Misadventures of a 20 Something.....

Arranged Marriage!!!!

2011-11-10T21:59:00.006+05:30

This is probably the first time when I have started hating facebook. Every one in 5 friends from my friend list are either married or are getting married and my wall is filled with status updates like “Engaged, in a relationship, married”.

Not so long ago I had written a post about Love Marriage where my entire clan wanted know whether I had a girl friend here in Bangalore and whether in future I will be going for a love marriage or an arranged marriage. That was the time when going by the experiences of my friends I had started believing that one should never fall into the trap of this so called “Love” because once you are in a relationship it will suck the blood out of you and your entire life will revolve around your girl and all you will think about is making her happy and doing things that makes her happy and in the process your own happiness will be lost somewhere in between these nonsensical things. Moreover such relations always come in between friends and have the tendency to spoil the friendship. Once you are in a relationship, you will have no time left for friends, not even your very good friends. This has happened with so many people that I know and has happened recently with a very close friend of mine and in such cases it's always the friendship that goes for a toss. So basically I believe that Love Marriage suck.

So this leaves me to the concept of “Arranged Marriage”. I have never tried to explore this territory until now when certain factors led me to think about it in a great detail and that analysis told me that this concept of Arranged Marriage suck in a bigger way than the Love Marriage.

To understand that last sentence we need to see how arranged marriages work in India. As we all are well aware of the 1000s of year’s of old tradition where the guys parents will select the girl and when they are satisfied with the girl, her family and her educational background etc, the guy will be shown the picture of the girl and one fine day in the presence of 100s of relatives he will get a chance to see the girl (Read - only see, not talk) and that time he will have to tell whether he is ready to marry the girl and within 2 hours he will get engaged to the girl. How silly could the process be? How can one decide to marry a girl in such a short duration?

Exactly the same has happened with a very close friend of mine. His parents’ chose the girl and he got ready for the marriage. He said this is how it works and if parents are happy with the girl, why should I have an issue!!

Now my point is how one can decide to spend his entire life with a stranger with who he has just met and not even spoken even a single word!! What if after engagement he finds out that his frequency doesn’t matches with that of the girl!! The idea of spending life with some stranger is scarier than the scariest movie ever made till date.

Again there are some stats present which demonstrates that out of all the arranged marriages ever done, less than 5% ends in divorce where as the number is much more in case of love marriages, but again how much can one trust the stats when we all know that stats are made on the spot in order to suite the situation.

Until now I have never thought about it at all but now after giving a thought to this concept of Arranged Marriage I have started hating it and I am not a big fan of Love Marriage anyways so where does this leave me? Now one may wonder that why am I discussing such a thing now. So this is because in another two years I would have to go through the same process that I have mentioned above and the very thought of it scares the shit out of me. Well I guess some things are best left unsaid.

Of love losses and more..

2011-06-12T13:30:00.008+05:30

Summer vacations were over and the school had reopened after 2 months of holidays. He woke up early that morning, got ready, took out his bicycle from the garage and left for school. On reaching there he parked his bicycle in the stand and started walking towards the main building. He was a little early to school and the doors to the main building were yet to open so he had to wait in the reception for some time. It was then he saw her. She was in her sports uniform which was a yellow shirt and navy blue skirt. It was not like he had never seen a girl before. He had studied in a coeducational institute his entire life so he was always surrounded by girls, yet it was something different with that girl. It was the love at first sight; or so he thought. Was he matured enough to understand the meaning of love? After all he was just in 9th standard. I don’t know whether it was his love or infatuation for the girl, neither do I think will I ever get to know this in future. After 10 minutes when the doors to the main building opened, she walked inside and he just followed her. He wanted to know her class and so he followed her till 7-C. Yes, she was in 7th standard and he was in 9th. She kept her bag in the class and went to the basket ball field. He was least interested in sports and was unaware of the fact that students who are in school sports team come early to practice, thus the reason for her being in sports uniform.

He didn’t feel like doing anything the entire day at school. Although he was physically present in 9-B, his mind kept wondering in 7-C. He was thinking about her the entire day. He started recalling the awful subjects he has studied in 7th standard and the equally awful teachers who taught those subjects. He felt sorry for her that she has to go through all the torture of studying those subjects and tolerating those miserable and pathetic teachers. Finally at 1:45pm the school bell rang thus marking the end of the day at school. Still thinking about her he went to the stands along with his other friends who stay close to his house and also come to school by their bicycles, took his bicycle from the stand and left for home along with his friends. This was a routine that his friends and he used to follow – coming back to home from school together on their respective bicycles. They used to ride in a group and enjoy the ride back home. It was so much fun, but that day he didn’t enjoy the ride at all. He mind was riding with someone else, not his friends.

Next day he made sure his parents woke him up early so that he can reach school before time and can see her. The same happened and he again saw her at the reception. After some time the doors opened and they both went to their respective classes. He followed the same routine for one full week. After a week he decided to find out more about her. He decided to follow her to her house after school. He was worried because he was on bicycle and he was not sure about her mode of commutation. After the last period got over, he ran and stood near her class. After a while she came out and he followed her. She went to the basket ball court and again practised for half hour. He was impressed by her hard work and dedication towards sports. I am still not sure why her dedication in sports impressed her because he doesn’t give a damn to sports. Was he in love? Finally her practise got over and she headed to the stands. On watching her crossing the swings and heading for the stands his heart started pounding heavily and he started praying to God. His prayers were answered and the next moment he saw her unlocking her bicycle and taking it out of the stands. Now was the time for some real action. He also took out his bicycle and started following her. After half hour of stalking her, he was standing outside her house and was in a state of shock and bewilderment. It was hard for him to believe that her house was just 2 kms from his house. He couldn’t believe his luck.

Now this was his new routine. Daily after school he would wait for her till she finishes her practise and would then follow her to her house. As few more days passed, he calculated her approximate arrival time at school and then he started leaving his home for school accordingly so that he can catch her on the way to school. Since he stopped coming back home with his friends, they got suspicious and finally one day he had to tell them about her. As expected, everyone made so much fun of him and he was embarrassed to the core but nothing could stop him from following her after school. Yes, he was in love.

Now you must be thinking that he was a brave guy and was in love and so would have definitely spoken to her after a few days/weeks/months!! Ok years at least!! Well then sorry to disappoint you. He could never summon up enough courage to talk to her, such a coward he was.

Two years passed and now he was in 11th standard and she was in 9th. On scoring good marks in his 10th board examinations, he got a bike from his dad. He was happy to get a new bike but was also worried that how would he now follow her because it would be very difficult to follow someone on a bicycle when you are riding a bike. With mixed feelings he entered the stands and while he was parking his bike he saw a brand new scooty entering the stands and then he had a look at the person riding it. He could not have asked for more. It was his girl on the scooty. I don’t remember if he was that happy ever again in his life. All his problems were solved in a second and now he can easily go after her on his bike because now even she was on scooty. And exactly this is what that happened, he continued following her on his bike. On the way to home, he would increase the speed of his bike and would overtake her and then would slow down and allow her to overtake him and then would again overtake her. By this time the girl was sure that something was wrong with this guy and whenever she sees him, she used to turn her face. This was highly demotivating for him and to make the matters worse, his friends who were pretty sure about him-being-in-love started teasing him with that girl which obviously didn’t go down well with him. But no matter what, he didn’t stop loving her. He was made the school prefect in 12th standard and just for the sake of show-off he volunteered for the lunch duty in her class and used to go there every day during lunch time and act like a boss of the class. Still a coward he was, he didn’t speak to her even a single time during those 4 years of his school.

