PURPLE MAZE

Married

2011-09-04T11:43:00.001+05:30

One Sunday morning

I : Wife , I feel guilty of having seeing you doing household chores through out Sunday mornings while I am not able to contribute

Wife : Lovingly and perhaps feeling good , you want to help me out with household work on holidays

I : No , I meant do not wake me up on Holidays , I can not see you working on holidays , its better I wake up when you have done all of it !! :D

IIPM

2010-12-03T15:36:00.003+05:30

Murphy’s law

2010-09-23T16:35:00.001+05:30

" When you start looking for a job , you will always find the prospective jobs requiring one more year of experience than what you have "

Damage control

2010-09-16T21:49:00.000+05:30

Facebooky

2010-08-26T15:41:00.001+05:30

Facebook wants me share news with my flat mate through scribbling on his wall

Forgetting

2010-08-22T03:39:00.002+05:30

Love is so short, forgetting is so long

Pablo Neruda

It’s one of those days, when you are suddenly reminded of her.
You try to trace back…
Trace back the idea which seeded her thought with you
You try hopelessly to recall but
It was not the cause of the thought you are worried of.
Are You bothered why you suddenly remembered her. ?
You don’t long for her.
She is gone.
Long gone to nowhere,
You could never reach her.
Do you remember her voice?
Do you remember her smell?
May be you don’t
May be you do…

Quips

2010-03-05T19:14:00.001+05:30

Do you not expect every DPS RKP pass-out to have their MMS ?

Status Quo

2010-03-05T19:10:00.001+05:30

In last two weeks all my Facebook news feed were flooded with miss you messages. If you want to predict what the messages were – I would not bet against you wrong guessing. "I will miss XL messages "had finally transformed into "I will miss XL: My juniors from XL had finally passed out from college with some cushy jobs and magnanimous dreams about how they will storm the world their raw awesomeness. But experienced soul like me can easily predict how soon they will start getting disillusioned and hate them for the work they will do throughout the rest of lives to earn their livelihood. They will soon transform into managers.

But let me not divert here

That is not what I wanted to blog !!

I wanted to blog how people always miss things

While I passed out from school – all my friends decided " we will not lose touch " and shouted vociferously " Those were the best days of my life "

While I passed out from my engineering college – all my friends decided "we will not lose touch "and shouted vociferously "Those were the best days of my life "

While I passed out from my MBA college – all my friends decided "we will not lose touch "and shouted vociferously "Those were the best days of my life "

WTF , Even when I left Oracle – my team mates including my boss wanted to make me vociferously shout "Those were the best days of my life " !!!

We miss things, ya we miss things . And sometimes I feel we miss things because we feel good imagining we miss things. It like people live happily, eat happily , sleep happily and if opportunity avails have sex happily and then suddenly out of blue they will shout " I miss XYZ"

And there are moments when people start missing absolutely fucking unexplainable things like

" I miss Sachin batting like when he used to in twenties " !! knowing even that he is in thirty and neither Sachin or he has a timemachine

" I miss Ganguly " even though he or she would cry aloud demanding the God to have him dismissed each time he came batting

"I miss Maradona even though he or she would never have seen a maradona"

" I miss Madhuri Dixit "

If it all people realized that people do not miss things actually but love having the feeling that they are missing something to provide some twinge to their heart

My Fu - Manchau

2009-10-20T23:25:00.004+05:30

"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

2009-10-16T00:52:00.000+05:30

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

2009-10-15T13:53:00.001+05:30

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

2009-10-12T22:38:00.001+05:30

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

2009-10-10T09:58:00.001+05:30

The committee is bloody racists

Life like that V – Living in Gurgaon

2009-10-09T15:34:00.001+05:30

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

2009-10-09T15:33:00.001+05:30

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

2009-10-09T10:37:00.001+05:30

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

Diwali Rules !!

2009-10-05T21:50:00.000+05:30

Not enough market visits

2009-10-05T21:49:00.000+05:30

Not enough !

2009-10-04T10:32:00.000+05:30

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

अंग प्रदर्शन

2009-10-04T10:12:00.003+05:30

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

All in a day's work

2009-10-04T00:28:00.005+05:30

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 !!

2009-10-02T00:23:00.000+05:30

Women Drivers

2009-09-24T00:23:00.002+05:30

Lady ! Who told you your Santro was a hovercraft ?

This is what we call timing !!

2009-09-23T23:56:00.002+05:30

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

2009-09-23T23:48:00.004+05:30

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

Prodigious children

2009-09-23T13:41:00.001+05:30

Poonam Mahajan will contest for Ghatkopar West.

Rahul Mahajan will contest for a Swyamvar.

Non Veg

2009-09-22T21:27:00.003+05:30

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

2009-09-22T20:25:00.007+05:30

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

2009-09-22T01:27:00.002+05:30

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

2009-09-17T23:29:00.002+05:30

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

2009-09-17T15:25:00.002+05:30

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

2009-09-16T22:44:00.012+05:30

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

2009-09-15T09:58:00.002+05:30

‘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

2009-09-09T00:41:00.003+05:30

‘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

2009-09-06T21:49:00.001+05:30

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

2009-09-03T23:10:00.001+05:30

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

2009-09-03T20:22:00.002+05:30

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

2009-07-19T18:11:00.000+05:30

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

letting yout self down

2009-05-19T23:30:00.002+05:30

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

2009-05-14T21:26:00.002+05:30

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

2009-05-14T21:17:00.003+05:30

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

2009-03-01T00:37:00.000+05:30

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

2009-02-27T13:44:00.002+05:30

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

2009-02-25T14:53:00.002+05:30

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

2009-02-25T10:49:00.001+05:30

My Best Buddies in XL :)

gtalk messages urf Vella panti

2009-02-25T03:10:00.004+05:30

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

2009-02-25T03:06:00.002+05:30

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

2009-02-25T02:48:00.002+05:30

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

2009-02-23T15:48:00.001+05:30

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

2009-02-10T01:01:00.001+05:30

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 !

