failed the master of the bat among other players with whom he is often compared with the amount of runs they have accumulated over years of their illustrious career.
Quoting my fnd who rightly said "when it comes to Ganguly people have only 2 opinions; either they are a Staunch die - hard fan of his, or they simply can't stand him" well I’d surely count me to be the first kind and cannot bear to think any other way abt him.Dada u’ll truly be missed.
Regards,
Your “Die Hard” Fan
Monday, November 3, 2008
iN Ma heAd
Warning: This is to warn u that there’s a high possibility that you might find this post purely boring and lame, as it has no particular unifying theme, humor or important message in it, well it depends on whose readin, still don’t tell I din warn you. It’s jus a collection of voices inside my head. So goin forward if u feel readin this was an absurd and a complete waste of time, then u and only u’ll be responsible for it .
Hmmmm….
Aaaa…. Hmmmm
Wha’s worse ??
Bad thoughts running in my mind? Or no thoughts et all?? Cos last time I heard “empty mind is devil’s workshop”. So if there are no thoughts runnin in my mind den, eventually it’l lead to bad thoughts, so is it better for me to initiate these so called bad thoughts or should i jus clear my head and wait for the devil to do it????
Wen you think ur better than somebody at something - is it really true? or is it just that the other person is way below average??? Wha’s the whole fuss of “Men who can make women laugh”?? Hmmmph…
How long can one convince himself that “Money is not everything”. If not money den what is??? Relations? friends? Job satisfaction? Learning ? Etcetera., etcetera ? what’s more important??? May be u’l reason with one of the above or more so something of ur own that’ll overshadow the importance of money, but at one point or the other u surely will wish that, that one thing along with lots of money would be jus perfect…
For those who understood the para above- Good Work!!
For those to whom it din make any sense?? Well I din intend to :)
Is being an author comparatively a much easier task than bein a movie director? Coz the author has to just write out along with the story i.e., the details like the way characters look, the way they express themselves, the kind of place they are in and stuff, majority of it depends on the way they are improvised as per the extent of the reader’s imagination, but a director has to take care that his movie surpasses or is at least on par with the viewer’s imagination. The best directors in business are called so because they explore an angle, a point of view that never occurred to most of us. Shantaram is bein made in to a movie I heard… hmmm, I’m happy,, or disappointed??? Well I think books like these are better bein jus books, the usp of the book lies in the details which I’m pretty sure 3hrs are not enough to showcase. Tele-serial sounds like a better option provided ekta kapoor keeps her hands off it, well for obvious reasons.
Is our run to achieve things, the ability to push ourseleves to the limit, towards success, higher, better ever gonna be fulfilled or is it just a race without finish line?? Questions questions… hmmmm How does “an eye for an eye” become an infinite loop to make the “whole world blind”? logically speaking it’s jus 1:1 ratio, it ends der right?
Coming back to shantaram, guys please do read it, nope this book won’t improve ur vocabulary, instead it’s got more chances of doin the opposite and also rip apart the ENGLISH GRAMMER taught to u in school, but there’s so much to learn from this work of fiction (as the writer claims it to be), u’l surely fall in love with “Prabu” , u’ll be impressed with Karla’s words of wisdom, and of course Shantaram aka Lin Baba’s experience is just amazin to say the least.
What makes a person avoid conflict? The pain involved in the fight or the range of prolonged after effects??
Second Last Question: Which is better
- Democratic country like INDIA and USA whose greedy leaders grab anything from land, mines, petrol bunks to IT parks in their SERVING time and burden the tax payers to pay up from their own pockets for their loose decisions’.
OR
- A so said anti-democratic Russia where leader like Putin advertised “If u wanna do business, Do business and stay away from politics, If u want power, enter politics and be happy with what the government pays you”. Anyone who dared to break this rule of his, was made to leave the country or end up in jail. And look at the progress his Russia has made.
Final Question: Do we get a high from “Truth Serum”?? Anyone answer that????
Hmmmm….
Aaaa…. Hmmmm
Wha’s worse ??
Bad thoughts running in my mind? Or no thoughts et all?? Cos last time I heard “empty mind is devil’s workshop”. So if there are no thoughts runnin in my mind den, eventually it’l lead to bad thoughts, so is it better for me to initiate these so called bad thoughts or should i jus clear my head and wait for the devil to do it????
Wen you think ur better than somebody at something - is it really true? or is it just that the other person is way below average??? Wha’s the whole fuss of “Men who can make women laugh”?? Hmmmph…
How long can one convince himself that “Money is not everything”. If not money den what is??? Relations? friends? Job satisfaction? Learning ? Etcetera., etcetera ? what’s more important??? May be u’l reason with one of the above or more so something of ur own that’ll overshadow the importance of money, but at one point or the other u surely will wish that, that one thing along with lots of money would be jus perfect…
For those who understood the para above- Good Work!!
For those to whom it din make any sense?? Well I din intend to :)
Is being an author comparatively a much easier task than bein a movie director? Coz the author has to just write out along with the story i.e., the details like the way characters look, the way they express themselves, the kind of place they are in and stuff, majority of it depends on the way they are improvised as per the extent of the reader’s imagination, but a director has to take care that his movie surpasses or is at least on par with the viewer’s imagination. The best directors in business are called so because they explore an angle, a point of view that never occurred to most of us. Shantaram is bein made in to a movie I heard… hmmm, I’m happy,, or disappointed??? Well I think books like these are better bein jus books, the usp of the book lies in the details which I’m pretty sure 3hrs are not enough to showcase. Tele-serial sounds like a better option provided ekta kapoor keeps her hands off it, well for obvious reasons.
Is our run to achieve things, the ability to push ourseleves to the limit, towards success, higher, better ever gonna be fulfilled or is it just a race without finish line?? Questions questions… hmmmm How does “an eye for an eye” become an infinite loop to make the “whole world blind”? logically speaking it’s jus 1:1 ratio, it ends der right?
Coming back to shantaram, guys please do read it, nope this book won’t improve ur vocabulary, instead it’s got more chances of doin the opposite and also rip apart the ENGLISH GRAMMER taught to u in school, but there’s so much to learn from this work of fiction (as the writer claims it to be), u’l surely fall in love with “Prabu” , u’ll be impressed with Karla’s words of wisdom, and of course Shantaram aka Lin Baba’s experience is just amazin to say the least.
What makes a person avoid conflict? The pain involved in the fight or the range of prolonged after effects??
Second Last Question: Which is better
- Democratic country like INDIA and USA whose greedy leaders grab anything from land, mines, petrol bunks to IT parks in their SERVING time and burden the tax payers to pay up from their own pockets for their loose decisions’.
OR
- A so said anti-democratic Russia where leader like Putin advertised “If u wanna do business, Do business and stay away from politics, If u want power, enter politics and be happy with what the government pays you”. Anyone who dared to break this rule of his, was made to leave the country or end up in jail. And look at the progress his Russia has made.
Final Question: Do we get a high from “Truth Serum”?? Anyone answer that????
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
India's Second Gold
" My son is in US : Software. Daughter too doing her MS der"
" My son is in US : Software. Daughter too doing her MS der"
" My son is in US : Software. Daughter too doing her MS der"
I was standing here at my neice's wedding recalling these words over and over again, searching for the uncle who told it once, seated on the sofa in MY house last year. He just couldn't stay putt and be happy for me completing my degree and landing up at a software job. No NO NO. he had to be a pompous OLD MAN who'd wanna top it with an enquiry about my salary and add a - " My son is in US : Software. Daughter too doing her MS der" dialogue giving a precise breakdown abt how much both are earnin and how much change do each of dem save up every month. And here comes the killer part : He does all this money part explaination first in so and so dollars and just for my convenience convert them to Indian Rupees. Just to show that his daughter saves up more doin a part time job der than i doin a regular one here. After crossing a certain age these oldies get a genuine high only from such proud talk abt their offsprings.
But today i was on a mission. The word was VENGEANCE. That explains me fueling myself recalling his words over and over again while my eyes scanned the hall in his search. Der he was - Finally spotted him. "LET THE GAME BEGIN" i said to myself.
"Oh hello uncle, how are you?"
"Oh I'm fine" (Smiles). "U still in Bangalore?" (Smiles : This time sarcastic, a typical MY SON IS IN US smile)
Round One to the oldie.
