My Fu - Manchau

"A man without a moustache is like tea without sugar "

- An English Proverb

Please find my personal observations on the data points of the above mentioned graphs .

Rapist : Whopping 49% and I honestly do not find the correlation. Why do people conclude this ? I have never seen a rapist. Neither have most of my acquaintances. But I have seen Shiney Ahuja. He did not sport a moustache. I saw Shakti kapoor , Prem Chopra , Gulshan Grover ( ok sometimes he can be excused ) , Paresh Rawal and none of them sported moustache. Yet they were the brand embassador of rapes. I also saw Arjun Singh , He raped a whole generation of youngsters without the moustache. I saw Akshay kumar in Janwar turning into a genuine human being after he grew a moustache. I saw Anil Kapoor acting as a looser in Lamhe while he looked so Elan in Ram Lakhan. It baffles me. I saw Sunil Shetty walk upto Pakistani tanks babbling incoherently ‘ Dharti ma, Dharti ma ‘ . I am sure he must have extracted all that courage from nothing else than his moustache. I also saw Amitabh making a fool of himself in ‘Lal Badshah’ and then found support in his dadi and mooch which has made him weather the days of hardships. And you must have watched south Indian heroes ( yes that was another data point but it was like a universal set for all the other thing , isliye I avoided that ). They are heroes for God’s sake and not rapists. Have you seen them fight God like in the movies? None of the Hindi heroes can match the Style and studappa of fighting like a southie hero. If you do not believe please watch videos of Rajnikant and Balakrishnan in you tube.
P.S If any female who reads this blog , do not worry I will not rape you now just because I have grown a moustache, if only I will be double conscious now for the pride of my moustache
Daku : Well have to admit it this time. Dakus are known for their moustache. But again one must realize that in old bolly movies most dakus were Thakurs and Thakurs were treated as Thakurs only because the moustache they sported. In real world, there are two bandits in India who are renowned for their honorable acts. Veerapan and Phoolan. One sported one and the other one ( actually could not ) , probably that the reason phoolan surrendered realizing that without the manly moustache she could have never have fulfilled the professional demands
C***** - It is not that I am using it for my female blog followers but it is because I am too embarassed to write about it. However I feel that the slang has been used by people who are prime examples of homo sapiens who do not have an opinion of them. They are faggots who fear that any other adjective they used could lead them to face harsher consequences.
Uncle & 2 Bacho ka baap : Again fail to understand the automatic connection ! and why 2 bachho ka baap ,why not 1 bache ka bap, or 2 bachiyyo ka baap ,or 1 bacha 1 bachhi ka baap or 1 bachi ka baap. This is totally ridiculous and too demanding. First of all you grow a moustache which needs regular maintenance in the form of regular visits to the nai ka dukaan and daily application of parachute coconut oil. Not to forget he extra time one needs to devote to take care of the moustache which I could have easily spent on an hour of morning sleep. To add to that you are burdened with the extra burden of finding a women to have sex and have bachhas and bachhis . I threaten people to avoid burdening me with such unreasonable demands from me or they would have to face dire consequence ( Rajni style )

P.S : I call my moustache Fu - Manchau if you wondering why the title :P

Disjointed analysis

2009 is a special year. I have written 48 posts in my blog till now. The last year I wrote so many posts was 2007 when I wrote 11 posts. I pondered yesterday night after counting the stats of my blog that what could be the possible reason for such unusual pattern of blogging. Gussao mat dude, I am your regular B school pass out who tries to dissect all kinds of data left, right and centre to find out if we could decipher some meanings out of it. These MBA types’ ostentatious ( wow finally I found a context for using the bhari bharmak word ) dudes I would tell you would try to dissect even the number of cups of chais people at office gulp and then try to co-relate how it is leading to lowering of productivity in office & what not. (Which might not be incorrect if you see: P?)
So if I tabulate the number of blog posts I wrote corresponding the number of years, the data points would follow as below : -
2005: 1
2006: 3
2007: 11
2008: 6
2009: 48
So if you look at it an overall golden collection of 69 posts. And I have been I am old at blogging too. I have completed 5 long years; it’s so long that you have changed two colleges, worked at 3 jobs, switched home 5 times and have stayed with 14 flat mates. Actually it is 13 flat mates and 1 mom of a flat mate who stayed with us from January to November to hand-hold his 27 year old man-kid to bell the ugly CAT .The mean is 13.8 to be précis and aptly so since there are so many crappy posts that they do not deserve to be counted as 1
Now you might would look at this data carefully and try to excavate out various kinds of hidden meanings but my all those data analysis courses teach me that look at data with a human touch and do not look at data as mere collection of random numbers. I mean why I posted so much in year 200X and not so much in 200y
2005: Well back then it was the obligatory thing to do introduced to me by my roomie at IIT who being a thorough computer geek (back then sometimes we called them compu studs – what arbitapa) warned me that this is the next big thing in the internet world. I believed him completely and fearing that I would be left behind in this big bad web world had to post my obligatory introduction post. Doing my bit I happily stayed away from blogging for the rest of the year
2006: Well, well an happening year. I wrote 3 posts. It was the year I fortunately broke up (God bless) and probably I thought that I would make my blog my personal diary and pen whatever thought comes to the Devdas. Surprisingly all my thoughts of the year got captured in 3 cumulative posts. Did somebody say that I lead pretty uninteresting life?
2007: The big leap. I think this might be a year when my blog took the big blog. 11 posts whew. My blog might have undergone the same feeling which Rahul Dravid might have felt after having hit a six for first time in his life. It was a year when I joined an unfortunate B school and you would wonder that I would have plenty of time in my hand (Any wannabe B schooler stop and don’t read believe in this post – B school life is tough and get prepared for it:P) This was also the year which reconnected me to movies and worse introduced me to an evil sport called badminton. Alas, I could not continue my writing form much the next year
2008: Well placements, recession, stress, CFA ( if you have not got the meaning they are all disguises of laziness )
2009: Yes I am back. And back with a bang. And it’s not just bang. Its bang bang bang every other day. And sincerely hope I find more interesting thing to write about (you might have realized by this post how difficult it is to conjure matters to write from a sedentary (I hope I am using the bhari bharkams correctly) life I lead: P.
BTW If you are more mathematically/statistically oriented the standard deviation is 19.48, the geometric mean is 6.24 and harmonic mean is 3.10. Figure out what meaning you can find and throw at my face.