Finally his 12th boards got over and it was time for him to leave the school. It was the day of the last assembly, which would be his last day at school. A night before that he wrote a 4 pages long love letter. The very next morning he went to temple and prayed to God for strength so that he can talk to her and give her the letter. He had finally decided that no matter what, today he is going to talk to her. He wrote the letter in his best handwriting, folded it neatly and kept it in his blazer’s inner pocket. He was happy, excited and scared; all at the same time. On reaching school, his eyes kept searching his girl but he couldn’t find her. She was nowhere to be seen. Finally the last assembly got over and he bid farewell to all his friends, his eyes still looking for her. He badly wanted to see her and talk to her. He cursed himself for not talking to her all these years and waiting for the last day to tell her his feelings. His 4 years flashed before his eyes, all the moments he had dreamed about her and had followed her to her house. It was all waste as he couldn’t see her anywhere and is losing his only change to talk to her. The school was almost empty now and he also finally decided to leave. He tore the letter and threw it in a dustbin. He couldn’t forgive himself the entire life for not talking to her earlier and waiting for the last moment.

He still tried to meet her after school but couldn’t succeed as she had started commuting in a car with her dad. He even tried to meet her outside her house and wasted many evenings loafing around her house only to realize that she had shifted to some other area far from his house. Later he also got busy with his studies so he had to stop looking for her. Last he heard about her, she got married soon after her schooling got over and now she is a mother of a kid and is well settled in Delhi.

After some time he joined college. He was very happy to finally join some decent college and immediately made many good friends in college. She was one such friend. It all started in the 1st year with text messages and before he could understand anything, he was in love with her. She was a cute South Indian girl from his class. They were very good friends during the 1st year of college, but due to some misunderstandings, had a fallout in the 2nd year and had not spoken to each other since then. He still adores her and calls her cutie and still maintains a separate folder in his desktop with her pictures stolen from her orkut and facebook account. Last he heard about her, her family is soon getting her married.

After completing his college, he started working in a company. When his training got over, he was moved to a project. There he noticed a girl in his wing, quite close to his cubicle. She would always dress up in a yellow/orange top which would suit her a lot. One fine day she came to office in a black saree. It was then he realized that girls could look pretty in a saree too. His friends told him that she is in saree because it’s a festival and she has kept fast for her husband for his good health. He refused to believe that she is married. After some time he found out that she is married and has a 1 year old son. Last he heard about her, she had shifted to US with her husband and son.

Few months later he again noticed a girl in his office cafeteria. She was a contractor from some other company. This time he decided that no matter what, he had to talk to her, and yes he did finally spoke to her. He befriended her only to find out that she got engaged 2 months ago and is all set to get married the very next month. She personally invited him to her marriage which he obviously didn’t attend. Last he heard about her, she had shifted to Singapore with her husband and is working in some company there.

Again he noticed a girl in his office lobby. She was slim, fair, long black hairs, blue eyes. The moment he saw her he fell in love with her. He started dreaming about her and was dying to talk to her. (Well people don’t get him wrong. He was not the kind of guy who could fall in love with every other girl he laid his eyes upon. Since he was in 8th standard, this was just the 5th time that he was in love). So through some series of misfortunate events, he did get a chance to talk to her. They were now friends or rather I should say acquaintances. His feelings for her kept on increasing and when they were at the peak, he found out that she was already married for 2 years. Now this meant that all was over for him. Taking lessons from last time’s fiasco, his friends had taught him how to differentiate between married women and an unmarried girl but this girl showed no signs of that of married women and so he failed to recognize her and fell for her. Last he heard about her, she was working in some company in Bangalore and was living happily with her husband.

He was a coward but not weak or vulnerable. All these love losses didn’t break him. He didn’t become a Devdas and got on to smoking or drinking or drugs. He was and is still strong and is waiting for his next (mis)adventure with girl(s).

Worse than dead..

2011-02-15T11:24:00.005+05:30

So are you happy now?

Well you should be happy. You did whatever you wanted to do, no matter how cowardly it is.

Please stop it.

Yeah this is what you have been doing all this time. Making me shut up, but today I won’t shut my mouth. Also now you are no more capable enough to make me shut my mouth. So why did you do it?

You know why I did it.

Yes, but I want it to hear from you.

Please stop torturing me.

Are you aware of the circumstances of what you have done?

I never thought this would happen. I thought everything would be over soon. I had never though in the wildest of my dreams that I would land up here. This is scariest thing ever happened to me.

Well you never know what is there in store for you. I feel you deserve this.

Please stop it.

Nope, today I will not stop. You have to talk to me. You have been escaping from me your entire life but today you have closed all the doors for yourself. There is no escape now.

Ok. What do you want to know?

I have lots of questions but to start with, I want to know why did you do it?

As you know, she dumped me and I am out of my job. I have to support my parents and also a nubile sister. I was just not able to cope up with the pressure.

Bravo. So this is why you did it!! I am proud of you.

You always knew I am going to do this. I have been thinking about this from quite some time.

I thought you had dropped this idea the day your sister made you promise that you would never-ever do this in your life, not even think about it. You didn’t think about her also? Well you did not give a damn to your parents, forget sister.

So do you mean to say that I don’t care about my parents and sister?

Someone insane can also tell that you don’t care about anyone, but yourself. You are a sick, mean and selfish bastard. Didn’t you see how inconsolable your parents and sister were?

What is done is done. I guess I will have to live like this my entire life. Now I am not even capable of doing it again.

Yes, now you can do nothing but to wait for some miracle to happen. Didn’t you hear those doctors discussing amongst themselves? They said only a miracle can cure your paralysis. Earlier you were capable of doing lots of things but a coward you are, you lost all the hope in life and slit your wrist with a blade. Were you thinking that this would cure all you problems? Now look at yourself. Due to the excessive bleeding you had a stroke and your whole body had been paralyzed. You cannot even move a finger, not even talk to anyone. The only thing you can do is to talk with me – the other half of your brain who had always tried to tell you that it’s never too late for anything and you can still do and get whatever you want but you had never listened to me. I had always believed in you, always thought you can achieve something in life. But now you are not left with any other option. Now even I have lost all hope in you. Now you are worse than dead.

What a rip off #2

2010-11-03T11:18:00.004+05:30

I had travelled a lot in train during my college days. My train journeys were generally long and boring. But there had been quite a few incidences that had transformed my ordinary train journey into an extraordinary one. One of such incidents can be read here. And now I would like to talk about the other one which is amongst the top of all the (mis)adventures I had ever been into during my college days.