2009-02-04T10:24:00.000+05:30

Roger Roger Why did you loose ?

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

Planning

2009-02-03T19:11:00.000+05:30

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

J.O.B

2009-02-02T23:54:00.000+05:30

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 !!!

Life is just like that - III

2008-10-26T15:17:00.000+05:30

Now it has been a year since I had been trying to write something funny. And believe me it has been damn difficult for me to write something funny now. Aisa, nahi hai, that it was not difficult before but earlier I used to inspire myself to write funny. For sometimes I will just observe people to spot something funny. Well actually had a strong reason then to be funny. Had a girl friend then and would write or think something funny for her and her friends ;) who would visit the blog. Of course the relationship did not last long , to teach me that people like me are best left alone :D , and so my number of blogs also remained small devoid of a captive readership. But I presume that I have over her enough to write something for myself J.

Ok any ways , One instance I remember when I came to know of a friend of mine who got dumped by his Sardarni girl friend ( Of course he did not proclaim that, it was insider information). I mean it was bound to happen. It would be really difficult for my friend to keep a sardarni long as a girlfriend, notwithstanding her “real assets”. I mean it is OK to eat pastries for indulgence but prolonging relationships with them is bound to lend you those extra fats. Similarly a Sardar is and should be left to manage Sardarni’s and there is no point lesser mortals with brains to deal with them. Of course the girl friend had her reasons

“ Mere gharwale nahi chahte hai mai kisi Sardar ke siwaye kisi ko apni jeevan sathi banau “

Ya I mean she is right , birds of the same feather flock together and should flock together.

But I somehow found their situation funny and my knack of spotting humour made me look at that situation. This is how one such conversation with him went

Friend : “Uski galti nahi hai , shayad meri hi galti ho “

Me: (Disinterested) Shayad ( As if I cared)

Friend : But she told me , she loved me but she din’t want to be with me just

Me : Hmmmm ( Ya probably she thought you as the neighbour’s kid whom she found lovely to look at but found shit in her hand when she hugged the kid)

Friend: Kya mai handsome nahi hoon, does not she find me attractive enough

Me : Nahi yaar (lying to him ) ladkiya nahi dekhti aisi ( If she tried to find beauty in you she might as well start looking solid literature in internet blogs ). They look for a understanding nature , one of my female friend told that to me ( she actually told that to me and I knew from the grin on her face that she was lying straight-faced )

Friend : Fir kya hai !! I feel like killing myself

Me : don’t talk like that !By the way you owed me 2000 Rs, is it possible you can pay me soon ( Not taking chances) say today evening

Friend : Le liyo yaar…tu sale emotion ke time paiso ki baat mat kar….

Me : Nahi nahi aisi baat thodi hai . Tera flat ka kiraya kitna hai…I am looking for a place to live.

Friend : Yaar g**nd maarna band kar ….mai suicide nahi karne wala

Me : J - felt proud averting a suicide and reminding him the money …well actually I knew that he would have not committed suicide .Even I had one such momentary emotional blast after my break-up , but that same day went to a very good restaurant and ordered good chicken kebab with beer to remind me that life is too good to forego for love .

Well FYI my friend got over her soon and started living a happy life soon with no regrets. He got into IIMI and is wasting his time in the second year like me , feeling nervous about recruitments like me in the aftermath of the financial crisis ( But more of the recruitments in the next post)

Minority

2008-10-22T10:05:00.000+05:30

"“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”

A few days ago one of my very close friend who is a "bihari" very unexpectedly commented "Kolkata me kuch bhi karo, waha ke bengali kuch nahi bolenge". by "kuch bhi" they meant create a nuisance the bengalis are too afraid to retaliate. Well I felt bad, yes bad because I am a Bengali but more so it made me question that are we really bestowed with such genes that we refuse to "pay back: people what they should deserve or they don't deserve. Well actually I feel bad even some body comments against the "bihari" race, even though I don't have any descendants from the "esteemed" race. But things don't stop getting strange here itself. Why do I feel bad when I see people talking against South Indians when I know for sure that I am not remotely related to any south India. And the end of it I do not know but I feel uneasy when people comment that "muslims" are the reasons for all the trouble in India.

But after the incidents of continuous attacks on he biharis in Bombay and Maharasthrian regions confirmed me one thing , that beeing "darpok" is not the reason we pardon the mistakes of the biharis in West Bengal and avoid skirmishes. I acutally congratulate every Bengali in West Bengal for their tolerance . For as of now I understand the majority coming together to inflict the minority is definitely not "bravery". For let's keep the underlying "popular" assumption that we Bengalis are physically and mentally weak for their satisfaction, yet a handful of us could easily outnumber and overpower against the minority there . Isin't the same thing happening in Maharasthra ? What makes the MNS activists think that they have the right to do everything in Maharasthra just because they are the majority there ?

Well actually we humans are a unique stupid race. We find reasons to trigger hatred when there ar'nt any . We try inflicting others not when we are strong but when we know we are weak. A friend of mine once commented that the only solution to the terrorists attacks is to kill all the muslims or throw them out of the country. But will the solution end there ? What can be gurantee that the hindus won't start fighting against each other. Isin't the incidents in mumbai a testimony to that. God knows we will start the caste wars. We would start what they call in marketing start " segmenting" ourselves !