WTF

So the much awaited news has come across today. Dravid has been axed from the upcoming ODI series against Australia at home. Although my interest in cricket has waned ever since the deluge of matches getting played between Delhi Blue , Alpha red, Negro whites and so on and so forth. Anyway, what else did Dravid think ? He is no AB to make a comeback and find people awaiting his movies with same adulation. I feel it must be so embarrassing for Dravid, it is like teachers making a student flunk because of personally prejudice even though he has done all things right. I mean was it not Dravid who had been hailed as a great thinking captain post his 16 or was it 17 successful run chases. Of course it was before we had the advent of the circus called T20 with monkeys dressed in color clothing let loose to leer at inadequately clad cheer girls ( whose clothes I am sure will get converted to biknis as soon as the interest of people will start to whither from this form of cricket too). And why Virat Kohli has been left behind ? Youngistan, eh , young blood – to me he is nothing more than bad blood.

 

Meet John

John is 23. He hails from Jharkhand. Actually he is fro man bazaar, a small province in West Bengal.

'Wahan kuch tha hi nahi – waha rehta to naxal wale utha ke le jaate – to baap ne yaha bhej diya – hum adivasi hai '. He says the last few words in a very subdued tone fearing that I might throw him out of his occupation on the basis of caste. On assurance that I would throw him out only if he does not cook well, he smiles, with his teeth barely visible.

He came to Gurgaon 5 years ago in search of jobs along with his brother. Both brothers work in 6 places morning to evening. He does not have any holidays Sundays or Saturdays. Each place they on an average earn around 1500 Rs. They keep around 2500 Rs for themselves and rest he sends home back to Jharkhand. I didn't ask him why and whom he sends back the money.

He does not send his money back using a money order. He has a close group of friends, an one among them goes back to Jharkhand once a year. All the other friends will give that person them the money for rendering it their parents or wives back in the village. Sometimes on the way from train they get looted. Those are the worst days for the entire community. I am reminded of Dr Prabal sir's classes of micro finance

He did not know cooking while he came here. Initially both the brothers came here to work as household servants. Slowly they realized that it was far more hardwork, less honorable and less profitable profession. The aunty of the house where they worked taught one of the brothers cooking – the normal stuff parathas, rotis , sabji , omelettes. John was a quick learner. He learnt it quickly and passed on his experience in cooking to his brother. Now with his cookery lessons and little experimentation he is able to cook decent food. He says he is happy now – he is able to save little money for himself also. 'Thoda apne liye bhi paise ho jaate hai '

'Kya karta hai paiso ka '

' Picture dekh leta hoon – kapde wagarah kharid leta hoon'

' Girl friend nahi hai tera ' – I ask him in an amusing tone

'Nahi – girlfriend nahi hai ' – he replies back with some thought ' Hum logo ka girl friend kaha hota hai '

He likes hearing FM radio in his second hand mobile phone while cooking. He has a second hand mobile phone with a pre-paid connection. Whenever he needs to contact owners of any of the places he works he gives a missed call. I by chance picked up one of his call and immediately I could sense the trembling in his voice for his mistake for not cutting the line off at the right moment. I felt very bad that day. When I returned back I gave him a 10 Rs note as a bakshish to make myself relieve of the guilt.