The semester exams coming to an end and there was excitement everywhere; excitement that the exams would be over soon and we would go home. Finally the day came when the exams got over and I boarded a train to Delhi. Dalla and Baba were also with me. Customarily, the first thing we did was to check out if there were any hot girls in our compartment. Not finding any, with a sheer disappointment we mentally prepared ourselves for another long, boring and a dull 40 hours journey; little knowing that this time the lady luck is on our side. After 5 minutes, two girls came and sat on the opposite seat.

One of them was wearing a green top and other one was in a red hot top and they both were in tracks. They seemed to be in late 20’s and were wearing a lot of makeup and were looking hot. We couldn’t believe our luck. Now we know that these 40 hours in train would not be long and boring. We didn’t make the first move and started talking to them immediately. Instead, to draw their attention towards us, we started talking to each other about stuffs like how cool our college is, how rocking our hostel life is and how good the city is and other random stuffs just as a show-off.

Our intention was pure and simple – draw their attention towards us. Although we were desperate to talk to them, we didn’t want to look like one so we waited for them to make the first move.

To our despair they didn’t initiate talking that whole day. Next day they wanted to get their cell phones charged so they spoke to us for the first time. One of them asked us if we can go to the ac compartment and get their phones charged. Now although I was desperate to talk to them, I was not ready to take the pain of going all the way to the ac compartment and wait there till their phones get charged. Dalla saw this as a huge opportunity to befriend them and went to the ac compartment and got their phones charged. Thanks to him, at least they started communicating with us. They asked us all about our college, hostel, home, exams, girlfriends and what not. In the mean time they demanded cool drinks from the pantry. This time it was baba’s turn to go and I was saved again but not for long. At the next station they demanded some magazine from the book stall on the railway platform and I had to go and get it for them. The made us work the entire day and none of us could say a simple ‘no’ to them.

At night I decided to go to bed a little early because I had to get down at 4 in morning. Dalla and baba were in train till noon so they decided to stay awake for some more time. As I was about to sleep, one of them said to me –

chick in the red hot top – your hostel and college sounds really exciting.
me – yup, it is an amazing place.
chick in the red hot top – are all engineering colleges exciting or it’s just yours?
me – I bet college and hostel life is rocking where ever you go and engineering is so cool. (Obviously I eliminated the part that engineering sucks during exams)
chick in the red hot top - is that so?? that’s why my son says that he wants to be an engineer.
chick in green top to the chick in the red hot top – yeah and my son wants to be in your son’s college just like he is now with your son in the same class. They are inseparable friends.
me – (with a little surprise and disappointment) oh so you both have a son.
chick in green top – yes I have only one son and she has one son and one daughter.
me – oh ok. so your son is in which standard? 1st ?
chick in green top – what!! our son’s are in 12th standard.
me – (wdf !! wdf!! ) WHAT !! you both have sons who are in 12th standard ? (wdf !! wdf!! )
chick in the red hot top – yeah we do. Why are you so surprised? Why can’t our sons be in 12th standard?
me – no, yes; I mean yeah of course your son can be in 12th standard, why can’t he be in 12th standard. He can definitely be in 12th standard. Once I was also in 12th standard. (I had no clue of what I was speaking) Ok I have to get up early tomorrow morning so I should better sleep now.

With this I ended the conversation with them. I was shocked and I didn’t know how to react. I looked at dalla and baba. Apparently they were listening to our conversation and were in the same state of shock and speechlessness as I was in and they also decided to sleep immediately.

I didn’t get sleep for a long time. All sorts of bad and weird thoughts were coming to my mind. Come to think of it; we were trying to flirt with two women who were having sons in 12th standard!! The first thing I decided to do on reaching home was to get my eyes tested. Something must be seriously wrong with my eyes as it couldn’t differentiate between a girl in her late 20’s and a woman who has a son in 12th standard. I just prayed that our actions had not made them suspicious that we were trying to flirt with them the entire day.

I started consoling myself by telling my mind that it’s not entirely my fault that I did such a thing. Their dress and makeup were equally guilty. I started wondering what all this fuss about makeup is. Makeup – its dictionary meaning is “Cosmetics applied to the face to improve or change your appearance”. But believe me, it’s much more then this. Makeup is something that completely transforms a girl into something we can never-ever imagine. It is some kind of layer that is coated on our eyes that makes us lose our power to see the real face behind that makeup and hence we are forced to live in some delusion. Makeup is one of the most powerful weapons ever invented on earth.

I don’t know for how long I was thinking stuffs like this. Finally I got sleep and woke up in morning. Those two ladies were still sleeping, I woke up dalla and baba and we all decided not to discuss about this accident and just forget everything considering it as one of the worst nightmares we’d ever had.

Who the hell wants to have a kid like him??

2010-09-24T16:32:00.010+05:30

These days my neighbour’s kids are giving me sleepless nights. One of the kids is 1 or 2 years old and is a big pain in the ass. He is always crying for something or the other. We share a common boundary and gallery so I can clearly hear him wailing all night. The other one is around 5 and is no less than his younger brother. He crossed all the limits yesterday. I was watching a movie in my room when the door bell rang. I got up and opened the door but couldn't see anyone around so came back to my room and continued with the movie. Luckily I was facing the window and after 5 minutes I saw that kid running towards my door, pressing the door bell and running back. I then knew he is playing some cheap prank on me. He came for the third time but as I saw him approaching towards my door, I ran outside, opened the door and jumped on him. The kid was taken aback and started crying. I then scolded him and told him not to do that again. I came back to my room and started thinking how mischievous little kids are. Then I remembered about this particular kid.

This kid was in lower kindergarten but smart enough to dodge his teachers and parents by lying on certain things to cover up his fault. He started day dreaming in kindergarten itself, used to think about flying kites on the terrace of his house and even sometimes taught his classmates how to fly a kite not caring about the teachers scolding. He used to kill big ants just to see the colour of their blood. He didn't stop stealing pencil boxes from his friends bags until he got humiliated in the class in front of his friends. He used to mix brufen (an antibiotic pink in colour) with gems and give it to his friends and laugh hysterically after seeing the priceless expression on his friends face when they chew that antibiotic.

He was always sleeping in class, whether it was the first day of his school the last. He was very violent when he was in 2nd or 3rd standard and used to beat up his classmates without any reason. He forcibly used to eat his friends lunchbox but had to stop when one of his friend’s mom came down to school to complain about him. He was quite innocent when he was in 2nd standard; didn’t know the true meaning of the song ‘choli ke picche kya hai’ and used to sing out loudly in class and school campus. He always knew how to make the best use of scissors by cutting his bench partner’s bag and on being caught by teachers justifying his action innocently by saying that it is fun to cut a friend’s bag rather than cutting his own bag. He used to take fights with his classmates and one day he went to the extent of cutting his own hands with a blade just to prove that his friend started the fight.