P.S - I normally refrain from writting such posts but the thing had been brooding on my mind for such long time that I fel that the post could give vent to it

Lady

2008-06-26T18:30:00.000+05:30

This post can be surely dedicated to Rohit's post for I would not have remembered this incident had I not read Rohit's post
This was the day of the alumni meet in Mumbai. It was a good night , vibrant and lots of booze although I refrained from filling myself with a lot of it on the fear that I would not be in my senses to come back. The two friends of mine accompanying me were any way of no use , for one of them is such a useless drunkard that he would sleep in the drinking table when a hot chick would be serving him drink ( I hope the person in charge reads this .) . The other friend who accompanied me was not so bad but that night this person was too found in the corner drunk gaping at the roof with his mouth so open that it appeared that he was asked to play the statue game . Any ways so it was upto my responsible self to carry the myself and the other two poor self to the Sevaniketan hostel.
As we stuffed ourselves into the tax , the two of my other friends quickly dozed off with one of them thrusting his head on my shoulder . In order to distract myself and to prevent myself from sleeping I plugged my ear to the newly purchased ipod ( which unfortunately I lost in Mumbai itself ) .
I guess that it would have been 20 minutes in the taxi ( do not ask the time and place for you had to realize that I was also drunk albeit not asleep [:D]). Whatever at some distance I found my Taxi behind another Taxi, with an extremely beautiful lady in the most modern attractive clothes ( and by that I mean revealing clothes ) taking her head out of the window and crying profusely. Now she was attractive or might have appeared attractive ( Remember I was drunk and I could have suffered from mistaken identity ). but I felt bad , bad because I dint want her to cry . I mean at that moment it made me feel so heroic that I wanted to comfort her. However suddenly my taxi driver , don't know if he had seen that , speeded and soon overtook her .
Then started for me the cat and mouse game. I kept looking back trying to have a look at her. But soon our ferrari taxi driver lost him.
Ok i agree that my post does not have anything specially common with Rohit's post apart from a crying girl but I felt bad that day . I had that day the strange kind of feeling that I had done something which I should not have done yet there was nothing wrong in what I did. I imagined later on that I could always have stopped the Taxi and asked the lady what was wrong allthough the second part of mine argued that such acts are done only by characters from the movie.
Actually the event was one of such event which I had myself forgotten after that night but suddenly reading the above post enticed me to write the blog.

indulgence

2008-01-22T21:10:00.000+05:30

Actually since I have decided to write again hopefully, i now decide to write some more again

till i indulge myself into it, talking about indulgence, since the day my third term has started i have gone into a strange dose of indulgence in movies, that I have actually started confusing between movies. yet there is this strong lingering feeling that " it is not yet enough "

And,,,

2008-01-22T16:45:00.000+05:30

And by the way I believe I will restart blogging ...

I mean I don't want to stand as an example of the numerous bloggers who are suddenly struck by the urge of blogging and blog a few and disappear until they have forgotten their password for the blog

Why ?

2008-01-22T16:37:00.000+05:30

Have you undergone the a feeling of uneasiness at seeing some body happy ?

I have for a few days undergoing this experience a lot seeing someone happy and contended !

Junk continues!

2007-10-11T01:37:00.000+05:30

these few lines have been echoing my mind since 9 PM today

They are phonetic

they are rhythmic

they are idiotic

"in order to sustain

our mission

to establic ITC

as one of India's largest corporation

through world class performance

agribusiness has played an important role!"

Now when you speak wait and stress each bolded word and then pause

I have been doing it for a long time now and it is really funny

so much for a useless crap on a blog!

Happy Friendship Day

2007-08-05T12:31:00.001+05:30

Today is Friendship day, and since yesterday night I have been flooded with numerous friendship days messages as off liners in Yahoo and gtalk or scraps in orkut. Some even actually smsed messages to me wishing "Happy" Friendship day.

Few of the messages and corresponding emotions generated from me on receiving those messages are as follows

1) Hasraton se hum aapke raah saza denge , mohabbat ki daulat hum aap par luta denge , nahi sahi koi phul mere daman me , lekin aapke amad par hum palke bicha denge , Happy Friendship Day - Perplexed

2) Happy Friendship day scribbled 50 times in my scrap book - Indifference , one click to delete it

3) AF - Always friend BF - Best friend CF - Close friend DF - Dear friend EF - Ever friend FF - Forever friend GF - girl friend HF - Helping friend IF - Innocent friend JF - Jovial friend KF - Kind friend LF - Lovely friend MF - Merry friend NF - Naught friend OF - Only friend PF - Personal friend QF - Quiet friend RF - Rare friend SF - Special friend TF - Thick friendUV - Understanding friend VF - Valuable friend WF - Wonderful friend XF - Xcellent friend YF - Youth friend ZF - Zeal friendselect any 1 out of it for our friendship WISH U HAPPY FRIENDSHIP DAY........ one more click yet amazed at the stupidity of the message creator

4)THIS FRIENDSHIP IS NT ONLY TILL 2DAY..... BT 4 THE COMING FUTURE...........SO ITS A PROMISE FROM ME THAT I WULD B UR FRIEND TILL LYF ENDS -- Did I ask you your promise ?

5)Wish u a Happy World Best-Friends week. Send this 2 all your good friends, and even me if I am 1 of them. C how many u get back. U r lovable if u GET 7... This was actually smsed to me at 2:30 in the afternoon while I was sleeping and it startled me up for a few seconds , Anger

6) Simple plain "Happy Friendship Day" send as offliner -- Bored !

And as I post this message I get another scrap for Happy Friendship Day with some elaborate scribblings which care less to read :)

A Little more junk!

2007-07-22T18:15:00.000+05:30

Last week our marketing professor claimed that he never uses a cell phone. This plain fact in fact made many of my classmates look bewildered but to me it just led to the dawning of the realization that my own humble self has been disconnected from the mobile world since last week or two. And to be honest I have been really enjoying my stint away from a device which has made the humans slave to the device which claims it to be the medium of quickest access. But stop and look back, does a medium like Internet or cell phone really serve a worthwhile medium for networking? Does a forward message both by a cell phone or Internet emails really makes you jump with excitement and eager as a yesteryear's medium of letter did.