"Yup still here. Your son's still der or back? The newspapers are full of job cuts going on there" His smile which was previously backed by a genuine happiness still stood der but minus the happiness. Only the skeleton of a smile was still on display.
Round Two ME :)
"Job cuts are everywhere Son" (See the Oldie used SON tactic - which comes only when their chips are down or say real bad. But my determination unfazed.)
Round two definetly to ME :) :)
"Yeah that true. But There in the US they're cuttin jobs on foreigners that bein us, to protect their citizens. a natural thing to do by any country i'd say. The other day i heard offers given to immigrant students doin their MS n MBA der are bein cancelled to the tune of 49k students i.e,. Isn't ur daughter doin her MS there??" (The last sentence gave out a twitch in his cheek and his smile was reduced to half.)
Round Three ME. I'd rather say KnockOut :) :) :)
"Oh yes i read it? God knows where their Economy is headed" Lines on his forehead showed or so my imagination wanted to assure me.
"Uncle i'l be right back. The lunch is being served i guess. Please don leave without it."
Mission Accomplished. 2 long distance calls to the oldie. All Smiles backed with genuine happiness to me. If this were Olympics. India would have had their Second Gold this day. :)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Yackjacktlyy...
Hi XXX,
I have missed. I can understand its time you need change.
I wish you all the best. Hope you will perform same in your new company.
Though we don't spoke much. But you are the intimacy for me.
Have a nice weekend.
P. S :- This mail was sent by a totally unknown guy in reply to a goodbye mail from a female friend of mine who recently changed her company. Note that the first sentence is der to inform her that she missed his name in the mailing list.If someone can interpret the 6th sentence, BE MY GUEST :) By far the most funny mail i've ever read... :)
I have missed. I can understand its time you need change.
I wish you all the best. Hope you will perform same in your new company.
Though we don't spoke much. But you are the intimacy for me.
Have a nice weekend.
P. S :- This mail was sent by a totally unknown guy in reply to a goodbye mail from a female friend of mine who recently changed her company. Note that the first sentence is der to inform her that she missed his name in the mailing list.If someone can interpret the 6th sentence, BE MY GUEST :) By far the most funny mail i've ever read... :)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
God Only Knows !!!
Consider a time long long ago. Ur in a place where ppl grew happily around u, got educated, earned their livelihood. U notice that to get companionship or say to befriend a person around you, you need to have some qualities, you should preferably have something in common to be represented as one’s friend, u need to be , if not anything, of a certain class. And let’s say if things are going south or you have some scores to settle or some help to seek you’d always wanna rely on these so said set of ppl u call friends.
Now consider u fall in none of the category above sayin,
-U suck on ur social life front,
-U don’t have a good image with which people’d wanna recognize u as their friend,
-More importantly u don know how to speak or to say present ur self, or say ppl don value ur words for reasons best known to you.
In such a desperate scenario what wud one do to seek companionship or say draw ppl close to oneself??????
ANYTHING!!!
Right?
Now thinking of it I’ve got my own reasons to believe that, there was indeed such a time long long ago, there were such men and there must have been such a desperate situations that must have bought them to come up with one of the most Ridiculous and to some extent most destructive idea ever thought of… The concept of RELIGION.
I have nothing against religion as such, but what really bugs me is ppl blindly following what they listen and see in the name of religion. I wonder how ur so said "evolved brain" doesn’t stand in way or question wen one says- it’s right to immolate a widow on her husband’s pyre, to kill others in name of holy war, justify polygamy in favor of men but forbid the other way round, why women are loaded wearing all possible things which yell loud and clear saying “I AM MARRIED” and men get to go off the hook. Who gave away the rights to some individual to decide what’s immoral and what’s not- what wud please ones god and what wud bring his wrath?, on what basis is one belief termed holy and other satanic?. The way I see it, these mere individuals are imposing their stupid point of views in name of religion for the equally stupid masses to follow. They are very aware that their words/ opinions/ point of view is not worth a dime without the façade of religion they cover it with. The whole idea here is to sell you an idea of god which scares u to the extent that u’d need to pray to 3,000,0000000 gods to stay safe from the equally diverse no. of problems u cud possibly face if u choose to go otherwise, there’s a day allocated to each god on which ur supposed to please him, ur required to pray a specified no. of times in a day etc., etc., just for him to love you back. If you wish to extend ur services by becoming his special SON den go do all the mindless things they say is written in ur GOD’s holy book.
If reading all this has made you to write me off as an atheist, then ur wrong. As I mentioned earlier I don have a problem with religion or believing in GOD, my problem is with ppl who use religion as a tool to turn men against each other and more importantly the ease with which ppl are- uh… wha’s the term- “BRAINWASHED” which I doubt them having any in the first place. Each individual may have a different concept of god which he’d like to follow, which if intended can give birth to a religion by itself. The idea here is to think for yourself if, what ur told abt god makes sense to you, the idea which makes u so scared of him that u actually need to be reminded by the same ppl that “HE LOVES YOU”!!. All I’m saying is continue following whichever religion/ belief / concept of god you find apt or connect with, but don let it to override ur sensibilities.
Now consider u fall in none of the category above sayin,
-U suck on ur social life front,
-U don’t have a good image with which people’d wanna recognize u as their friend,
-More importantly u don know how to speak or to say present ur self, or say ppl don value ur words for reasons best known to you.
In such a desperate scenario what wud one do to seek companionship or say draw ppl close to oneself??????
ANYTHING!!!
Right?
Now thinking of it I’ve got my own reasons to believe that, there was indeed such a time long long ago, there were such men and there must have been such a desperate situations that must have bought them to come up with one of the most Ridiculous and to some extent most destructive idea ever thought of… The concept of RELIGION.
I have nothing against religion as such, but what really bugs me is ppl blindly following what they listen and see in the name of religion. I wonder how ur so said "evolved brain" doesn’t stand in way or question wen one says- it’s right to immolate a widow on her husband’s pyre, to kill others in name of holy war, justify polygamy in favor of men but forbid the other way round, why women are loaded wearing all possible things which yell loud and clear saying “I AM MARRIED” and men get to go off the hook. Who gave away the rights to some individual to decide what’s immoral and what’s not- what wud please ones god and what wud bring his wrath?, on what basis is one belief termed holy and other satanic?. The way I see it, these mere individuals are imposing their stupid point of views in name of religion for the equally stupid masses to follow. They are very aware that their words/ opinions/ point of view is not worth a dime without the façade of religion they cover it with. The whole idea here is to sell you an idea of god which scares u to the extent that u’d need to pray to 3,000,0000000 gods to stay safe from the equally diverse no. of problems u cud possibly face if u choose to go otherwise, there’s a day allocated to each god on which ur supposed to please him, ur required to pray a specified no. of times in a day etc., etc., just for him to love you back. If you wish to extend ur services by becoming his special SON den go do all the mindless things they say is written in ur GOD’s holy book.
If reading all this has made you to write me off as an atheist, then ur wrong. As I mentioned earlier I don have a problem with religion or believing in GOD, my problem is with ppl who use religion as a tool to turn men against each other and more importantly the ease with which ppl are- uh… wha’s the term- “BRAINWASHED” which I doubt them having any in the first place. Each individual may have a different concept of god which he’d like to follow, which if intended can give birth to a religion by itself. The idea here is to think for yourself if, what ur told abt god makes sense to you, the idea which makes u so scared of him that u actually need to be reminded by the same ppl that “HE LOVES YOU”!!. All I’m saying is continue following whichever religion/ belief / concept of god you find apt or connect with, but don let it to override ur sensibilities.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
to B.E or not to B.E
Watched a real good movie after long (A Wednesday); on my way back down, I was lost in varied thoughts among Forum’s morning show crowd. Of all the noise from the crowd that surrounded me, one particular sentence fell into my ears loud and clear:
“Dude it’s only 12, still too early to go back home”
A broad smiled flashed across my face, a turned back to have a look at the speaker, aaah!! my guess was spot on: Lean guy, 20-21 yrs of age, Casual attire, Huge backpack (but had nothing more dan a book or two maxx), 3 friends fittin similar descriptions- He indeed was a ENGINEERING student, loaded with pocket money jus yesterday, has classes until noon (atleast that’s wha his mom knows abt) which he obviously plans to bunk n have ONE (one of many similar days that have preceded and will follow) day off to chill / relax, has probably killed 2-3 professors already in the current semester (So mom won’t buy it anymore as a reason).