Many a times he threw his bicycle from first floor when his parents refused to take him on a ride. He once tried to imitate his dad by switching on the ignition of his car and putting it on gear little knowing anything about the clutch, break or gear. His favourite event at any school picnic takes place in the bus, on the way to the picnic spot when he manages to convince his friends to indulge with him in his little prank of popping their heads out of the bus window, making expressions as if they were scared or frightened and then shout ‘help-help’ to the local public.

He didn't stop even when due to some problem in legs he had to walk with the help of sticks. He started beating his classmates with the very same stick he used for walking. He also enjoyed dirtying his classroom walls with his stick pad. On finding his classroom empty, during school hours he went to the extent of peeing behind the doors of his classroom. Writing stuffs at the back of others shirt in school was pretty normal. He learned how to bunk assembly and hide in biology lab and then hide his teacher’s compass box and lunch box. After growing up a little more, along with his friends he started stalking girls followed by the regular ogling and catcallings. On learning how to ride a bike, doing stunts on the road became his favourite time pass and chasing the girl on who he had a severe crush became his hobby. He puts all his strength and energy in finding out the printing press where the exam papers of his school were printed and on failing to do so bribing his math and physics teacher to pass in class.

Yeah obviously there were quite a few casualties during these operations. Many a times in front of the whole class he got severe beatings from his teachers, punishment outside principal’s office once almost every month, scolding from his parents; but this kid was, is and will always be unstoppable.

Ego....

2010-07-27T15:52:00.012+05:30

“Have you gone crazy!! I have no ego issues. “shouted Kshitij at the top of his voice.

Really!! You don’t like hearing a ‘no’ for an answer, you don’t like borrowing money from your friends even when you need it, you don’t like going on a friend’s treat because you have never treated them and still you say you have no ego issues. Small-small things define your attitude towards life and you have a very high self esteem. Self esteem = not hearing ‘no’ = ego. Well this may not be always true but it is in your case.

Navya’s words kept Kshitij wondering. He met her some 2 years back and they became very good friends. Navya was a very helpful, sweet and friendly girl and Kshitij was always there by her side whenever she needed him, he can do anything to help her, to be with her. They both share a passion for food, both can hog like pigs, they were hogging buddies. They had nothing else in common except for this one more thing – ego. They both have ego issues. Navya always knew that she is suffering from this disease, Kshitij didn’t; but Navya could always see the symptoms of this disease in him. It was she who made him realize this. Their friendship lasted for some two years. They fought a lot in those two years and also spend some very good moments together. No matter how much they fight, in the end they were good friends.

Things changed one day. They again fought with each other on some stupid issue, but this time the fight was different. This was their last fight as they never fought after that and this was because they never remained friends after that. It was the ego that came in their way and eventually they both stopped talking to each other, stopped having lunch with each other. Navya left India after 2 months. Kshitij couldn’t even say goodbye to her as he had to go to his home around the time Navya was leaving India. He didn’t even meet her before going home and by the time he came back, Navya was gone.

It has been three years now. They had never spoken to each other since their last fight. Kshitij could never forget his friend and the same was with Navya. They both liked each other so much and were such good fiends but could not speak again. They often wonder at the power of this ego which has separated two good friends with such an ease, their ego was even bigger then their friendship. They know it’s just an ego that is coming in between their friendship, yet they made no effort to make any amendments; they are still suffering from this disease. Such is the power of this ego.

May be one day they will find a cure to this disease and will realize what all they have been losing all these years and then they will be friends again, that will be the day they will realize that life is so short and one cannot afford to waste it on stupid things like this. One day.... some day.....

After writing this story I realized how difficult it is to write fiction. Kudos to all those people out there who write fiction with such an ease.

Should I really celebrate??

2010-07-16T12:44:00.008+05:30

I still remember the day - 28th July, 2008. There were some 20 other people like me in the lounge of the Executive Inn, dressed in formals, waiting for the cab to come. A mixed feeling of excitement and happiness could be seen on everyone’s face. In a few days it will be 28th July again. It has been two years since then. Things have changed a lot in these two years. The feeling of excitement, happiness has long lost its place and commotion, confusion has taken over. I don’t know whether I should celebrate or I should curse myself on completing 2 years in this place. Just within a few months of joining I realized that this is not the place for me. I was never meant to be here; still I am here for the past two years. Since then I have been trying to get out in vain. I am still not sure what to do. Despite of the dislike I am still here, this place is fun even though everything here except a few people sucks. But it's not fun any more as friends are leaving this place and going. The force that was bonding me to this place is now breaking. Coming months are going to be very tough now. Have to think of something fast; very fast. I will be completing two years in this place in a few days but there is no excitement anywhere. So should I really celebrate?? Well I don't see any reason to do so.

How is IT effecting our lives..

2010-06-18T19:11:00.002+05:30

Nope, this post is not at all about the technical stuff neither it has anything to do with the things that are once imaginary but due to the evolution of technology are very much possible now nor am I trying to explain how simple and easy life has become due to the evolution of technology. Instead, I am trying to look at the other aspects of IT, the way we are getting indulged in it and how it has started affecting our daily life.

I had a mixed feeling of happy and sad when I read this article in which people had mentioned about some weird incidences that had happened to them. Happy because I was not alone to experience such a thing, there were others also who were going crazy like me, sad because I was thinking how the future would be if this continues to happen. Anyways who cares about the future. So this is what people have to say, the incidences which can clearly be termed as the side effect of IT.

Once I was on call with my father and mom was not around. I went on to ask, "Why is mom not attending the status call?"

Once after talking to one of my friends I ended the conversation saying.. "ok bye.. in case of any issues will call you back"

While watching TV when I want to check the time, I look at the bottom right corner of my TV for time.

Once late night when I went home after work, I was trying to flash my id card to open the lock and only after few seconds I realized what I am trying to do.

I got a thought of doing an Alt+Tab while switching from news channel to the DVD while watching TV.

When I went to a movie theatre from office directly, I showed the guy at the entrance my ID card and walked in. He had to call me back asking for ticket.

I would like to mention about the conversation I had in a hospital with another techie like me while waiting for our turns to visit the doctor.
N - Hi, I am N.
Me – Hi, I am laddu
N – So where do you work?
Me – I work in so and so company.
N – Why are you here?
Me – I met with an accident.
N – Oh. Ok
After some 10 minutes.
N – This doctor is taking so much time to check every patient. Btw what is your login id?
Me – It is axch….. arrr.. What do you mean by my login id?
N – Oh sorry. I mean what is your visiting number?
Me – 22
N – Oh mine is 24.
Me – ok

She wanted to ask me my visiting number but the first thing that came in her mind was the login id. Since the time I had this conversation with her I am wondering about the deep impact IT is making on our lives. May be the impact is much more on a techie then a human being. (Yes, sometimes I do wonder whether techies are human beings !!!!!)
Sometime back I heard this ad on radio. In this ad the teacher is asking the kid to make the sound of various animals.
Teacher – How does a cat speak?
Kid – meow-meow.
Teacher - How does a dog speak?
Kid – bow-bow
Teacher - How does a mouse speak?
Kid – click-click

Do I need to say anything more about this ad? Here are few pics and a video which I have collected from various sources and are self explanatory like the above mentioned ad.