No wonder it would seem implausible in the present context to imagine a world without cell phones. But a few years ago such a world really existed. And I consider myself really lucky as well as unlucky to have witnessed the advent of cell phones. Back when I was in first year, I am reminded of one of my immediate senior flaunting his Nokia 3310 in front of a bunch of damsels, and acting nonchalant at the same time as if to give an impression to the onlookers that he was actually born with a cell phone in his right hand while his left hand clung to his mother’s umbilical cord. In fact flaunting a cell phone in those days could be compared to my grandpa flaunting a Lambretta to the next door jealous neighbour. Probably if we narrated our grand kids how owning a cell phone was a status cult in 2001 they would probably laugh hysterically puzzled at the lameness of such a proposition.

Coming back to where I started not having the cell phone reminds me of the good old days when people in hostel used to rush to the Public announcement system when they received a call from their family. I remember vividly how we used to queue in the STD booths like a ritual everyday. Most of the gossips floated in college used to emanate from those long queues. Probably back then in XLRI, it would have been the places where PMIR or OB meetings would have taken place. Whatever time which remained was used to hurl innocuous obscenities at those "mashooqs" who used to make long calls to their beloveds and occupy the booth for long hours. The female lovers( Sorry for using a very coarse adjective/noun like that but the next best thing which comes to my mind is hedonistic lovers or amorous lovers) after coming out of the closed enclosures making the calls would give sheepish glances at people who had been waiting for her tryst with love to end. The mashooqs on the other hand would have their chest swollen with pride that they had gone against the “jamana” and had done something worthy of love for his beloved.

Most of their conversations would sound something like this

“Bolo na”

( We would say to ourselves “Abbey jaldi jaldi bolna aunty ME 110 ke drawings karna hai , jaldi jaldi kata do uncle ko”)

“Kya bolu” after a very long gap, excruciating for both the lover and the people in the queue

“Kuch Bhi bolo”

( To this my devilish mind would impulsively flash the word in my minds white board clearly , “ Kuch bhi bolne bola hai to bol do tu C...... hai ”

“Tumhari awaaz kitni meethi hai “ ( Bloody lier !!!)

“Bolo na I love you”( Yuck how can these people be so lame )

“Nahi !!Baba koi sun lega “( As if she was princess Diana and the paparazzi crazy media had been ready to eves drop on her)

“Koi nahi sunega “ ( How did he know, was he using video conferencing !)

“Papa sun lenge , mamma bhi sun legi!!”. (Grr the people in the queue would grunt Agar papa mummy poorani baatein sun chuke hai to isko sunane me kya dikkat hai !)

And thus would continue their illogical conversation making our parents wait on the other line , puzzled what their wards had for dinner.

But if you look back now, picturing those phony conversations is so much more romantic then the conversations which today’s lover do with their cell phones huddled in unknown corners. And actually life would not have been so bad if things dint change the way they changed, or life had just remained like that!

Not another B School ranting

2007-07-21T00:26:00.001+05:30

Now that every one of my batch mates have started writing about their first few encounters with the rigours of B School life. I think that it was time even I started penning down my thoughts.
From today I want to start two things which I had left doing since many days, writing blogs and going to the gym.
Now that would sound a little odd to many people who belong to that genre who have been intimated of the rigours B school hardships, and I myself am not sure whether I would be able to continue with both for long. And unfortunately I am sure that it would be my gym regime which would stands to be a looser after a few days.
Here in XLRI, its too difficult and sometimes impossible to maintain a good fitness regime. Discounting the amount of potatoes which is served in the mess and the amount of ghee soaking the rotis served in the mess, the major difficulty one faces is to chalk out a plan to make it successful.
The major problem undoubtedly is the number of assignments and the number of classes we have to attend daily ranging from 8:30 in the morning to 9:15 in the evening. Although we have a 4 hours gap in the afternoon but that time is invariably spent on catching the lost sleeps over the previous nights. For example it has been 3 weeks since i had been sleeping at 3:30 to 4.00 in the morning and waking up at 7:30 and then gather myself to attend the classes at 8:30. Back then in IIT it would have much easier to do so, as in most courses we could enjoy the cushions of proxies and the professors over there invariably did not appreciate the logic of making people attend classes forcefully. Plus it was much easier to sleep in the classes back then with the huge lecture halls, but a place where the professors know your names by the 3rd or the 4th week things get a little more nasty. Any ways even if I cut down in the amount of the hours of sleep in the evening, i would have to restrain myself to succumb to the temptation of the evening snacks and the cup of tea. Now that is something which is very difficult to stay away from since I am a complete tea addict and even as I am writing this I am longing for a cup of strong tea.
Well to all those who were expecting a little more vivid of ranting of the b school life, well what did complains ever achieve, plus I have a economics paper next week and I have multitudes of chapters to do justice to.

What can God do it's so hot !

2007-05-12T16:05:00.000+05:30

God wakes up at seven, feels the heat of the sun stealing in from the window. Feels flustered. Wants to sleep more but can’t because of the heat. Wakes up and drags himself to the door to find the newspaper missing, Feels agitated again for unknown reasons, he had stopped reading newspaper after his interview, still strangely enough walks up to the door to search for the newspaper every morning. God shouts out loud to his half slept roommate that the idiot has not the delivered the newspaper even today. His roommate does not bother to respond back. He is too busy sleeping like a donkey.

What can God do its so hot !

Its 8 and God has brushed up . Thinks of going for this break fast to the nearby dhaba who delivers rock solid idlies in watery sambar.God chooses instead of making some coffee for himself, but finds the cup smelling eggs which God had used to making omelet two days before. God curses his maid. God has to go back to the water sambhar,but then changes his plan and thinks of going to the gym. Packs up and then suddenly goes to the bed to take a breather and soon finds himself sleeping. He sleeps perspiring heavily along for 2 hours, waking up suddenly realizing the India Bangla match must have started. Sees his roommate watching Asianet channel, Calls him maddu and what not and asks him to put on the match, which his roommate obliges strangely. God does not feel right. He wanted a banter with his roomie.