Engineering is a phase which, according to me, every young individual has to go thru. Like students in Europe take a yr off to travel, students here who aspire to get into medical or go in other line of profession should try engg atleast for a year. Because a yr of Engg experience will teach you more than 10yrs of work experience in any line. After 4 (or more) yrs of toil when u have a job in hand and ur med school counterparts are nowhere near the earning phase it’s literally like, we are sticking our thumb on our nose and making faces at them.
It’s a strange world altogether, here last benchers bunk a new lecturer’s class cos he had ragged him/ her when the now lecturer was then his junior. Library is full of books which has main important pages missing which u’l find torn & strewn outside xam hall at the end of internals. Hostel is a place of worship wher u have access to everything from Movies to Important Notes to STUFF, also where you can collect any exorbitant amount of cash overnight to buy a LEAKED Question paper.
Only a engg student wud have the audacity to turn back before starting a final xam paper and ask what does the acronym, used to refer a subject all semester, really stand for*1 . Only he wud have the will power to bring a change of fate, more dramatic than a climax of a hindi movie, in 3rd internal marks which in turn will affect his average. Only he’d posses a memory to mug all the 15- 20 lab c++ programs in syllabus down to every comma and hyphen and semi-colon. An engineer student truly is the only person who’d think it’s possible to read a 1000 page book and give xam on the same, in hours. Only he will, deep within his heart, truly think that he will for real “start studyin from tomorrow” every single day. Here the probability of u flunking a paper even after solving 90 marks worth is equal to the probability of u scoring 35 on solvin 20 marks worth. Sounds of SOM, DSP, EC, S&S, M2 will send shivers down his spine, but on getting flunked will evoke a response “ Backs are the BACKBONE of engineering” from him. That’s a B.E student for you unfazed by any defeat, ready for any given task, coz he knows if it's thought of, it can surely be done..
The taste of B.E -> unforgettable.
The days of B.E -> best ever.
Citations:
*1 : was me @ TLW exam.
Disclaimer:
1.No offence meant to any other line of profession but everythin stated above is true to the core, there’s no beatin B.E course.
2.A engineer is repeatedly referred to as HE coz I’m too lazy to write he/she at every instance.
“Dude it’s only 12, still too early to go back home”
A broad smiled flashed across my face, a turned back to have a look at the speaker, aaah!! my guess was spot on: Lean guy, 20-21 yrs of age, Casual attire, Huge backpack (but had nothing more dan a book or two maxx), 3 friends fittin similar descriptions- He indeed was a ENGINEERING student, loaded with pocket money jus yesterday, has classes until noon (atleast that’s wha his mom knows abt) which he obviously plans to bunk n have ONE (one of many similar days that have preceded and will follow) day off to chill / relax, has probably killed 2-3 professors already in the current semester (So mom won’t buy it anymore as a reason).
Engineering is a phase which, according to me, every young individual has to go thru. Like students in Europe take a yr off to travel, students here who aspire to get into medical or go in other line of profession should try engg atleast for a year. Because a yr of Engg experience will teach you more than 10yrs of work experience in any line. After 4 (or more) yrs of toil when u have a job in hand and ur med school counterparts are nowhere near the earning phase it’s literally like, we are sticking our thumb on our nose and making faces at them.
It’s a strange world altogether, here last benchers bunk a new lecturer’s class cos he had ragged him/ her when the now lecturer was then his junior. Library is full of books which has main important pages missing which u’l find torn & strewn outside xam hall at the end of internals. Hostel is a place of worship wher u have access to everything from Movies to Important Notes to STUFF, also where you can collect any exorbitant amount of cash overnight to buy a LEAKED Question paper.
Only a engg student wud have the audacity to turn back before starting a final xam paper and ask what does the acronym, used to refer a subject all semester, really stand for*1 . Only he wud have the will power to bring a change of fate, more dramatic than a climax of a hindi movie, in 3rd internal marks which in turn will affect his average. Only he’d posses a memory to mug all the 15- 20 lab c++ programs in syllabus down to every comma and hyphen and semi-colon. An engineer student truly is the only person who’d think it’s possible to read a 1000 page book and give xam on the same, in hours. Only he will, deep within his heart, truly think that he will for real “start studyin from tomorrow” every single day. Here the probability of u flunking a paper even after solving 90 marks worth is equal to the probability of u scoring 35 on solvin 20 marks worth. Sounds of SOM, DSP, EC, S&S, M2 will send shivers down his spine, but on getting flunked will evoke a response “ Backs are the BACKBONE of engineering” from him. That’s a B.E student for you unfazed by any defeat, ready for any given task, coz he knows if it's thought of, it can surely be done..
The taste of B.E -> unforgettable.
The days of B.E -> best ever.
Citations:
*1 : was me @ TLW exam.
Disclaimer:
1.No offence meant to any other line of profession but everythin stated above is true to the core, there’s no beatin B.E course.
2.A engineer is repeatedly referred to as HE coz I’m too lazy to write he/she at every instance.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Moments ago...
For the nth time appu peeped in to my computer screen curious as to what keeps me so quiet and engaged in front of my system throughout the day, unable to hold it any longer she finally broke her silence-
Appu : Kya karte rehta hai tu poore din system pe?
Me: Yeh ek ART hain appu: ek KALA. U develop this skill of independently keepin urself engaged for the whole day only after 3 months of rigurous BENCHing.
Point made and accepted. Laughs on either side. Roll CREDITS :)
Appu : Kya karte rehta hai tu poore din system pe?
Me: Yeh ek ART hain appu: ek KALA. U develop this skill of independently keepin urself engaged for the whole day only after 3 months of rigurous BENCHing.
Point made and accepted. Laughs on either side. Roll CREDITS :)
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Best things in life are (Still) free :)
1. A trip to a wonderful resort just for joining ur first company [ C Kompany].
2. Listening to a historic speech by chacha @ midnight of india’s 61st yr of independence on RADIO ONE with Rehman crooning “Vande mataram” softly in background.
3. Watchin Movies in College Hostel bunkin ur afternoon classes.
4. Peace of mind after spending an evening in Nrupatunga Betta [Hubli]
5. Boozing on terrace with a bunchha ppl who u really care abt.
6. Singing SUTTA at midnight in a sleepy town and getting bombarded by the neighbours nxt morning
7. Reading comic strips (C&H, PBS) online and laughing at it's Sense of Humor, which most movie script writers can’t even get close to.
8. Bow down in front of a old aluminium handpump with ur palms together for a rush of fresh drinkin water in a summer afternoon.
9. The snacks in Cloud no. 9 [ Yercaud].
10. Comic books in Terra Café.
11. Google and Wikipedia’s services ;)
12. Brilliant “Blast Billiards”
13. Chocolate Chip Cookies in my sister’s office. :(
14. A can of RED BULL delivered by a gal on roller skates jus for bein @ a place at the right time.
15. A word of caution from ur folks before a journey.
16. Last but not the least This very Valuable Space to Publish this Piece of Crap. :)
2. Listening to a historic speech by chacha @ midnight of india’s 61st yr of independence on RADIO ONE with Rehman crooning “Vande mataram” softly in background.
3. Watchin Movies in College Hostel bunkin ur afternoon classes.
4. Peace of mind after spending an evening in Nrupatunga Betta [Hubli]
5. Boozing on terrace with a bunchha ppl who u really care abt.
6. Singing SUTTA at midnight in a sleepy town and getting bombarded by the neighbours nxt morning
7. Reading comic strips (C&H, PBS) online and laughing at it's Sense of Humor, which most movie script writers can’t even get close to.
8. Bow down in front of a old aluminium handpump with ur palms together for a rush of fresh drinkin water in a summer afternoon.
9. The snacks in Cloud no. 9 [ Yercaud].
10. Comic books in Terra Café.
11. Google and Wikipedia’s services ;)
12. Brilliant “Blast Billiards”
13. Chocolate Chip Cookies in my sister’s office. :(
14. A can of RED BULL delivered by a gal on roller skates jus for bein @ a place at the right time.
15. A word of caution from ur folks before a journey.
16. Last but not the least This very Valuable Space to Publish this Piece of Crap. :)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Laughter- The Best Medicine
Scene:
TRANSMISSION LINES AND WAVEGUIDES (TLW) final Examination
The nervousness, suspense on how VTU is planning to surprise us with it's wicked questioning scheme reshuffle, cold feeling in my stomach, the urge to pee for the Umpteeth time since morning i enter the LOO to relieve myself.