He does not know to cook the different delicacies. He knows to cook only the normal sabjis , rotis and parathas. In break fast he knows preparing sandwiches and poha. But he is a keen learner and sometimes I would ask my mother to give him cooking lessons over the phone and he would try to replicate them. Whatever he cooks he cooks with his full soul and heart. To make him feel good we told him that he has the full freedom to run the kitchen as he wants and it is also his duty to keep the kitchen as he would keep it at home. He likes this fact a lot and makes sure that the kitchen are spotless clean.

He has a bicycle. He shares it with his brother. Sometimes he says goes for long trip on his bicycle with his brother near the huge malls

' Andar nahi jaata'

' Nahi humko ghoosne thodi denge' – he says unabashed .

I feel bad hearing this.

Sometimes I take him to reliance fresh for shopping groceries and vegetables. They joy of his face is a thing to watch when he would judiciously pick the right aloo and the right bhindi . He would feel bad when I would refuse him to carry all the baggages and I would act adamant that I would carry half the load. He feels it strange that being the ' malik' I should carry load.

In a small but significant way John has contributed my comfortable life here in Gurgaon. And I must also not forget that we both share the same link. We both hail from the same state and have come for the search of our own destiny in an alien place called ' Gurgaon'.

Somebody is peeved

The committee is bloody racists

Life like that V – Living in Gurgaon

Since the day I came to Gurgaon my sister who stays in Rohini in Delhi has maintained a ritual. She would call me every Friday morning asking me whether I would come to visit her. On many weekends I would be travelling for official work and some weekends I would just not want to meet any body. Those weekends would be spent by me just lazing around, catching a movie at the nearest multiplex in mornings after a heavy breakfast and following the movie would be a elongated siesta . So every Friday morning I would wait for a call from my sister and inevitably she would call me at around 12:00 PM. I would then disconnect her phone and call back to her since my company pays for my phone bills. This is how one of the conversation would go along as I would refuse to come to her place.

'Bubai'

'Haan
bolo'

'Aaschis' ( Are you coming today in a guilty tone – probably feeling guilty at calling her manager brother at office hours and interfering with his work oblivious to the fact that her brother is actually not so busy )

' Naa didi kaaj aache ' ( Clearly lying )

' Hmm … kajer jone -kothai jaachis ? ) ( You are going someplace for official work )

'Na didi bike thik korabar aache' ( My voice at this time would start trembling afraid that my lie would be caught and she would understand that her little brother is feigning work – I have to get my bike repaired )

' Aacha – aasthis to bhalo hoto – Bhabchilam mutton banatam – toke khub pochondo na ' – ( ok in a disappointed tone – if you would have come it would have been better , was thinking of preparing mutton , you are so fond of it )

' Na didi arr kono baar - aacha chol aami rakchi kichu kaaj aache toke pore call korchi ( no did I have some work – ok chalo I will drop now have some work - I would say that even though I would have no work actually lined up for me )

'acha acha she would speak in a hurried tone sounding even more remorseful that she had spent so much time of her brother.

After those calls I would often feel guilty and would detest myself.

My sis had been married at the age of 23 and she has been struggling between housework and office. And, after my nephew was born her workload had just doubled. She would wake up at 6:00 in the morning and would sleep at 11:30 at night all throughout battling with a busy schedule, Weekends was her only time where she took some rest before my nephew arrived in this world, and now her weekends are fully involved in taking care of the my nephew – shopping for his clothes, his visits to the doctor , his vaccinations. Often her in laws would also come from Calcutta .Yet she did not mind increasing her work load by having me at her place. Even knowing all this her idiot brother would feign excuses for he has been living alone for some many years that family setting makes him feel bored.

Someone cares for you so much and yet you are never able to value that care . Confounds me , Why is life like that !

Karvachauth

Karvachauth is not a day when women worship their hubbies – it is a day when women repent for all the sins they have done to their hubbies.

Fultu original bullshit coined by me.

Crazy Finance

Most people hate Finance. 'Bada hi dull subject hai yaar' , is the probably the only response you would elicit from people who completely swear against it. But having associated with finance as a subject since last 2-2 and half years has made me understand that people from finance undoubtedly possess the best sense of humor among all industry practitioners' . We had two professors in our college who would crack satirical jokes with straight faces and quickly come back to shell, leaving at least some of the audience gasping to understand what the joke was about.

Around 2-3 weeks ago I came across the term 'Hot Waitress Economic Index' and I found the perfect inspiration for my post to display my male chauvinism . It is then Finance decided that we cannot leave men behind and hence a term was coined which is even more humbling to the male race - 'Men's underwear index.

Investopedia defines it - An unconventional measure of how well the economy is doing based on sales of men's underwear. The reasoning behind this measure assumes that men view underwear as a necessity (not a luxury item), so sales of this product should be steady - except during severe economic downturns, when men will wait longer to buy new underwear. The notable decrease in underwear sales is said to reflect the poor overall state of the economy. Conversely, when underwear sales pick up, the economy is considered to be improving

It is actually a little different from 'Hot waitress Economic index 'and if reflect it graphically it would represent something like this below – would attached the graph in evening as blogger is blocked @ office

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Diwali Rules !!