What can God do its so hot

Seeing sehwag already departed, with Dhoni playing like Dravid. Feels bored swaps channel to find Maywati happy in one of the news channel vanquishing her fellow politicians. Feels indifferent and finds Renuka Sahane teaching cooking in NDTV profit. Feels agitated at the appropriateness of such a serial , wants to to discuss with his room mate, who has again gone to sleep. God wants to wake him up but feels lazy, instead swaps to Start One with yet another great Indian laughter challenge episodes, with idiots narrating jokes which can only be termed as Pj’s among mature human beings. God is brimming with agitation and boredom now, comes back to cricket sees Dhoni and Yuvraj gone and finds Dinesh Mongia batting with his shots coming at angled bat. Feels indifferent again and swaps channel to see Tanushree Dutta with her thunder thighs in the movie ‘Good Boy and Bad Boy’ , feels turned on but his mood is spoiled by the red haired , Emran Hashmi. Confirm himself that Hashmi is gay and Tushhar Kapur is a dead man living. God is effused with boredom. God swaps to another channel, to come across the information, that India exports software to 100 countries across the globe and finds the hot host interviewing some blue eyed youngster , who all respond that they want to become software engineers. God is reminded of his own days in school when he was attracted by the artificial comfortable life of software engineers. God throws up.

What can God do its so hot!

Its 12 and God decides to eat. Fills himself with lot of rice , detesting the curries at the same time, at the nearby Andhra Dhaba and then promises himself to hit the gym in the evening to eat up all the calories brought up by rice. God is determined not to eat rice for a week more but knows his stomach would not agree to such plans made by his brains. God comes back with an ice-cream, his stomach has forced him to win over his brains once again. God is furious at himself having eaten the ice cream which stores up as much calories as running for 16 mins. God throws up hoping that his metabolism rate will take care of the ice cream

What can God to its so hot!

God comes back to his room. Thinks of sleeping. God has hardly slept for 15 mins , when he receives a call at 2:30 from a lady whether God was interested in the new hutch scheme. God is angered because of three reasons

Why does the evil women have to call God on holiday afternoons when God likes to sleep

Why was the evil woman speaking in Telugu?

Why is so damn hot everywhere ?

God hangs up the phone. God should save God now, he is brimming with agitation and anger. He needs solace.

What can God do its so hot!

God decides to provide some respite to himself from the the uneventfull drab day, God decides to blog, and then he realizes that he has nothing on his mind to blog. In such an restless state of mind , God closes his eyes and starts typing whatever he can think of. In between the pop up comes affront.

“Windows is finished downloading the updates, do you want to restart your computer for the updates to take affect.”

God clicks the restart now button and finds whatever he has written, has gone gone away unsaved.

What can God do its so hot!

Sunday afternoon Bheja Fry! Read at your own risk

2007-05-06T16:14:00.000+05:30

Before reading the blog, one humble declaration - This blog is not directed against any sector of community. Telugu is a national language, and it is as much mine as it is of any person who speaks it.

College ke is paar Hum duniya ko nachate hai

College ke us paar Duniya Duniya hume nachati hai

And thus spoke Amir Khan prophetically in Rang De Basanti!

Well I won’t say I danced to the tunes of life after college but things have definitely changed after college.
The last two years have been defining to the world in every sense of word. It has been the time when Himesh Reshammiya became a sensation from nowhere, a stupid old man Arjun Singh became the topic of abuse among the whole student fraternity, Aishwariya and Abhishek got married and India just coninued it’s string of failures in every sport. But more importantly I began working in an alient land.
I gave CAT in 2004, but even getting a 98.43 percentile with above 96 percentile in each section, I dint get a single call which kept me puzzled for a long time after I left college. I kept asking myself, what would have happened if I had not done that mistake. But if I look back now, that was the best thing that happened, because probably I would have taken that my next degree as another degree, but the break from the student life was a welcome breath of fresh air. And I definitely would enjoy my next phase of college more knowing how much I missed it after I started working. I must admit at the same time that I learned quite many things in last two years.
1) I understood Evadu, Ustunnava and Cheppandi ! I got calls at strange time with some telugu bastard yelling at me at 4 AM in telugu when the last night I had been drunk like a sponge. Some times this is how the conversation went

Telu Bastard: Evaddu
I (sleepy): Kya hai be!
Telu ( now yelling harder) : Evaddu!
I : Abey kya hai chu**** bolega bhi
The fool handing over the phone to somebody who repeats the same holy word Evaddu as if I did not understand the word when it was spoken by the previously person.
I loosing my patience hang over with some other profanity.( Sorry telugu idiot, I was drunk :D !)

2) If you are a north or east Indian staying in Hyderabad, strangest thing to strike you would be to find kadiya patta , in every thing. And by every thing I would mean every thing, even Chicken curry. God bless them!
3) In your office you probably would have got your skin thick seeing people conversing in the regional dialect even in important meetings leaving you to your own risk to understand it. But any ways who ever hears any thing in meetings [:)].
4) I converted from a pious brahmin who thought drinking a sin, to a sponge who yearned for weekends to arrive, in order to enjoy my weekend booze indulgence. Interestingly my same humble self who used to scorn at people who used to puke, commenting why do people drink so much, when they cant digest it ! Now I know the answer.
5) I finally understood what teamwork stood for. Team work stands for getting your work done with the help of your team at any cost [:)]
6) I understood why managers become mangers. I recall a conversation avidly
· Manager : Why had been that thing lying for so long
· I: XYZ, I dint know how to do that thing.
· Manager: you should come to me , when you face with an issue
· I: sure will take care the next time along

Next time :

Manager : Hey I am a little busy, why don’t u look that thing up yourself ,
you are a smart erson who can surely find that out.
I to myself : I love you sir! I learnt the most important trait of a manager today[:)]
7) There were two questions fow which I could not find a suitable answer thingking enough -

a) Why do all the good chicks get engaged with most fucked up assholes in the world?
b) Whom would I rather sleep with if given an opportunity – Kareena or Priyanka!