In comes our man Mr. Examination Officer with a phone sandwitched between his ear and left shoulder, takes the stall left to mine and goes ahead wit the proceedings almost mechanically while busy in his telephonic conversation.
Den arrives a fresher sees our man Mr. Examination and does the most expected/ dumbest thing u'd expect typical fresher do on seeing a faculty member
Fresher : "Good Morning Sir"
Our man turns slightly nods at the fresher while in act of Peeing, nxt thing u know "Ktchzzz ktrkt kt tk PLOP!!!" down went his phone in his u know what. I turned my face to right still not even half way thru of what i was in middle of and burst out laughing, probably the hardest i'v ever in a loo or perhaps in college.
Our man picks up his wet cell looking .Hearing some strange sound comin from it. i hold my breath and turn around in curiosity, he looks at me den to his cell which he is holding some 5-6 feet away from his body and utters "I'll Call u later". That was it!!! There went my second barrage of satanic laughter.
After a really long time i took to complete wha i was der to do (It slows down wen u laugh u see) i turned around to see both the fresher and Mr. embarassed nowhere in sight. I came out double the confidence and half the tension.It was as if a load was taken off my mind. the tension i went into the loo with just vanished with my laughter. he he
TRANSMISSION LINES AND WAVEGUIDES (TLW) final Examination
The nervousness, suspense on how VTU is planning to surprise us with it's wicked questioning scheme reshuffle, cold feeling in my stomach, the urge to pee for the Umpteeth time since morning i enter the LOO to relieve myself.
In comes our man Mr. Examination Officer with a phone sandwitched between his ear and left shoulder, takes the stall left to mine and goes ahead wit the proceedings almost mechanically while busy in his telephonic conversation.
Den arrives a fresher sees our man Mr. Examination and does the most expected/ dumbest thing u'd expect typical fresher do on seeing a faculty member
Fresher : "Good Morning Sir"
Our man turns slightly nods at the fresher while in act of Peeing, nxt thing u know "Ktchzzz ktrkt kt tk PLOP!!!" down went his phone in his u know what. I turned my face to right still not even half way thru of what i was in middle of and burst out laughing, probably the hardest i'v ever in a loo or perhaps in college.
Our man picks up his wet cell looking .Hearing some strange sound comin from it. i hold my breath and turn around in curiosity, he looks at me den to his cell which he is holding some 5-6 feet away from his body and utters "I'll Call u later". That was it!!! There went my second barrage of satanic laughter.
After a really long time i took to complete wha i was der to do (It slows down wen u laugh u see) i turned around to see both the fresher and Mr. embarassed nowhere in sight. I came out double the confidence and half the tension.It was as if a load was taken off my mind. the tension i went into the loo with just vanished with my laughter. he he
Thursday, July 17, 2008
ALL IN A DAY’s WORK !!
16th July 2008
00:00hrs(approx)- “Guys VRN’s cell was snatched in E G pura main road jus now at 10:30. Sad man. He is really pissed.” Read bob’s msg. fuuuaaccckkk!!! I said to myself. I cud imagine VRN’s face. Thot of callin his roomie den ruled it out.
09:30 – VRN walks to my cube and gives an in-detail description of (rather enacted) events that took place last night. “Let’s go to Police station den to Vodafone.” Dejection showed on his face.
10:00- Enter Kormangala Police stn. Our man Mr.Constable is consoling a sobbing female who got mugged by a relative. We obviously cudn’t intervene their conversation. We wait for full 30mins only to be told that our case is none of his business.
11:00- Enter Viveknagar Police stn. Here the cops gather around us listen out VRN’s story. “Alla saar neeve heli auto number illa andre hege hidi bohudu naavu?”said Mr. Sub Inspector. “He was thin. Wore yellow t-shirt”added varun. That piece of info was aptly ignored. They took down a LOST MOBILE complaint and sent us packing with a acknowledgement slip.
12:00- VODAFONE Centre. Here we take our seat wait for our turn. Checking out what each of the CUSTOMER CARE officer’s life is like. We figured out if not all, still most of them sitting behind the counter are loosers. “VARUN NAMBIAR. COUNTER B” came the announcement. We look at each other and head towards Counter B. “Ms. DIVYA” read her batch- whose new agonised lifestory was drafted jus moments ago by us :). Some (Ahem) pleasantries were exchanged and VRN filled out the reqd form and paid 100 bucks for the duplicate SIM with a “I Lost my mobile yaar: 12k loss. Again ur askin me 100 rs.?” dialogue. “I’m sorry sir but it’s mandatory” she said in a consoling tone. “doesn’t the SIM cost 99 bucks?” he enquired. Her face flushed, the reason i think is either a)’Oh my God he knows’ exprn or rather b)’oh my god he had de audacity to ask me that’exprn, my bet is on the latter. “Yes sir I’ll check from the cashier if he has change” and she walked away to get our dude’s one buck which never saw light of the day.
13:30- After Fab refused nandu’s 75 buck offer and I donated 100 bucks for not wearing a helmet we finally land up in DESMONDS for lunch. There Divya Prasad’s story was given wings and allowed to scale gr8 heights which someone actually believed in (he he).
16:00- After first class full of “You obviously know” statements to me there were lots of questions, cross questions and trick questions in Mr. Supercomputer’s second class. The absence of air-conditioner along with Mr.Smiley flashin his shabby teeth every 5mins or so was getting on my nerves.
19:00- As I crossed the street towards home I watched a man in peace.Sleepin like a baby. Buses – cars, bikes blaring past him.
But he was in a sound sleep. Just wen i was abt to wish that i'd like to be in his place: a woman walked to him stood beside and then SLAPPPPPP! SLAAAAP!! SSSLLLLLAAAPPPPP!!! She started hittin him left right center, she yelled at top of her voice to his ears cursing him on his drinking habits, Slapped him some more and left. I din dare to pull out my camera to take her pic, but u can see him before and after, not much of a change eh. 
I think here “He” represents all of us, the “ yellin-slapping Woman” represents the responsibilities our career- life after coll we thought that’d make us consider life seriously and more so change us. As u all can see it’s not much diff eh?? Life’s still is pretty much de same. Today ironically it's One year anniversary of my so said responsible life, LYF is still de same. Like in our man, the yellin women brought abt some minor changes here and there. But at the end we are who we are. Carry on guys. Carry on.
00:00hrs(approx)- “Guys VRN’s cell was snatched in E G pura main road jus now at 10:30. Sad man. He is really pissed.” Read bob’s msg. fuuuaaccckkk!!! I said to myself. I cud imagine VRN’s face. Thot of callin his roomie den ruled it out.
09:30 – VRN walks to my cube and gives an in-detail description of (rather enacted) events that took place last night. “Let’s go to Police station den to Vodafone.” Dejection showed on his face.
10:00- Enter Kormangala Police stn. Our man Mr.Constable is consoling a sobbing female who got mugged by a relative. We obviously cudn’t intervene their conversation. We wait for full 30mins only to be told that our case is none of his business.
11:00- Enter Viveknagar Police stn. Here the cops gather around us listen out VRN’s story. “Alla saar neeve heli auto number illa andre hege hidi bohudu naavu?”said Mr. Sub Inspector. “He was thin. Wore yellow t-shirt”added varun. That piece of info was aptly ignored. They took down a LOST MOBILE complaint and sent us packing with a acknowledgement slip.
12:00- VODAFONE Centre. Here we take our seat wait for our turn. Checking out what each of the CUSTOMER CARE officer’s life is like. We figured out if not all, still most of them sitting behind the counter are loosers. “VARUN NAMBIAR. COUNTER B” came the announcement. We look at each other and head towards Counter B. “Ms. DIVYA” read her batch- whose new agonised lifestory was drafted jus moments ago by us :). Some (Ahem) pleasantries were exchanged and VRN filled out the reqd form and paid 100 bucks for the duplicate SIM with a “I Lost my mobile yaar: 12k loss. Again ur askin me 100 rs.?” dialogue. “I’m sorry sir but it’s mandatory” she said in a consoling tone. “doesn’t the SIM cost 99 bucks?” he enquired. Her face flushed, the reason i think is either a)’Oh my God he knows’ exprn or rather b)’oh my god he had de audacity to ask me that’exprn, my bet is on the latter. “Yes sir I’ll check from the cashier if he has change” and she walked away to get our dude’s one buck which never saw light of the day.