I have read somewhere – Software engineers never die. They just go offline.
P.S – People this does not mean that if tomorrow I go offline you should consider me as dead.

One hell of a trip it was....

2010-04-05T14:16:00.001+05:30

I had never been to Pondicherry. I suddenly got some urgent work there this Saturday so had to rush there. It was on a very short notice so I didn’t get direct tickets, had to go through Chennai. So I started my journey on Thursday night. I was supposed to catch a bus to Chennai from Shanti-Nagar bus stop. There was this guy in the bus. All through the way to bus stop he was crying out loudly while talking to someone on cell about the build he gave and it got failed and he was supposed to finish his work by Monday and now he won’t be able to deliver it and this is appraisal time and the mail got escalated. Now I was expecting some peace when I left office but I had to hear all this crap. Finally I reached the bus stop and boarded the bus to Chennai.

I was happy that finally I am getting out of this IT crap and will get to enjoy life for a few days. But there was something else in store for me. I must have done some sins in the past and the almighty chose this day to punish me for my sins. There was a group of 4 girls and 2 guys. As Friday was off thus making it an extended weekend, they decided to encash the opportunity like everyone else and planned a quick visit to their native places – Chennai. As they got settled down in the bus they started complaining about their company. They started with how they dreamed of getting into development and ended in testing; how bad their appraisal go; how they were transferred to Bangalore in spite of opting for Chennai etc.etc. They were discussing on how to shift to development and grab an opportunity to go on site. Now there was this a**hole sitting behind them. He was listening to them. As they paused to take a break he started his own story. He had a 4 plus years of experience into this IT industry so he thought it was his birth right to jump into someone else’s discussions and give them free gyaan at the cost of the comfort of other poor souls who were desperately seeking a way out of this IT and were trying to get some sleep. He started saying that the freshers are like raw material, you can mould them into anything and you all are freshers, should learn new technology and get knowledge blabh blabh blabh…. I felt like stabbing him to death or hacking his mail account and sending his resignation letter to his lead. But I was helpless. Somehow with great difficulty I got sleep.

I reached Chennai in morning and immediately got a bus to Pondicherry. I was happy that finally I am out of all the noises; or so I thought. First hour of the journey was ok and then the bus came out of the city and hit the highway. Now the driver of the bus was a bit old and was driving carefully and at a moderate speed. There were these 3 jerks that started complaining to the conductor about how slowly the driver is driving even though it is a highway. The conductor ignored them and went at the back of the bus and sat down there. Those 3 were getting impatient and after 10 minutes started shouting at the driver like crazy asking him to drive fast. One of them was sitting next to me and the other two were exactly behind me. They were shouting in my ears. The driver stopped the bus and he also started shouting at them. It felt like they would kill each other over the speed of the bus and will make me go deaf by shouting out so loudly. My head was aching badly with all the torture I had been through right from the moment I had started my journey from my home. As if all this was not enough, a dust particle went into my eye and caused a lot of irritation. I tried everything to get it out, washed my eyes several times with water but all my efforts went in vain. I finally gave up and thought of going to some doctor in Pondicherry if the problem persists.

Finally somehow I reached Pondicherry, alive but with a head ache and irritation in eye. It was around 10 A.M and it was scorching hot. One of my friends had done all the arrangements. I directly went to the hotel and the first thing I did was to wash my eyes again with cold water and it was gone; the dust particle was no more stuck in my eyes. I felt relaxed, checked in the hotel and after taking bath went to bed with a bad head ache thinking how bad my journey was. I woke up after some 3 hours and zappp – head ache was also gone. I was normal now. My friend had arrived a day earlier and got a bike on rent. Now it was the time to explore Pondicherry.

It is a nice but hot place. The very first thing one should do is to get a bike on rent because it’s very difficult to commute through bus and auto guys will rob you of your cash. I had lunch in a café. There they have this special Italian pizza which they will bake on wooden bricks and in a weird kind of oven. They don’t use microwave. Then there is a bakery. The rates are very less. You can get fresh breads, cakes, pastries at a very low rate. Going forward on the same road you can go to the ashram. I am not so much into ashram so I didn’t go there. The ashram is famous and people who come there do visit that ashram. My friend didn’t find it interesting and so I also ditched the plan of visiting it. Also it gets closed in evening and there is about a km walk from the parking to go to the ashram so all the interest of visiting that ashram vanished in a second because no-way I was in for a km walk in that sun. It was very hot there.

As it was hot we came back to the hotel and went to the terrace and sat there under the shade. I had seen this kind of view only in movies. We were facing Bay of Bengal. For a moment I was stunned, there was nothing but just water in front of my eyes. There was nothing beyond that. The waves were hitting the shore, creating a soft noise. One can spend hours sitting at a place like this.

In evening two more people joined us. One of them told that there is a beach somewhere in Pondicherry where we can see lots of foreigners and that too in the proper costume. He was not sure about the name of the beach so we made him call his friend who was his source of such valuable information. His friend gave us the directions and we reached there within half hour. The name of the beach is Auro beach. This was the second time in a day that I was stunned. Again I have seen such things only in movies. What a view it was, not the beach but the people out there. I forgot to admire the beach and was just admiring the people who were in their proper costumes. There was a small building on the side of the beach where all foreigners were going after taking bath in the beach. We also try to enter but were stopped. We were told that Indians are not allowed inside so we couldn’t enter. I think it was some place to stay only for foreigners. After spending some quality time on the beach we went to the market.
The market is also huge and it’s mainly for clothes and handicraft materials. Then we went to Pondicherry beach for some time, had dinner somewhere came back to hotel and slept.

Next day I finished the work for which I was there by 12.30 P.M. Went to the market again and then went to Pondicherry beach. It’s a beautiful beach. There is a café on the beach by name Le Café which is open 24*7. One can easily sit there and spend hours. We spend some time there and then had lunch in the India Coffee House. It was awesome. My friends had to buy some stuffs for their girl friends so we did some shopping. By that time it was evening and we again went to Pondicherry beach. The beach road is blocked after 5pm and we cannot take our vehicles to the road. We can park it in parking and just walk on the beach and the road. It was even more beautiful in the evening with the lightings on one side of the road and the beach on the other.

There are also many good churches. I went to just one of them. We returned the bike at night and caught the train back to Bangalore. As a whole it was an amazing trip. Pondicherry is also famous for cheep liquor but since none of us drink, it wasn’t of any use for us. Well if someone is fond of food, booze, beaches it is surely a place to visit.

Priceless....

2009-12-23T15:03:00.000+05:30

Last few days were hectic. Gave two exams and many more yet to come.
P.S: Don't you dare ask me how I did in exams....

Saw this pic and MasterCard ad somewhere which I would like to share with everyone.