Difficult question are’nt they ?

Yet another story

2007-03-27T11:05:00.000+05:30

Yesterday the verdict on the brutal murder of ex IIM Lucknow alumni was announced .

Honestly I felt guilty that I did not know about him earlier or the news struck me so late.

Yes and how truly shameless are we Indians .

We perhaps would have known the personal records of Our Great Indian team but yet would have ignorant about the courage of the Manjunaths and Satyendras who did not trade their conscience for material benefits.

And one word of solace for the Indian masses depressed and shocked after the early exit for the cup

" We cannot expect other teams to stoop to level of mediocrity like our Indian team in order to cater to our aspirations of winning the cup "

Puff and cough..

The Great Matka and MCA Diaspora

2007-03-26T15:21:00.000+05:30

Yesterday at a restaurant I came across two MTechs

Thus went their conversation which fortuitously I happen to overhear

M1( Matka 1 ) : Yaar My institute had huge bathrooms
My Humble Self to my own self : Bastard are you here to eat?????????
M2(Matka2) : Can't be bigger than the bathrooms we had ! We had lots of jaguar fittings in our bathroom which we enjoyed a lot !( Ya probably you touched yourself with those fittings ) Humari bahut Aish thi.
My Humble Self to my own self(pulling out my hair): How can having Jaguar Fittings in the bathroom equate to " aish"

And thus went their demented conversation which talked about all the ignored aspects of college life

The best or perhaps the worst dialogue quoted by one of the matka

" We had such long grasses in our institute that the gardeners were through out the eyar busy, that was a profitable business" ( Ya probably you fed on them ..Donkey)

And yes one of the Matka had a quotation on the T Shirt

" Some like large, Some Extra Large, and some like "OH my God "

Ohh I had enough !!

puff and cough ...

Hope

2007-03-26T14:50:00.000+05:30

As I sipped in those barrels of forbidden melancholy

I realized that it was almost one year that mysticism deserted me

Life is so much more simple now

and yet so much more unfulfilled

One year I had been waiting perhaps to realize

that some waits never succeed

and yet We wait endlessly in hope

puff and cough....

Sutta !

2007-03-15T16:12:00.000+05:30

What not people do some times for the elusive Sutta !

A few days ago one of my friend finding no other cigarette shop opened at 11:30 PM in the night went to the benevolent chemist shop who kept his outlet opened so late to inquire whether he sold sutta's. The chemist of course laughed at him and so did I when he narrated the incident to me.

This makes me understand the huge craze for the song BC Suttah.

Life is just like that ! - part II

2006-08-17T15:41:00.001+05:30

My brother was born some five years before me. And I am sure he enjoyed this fact to the hilt, the provision provided by destiny for him to rule me. And yes did he rule me through out my childhood! All through out my childhood I remember my brother as a strong bully always taking me to tasks. Some times it seemed that he thought that the only reason I was born was to act like a prop for him to prove his supremacy. Some times I would say rebel against him with a fist fight and then alas my mother would ironically comment “Why don’t you behave kid “! Gosh, being the youngest was difficult.

My brother defeated me in every game we played together. When we played football, and when he would be nearing the goal post with the ball, and if I tried stopping him, he would just give me the most gentle of push and my intimidated self would see him gleefully kicking the ball to the goal post. I tried chess with him, but he was deft in that with the moves he learned from his friends perhaps, and within minutes he would defeat me. In fact the truth is I was so frustrated being defeated by him in chess that I never ever tried the game ever. Hockey, I could never imagine playing with him, it would be like giving the monster a weapon to wield it against me. It was only cricket where I would give him some opposition but even there my adversary would trample past me with the slightest of difficulty. So I was living the life of a vanquisher defeated in all quarters of life by my brother, dejected with defeat in every game our world knew. My brother was interjecting into my life, crushing my ego into shatters, trampling it like the majestic juggernaut and I was helpless. I wanted to fight, I wanted to rebel, I wanted perhaps to start a satyagraha against my brother to push him away my life. I would dream in my grandma’s lap in the long summer afternoon hearing stories of Indian villagers calling for a halt to the atrocities of the Britishers, that some day I would emulate them and rebel against my brother. And finally my dream came true; the unprecedented happening took place in the most unplanned manner!

