Purple maze

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

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

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

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

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

Yahoo and it briefcases

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

Dear Yahoo! Briefcase user,

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

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

http://in.briefcase.yahoo.com/ 

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


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

Briefcase Help

We sincerely appreciate your being a Yahoo! Briefcase user.

Sincerely,

Yahoo! Customer Support

Buddy

My Best Buddies in XL :) 

gtalk messages urf Vella panti

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Blog address

I am in a dilemna 

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

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

Testimonials

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

For instance should I write all sugary like something below

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

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

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

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

You

You don't look beautiful any more

Your words do not look sweet anymore

Your thoughts don't trouble me any more

I don't feel the need of you any more 

Photo Upload - Discrimination

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

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

Roger !

Roger Roger Why did you loose  ?

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

Planning

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

J.O.B

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

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

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

Life is just like that - III

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

"“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

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

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,,,

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 ?

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!

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

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!

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!