My condition is somewhat like this. Have nothing new to write.

And the MasterCard advertisement which goes like this-

GMAT - 250$
Manhattan GMAT classes - 1400$
Application to each school - 200$
Travel cost for interview - 350$

One admit from the dream school - PRICELESS!!

After this,

Tuition fees - 80000$...

But...
After MBA, dreams you convert into reality.....PRICELESS!!

(I am sure many of my friends would relate to it.)

This year it's different....

2009-11-29T19:52:00.000+05:30

1/12- This day comes every year....
But this year it's different; this year it's special, very special.

1st anniversary....

2009-11-06T17:15:00.000+05:30

During my college days I didn’t like the concept of blogging at all. I use to feel that it is a waste of time and laugh out at my friends who were bloggers. I couldn’t understand the logic of putting down your views, writing stories on some website and also reading out some crap written by others.

My views changed completely after I joined office. Thanks to few of my friends who inspired me to read blogs and then one fine day I actually made one of my own and not just that, I also wrote a post. Still that time I was not at all sure if I would be able to maintain my blog and post regularly. But here I am writing and updating my blog regularly and celebrating the 1st anniversary of my blog. It’s a big deal for me that after 1 year I am still alive here.

I would like to thank all my friends and fellow bloggers who have tolerated me and my writing so far. I don’t think I can write but my friends say I sometimes write well. That time I know I have made some really good friends who actually don’t want to tell me about my atrocious writing. Thank you guys.

I refuse to grow up....

2009-10-25T19:11:00.000+05:30

We all are actors wearing masks and pretending to be someone we are not. This might be hard to accept for us but yes, this is the truth. We are someone else when we are with our parents/relatives pretending to be all decent, we jump into some other character when we are with our gf/bf pretending to be loyal and faithful, when with elders/teachers/colleagues we are the one who is trying to present himself as mature and intelligent. I am not saying that one is not decent, loyal, mature or intelligent that he needs to pretend all the time but we cant disregard the fact that we have done this at some point of our life or still do or will do in future. One thing I understand that may be we pretend because we try to create a good impression on others.

But not with friends. We can be ourselves in front of our friends(I mean really good friends). With friends we need not to fear about creating any impression because they know us well. If we are 30 but still a kid by heart, we can show our true side to our freinds which cannot be the case with others who will consider us immature if we do so but our friends won't because they know us and understand us well. Afterall this is what friends are for- you can be as stupid as you want to be, as childish as you want to be, do whatever you feel like. There is a child in all of us but yes we would be considered immature if we show our childish behaviour to others and here is when friends come to our rescue. We won't be considered immature if we behave like that in front of our friends. Ofcourse we should know how to present ourself when we are with other people. We cannot afford to be called immature by others. What matters is how we put our views to others. One can argue that you are 30 and a kid by heart so how can you present yourself as a mature person in front of others so here I would like to say that being 30 and a kid by heart is different from being 30 and a kid by mind. Altough you are a kid by heart, your mind which is mature enough will eventually stop you from acting as a kid in front of others and the same mind will set you free to be what you are when you are with your friends.

Many a times we deprive ourselves with small-small things which we love to do and which gives us happiness like blowing in a glass full of juice through straw and creating bubbles, dancing in the rain, playing a silly prank which can make others laugh, hop on a swing and sway till we have forgotten all our worries, licking a cone icecream, hog on to chocolates. We deprive ourselves of hapiness because we know that we are mature and we are not supposed to act in such a way in front of others but there is no need to deprive ourselves with such happiness in front of our friends. I ask in this fast-forward life when we have no time for anything, when emotions and happiness have no place in life, when the life is just limited to home-office-home, if we find little happiness by being a kid or doing what you feel like in front of your close friends, what is wrong in it? I act in front of others but don't want to do the same when I am with friends.I don't know about others but I don't want to grow up at the cost of happiness. I value happiness more than anything else and thus in front of my pals I refuse to grow up.

I Love You Jaanu....

2009-10-02T10:17:00.003+05:30

No, no people please don’t get me wrong. I am perfectly normal, have not fallen in love or anything worthless like that. It’s just that these days I am seeing certain things which I feel are very awkward/farcical/nonsensical and which prompted me to write about it.

I happened to waste my time on a certain book which was full of such nonsensical stuffs.
In that book two people were deeply and madly in love with each other and they call each other lovingly by names- not the normal ones but the absurd ones like “jaanu”, “coochie-pie”, “sweetie-pie” and lots of other pies along with “darling”, “baby”. Also, they never happen to talk in a normal way. They used things like “Is my baby awake”, “My coochie-pie; have you finished your lunch/dinner?”, “Mera baby kya kar raha hai”, “I miss you jaanu” followed by “I love you jaanu” in their normal conversations. Now who the hell in the world talk like this????

Its ok you are in love but I can’t understand the fun of calling him/her “my baby, coochie-pie” etc. Can’t they just talk in a normal way?? I then thought it’s just that psycho writer who wrote all this crap until I came across those couples who actually talk in this fashion. It so happened that one of my friends was very happy one day. I asked him the reason- he said “today my gf had called me shona”. I asked him what it means to which he replied that it’s just a fun way of calling your beloved. It’s not that I don’t like love stories-I am a big movie buff, but still I just can’t digest the idea behind “sweetie-pie and coochie-pie”.

I was discussing this with one of my friends and he said it is pretty normal for people to do such stuffs when they are in love and he backed his statement with the messages in his Inbox. Those were from his gf. (Hope you all understand what types of messages were those)
He went on to the extent by saying that one day I will also do all such things when I will be actually in love or when I will get engaged. (How dare he!!)
I can never imaging myself getting indulged in such things. Yuck,yuck,yuck!!!!

An idle mind is devils workshop!

2009-09-10T14:22:00.000+05:30

This week I had no work in office; the code is being pushed into production so it’s kind of cool this week. (This means I will have to slog next week when I will get production issues :(:( )
So since I had nothing to do in office I was simply spending my time browsing, watching movies and thinking weird things. I have a few questions whose answers I don’t know.

1) Why do PETA volunteers generally have to pose nude to save animals?
I have seen in newspapers, various ad campaigns that they strip down for the cause. I just can’t understand the need to do so.

2) Why Dracula always craves for the blood of young and pretty girls?
All the movies I have seen, all the novels I have read about Dracula, this one thing is common in all. Everywhere Dracula was craving for the blood of young and pretty girls. I just can’t understand what is wrong in the blood of guys that he is not at all fond of it.

3) Why is money everything in this world?
Why do we begin our day with an urge to earn money and end our day with an urge to earn more money? Why is it above all relations, above everything?

Look what happens when imagination goes wild. It gives birth to such weird questions which finally takes the form of a post. That's why it is said "An idle mind is devils workshop"

BTW I will be glad if anyone answers to my questions.

Disclaimer: The author has nothing against PETA. It's just a weird thought that popped up in my mind.

Why can’t it be the other way around??