It was our regular cricket matches we played in our terrace. Readers please note, I had till date been defeated in every game of cricket we played together, be it in our terrace or my neighbor’s terrace (for some reasons we liked changing the pitch conditions to play in my neighbors’ terrace (which our neighbors never in their life liked) where we could reach hopping past our terrace via the common mango tree.). My brother batted first and made a handsome total of I remember, 27 runs in 4 overs. When my chance to bat came, I pondered, 27 is not a big deal you could do that, although I knew that it would have been my best effort till date.
I started well and it would be too bring to detail the whole match although it is just 4 overs so I would come straight to the end of four over. At the end of three overs my total was 19 runs. ( I was out twice though in the course of the first three overs which I some how managed to fudge by crying out loud saying I was unprepared for the delivery, the normal tactics followed by kids playing in roof terraces). I remembered the final over vividly. That was my most important over I faced in my life, those five minutes would turn out to be the most defining moments of my life, moments I have never ever experienced before. I realized that getting defeated now means I would never ever in my life summon the courage to defeat him again. It was now or never, the most important moment of a eleven year old kid. I spoke to myself “Mithun this is the moment you have waited through out your life, you have waited eleven years for it, it is important, it is more important than all the grades you have obtained by toiling hard during examination times, it is the moment which would make you a man, a moment which comes only once in a man’s life”. And with such strong feelings in my mind I faced the first delivery. The first ball was a straight ball which I tried to fend it by flicking it to onside, but unfortunately I missed it and it hit straight my leg. LBW appeal, come one you don’t have LBW’s in terrace cricket!! So 5 balls 9 runs. Next ball was a full toss in toss on leg stump which I easily swept to the leg side boundary. 4 run gotcha!!! 4 balls 5 runs. I could now sense the nervousness not only in me but also on my brother’s face. In fact it seemed to me that there was nothing for me to loose, I had everything to gain and he had his reputation of never being defeated by his younger brother to maintain. You could sense the tensions, the sweat flowing through nervous young tense minds. Next ball, bounced on the off stump, and as I moved my left leg sideward’s, exposing my wicket, and tried to cut the ball, I missed it and I could hear my brother jump with excitement. ”Hmm, the monster’s enjoying it too”! I said to myself.2 balls 5, runs. Next ball my brother tries to emulate the previous ball and I emulated the previous shot, and this time I connect and the plastic ball moved like a tracer bullet to the offside boundary wall. Four runs indeed, I guess I had never hit a ball harder than that day, the hardest the sleek muscles of an 11 years old permit. Now we were tied, I could sense the dejection in my brother’s face, but hold the match was not finished. “1 run, mithun, 1 run, just this 1 run, you make it and you prove your monster what mettle you are made of “, my mind reverberated. Next ball my brother balls it straight and the only thing I could do was touch the ball, and as soon as I touched the ball, I ran, I ran as if I knew no tomorrow, ran as a hungry dog runs at the sight of a morsel of food, ran as if I going to the other end was the only reason I was born. And ran indeed my brother too, to salvage his pride! His bigger legs were moving around quickly than my small feets could. But alas my brother reached the ball, while I was half way the pitch. And my brother picked up the ball quickly to shoot at the brick mansion (wicket) at the non-striker’s end, I panicked with tension “What if he hits the wicket, what would I say to God, what would I say to myself, getting defeated at the hands of victory. That’s what losers are made of !Ohh God help me “, and the unprecedented happened , my brother missed the wicket with his throw, first time perhaps in my reminiscence , but who cares his ignominious act , I had won for God’s sake !!!! I ran through the whole terrace shouting with cheers of “I had won, I had won and my brother is a monkey (I added that to add some masala and humiliate my brother)”, I ran through the streets, of my small neighborhood relegating the story of my glory to everyone I knew, to ma, to Didi, to Grandma, to my neighbor and even to the street dog. And as I came back after my trip from the colony I came back to see my brother’s face, “how does he feel getting defeated, idiot!”, but what I saw that day, I remembered till now, his face did not carry a sense of dejection, instead he smiled at me , a smile which said many unsaid things
Growing up is such a great feeling, and all the while we grow up our life is so small, with our small family, our grandma, our small group of friends. And that day seeing my brother’s smile I realized something that day, how important a part of my existence was my brother. All the years I was growing up, he stood with me like a shadow, teasing me, defeating me, taunting me and perhaps strengthening me to face the bigger obstacles in the life. I have still not figured out his mysterious smile to date, may be it was a smile of a vanquished, may be it was a smile of a looser, or may be it was the smile of a brother who had realized that his small brother whom he has seen growing up from a toddler to this date in front of his eyes, was not a kid any more. Soon he would match him in every walk of life; soon perhaps he would overtake him, and it was time he makes himself understand the fact that his little brother would not remain little for ever! May be that smile told me that he was proud of me! May be life is just like that !

Rang De Basanti, a different perspective

2006-08-11T17:35:00.000+05:30

May be I belong to those 1% of the people who somehow where not convinced with the plot of Rang de Basanti. I remember watching Rang de Basanti with 3 more friends of mine in, a middle sized “Anand” theatre. And as my other friends kept praising Rang de, I pondered to myself am I convinced with the plot. Let make it clear I am not making any comments about the acting skills of the artists in the movie. That would be ridiculous, of a person ignorant about artistic talents criticizing art. I simply would refer to the plot.
Its obvious people were appealed about the so called “deshbhakti “of four disillusioned youth who were appalled by the loopholes in the democracy and decide to take the matter to themselves!
Let’s start in a frivolous note! Imagine Madhevan was not the fiancé of our protagonists friend . Say would then our heroes acted in such a fashion or would they have been subjected to same moods of rebellion. What say, Madhavan was the person who cheated upon the girl for somebody else, say with the firang ! What would then Amir or the girl say, “usko apne karmo ka fal mila, right?” ya “Bhagwan ke ghar me der hai par andher nahi “and would then the audience undergo the same swings of compassion mood for Madhavan. Ha ha ha , perhaps not !
That’s what my point is, it was utterly senseless of the script writer to make a movie out of personal revenge and mask it in the face of devotion for the country!
What does the movie show? Four youths who have nothing in the world to prove , who spend their time in uselessly finding joy in the most frivolous activities in the world acting as a role model for this generation! Just pause and ponder would you allow your son or brother perhaps to emulate them, wasting their life in petty activities and then finding“terrorism” as a goal to find meaning out of their lives. Yes their carefree candid nature might appeal you, might make your hair stand out of your body, and might make you emulate those activites which they did? But is this life all about?

And what the heck does the movie show. A complete disregard for democracy in a democratic country! If you think that it open your eyes think again, the movie contradicts the very fundamentals of democracy. Are we ever taught to take violence as a means to find justice? Does the land of Gandhi and Buddha deserve no more than this? Is this the respect we render to all our forefathers who propagated the means of non violence as a means of protest? Is violence the only means to finding justice in this world ?