13:30- After Fab refused nandu’s 75 buck offer and I donated 100 bucks for not wearing a helmet we finally land up in DESMONDS for lunch. There Divya Prasad’s story was given wings and allowed to scale gr8 heights which someone actually believed in (he he).
16:00- After first class full of “You obviously know” statements to me there were lots of questions, cross questions and trick questions in Mr. Supercomputer’s second class. The absence of air-conditioner along with Mr.Smiley flashin his shabby teeth every 5mins or so was getting on my nerves.
19:00- As I crossed the street towards home I watched a man in peace.Sleepin like a baby. Buses – cars, bikes blaring past him.
But he was in a sound sleep. Just wen i was abt to wish that i'd like to be in his place: a woman walked to him stood beside and then SLAPPPPPP! SLAAAAP!! SSSLLLLLAAAPPPPP!!! She started hittin him left right center, she yelled at top of her voice to his ears cursing him on his drinking habits, Slapped him some more and left. I din dare to pull out my camera to take her pic, but u can see him before and after, not much of a change eh. 
I think here “He” represents all of us, the “ yellin-slapping Woman” represents the responsibilities our career- life after coll we thought that’d make us consider life seriously and more so change us. As u all can see it’s not much diff eh?? Life’s still is pretty much de same. Today ironically it's One year anniversary of my so said responsible life, LYF is still de same. Like in our man, the yellin women brought abt some minor changes here and there. But at the end we are who we are. Carry on guys. Carry on.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
HiCk' Tales.. wOOHuu!!
Warning: This series includes real transcripts of conversations during sessions. In case you find them distasteful or in poor humour, it's highly recommended that you try some alcohol and read again.
Tale No. 1
Me: "Dude ur high..."
"Nope."said Mr. Suri without even twiching a muscle.
"How much is this?" asked an eqally high Mr. Sindagi Sticking out 3 fingers at Suri's face.
Suri: "U tell me. I'l tell you if ur right or not" He replied with conviction.
Me: "C'mon How will that serve as a proof?" i wondered aloud.
Suri: "I'm in 'Testing' . Remember?"he riminded us. Still with a straght face.
Tale No. 2
Suri: "Any plans of giving CAT??"
Me: "Nope only IAS exams"
Suri: "3 - 4 months of proper preparation and you have a good chance. Why don't you give it a shot."
Me: "Better to pay 50 bucks and fail than 1500 and fail.".
Tale No. 1
Me: "Dude ur high..."
"Nope."said Mr. Suri without even twiching a muscle.
"How much is this?" asked an eqally high Mr. Sindagi Sticking out 3 fingers at Suri's face.
Suri: "U tell me. I'l tell you if ur right or not" He replied with conviction.
Me: "C'mon How will that serve as a proof?" i wondered aloud.
Suri: "I'm in 'Testing' . Remember?"he riminded us. Still with a straght face.
Tale No. 2
Suri: "Any plans of giving CAT??"
Me: "Nope only IAS exams"
Suri: "3 - 4 months of proper preparation and you have a good chance. Why don't you give it a shot."
Me: "Better to pay 50 bucks and fail than 1500 and fail.".
Draw curtains. End of Episode No. 1.
Monday, July 7, 2008
One Night @ ...
As i took de stairs of bus our office had arranged to ferry us to the venue of our "HALF 
YEARLY" event, i was far for anything remotely bein termed as "excited". Memories of last event rushed back, and my spirit still down. I recounted the events lined up and tried to relate to dem
-Opening Speech : Some dude blabbering on n on abt C Kompany.
-Fashion Show : No hopes. No offense meant but seriously, How good wud it be?
-MC RJ Prithvi from Radio One :Whoever- Whatever.
-Drinks and Music : Only Beer served - Which I don drink.
Music - i Barely dance
-DJ SASH at the Turntables : Whoever- Whatever
-Dinner : This one's of my interest.Hope it's good...
Sigh! I asked myself "Why am i goin to this place?, only for food?, is it worth.".
Pat came the reply from de Profound ME "What else do i have to do???"
Took a seat with VRN. Appu n deepo seated in front. BOB n FAB (he he.. it rhymes!) behind."Strange feel hota hain" said Appu. "Huh kya?" i asked. She went on to expln how we used to talk nonstop and now we barely meet or have anythin to speak of. I agree totally. Meeting in person has a lot to do when it comes to friends who are girls. i never see this prob with guys. We may be happily living different lives, without any kinda communication - phone, sms, chat, email, meetings- yet a booze session can get our bondin back in no time. We reached our Venue- Hotel Chancery Pavillion.
We were asked to get down in middle of the road right in front of the hotel. Some comparisons were drawn betn the BUS , C Kompany and us getting down in middle of the road. Everyone agreed in Unision. We were guided to the foundations of the structure which was a named as GRAND BALLROOM.
With a Fruit Punch in hand i stepped in. "aaahhhh!! well decorated, Nice setup" ran my first thoughts, and suprisingly it turned out to be one of the best parties i've attended till date. Host RJ Prithvi kept the crowd in laughs and had them engaged in Fill in the blanks, Pricezz of C kompany, Plum Bun Lines, S-Hip Sale activities. Meanwhile the Fashion show was a treat. Well done. Well executed. Kudos Guys. Den came DRINKS (Beer only) and MUSIC. Blv me Beer never felt so good on my throat. We danced like it's our last chance to do so (for reasons unknown many blvd it in fact was their last dance for C Kompany), heavily perspiring until either our breath or legs gave away. To top it all came a good dinner and very good dessert. All in all i'd like to quote myself
"Rocking party, Rocking music, Rocking Food" i said to Urv.
" and Rock&** ***" he replied.
"Wha???" .
"ANd Rocking Ppl" he added.
I Happily agreed. Not sure if i really did, was it de music, de food, or de beer. But i Agreed and i stand by it :).
YEARLY" event, i was far for anything remotely bein termed as "excited". Memories of last event rushed back, and my spirit still down. I recounted the events lined up and tried to relate to dem-Opening Speech : Some dude blabbering on n on abt C Kompany.
-Fashion Show : No hopes. No offense meant but seriously, How good wud it be?
-MC RJ Prithvi from Radio One :Whoever- Whatever.
-Drinks and Music : Only Beer served - Which I don drink.
Music - i Barely dance
-DJ SASH at the Turntables : Whoever- Whatever
-Dinner : This one's of my interest.Hope it's good...
Sigh! I asked myself "Why am i goin to this place?, only for food?, is it worth.".
Pat came the reply from de Profound ME "What else do i have to do???"
Took a seat with VRN. Appu n deepo seated in front. BOB n FAB (he he.. it rhymes!) behind."Strange feel hota hain" said Appu. "Huh kya?" i asked. She went on to expln how we used to talk nonstop and now we barely meet or have anythin to speak of. I agree totally. Meeting in person has a lot to do when it comes to friends who are girls. i never see this prob with guys. We may be happily living different lives, without any kinda communication - phone, sms, chat, email, meetings- yet a booze session can get our bondin back in no time. We reached our Venue- Hotel Chancery Pavillion.
We were asked to get down in middle of the road right in front of the hotel. Some comparisons were drawn betn the BUS , C Kompany and us getting down in middle of the road. Everyone agreed in Unision. We were guided to the foundations of the structure which was a named as GRAND BALLROOM.With a Fruit Punch in hand i stepped in. "aaahhhh!! well decorated, Nice setup" ran my first thoughts, and suprisingly it turned out to be one of the best parties i've attended till date. Host RJ Prithvi kept the crowd in laughs and had them engaged in Fill in the blanks, Pricezz of C kompany, Plum Bun Lines, S-Hip Sale activities. Meanwhile the Fashion show was a treat. Well done. Well executed. Kudos Guys. Den came DRINKS (Beer only) and MUSIC. Blv me Beer never felt so good on my throat. We danced like it's our last chance to do so (for reasons unknown many blvd it in fact was their last dance for C Kompany), heavily perspiring until either our breath or legs gave away. To top it all came a good dinner and very good dessert. All in all i'd like to quote myself
"Rocking party, Rocking music, Rocking Food" i said to Urv.
" and Rock&** ***" he replied.
"Wha???" .
"ANd Rocking Ppl" he added.
I Happily agreed. Not sure if i really did, was it de music, de food, or de beer. But i Agreed and i stand by it :).
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
(W)here i am...