2009-08-03T10:00:00.000+05:30

“Why can’t it be the other way around??”
I just hate this line! I don’t know why, but I hate it. May be it is because I hear this line too often. I have friends who keep saying it, writing about it and till yesterday I had never imagined that I would write a post on it.

It’s actually funny to see people getting high and talking shit after that. But its when they start getting senti, that it gets horrible. Under such conditions, I just want to run.
Last night, one of my friends was high and got senti. I tried escaping but all my efforts went in vain. So I was stuck with him, and had to listen to him the whole night!!! In exchange, I took his permission to openly make fun of him in my blog.

So this friend of mine K is a family guy. He is very attached to his family, especially his sister. So the topic of discussion last night was K’s sister. He kept talking about his elder sister. He recalled incidents since his childhood such as the way his sister took all the blame on herself for all the wrong done by him and saved him from punishments, how she finished his homework when he used to fool around, how she taught him during exams, how she gave him-her chocolates, played with him and later gave him money from her salary when he joined college.

He became emotional because he wouldn’t meet her this time during Raksha Bandhan. He then started giving me gyan about this festival. He told me the history behind this festival (I will ask him later how he knew all those mythological stories) and said that on this festival the sister ties a rakhi on her brother’s hands and the brother takes a vow to protect his sister throughout his life (as if I am from some outer space that I didn’t know this.) Then to my surprise he changed the whole concept of this festival (as I said, he was high) and said that the custom should be that the brother should tie a rakhi on sister’s hand because it’s actually the sister who protectes/helpes/takes care of the brother.
The whole night he kept on saying just one line:
“Why can’t it be the other way around??”
(This is just one reason why I hate this line)

Yahoo!!!!

2009-07-30T09:10:00.000+05:30

There are moments in life when you just want to scream Yahoo!!!! from the top of your lungs, when you are very happy, want to do things you haven’t done from a long-long time. Yesterday was one such moment for me, when I wanted to scream Yahoo!! And yes I did something which I haven’t done since years.

I went home with that Yahoo!! Mood. Suddenly I realized that my cook owns a bicycle and I haven’t had a ride on bicycle since 6-7 years at least. I have very fond memories of bicycle; I had explored my entire city on my bicycle and I also used to go to school on bicycle. Few of my friends live near my home and we all used to come back home together after school gets over in a group riding our bicycles. The first time I had chased any PYT (Pretty Young Thing) was also on my bicycle. I stopped riding bicycle when I came in 11th standard; it was when I got a scooter. After that I got so busy in life that I almost forgot the joy of riding a bicycle. I went to nasha’s home a few days, saw her bicycle back but couldn’t ride it as it was punctured. But yesterday I borrowed my cook’s bicycle and went out on a ride.

The area near my place was very crowded-the usual Bangalore traffic; but still I somehow I managed to ride it; I also did a few stunts that I used to do with my bicycle. One thing I realized; Bangalore is not for cycle riders; they are the most vulnerable, more than pedestrians, more than bike riders, more than anyone else. I don’t remember getting scared on road ever but yesterday on bicycle was something different. Still I enjoyed my half hour ride on bike, came back home had dinner and then had chocolate. (Those who don’t know me- my friends say I don’t need booze to get high, any chocolate would suffice) One of my friends (CB) had given me a big bar of dark chocolate which I had kept only to eat on some special occasion, so yesterday I enjoyed that chocolate. As if all this wasn’t enough, I also got a lunch invitation from one of my friends. And today I am going to corner house (another thing which gets me high) with my hogging partner and my module lead. Yippee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Cheers to all of us....

2009-07-28T10:22:00.000+05:30

Yippee!!!! Today I have completed one year in office….I still very well remember the day I joined office. (My past experiences can be read here and here) It’s hard to believe that I had survived 1 year in this company. There had been incidences when I felt that I wouldn’t be staying here any more; but here I am, sitting in my cubicle, typing this post.

I was talking to Infinitics the other day and asked him what he did on completing his one year at office. He told me that all the people who had joined with him sat together and cried. Cried because it had been a year and they are still stuck with the same company and same job. Well it’s not that I am very much happy and satisfied with my company, my job; but as of now there are no regrets either. I am happy that my condition in my office is not like that of Dory. He is ultra bored in office, know very few people. This is just because his company is small and took only 3 freshers. He is confined only to his team, his motions have been circumscribed. I am glad it’s nothing like that in my office. (I apologize for mentioning about you Dory without your consent.)

Well if I look back, I must say things have turned up pretty well for me. Got very good friends (I mean really very-very good), very good teammates, very good boss!!!! (OK let’s not get into that.) All I can say is that my office is a fun place to be at. So till now things have been fine. Let’s see how it turns up in future. As of now, it’s celebration time….We have some plans for the day. We will be going out for lunch to mark the first anniversary of our job.

Laddu can't code saala....

2009-07-06T10:18:00.000+05:30

Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs,
and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.........
*********************************************************************************

This month end I will be completing one year in office. It has been a nice experience working in this company, had lots of fun and above that made many good friends.

With the experience that I have gained in this 1 year I can say that this s/w engg. is one of the easiest profession; you just need to master the use of Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V; but its not for me.

The other day I was sitting in office, breaking my head into some dumb code, listening to some song when I came up with my own. It goes on something like this.

hai muscular,
hai popular.
spectacular, he's a bachelor
laddu ki gaadi tez hai, laddu kudiyon mein craze hai,
laddu ki aankhen dark black, laddu dikhta gol-matol hai,
fastrack ki ghadi haaton mein hai, perfume lomani waala,
but laddu can’t code saala........

papa kehte hai bada naam karega, mera laddu aisa kaam karega....
laddu ke paas hai BE, karta hai hills pe holiday,
hey hey ye hey,
laddu tabla bajata hai,
jaha jaata hai cha jaata hai
par laddu can’t code saala.......
laddu code nahi kar sakta.......

A trip that was....

2009-06-09T09:48:00.002+05:30

The rock was huge and was steep. Dory, Infinitics and Arv had somehow climbed that rock. (I still wonder how they had managed to do that) JJ, AJ and I were stuck behind. It was difficult for us to climb from the middle, the way the other 3 did so we were climbing from the edge taking support of the bushes and trying to find some foothold and handhold. The edge was covered with the slippery mud and the bushes were thorny. Behind me were JJ and AJ. Suddenly I reached a point where there was nothing to hold, no foothold and handhold, no support at all, just the slippery mud and it was then I lost balance and began to fall from that rock.

Last 2 months have been very tiring for me. Almost everyday I had been spending 12 hours in office and even wasting my weekends in office. I was tired and I badly needed a break. So finally we (Infinitics, Dory, AJ, JJ, Arv and I) planned a short trip to Skandagiri. We all assembled at Infinitics place and finally started at around 2.30AM. None of us knew the way and we got lost. We used all the resources possible like stopping truck drivers, waking up people asleep and asking for directions, calling one of our friends at 4 in morning, using GPS and Google. The wind was blowing so fast that our bikes wobbled. I had never experienced such thing in my life- a bike wobbling because of fast blowing wind. Finally we reached Skandagiri. A guide stopped us and said that its 8kms trek and demanded 250 bucks to show us the directions. We said 100, the deal couldn’t be settled and we went ahead on our own. Actually none of us liked the idea of guide, we had never taken any guides help in any of our trips and didn't want in this one also.