Not enough market visits

Not enough !

I do not like this couch , its not big enough for me

अंग प्रदर्शन

जूते : साली sandal कितनी बेशर्म है ! कितना अंग प्रदर्शन करती है

All in a day's work

Perhaps the picture attached is not very clear , but if you notice carefully you can find that the rickshaw marked in the picture is riding on 2 wheels. Saw this act by the rickshaw wala and could not resist myself taking the snap. It was interesting to find how much the rickshaw puller enjoyed doing his act. At the same time it made me realize that for some people , it is indeed not difficult to love the work they do yet you find so many people clamouring they do not like their jobs.
It was a pity that could not take a better snap of it beeing dark and equipped with a kam chalau camera phone

The Load of Education !!

Women Drivers

Lady ! Who told you your Santro was a hovercraft ?

This is what we call timing !!

Ohh God ! They took a snap of mine while I was having one of those bad days with stomach and now its history.

Just look at this idiot ! Somebody please tell him its not funny .

Small Talk

Fucking looser get a life ! Just because you finally have a camera phone does not mean you devoid me of all privacy

Prodigious children

Poonam Mahajan will contest for Ghatkopar West.

Rahul Mahajan will contest for a Swyamvar.

Non Veg

Reently went to Lucknow, and knowing that it is a place of the Nawabs my eyes lit up at seeing the caption of this banner stuck on a road way store on one of those typical hungry afternoons.



Rest as we all call it - another blog post

Rules of the game

Finally after my 1001st warning and 2501 request I had to resort to adoption of visual aids to help my deaf room-mates understaning how to live a civilzied life

Today evening I landed with three A4 size print-outs conveying messages which had been taught to us in our kindergardens

This went at the main doors

This went at the chest of my poor freeze

ya ya my wardrobe!!

I will keep you all posted if I could make any head way and I mean literally way to the heads

Fitting into Pokiri

Finally after an exile of 10 days from theatres I caught the newly released Sallu special ' Wanted'. I had been restless throughout my two days stay at my sister's place waiting to come over to Gurgaon to catch the movie. Actually I must admit it, having stayed away from home for 8 years now; I can safely proclaim that I have turned out to be a total misfit in surrounding which have even an inkling of semblance to convivial family environments. Of course you have the advantages of relishing home cooked food, but isin't home cooked food an over rated term any way.

But more of that later, lets come back to 'Wanted'

I had seen the English name alike of 'Wanted' released in 2008. That movie had very little sense apart from bullet traversing curved paths, lot of gory blood shot scenes and plenty of mindless action. All you sane people would have started raising eyebrows now of the quality of the movie, but somehow I could not resist myself from loving the movie

It is infact one of those movies you would watch when your mid terms or end terms are going on – to pump up yourself to study before some boring examinations. Roomie and I had seen plenty of such movies at the wee hours before an important paper.

Sallu Bhai's wanted is one movie of similar genre. This movie is of course copied ( sorry remake ) from 'Pokiri' of Mahesh Babu fame. The super hit Telugu version had created such havoc among the minds of the auto drivers in Hyderabad that it's songs blared at full volumes in almost all autos. In the beginning, when I was new to Hyderabad, I would on such occasions request the auto drivers to lower the volume, to which I would get such furious glances from the ravanas that my meek self would shiver with fear. Of course the auto drivers would put 100% attempt on his part to make myself further uncomfortable by refusing to give change for auto fares even though he could have filled a piggy bank with his changes. But as much as I tried to resist infusion of the pokiri spirit in me, slowly and steadily the fire caught me. People would still remember the pokiri shirt phenomena which had caught aftermath the cult movie in AP. And I must admit it , even I was tempted to fit into one of those shirt several times. It is then that I was informed by some tabloid that the remake of that would be made in Hindi. I had waited with lofty expectation ever since, and too be honest Sallu bhai did not let me down. The movie is a out-and-out paisa vasool . the numerous whistles I heard in advanced multiplex bear testimony to that part ( obviously you have to spare that the audience was dominated by the young Jats of Haryana on whom Deol family thrived. ). Apart from chest heavy Ayesha Takia to let you down slightly ( this movie should have definitely been made with Illeana ) , the movie is a must watch for all those people who still rely and have faith on mindless action to spur them. Move away Rajiv Masands and Taran Adarshs fo the world , and let only the brawn spirit guide you- go and watch this movie this week. And I must also thank Salman for enacting the movie – for any sane actor would turn all wobbly making a choice for the movie.