Day passes by as it transforms itself from morning to noon and rests into dark - so effortless. Seasons change from rainy to summer to rainy to winter and back to real raainy - so seemless. But alas! my surroundings have no relevance to any of these changes of nature. The people here are relentlessly punishing their bodies as if they stepped out of their homes this mornin with a vow to test the endurance of their physical and mental strength and retun back with a new HIGH SCORE. They park themselves at their cubicles and remain motionless and expressionless for most part of their day. There seems to be some kinda restriction on human communication at this place. Here conversations and laughter are hidden as cellphones by students in VTU college's. People confine themselves in a small room huddle up to listen to a speaker phone. They stare at it as if some "Item Number" is being played on the screen.
I find myself at this place every single day where mornings and nights have a striking resemblence cos nor do i see de daylight nor the darkness all i see is TUBELIGHT - Rain or Shine curtains are drawn. Temperatures are just figures in news for me cos i'm in a 16 - 20 dergree celsius controlled environment. Identities of my friends are reduced to just names with red-orange-green-gray colour beside it. Yesssss u guessed it right. I'm a software labourer.
Other than work or absence of it there are only 2 things that can force thy to rise from thy holy chair, i.e, either ur bowel is full or ur stomach empty. Such is the life we live. All u rickshaw drivers when will u understand IT??? I don't care wen u learn to browse net or wen will u read this post of mine but i want u to know some facts - we are not some rich guys dude, u are way better than we are. We suck miserably.
don blv me?? here are some FACTS:
-we have job, but u have work
-we live in small houses paying huge rent. I'm sure u live in a bigger space than me if not same payin much less.
-we only look rich, u easily earn equal to or more than us.
-we pay taxes, u don't.
-wen petrol price rise ur hire charges/ demands rise simultaneously, our pay doesn't.
-we can't answer back or swear at our customers/ clients, U CAN and U DO.
-If u don't wanna work u can refuse to, WE CAN'T.
-We wasted 4yrs of our life studyin shit we now don't know abt, u didn't.
-Economies don affect u, it does both Indian (inflation) and american (recession).
-Our parents don have a clue wha v do for a living, ur parents do.
-Our parent's expect us to go abroad for them to boast abt it, they dunno abt the fact that we need to present our client with our sole arse for their liesure, U don't have any expectations or fear as such.
We are just brainless slaves in good clothes and a tag around our neck. So next time u see a young guy walk up to u requesting u to go somewhere avoid behaving like his TL or PM wen he ask's for a leave just befrore a release. Please be nice to him by not quoting exhorbitant rates and please return change. Even if its 2 rs. I'm serious, we expect that. It's a request dude.
All you ppl who managed to read it full (or u who skipped the story to see how i end it) and are wondering what inspired me to reflect on my PAINED lifestyle and write abt it.
Here It is:- When i returned home from work today i climbed to the second floor stood in front of my door. Reached into my pocket pulled out my ID an flashed it to the wall beside. I waited for the beep for whole 10 secs after which i realized that this door opens with a key. I turn around to check if my neighbours have watched me makin a complete a fool of myself - aah not this time.. I quietly replace my id card in my pocket and pull out the key.
- TRUE STORY.
I find myself at this place every single day where mornings and nights have a striking resemblence cos nor do i see de daylight nor the darkness all i see is TUBELIGHT - Rain or Shine curtains are drawn. Temperatures are just figures in news for me cos i'm in a 16 - 20 dergree celsius controlled environment. Identities of my friends are reduced to just names with red-orange-green-gray colour beside it. Yesssss u guessed it right. I'm a software labourer.
Other than work or absence of it there are only 2 things that can force thy to rise from thy holy chair, i.e, either ur bowel is full or ur stomach empty. Such is the life we live. All u rickshaw drivers when will u understand IT??? I don't care wen u learn to browse net or wen will u read this post of mine but i want u to know some facts - we are not some rich guys dude, u are way better than we are. We suck miserably.
don blv me?? here are some FACTS:
-we have job, but u have work
-we live in small houses paying huge rent. I'm sure u live in a bigger space than me if not same payin much less.
-we only look rich, u easily earn equal to or more than us.
-we pay taxes, u don't.
-wen petrol price rise ur hire charges/ demands rise simultaneously, our pay doesn't.
-we can't answer back or swear at our customers/ clients, U CAN and U DO.
-If u don't wanna work u can refuse to, WE CAN'T.
-We wasted 4yrs of our life studyin shit we now don't know abt, u didn't.
-Economies don affect u, it does both Indian (inflation) and american (recession).
-Our parents don have a clue wha v do for a living, ur parents do.
-Our parent's expect us to go abroad for them to boast abt it, they dunno abt the fact that we need to present our client with our sole arse for their liesure, U don't have any expectations or fear as such.
We are just brainless slaves in good clothes and a tag around our neck. So next time u see a young guy walk up to u requesting u to go somewhere avoid behaving like his TL or PM wen he ask's for a leave just befrore a release. Please be nice to him by not quoting exhorbitant rates and please return change. Even if its 2 rs. I'm serious, we expect that. It's a request dude.
All you ppl who managed to read it full (or u who skipped the story to see how i end it) and are wondering what inspired me to reflect on my PAINED lifestyle and write abt it.
Here It is:- When i returned home from work today i climbed to the second floor stood in front of my door. Reached into my pocket pulled out my ID an flashed it to the wall beside. I waited for the beep for whole 10 secs after which i realized that this door opens with a key. I turn around to check if my neighbours have watched me makin a complete a fool of myself - aah not this time.. I quietly replace my id card in my pocket and pull out the key.
- TRUE STORY.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
A Pleasant Surprise. :)
Comin to blore was a good thing for me considering my love and addiction for movies... wen i arrived here i was excited abt many things... shoppin, chicks, food, new frnds, chicks, no one to answer to, paychecks, chicks etc.,, but the thing i was eagerly lookin fwd to was watchin movies as dey release... Holly movies wer not released in theatres in my place, and if they wer, den it wud be with dubbing .. which never interested me.. picture this -
Harry Potter- Mein Unki Raksha Karunga.
Ron- Par Harry Tumhare Jaan Ko Khatra ho Sakta hain.
Harry- Mujhe parva Nahi. Mein Unhe Khatre Mein Nahi Chod
Sakta.
Ron-Theek Hain Harry Main Bhi Tumhare Saath Hoon.
Hermione- HAMARI SHUBKAAMNAYE TUMHARE SAATH HAIN
p.s: the last dialogue is supposed to be "GOOD LUCK" in de original. So u can imagine the mismatch betn lip MOVEMENT and dialogue length here.
( so obviously i depended on TORRENTS for Holly Movies).
Here in Blore i dreamed abt world premier's of movies from Production Houses like
PARAMOUNT PICTURES
COLUMBIA TRISTAR
DREAMWORKS
UNIVERSAL
VILLAGE ROAD
MIRAMAX
MANDALAY among others. And i got it. i watched each one of dem here on big screen (unlike back home in my comp screen, which i liked too). But among all these big production houses der was one waiting here to surprise me- to catch me unexpected- unannounced- whose creativity and vision is beyond cinema, beyond any script writer's imagination, beyond any actor's charisma or talent. This particular production house was waiting for me in blore, and blv me i'v seen more movies of this particular PRODUCTION HOUSE ,from the time i'm here in blore, than any of the big names u see up der. I relate to the character's in the movie, i relate to it's era, it's backdrop, it's emotion , it's humour, it's climax ... Friends the production House I'm talking abt here is none other than "IMAGINE". I'm not sure how many of u have heard abt it, but blv me once u see it's work u'll love it. No, u won't find it on google or IMDB. U won't find Rajeev Mansand's comments on it cos he doesn't consider himself worthy of juging Imagine's work of art. U won't find Newspapers publishing the story or gossip's of the stars, the sets cos by the time they write it down and go to print there's already a new- better story ready to be released. This is the speed and perfection that every cinama lover/ maker only dreams of, but here in IMAGINE it's practised every single day. Imagine Production is owned and run by one Mr. Varun Nambiar who brings with him his versatile experiences of life from cities around the world namely Dubai, Mumbai, Kannur, Bengaluru.Hmmm.. yea that's abt it.