I doubt if the makers of the movie made a progressive movie or a movie which is too retrograde. To me the movie is no more different than those typical personal revenge movies masked beautifully in the name of democracy to earn some brownie deshbhakti
compassions from the cinegoers.

Random musings of a disenchanted being

2006-08-11T17:01:00.000+05:30

Twenty three years have passed and even it never ever came to my mind to search an identity. I mean I do know myself, but I always envied those who could describe themselves so easily by an adjective preceding the word “guy”. Examples would be something like, “intelligent”, “smart”, ”cute” , ”normal”, “ordinary”, “average”, “nothing extraordinary”, and “friendly”. I would just discuss the virtues of each and try classifying myself into some bracket, or may be define a completely different bracket for me.

I guess the adjectives “intelligent”, “smart” and “cute “fall into similar bracket. A bracket which appeals to those people who overestimate himself. And as far as I know never in my life I overestimated myself. Infact I always underestimated myself and whatever I got in my life I considered myself plainly lucky.
Now cometh the most common adjectives “normal”, “simple” “ordinary”, “average” and “nothing extraordinary”. No I am not normal; I hate to consider myself normal. Ok, biologically I am like all Homo sapiens with nothing extra ordinary disgusting or nothing extraordinary appealing to somebody. But there is something about me which makes me feel I am beyond the comprehension of some average being. Though I might look so called normal in my thoughts , but then I realize that if I utter every word of my random musings , people would consider me a weirdo. Ever experienced the feeling that you are startled by your own thoughts, I have undergone such kind of experiences. Out of sudden a strange thought would creep into my mind, which would perhaps make me ashamed or proud later, and I would think why did I think so? Any way the human body intrinsically is itself so complicating that perhaps, calling yourself with those adjectives you are humiliating God , who perhaps took ages to plot and make you!

“Friendly”, well I tried to be considering my self friendly, but some how other don’t acknowledge my feeing friendly to them. And then I read this thought from Kautilya

“There is no one in this world who is friendly to you without selfish reasons “

Somehow I believe every word of the aforesaid thought. Too all those who claimed that they have a true friend, I just say wait, read this thought and consider again? Is he with you without selfish reasons? Perhaps not! And if you find such a friend of yours, then perhaps you know everything in this world.

So what do I call myself?

May be some day I will know it finally !

Mera Parichay

2005-04-30T19:33:00.000+05:30

Gosh I like describing myself. I can talk about me endlessly and still don’t get bored.
I am simple, complicated, honest, dishonest, lazy, hardworking, selfish, selfless, compassionate, and cruel at the same time. Confused! Don’t be for it does not fucking matters to you how I am and what I like. Still I would like to put some crap over here.
I am always subjected to a full supply of sharply varying moods. I love my privacy and like brooding alone but at the same time I love talking and listening to people. But I have this weird habit of speaking to myself. No one might know this but I speak to myself a lot hence I never get bored. In fact whenever I am off mood or I am very happy then I would require my friend, my other self for me. For my other self is the only person who listens to my stories my views, my ideas my crap relentlessly without blinking an eye. Of he criticizes me then he also appreciates me. People might often wonder how I can spend so much time alone but no one knows that all the time I have my special friend. O’ h I have seen many of my friends claim that they don’t like to lunch or dine alone or they can not got to KLS canteen alone or for that matter they need a friend to accompany them to wherever they go. In fact I can even go to a movie alone. Ohh God has been very harsh on them. God should have given them an inner self like mine so that they are free from the misery of staying alone.
I like staying alone and I don’t like people interfering in my privacy. I believe that every one is like a runner with his own track to run and there is no reason why others should interfere in my track. I know that some people might think me that I hate speaking and at the same time there are people who will cite I speak a lot of rubbish. I hate ostentatious people, who have opinion about anything and everything under the sun, traveling for sightseeing, shopping, and too much intellectual talk and worrying. I like being alone, eating delicacies, knowing people better, planning ahead of everything, few computer games( but play them avidly). I don’t like things to be too fast and furious but rather prefer them to be slow and steady. I like following my own passions and I do not get influenced by how other people live. I am patriotic in my own way because I criticize my country’s affairs a lot because I would like to see my country improve a hundred times. I am religious but at the same time I believe in religious tolerance since everything religion has its own worth which any other religion of world cannot compete with. I hate fundamentalists of all religions. I am a movie buff, at least one movie everyday and I like watching the movies alone sitting in front of my computer with my legs stretched and put over the computer table. I like reading although I don’t read much. I am not passionate about music but I like hearing to specific numbers over and over again.
“Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good that we oft may win, By fearing to attempt “. How true are these words of Shakespeare? I try to follow his policies most of the times. So don’t I fear any thing? Of course yes mortals need to fear to live. Here are few of things I fear most.

· I fear snakes. Although I have killed many a snakes I still fear the viper than any thing in this world. The silky, shiny body of a snake makes me go into convulsions of fear. My head goes blank when I imagine it sround. This is one reason I dislike rainy season a lot because it this time when all the “ bill “ of the snakes are filled with water and they often come outside when the sun comes out to bask. Just a few days back I dreamt of a snake in my dream and ended up waking up shouting panting for breath. Such is the fear of snakes for me that whenever I see the venomous being even in a T.V I shudder with hysteria and try for solace. SNAKEOPHOBIA that is what it is called. My wildest and scariest dream is marooned in an island full of snakes!!!!!!
· I fear myself!!! Why I don’t know? That is one reason I don’t like people who I feel are close to me. I have heard that people like people who are very similar to them but I don’t like people who are very similar to me. It then makes me wonder how people cope up with me. I would rather spend time with an idiot then spend time with someone who has a nature very close to me. I have experiences some persons and obviously I have never been able to befriend them totally.

This is just the beginning. Keep visiting the site to read more about my life through my blogs. I will make additions to them time and again.