It's a clear bet than Dil Bole Hadippa any ways

Unk- Unk

Hello,

Today I was trying to search another friend of mine of your name. You name came in the search result in the first page. The boy friend you made in the training period was a mutual friend so probably your name appeared as the top few of the search result. The curious I started exploring your scrap book. In those days scrap books were accessible to all and the lock feature did not come to foray. I felt warm at heart reading the scraps of your friends who had written to you regularly despite knowing that you did not use Orkut anymore. I am feeling bad that I am not able to recollect your face clearly today. You should have uploaded a snap of yours.
From day 1, I dint like your mannerisms, your way of wearing the scarf, your idiosyncratic ways. You perhaps did not like my boorish ways or my diffident ways of interacting with you.All throughout those two month of 2005 you and I tried best to ignore each other's presence in the training room.

I remember being stuck in lunch table with you. It was uncomfortable, the time span seemed eternal. I would stealthily raise my eyebrows to find out if you were looking at me or expected me to start a conversation. I am sure you were doing the same.

Finally those two months ended. I came for my stint at Hyderabad and you were left back at Mumbai. I am sure my name might have never flashed through your mind as soon as I left Mumbai. I too forgot about you until the day I heard about the fateful accident you had while driving to Shirdi with your family. We got your news later that you have entered Coma and were in vegetable state. Our mutual colleagues would discuss about you, naturally shocked a few days after the accident. Rumors started floating that your brother wanted the ventilator to be taken off you as he was unable to tolerate your lifeless state. But as it often happens the rumors too subsided in a few days and our selfish selves soon got busy in our little lives.

I remember it was March 2006; we came to know that you passed away. We made ourselves believe that it was perhaps the best thing which could happen to you after the accident.

You might be wondering how I came to remembering you today and write a whole blog post for you again?

Before you met that accident you had made an Orkut profile. Those were the days; the Orkut phenomenon was actually taking off in the country. Of course we both did not exist in each other's friend list. We remained the unk-unk to each other.

Regards,

Mithun

Bombay plans

I know a blog is not a twitter , but just had to update this



17/09/2009

'The bait has been laid again for XLers in Mumbai'

'Khud- ka - kataou Mission would start within 25 mins from now'

Hot Waitress Economic Index

Having come across this term in the ‘financial term of the day ‘of investopedia.com, my mind wandered to a parallel context in the current market scenario.
Investopedia defines ‘Hot waitress Economic Index ‘-Directly doing a ctrl-c ctrl-v from investopedia.com


An index that indicates the state of the economy by measuring the number of attractive people working as waiters/waitresses. According to the hot waitress index, the higher the number of good looking servers, the weaker the current state of the economy. It is assumed that attractive individuals do not tend to have trouble finding high-paying jobs during good economic times. During poor economic times, these jobs will be more difficult to find and therefore more attractive people will be forced to work in lower paying jobs such as being waiters/waitresses.

It would have been interesting to calculate the index for India, but considering that the percentage of opposite sex working as waitress in India would be miniscule, our index needs to be modified a little
We would define an index Hot female B School Economic index

‘An index that indicated the number of hot chicks passing out of B school who are employed in salaries which are less than the average salary of the batch passing out of their colleges.’

Mithunopedia explains Hot female B School Economic index as



Traditional recruitment theory in B schools says that failure of recruitment of very hot females or females in general could be an leading indicator of how bad the economy is. When the economy is good and the cash flows of the companies are more stable, male bosses venture out by hiring hot chicks under then to keep their peers, them as well as their clients or customers in humor. It is when the economy faces a downturn, the male bosses realize that their own jobs lie in the peril and the management would least not be happy if their subordinates recruit pretty good for nothing dolls


All you feminists do not haste, raise your eyebrows and call me a MCP; there is truth in the fact above.

Men are Dogs

‘Yaar !! you have like a bike, a WagonR,and your office is only 5 kms away , Why do you need to take the shared Vikram auto every day to office ‘
‘They are crowded’
‘That’s my point- Why do you still need to take those’
My friend non-chalantly replied, ‘Because those Vikrams are crowded by cute call centre girls – if you are lucky there is a probability that you might be surrounded by 5 chicks all around.’
‘And what about suffocation ‘, I smiled
‘Crazy !!!‘ – sniff sniff – ‘ That’s suffocation of the best kind’