Whenever i hear him utter the word - "IMAGINE" - i buckle up for yet another story untold, an cinematic journey in which i have the freedom to choose my screenplay, the cinematography,the actors and most important of all the background scrore which we hum with our imagination. The ppl around us wonder wht they are witnessing before them, baffled by the creativity that is unraveling in front of their very own eyes. They try to force their intelligence to classify if it's really a work of art or just a plain fact told by the utmost Showman. Yes, The Showman VRN himself gives out the specific facial expressions, acts out the scene(s) of various character(s) - sometimes simultaneously. He never leaves out his fnds in any piece of his work. He gives us our act at various crucial points in the story. Each one having our own unique piece of work to showcse their talent. The pure faith he has on us, makes us bring the best out of us- For Cinema, For Creativity, For ManKind- every single time.
I consider this article a brave step to describe the indescribable phenomenal work of IMAGINE. Below i list out the latest work's of Imagine Productions:
-We solve Project X. (Rel date: yest)
-Leela and JD. (Rel date: yest)
Sequel of "We solve Project X"
-We buy Keshav's Car(Rel Date: yest)
-I and SWAT: Requiem of a Blog (Rel date: last Monday)
-All Women must be open minded (Rel date: last weekend)
-We Become Rich (Multiple releases Every Month)
-We the CEO's of Future (4 months back)
-Freebie: The fisherwoman (2 Months back)
a.k.a Mallu Title - Thenumani
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
A New DAy Has Come... Fvck!!
wake up... breakfast... brush... bath.... walk to office... (yea i'm brushin after BF these days..)swipe in.... Inbox-Microsoft Exchange... MoneyControl (RED RED- close)... Gmail... Blast Billiards... i look at de clock - it says - 10:47 !!!!!
aaarrrgggghhhhh .. now wha??? i have the whole day in front of me with it's arms wide open, and i'm wondering how to go abt it...
frm de past week sanjay is here before me solvin his stupid CAT books at my desk (data interep, permutation, data sufficiencency and all)... i'm damn sure he's nowehre near givin a CAT for real ... long way bob long long way to go...
after an hour or two we find ourseleves wondering how to make "Blast Billiards" more interesting. we tried it all
-high score
-best of 3 tourney
-best of 5 tourney
-5 best of 5 tourney
-2min deadline
-lowest 1st round score
-rebound shots only
-connecting shots only
-etcetra etcetra.....
infact varun is just plain addicted to anything colourful that moves on a screen... it doesn't matter if it's billiards on comp or clickin pics of fishes in ma cell... he is eqally engrossed by both...
Everytime sanjay yells "New Rule" i wonder from where does he get de stamina to THINK.... may be CAT is doin this to him...
aah i forgot TIMESOFINDIA site today... it consumes around 20min to 3hrs of my day with it's colourful description of Arushi Murder Case... IPL Dhamaka... Review of GATOTHKATCH- WOODSTOCKVILLA etc.. SRK mania... fuel price to be made costlier by rs.17 .. How much Water should i ideally drink per day.... wha uncle BUSH thinks abt FOOD CRISIS.. and surprisingly what our politicians have to say abt that... huh... whatever... i just wanna keep track of things... tat's it..
one thing that has us discussing is de fuel price... 17 rs more.. man!! tat's abt like all de appraisal money i'l be gettin per month by this yr end going by de RECESSION trend.... transcripts
1:00pm-
me:petrol ka rate suna?? 17 more dude
sanjay: abey can't help it.
me: better to get a cycle 2k maxx...
sanjay: still better get a Gearwallah cycle 4k.. worth it
me: haan bey nice.. roam around in cycle for 2-3 yrs and get a diesel car later.. fvck petrol
9:00pm-
sis: how de hell are petrol bunk owners in loss??
me: abey dey get it for 70rs/ltr and are sellin for 53 rs. so they are in rs.17/ltr loss... thnx to mr. Bush's war aginst terror.
sis:how will ppl afford vehicles? i'm thinkin against buyin a nano.
me: let's sell our 2 wheelers buy cycles. v'll still be in 10- 15k profit.. :)
i LOOK AT THE CLOCK- it says- 11:14
aaah... almost half an hour..lemme post it and inform other jobless fndz of mine to go thru it...
if ur readin it ur one of dem..
thank me now... good...
aaarrrgggghhhhh .. now wha??? i have the whole day in front of me with it's arms wide open, and i'm wondering how to go abt it...
frm de past week sanjay is here before me solvin his stupid CAT books at my desk (data interep, permutation, data sufficiencency and all)... i'm damn sure he's nowehre near givin a CAT for real ... long way bob long long way to go...
after an hour or two we find ourseleves wondering how to make "Blast Billiards" more interesting. we tried it all
-high score
-best of 3 tourney
-best of 5 tourney
-5 best of 5 tourney
-2min deadline
-lowest 1st round score
-rebound shots only
-connecting shots only
-etcetra etcetra.....
infact varun is just plain addicted to anything colourful that moves on a screen... it doesn't matter if it's billiards on comp or clickin pics of fishes in ma cell... he is eqally engrossed by both...
Everytime sanjay yells "New Rule" i wonder from where does he get de stamina to THINK.... may be CAT is doin this to him...
aah i forgot TIMESOFINDIA site today... it consumes around 20min to 3hrs of my day with it's colourful description of Arushi Murder Case... IPL Dhamaka... Review of GATOTHKATCH- WOODSTOCKVILLA etc.. SRK mania... fuel price to be made costlier by rs.17 .. How much Water should i ideally drink per day.... wha uncle BUSH thinks abt FOOD CRISIS.. and surprisingly what our politicians have to say abt that... huh... whatever... i just wanna keep track of things... tat's it..
one thing that has us discussing is de fuel price... 17 rs more.. man!! tat's abt like all de appraisal money i'l be gettin per month by this yr end going by de RECESSION trend.... transcripts
1:00pm-
me:petrol ka rate suna?? 17 more dude
sanjay: abey can't help it.
me: better to get a cycle 2k maxx...
sanjay: still better get a Gearwallah cycle 4k.. worth it
me: haan bey nice.. roam around in cycle for 2-3 yrs and get a diesel car later.. fvck petrol
9:00pm-
sis: how de hell are petrol bunk owners in loss??
me: abey dey get it for 70rs/ltr and are sellin for 53 rs. so they are in rs.17/ltr loss... thnx to mr. Bush's war aginst terror.
sis:how will ppl afford vehicles? i'm thinkin against buyin a nano.
me: let's sell our 2 wheelers buy cycles. v'll still be in 10- 15k profit.. :)
i LOOK AT THE CLOCK- it says- 11:14
aaah... almost half an hour..lemme post it and inform other jobless fndz of mine to go thru it...
if ur readin it ur one of dem..
thank me now... good...
Thursday, May 29, 2008
"Roadies 5.Someone"
Sunday moring :
I happily purchased a brand new SE handset. Nice feeling eh!. Went to ma fndz place to top this feeling by watchin de grand finale of Roadies 5.0 (the repeat i.e. after missing the saturday relay). Expecting Nihal to pull it off like most of u thought. We all know how it ended. Not a fulfilling feelin though seeing the turn of events by virtue of which the winner was chosen. Most of u felt that right?
Unlike most of u i was a bit happy though. It served as a proof to me of the very existance of "Reality Television". See reality shows, according to me, do have their set of scripts, plans through which they guide the respective participants. But this to me is a plan gone wild and a 'on the spot' soln was devised to compensate. Nobody expected both the team members to show such eagerness to perform tasks. End result- a tie which is wen they wer in a fix and decided to give sonel the power. it was a lame soln which made most of roadie fan's unhappy. But tat's REALITY right in your face.
Raw reality is never fun ma fnd. never. it's some spice of ur unreal imagination tat u'd like to see with ur so called reality. Roadies have the right mix of it. U think all these highway accidents (clip's of which none of us saw bein recorded), fights, bitching, linkup's, flirtin etc etc are unreal ??? I agree. But tat's part of wha draws u to watch it right?, this is the unreal ingredient i'm talkin abt. Many say the whole show is a big gig. A big drama. I disagree. Most of it does seem real to me. But u know wha? i really don care if it's real or not. The sole reason i watch Roadies is to be entertained and it aptly provides me with the same - yr after yr. The thrills, twists, stories , politics everythin sum up to my defination of entertainment :) ... besides it imparts some important lessons to youth like us.
Let's conclude by focusing on 5 most valuable lessons roadies imparted this season:
1.Friendship is precious: Nihal-ashu-sonel ousted 10 with this
2.Don blv gals: u kno who
3.u gain a lot by keepin ur mouth shut: Ashu & sonel
4.Strategies can back fire: Snehashish, Vikrant, Nihal
5.Stand up for what u blv: remember ashu refused to eat meat for money!!
I happily purchased a brand new SE handset. Nice feeling eh!. Went to ma fndz place to top this feeling by watchin de grand finale of Roadies 5.0 (the repeat i.e. after missing the saturday relay). Expecting Nihal to pull it off like most of u thought. We all know how it ended. Not a fulfilling feelin though seeing the turn of events by virtue of which the winner was chosen. Most of u felt that right?
Unlike most of u i was a bit happy though. It served as a proof to me of the very existance of "Reality Television". See reality shows, according to me, do have their set of scripts, plans through which they guide the respective participants. But this to me is a plan gone wild and a 'on the spot' soln was devised to compensate. Nobody expected both the team members to show such eagerness to perform tasks. End result- a tie which is wen they wer in a fix and decided to give sonel the power. it was a lame soln which made most of roadie fan's unhappy. But tat's REALITY right in your face.
Raw reality is never fun ma fnd. never. it's some spice of ur unreal imagination tat u'd like to see with ur so called reality. Roadies have the right mix of it. U think all these highway accidents (clip's of which none of us saw bein recorded), fights, bitching, linkup's, flirtin etc etc are unreal ??? I agree. But tat's part of wha draws u to watch it right?, this is the unreal ingredient i'm talkin abt. Many say the whole show is a big gig. A big drama. I disagree. Most of it does seem real to me. But u know wha? i really don care if it's real or not. The sole reason i watch Roadies is to be entertained and it aptly provides me with the same - yr after yr. The thrills, twists, stories , politics everythin sum up to my defination of entertainment :) ... besides it imparts some important lessons to youth like us.
Let's conclude by focusing on 5 most valuable lessons roadies imparted this season:
1.Friendship is precious: Nihal-ashu-sonel ousted 10 with this
2.Don blv gals: u kno who
3.u gain a lot by keepin ur mouth shut: Ashu & sonel
4.Strategies can back fire: Snehashish, Vikrant, Nihal
5.Stand up for what u blv: remember ashu refused to eat meat for money!!
Friday, May 23, 2008
Lyfe : Noun- Strange Sh!t
Aim:- 10th std: "disti dude. i want a disti atleast once in ma life. and i want it wit this board result."
Fate:- f@#! missed by 4.52%.
Aim:- (post 10th): i want admission in Jabin's Sc coll (so said best Sc coll in city! huh... whateve).
Fate:-i get thru. Fuvk'd up so bad in 2 yrs. My level of intellect (w.r.t education) at the end of 2 yrs here was the same as of wen i came for admission.
Aim:- (after dismal performance in 12th) Me: "I'm doin BHM, i got the forms"
Fate:-DAD: Shut up.
Aim:- (post 12th re-exam): lemme get into a engg coll once. i'l work hard. I'l attend classes. i'l come out wit flyin colors.
Fate:-yea right. He He :D
Aim:- 1st yr engg: "clear all subs. No backs. No backs plz"
Fate:-cosiderin tat my 1st sem was jus 1month long, 60% with no back's was super good. some of my close fnds and parents thought that i'm some kinda "Adolescent prodigy" (yea i framed it now- on the fly. any prob?)
Aim:- 2nd yr engg: "Electronics & Communication is Hot!!"
Fate:-this was how one uncle of mine described a stream in engg. which i took as a advice and enrolled into. i forgot who told it ( LUCKY for him). in second yr of engg i got the exact defn of HOT. it still hurts wen i think of those dreadful subjects. sorry i got a bit emotional. i'l get thru it.
Aim:- 3rd yr engg: "i want a campus job dude. tat's it!. lyfe settle"
Fate:-well this deserves a whole post dedicated to it. to give u detailed account of my "before" and "after" recuitment scenario till date lookout for further posts'.
Aim:- final yr engg: "disti dude. i want a disti atleast once in ma life."
Fate:-disti it is. twice in final yr... Check :)
Aim:- 42
Fate:- waitin.............
Fate:- f@#! missed by 4.52%.
Aim:- (post 10th): i want admission in Jabin's Sc coll (so said best Sc coll in city! huh... whateve).
Fate:-i get thru. Fuvk'd up so bad in 2 yrs. My level of intellect (w.r.t education) at the end of 2 yrs here was the same as of wen i came for admission.
Aim:- (after dismal performance in 12th) Me: "I'm doin BHM, i got the forms"
Fate:-DAD: Shut up.
Aim:- (post 12th re-exam): lemme get into a engg coll once. i'l work hard. I'l attend classes. i'l come out wit flyin colors.
Fate:-yea right. He He :D
Aim:- 1st yr engg: "clear all subs. No backs. No backs plz"
Fate:-cosiderin tat my 1st sem was jus 1month long, 60% with no back's was super good. some of my close fnds and parents thought that i'm some kinda "Adolescent prodigy" (yea i framed it now- on the fly. any prob?)
Aim:- 2nd yr engg: "Electronics & Communication is Hot!!"
Fate:-this was how one uncle of mine described a stream in engg. which i took as a advice and enrolled into. i forgot who told it ( LUCKY for him). in second yr of engg i got the exact defn of HOT. it still hurts wen i think of those dreadful subjects. sorry i got a bit emotional. i'l get thru it.
Aim:- 3rd yr engg: "i want a campus job dude. tat's it!. lyfe settle"
Fate:-well this deserves a whole post dedicated to it. to give u detailed account of my "before" and "after" recuitment scenario till date lookout for further posts'.
Aim:- final yr engg: "disti dude. i want a disti atleast once in ma life."
Fate:-disti it is. twice in final yr... Check :)
Aim:- 42
Fate:- waitin.............
Bon'gi
Hi ppl, here comes yet another blogger who didn't fill notebooks for nuts, exam sheets for grades and now documents for stupid codes.
The influences that have led me to bloggin are listed below:
1. A self proclaimed reader. I find solace in readin anythin right from witty "Common Man" space in TOI from Mr. R. K. Laxman to a mammoth thousand page novel from any Mr. Anonymous.
2. My fnd BOOZO who thinks i'm some kinda profound thinker and wud make a superb writer of somekind (yea even i think it's Bull!).
3. 'm in a S/w company which is payin me to do nothing and making me do stupid POC's (Proof Of Concept) which no one cares to even look at, and is supposedly judging me on it's basis ( i don't give a damn anymore).
4. Basically what made me actually START blogging is this pure boredom and frustration of having nothin to do all day and yet compulsorily log in 8Hrs at work which provides me with hi-speed( or so they claim) internet and ZERO work, with hi-flyin rumours that there's heavy workforce cut down in process every single month. My high point of the day from past couppla months bein my "lunch Time" i think blogging is a very good soln for me which wud suffice all my needs - the 8hrs at work every single day, meagre paycheck every month end, mental stability, exercise my brains etcetra etcetra....
P.S : Title "Bon'gi- (here "bo" as in bow -" n' " is pronounced like northese can't- "gi" as in give)
meaning- signifies completion of day's 1st transaction. ( north karnataka lingo)
The influences that have led me to bloggin are listed below:
1. A self proclaimed reader. I find solace in readin anythin right from witty "Common Man" space in TOI from Mr. R. K. Laxman to a mammoth thousand page novel from any Mr. Anonymous.
2. My fnd BOOZO who thinks i'm some kinda profound thinker and wud make a superb writer of somekind (yea even i think it's Bull!).
3. 'm in a S/w company which is payin me to do nothing and making me do stupid POC's (Proof Of Concept) which no one cares to even look at, and is supposedly judging me on it's basis ( i don't give a damn anymore).
4. Basically what made me actually START blogging is this pure boredom and frustration of having nothin to do all day and yet compulsorily log in 8Hrs at work which provides me with hi-speed( or so they claim) internet and ZERO work, with hi-flyin rumours that there's heavy workforce cut down in process every single month. My high point of the day from past couppla months bein my "lunch Time" i think blogging is a very good soln for me which wud suffice all my needs - the 8hrs at work every single day, meagre paycheck every month end, mental stability, exercise my brains etcetra etcetra....
P.S : Title "Bon'gi- (here "bo" as in bow -" n' " is pronounced like northese can't- "gi" as in give)
meaning- signifies completion of day's 1st transaction. ( north karnataka lingo)
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