Five point some one - How not to mistake an IITian

‘Meet him; he works with me in Oracle. He is an IITian, Delhi IIT’ (The whole world calls it Delhi IIT and I had always preferred IIT Delhi) , my friend introduced me to his girl-friend who surprisingly was not bad looking.
‘Wow, cool, IIT, you must be very intelligent’
I kept my tongue tied as my tradition has been throughout my life, in front of neat looking girls and babbled in-coherently, clearly looking flustered
‘Well yes, I mean I was not bad at school and after luck has to play a big part you know ‘– I safely had put the whole blame of my being an IITian on the lady luck ( My escape line which I had been using successfully used since 2001 after I passed that fateful examination.)
‘Hey, I would go and check out the counter and see why are they taking so much time- you both site behind and hog the table case it gets occupied. Sundays are so much more crowded here.’
That left me and my friend’s hot friend (the last words framed by me actually made me chuckle recollecting an episodes of ‘Naughty America’ – I really am a dog. ) with nothing in common to talk. I tried to avert her furtive glances and fixated my views mechanically on the toddler on the table right of me – who was banging the empty coke can on the table, whereas his parents totally oblivious to this were completely involved among themselves. I for once slyly glanced at her, to which she smiled and as I as though hit by shock quickly looked the other side averting her look.
‘ So an Delhi IIT product ( she considered IIT as a manufacturing factory) , which hostel ‘
Oh no I know where it is leading – not again ‘Nilgiri, I replied – IIT Delhi hostels are named after mountains ‘
‘ Oh yes , like Kumaon’ – The idiot Chetan Bhagat had perhaps managed to brand Kumaon so high in the minds of non IIT Delhi pass oust that , fresh entrants would now have probably started giving preference of Kumaon hostel first before the branches. ‘ So you must have read 5 point some-one – of course you must have its your story ‘
And here came the dreaded question – ‘ No I have not ‘, I replied in I do not know why guilty tone.
‘You must ‘– She ordered as if she was shell shocked – you would be able to relate so much more’. I at that moment wanted to strangle Bhagat and hang at the same gallows in which his illustrious name alike was executed before independence.
‘ Ya I will – I mean all say that it’s an IITian story , and I mean I am from the same college , so really did not find it important .Besides most of the facts mentioned in the novels are such blatant lies that masking them as fiction would be preposterous. ‘
‘Umm- I don’t know why S has yet not returned back’ she snapped (She clearly seemed offended by my branding her only read literature with such coarse words)
Obviously that was my last conversation with her the whole evening and all plans of reenactment of the movie ‘unfaithful’ went for a toss.

P.S: After countless encounters like the incident above due to that miscreant Bhagat, I finally faced his master – piece today and completed it in 3.5 hrs. Exactly how long it takes to complete a long over drawn Bollywood movie. For most past I breezed past it and actually enjoying it like a typical Hindi movie goers does. One submission though, with the CGPA word making an appearance in every page of the novel –people might think that it is the most used term by an IITian. It’s not – apart from the first and last semester the term remains oblivious for most of the time in the four years

Flying

A tick against one of the item of my wish list
‘To fly or at least give a semblance of flying’

Life just like that - IV

If you are really free with nothing to do, if you are alone at your home, if you do not have electricity at home, if it's raining and you too feel nostalgic at home like I do, if you have a data card with you, if you still remember the password of your first email account, then do check that account and recollect those old emails. I am sure it would make you feel warm at heart after a very long time. I just had one of those magical experiences today

    A few years ago there used to be a portal called rediff.com and every mortal Indian used to have an account with it. But slowly with the advent of the gmails , orkut and facebooks of the e-world rediff somehow effaced out of context. Interestingly if one compared the UI of the yesteryear's Rediff and the current one one could markedly see that the login box which was so prominent is replaced by a sign in button on the extreme right corner. Probably they too realized that they could not compete with the googles of the world and emails went out of context.

So today out of nowhere I suddenly realized that I had a rediff account too , I enthusiastically explored my old account. And hoping across the emails I found mails written by me to my father and his reply to those emails. I have just copy pasted the emails in this forum. While reading them just remember that I was 18 , had an absolutely shit writing speed and I wrote those emails in the comp of the person who brought the first computer in our batch and there was always 10 people on queue to jump over to his computer.

 

hello baba,

 i am very well over here . i did not need so much of money but any way i will any way need it in the next semester for paying the mess dues . any way baba i have made my reservations done . the price of tickets have increased , it has gone to rs 421 from rs 383 . i have my reservations for 4 th of may . i will reach there by the 5 th . yesterday i had chatted with dada , felt good , and i longed to return back to jsr , but any way i will be reaching back only after 1 month . my mid sem brk ends today . from tomorrow i will be having my regular classes  starting . most of the students are returning after their hloidays , subba has also returned back . i do not think that i have any thing more to say ........

bye........

i spend holi well

bubai

If you smugly smiled at the last email read the mail below .

hello  baba,
i have submitted the form for booking the guest house for 2 rd and 24 th..   i could do fopr more days as we can book for 2 days only..   any way the room costs rs 260…..   and i made single room 2 b le b ed  any way they were saying that we   may not get also… as sopme professors are abt to visit iit…..   any way tell me when are u returning so that i ur way back also…. i can book the guest house…   topmorrow is saptami   and guess what i dint know it also…   actually saptami here has no special significance..   any bye….  i dont think that i have more to say
  bubai

I really do not understand why I committed so many spelling mistakes in this email or this was the only way I knew to write emails.

Baba had a classic reply to this email

Hello beta
Here's wishing you and  your friends a very Happy and Blissful Vijayadashami. May Goddess Durga bless  you with Peace & Prosperity in life and fulfil all your  wishes.I received your e-mail but i could not understand what you have written, you should check spelling etc., before mailing.book the guest house for 23rd oct and 29 oct positively.
rest is ok
Baba

Reading those email I longed to be 18 again and spend my first year at IIT back again. If you look back now, those illogical emails sound so much more logical now. And life would not have been bad if we had not turned so web savvy or perhaps life had just remained like that !!

Tongue twisters

One of my friend Bharat updated his status in Facebook “ is tired of reading his name Bharath “. Of course you will only get no prize for guessing it correct that the unfortunate soul is spending his first few salaries in a ‘metro’ called Chennai. Now if try to do an analogy on myself, my name has been miss-spelt by one and all from all parts of the country

Hyderabadis would spell me

Midun Pande , Midhun Pandae , Mitun Panday

Mumbaikars would spell me

Mithun Pande definitely and this included my ex GF for a long period of time until I asked her to either dump me, ask to get dumped or spell me properly. But they of course have their excuses of being lived their whole lives with the Deshpandes of the worlds.

Bongs would pronounce me

मिठुन and I would remind them each time that it is मिथुन . Unfortunately they would all agree with me, nod their heads , swear to pronounce it right next time and pronounce मिठुन next time around

Punjabis from Punjab would definitely pronounce me पान –दे.

Observing all these and with my name being no tongue twister I wonder how they would spell/ pronounce Czechoslovakia.

Latest Whim

I just have to somehow complete this course
http://hundredpushups.com/index.html

letting yout self down

I have let myself and somebody down

its so important to close down things the same day

i know this blog cannot be a personal rambling but i write this to sign off that FROM NOW ONWARDS I WILL ALWAYS ALWAYS CLOSE THINGS DOWN THE SAME DAY

Comeback

Since i comeback to blogging after so many days , my current thought is that the the business i am in is all about justifying numbers

Generally thoughts

The first day I checked into indismart hotel , i called my admin to find out the amount i am eligible for while i am in tour. Interestingly the per day rent over here is more than what i pay for my monthly rent in gurgaon[:O]

6th TERM XLRI

I don’t know whether this can be branded as a sixth term effect or it can be termed as indolence but something happens to students when they reach their final terms. I mean normally I am not a person who would disrespect a teacher, display any act of good student behavior (CP? ) or misbehavior ( attracting undue attention ). More often than not I would be present in the class almost as if I did not exist. On most occasions it would be a deliberate attempt to make myself inconspicuous by choosing to sit in the corner seat of the right corner of the class (that’s my favorite seat in any classroom). But cometh the last term a sudden transformation took place in me. I would go to classes invariably without a notebook because I never had anything to write in any class any way in the sixth term (the courses were selectively chosen). Now all the background of the blog is to mention a specific incident which took place in the final term

One such incident took place in the financial market course. The course instructor is a fresh fellowship graduate student from ISB so you could well imagine what respect she commanded from us. Any way one of the lectures this is how an incident unfolded. I was playing cricket in my outdated nokia phone, which has such disrespectable features that I am chided very frequently to be seen with that phone. In fact my phone is so outdated that I myself do not know its model having long forgotten the model make. But that day somehow I found the stupid game in the phone far interesting than the boring lecture imparted by the instructor. I was incidentally sitting in the second bench that day as the instructor made it a point to call people to the vacant first benches. Any way she spotted me fidgeting with my cell phone but somehow kept ignoring my act

Once when she was delivering something I actually asked a doubt to her raising my eyebrows, to speak to her all the while my hands fixed on the cell phone keys and after having asked the question I continued playing with my cell. My neighbor nudged me saying that at least pay attention to listen to the answer of the question you have yourself asked. I turned at him with a smile saying that the teacher did not mind because I was paying attention also (multitasking). The teacher however I guess found it offensive and directed her attention towards me

Teacher; are you listening or are you busy SMSing Mithun?

Me ; Mam I am …(hesitantly and very innocently ) not SMSing , I am just playing ( sheepishly with a grin :D )

The whole class got into a laughter obviously and the teacher felt embarrassed.

Finally of course she had the final laugh screwing my grade for the course, but as they say once you are in the sixth term nothing really matters apart from placements J

Purple maze

I have been working on the layout and look on my blog. Actually since the last few weeks I have been switching between the various templates offered and could not agree on a single one. But I guess I like this new template of mine. I feel its more elegant and simplistic. I have always preferred combinations like white in black background. There is only one thing which I do not like is that the about me part comes at the lower bottom and I would prefer it in the top right corner. After banging my head over for quite some time I left it alone , which is actually my nature of leaving things alone when they get too fussy. ( An apt description about the word " light lena ").

I also changed the name from "Geeks do not lie " to " Purple maze" .  I got attracted to purple maze for two particular reason

1) I have a perception that the word Purple has a royal feel to it and it feels good on my ears

2) I feel that the phrase Geek does not suit me any more 

PS : I watched this play called " Love in December " on Gullu's advice and there is only one word for it AWESOME

Yahoo and it briefcases

I received this message today on my yahoo email account. ( ya you guessed it right , I am trespassing the limits of timepass , i am actually reading so called spams ). Interestingly I never ever knew that yahoo actually provided with something called briefcase before this !

Dear Yahoo! Briefcase user,

We will officially close Yahoo! Briefcase on March 30, 2009. Until then, we are offering you the opportunity to download your files back to your computer. You need to take action before we close, after which any files remaining on Yahoo! Briefcase will be deleted and no longer accessible.

To access your Yahoo! Briefcase account, click the link below:

http://in.briefcase.yahoo.com/ 

If you are a Yahoo! Briefcase Premium subscriber, your current subscription will be cancelled on March 30, 2009. We will refund the unused portion of your Premium subscription, if any. The refund will appear as a credit via the billing method we have on file for you. So please make sure that your billing information is correct and up-to-date. For more information, please visithttps://billing.yahoo.com.


For additional information or to review a list of our frequently asked questions, click the link below:

Briefcase Help

We sincerely appreciate your being a Yahoo! Briefcase user.

Sincerely,

Yahoo! Customer Support

Buddy

My Best Buddies in XL :) 

gtalk messages urf Vella panti

Since the last few days I have started reading a few blogs and I came across of two people who had created a post out of status messages. Well I guess I its time for me too write a blog on similar lines for it might turn out to be a interesting exercise.

( for all it might be I might not actually continue with it for there are around as many drafts in my blog as there are posts :) )

Ritwik : inter vs United : 10.109.7.22:222 ( Ok the boring one ! )

Arindram : Players are temporary , the game is forever ( bullshit in the mask of philosophy )

Shruti bardia : the circle of life ... ( Why so intellect madam !! )

Bharat Satija : I used to care but things have changed ( 2009 b school placement effect ?)

Bhumika : Boo !! ( the less said the better )

Saket : Testimonial written for me and some link ( somethings are left better unsaid !)

Saurabh Gupta : The greatest trick devil ever played was to convince the people that he did not exist ( He looked alright while he was in college , probably IIMB gave him a rude awakening )

Vijay baby - 2 oscars ARR ( He is a factual guy !! )

Krishanu : there is always hope ( probably high on ganja , hope that he might find some more ganja )

Abdul : recommends " Boiler room " ( now thats useful, will definitely act on the recommendation tomorrow )

Indranil : Feeling nostalgic for the great times i spend here with friends @ XL..wish i could relive some of those moments ( you are an fpm candidate you would stay here any way after we go :D !! )

rajkumar : Jai ho !! ( come out of it dude !! )

Akshay Rajgopal : Black ! ( black what , hole , sheep , mail, out what what ? )

Siddharth : 4 lectures now ( now that's a student speaking !! )

Utpal : Busy | the world has grown so bad that wrens make prey where eagle dare not perch ( two things , i dislike this style of two status messages , secondly its getting too philosophical )

Ohh shit there are a few more , but I am feeling too sleepy to continue with it, plus these people are all idle so their status messages do not count. Waise at the end of it i feel that i have written such an uninteresting blog that even i would not read it again even for checking spellings :D

Blog address

I am in a dilemna 

I like the look and feel for the look of a wordpress blog 

I am also attached to my blog where I post very infrequently 

Testimonials

Well I had been feeling bad ever since the testimonial portal opened up and ever since the deadlines for   testimonials kept extending for my laziness but today I have shed all laziness and written straight 14-15 testimonial. But actually it was difficult for me to write a testimonial for I was out of wits what to write 

For instance should I write all sugary like something below

" He is a very good natured , hardworking guy. He has a great mind apart from a great heart "

I mean one of the XL er actually compiled all the testimonial written for him and put in his blog and the blog link as the status messages. All his testimonials were composed of similar sugary stuff. Well that's OK but I failed to grasp that if he finds his torn and tattered year book 10 years from now in his old trunk would he care to even smile at such sugary comments. Plus the other thing is that I feel that it is totally a gay feeling to write such mushy comments about some body.

So at last I decided to go with the flow and write whatever comes to my mind the first thing I start writting about him be it hindi or english, be it slang or vocabulary stuff, be it sensible or non sensible

PS : I think i have done a decent job writting the testimonial albeit some people would not approve of some of the comments but again I am sure people will have a smile at my testimonials 10 years from now :)

You

You don't look beautiful any more

Your words do not look sweet anymore

Your thoughts don't trouble me any more

I don't feel the need of you any more 

Photo Upload - Discrimination

When girl uploads a photograph we have comments like you look cute , so sweet , gorgeous coming up !!!!

When a guy uploads a photgraph he is constantly showered with comments, placement ka kya haal hai, companies aa rahi hai :D

Roger !

Roger Roger Why did you loose  ?

You just took away the hope that everything can turn out to be the same again !

Planning

Sometimes not planning can be the best plan you can ever make !

J.O.B

While I was coming to XLRI , my HR manager advised me 

                 " Don't join any company which offers you something which spells J O B"

I did not know he was telling that sarcastically !!!