We parked our bikes and started climbing up the hill. We thought we had chosen the correct path but we were wrong. We had to walk around the hill, go to the other side to get on the track. (We figured this out later) It was still dark and the visibility was poor. Initially it was very easy to climb, but later it became very difficult for us to climb. We had to cross through bushes and thorns, and still we were not sure if we were on the correct track. We started having a feeling that we had taken the wrong track but still we decided to go on with that. We just kept on climbing up, crossing the thorns and the bushes, finding the footholds and handholds on the rocks. Then we reached to this spot. It was that huge rock where I lost control and began to fall. My whole life flashed in front of my eyes.

I was aware that JJ and AJ were behind me. While sliding down, I tried reducing my speed a bit by my right foot and hand. I twisted my ankle while doing so. Suddenly I felt a jerk and realized that I had stopped sliding down. I saw JJ holding my hand which had prevented me from falling down. I looked at JJ and then at AJ who was standing below and the first thing I said to AJ was “I don’t think I would have died if I would have fallen down” to which he replied “No you wouldn’t and also I was standing here.”

Well after that it became impossible for us to go ahead that way because there was no support. We tried searching for some other way up. Infinitics came down to help us. At the extreme end we saw a bunch of thorns and bushes covering the entire area, it was dark. We had no other option so we had to go through that thorny bushes.

There were two other incidences where the climbing was almost vertical and going back was not an option since it was not at all possible to climb down the way we had climbed up and our only hope to go down was to go up and find some proper way down. So we had to climb up. Infinitics, Dory and Arv had to pull us (JJ, AJ and I) up; somehow we managed to climb up. We kept on climbing up with the hope to find some proper and safe way down the hill.

After climbing a little more we found that there were less thorny bushes and steep rocks and thus the climbing became a little simpler. I was feeling very brave that none other than us would have ever dared to cross this way. We started making fun of guides and thought of giving them double the amount they demanded and asking them to show us the way we came from. After climbing a little more I faintly heard girls giggling, climbing a little more I could hear them screaming and shouting. A sudden disappointment ran into my nerves; I thought we were not the only brave hearts to cross this; there were others also (girls!!!!) who had crossed this. But it lasted only for a while when we reached the spot and saw a proper way which can lead us back. We had finally figured out a proper way to go down. All the pain vanished in a second and we got fresh energy and we climbed the rest of the hill on that path only.

Reached the peak; it’s difficult to write in words the feeling you get when you are actually standing in between clouds and the wind is blowing so hard that you are scared to stand without any support, fearing that the wind might blow you away. Finally staying there for an hour or so we decided to return. We stopped in a CCD on the way back home, reached home around 3pm and went to sleep only to get up the next day around 6 morning.

It was one hell of a trip, the best one I could recall so far. After this trip and from the experiences I have gained from the previous ones, I reached a conclusion that if there is a hill that is open for tourists, there has to a proper way to climb up.

So now let’s look at our status:
Shivgange: Conquered
Nandi Hills: Conquered
Skandagiri: Conquered
Next on our check list is DD hills.

Enclosed below are some some pics of Nandi Hills and Skandagiri.

the view from nandi hills.

there was an airtel tower. Infinitics, Dory and Arv climbed that tower and AJ, Abhinav and I satyed behind. This pic was taken by Arv from the top of that tower.

the roads are so smooth. driving here in itself is a wonderful experience.

that's me driving with Arv as pillion. i hate him for not letting me ride on the way down the hill.

our sweethearts.

the view from skandagiri.

on our way back.

we came down from there.

the averege size of the thorns that which we had to pass through in order to conquer this hill.

Aj's photographic skill + his 8MP cellphone = an awesome pic.

while coming back Aj's cell fell on road. this pic was taken to test if the camera of his cell was still in working condition.

Forwarded E-Mails..........

2009-05-22T10:55:00.000+05:30

One of my friends asked me about my biggest stress buster in office. I told him its reading blogs and then I asked him his. To my surprise he said its forwarded e-mails. I gave him a dirty look and called him a nut-case. He went on to justify his statement.
He said that how many times in a day it happens that you have been working continuously for hours and you need a break but can’t afford to go out because of work. You are frustrated and then all of a sudden you see a pop up of a new mail on your screen and you open your outlook and read that mail which proves out to be a forwarded e-mail. It puts a momentarily smile on your face and helps you in getting overcome your frustration.

Well I have never thought about those forwards the way he did. I mean sometimes the forwards are fine but I can’t call them stress busters. Well whatever the case may be, he made me think about the forwarded e-mails. Chances are high that you have already seen that forward earlier. I also do send forwards and once I got the same mail that I had forwarded to someone else. In these mails you can see the deadliest of the pj’s, the pics of yummy cakes, pics of the pretty girls (yup I agree that this is a stress buster ;) ), mails asking you to forward it to 10 people to get good luck, mails saying you have won a laptop and many more. You can see all the stupidest of things possible in such mails. I have realized that sometimes it’s frustrating but sometimes its fun also. Many a times instead of laughing at the content of such mails we laugh at the sender thinking that how can one send such mails. I wonder how many of my friends who had become the victim of my forwards would have laughed at me!!!!

Anyways whatever the case may be, I don’t mind getting forwards and sending them back to others. One such forward I got recently. It’s about someone who has been getting forwards since ages and is now frustrated with them. It goes on like this….

Hilarious Mail from a frustrated victim of chain mails

I wanted to thank all my friends and family who have forwarded chain letters to me in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008 and continuing it in 2009 also.

Because of your kindness:

* I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it's good for removing toilet stains.

* I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS.

* I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer...

* I don't leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and sometimes I even have to walk about 7 blocks for fear that someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.

* I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill with calls to Uganda, Pakistan, Singapore and Tokyo.

* I also stopped drinking anything out of a can for fear that I will get sick from the rat faeces and urine.

* When I go to parties, I don't look at any girl, no matter how hot she is, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me, then take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.

* I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times.. (Poor girl! she's been 7 since 1993...)

* Still open to help somebody from Bulgaria who wants to use my account to transfer his uncle's property of $ 100 million. So much trustworthy.

* Made some Hundred wishes before forwarding those Ganesh , Tirupathi Balaji pics etc.
Now most of those 'Wishes' are already married (to someone else)

IMPORTANT NOTE:
If you do not send this e-mail to at least 11,246 people in the next 10 seconds, a bird will **** on your head today at 6:30pm.

Nothing has happened till now......................but who knows. So please forward.

A Weird Dream....

2009-05-09T20:44:00.000+05:30

That night I had a weird dream (I am not sure if I should call it weird). GODji came to my dream and chatted with me for quite sometime.

Me - Namaste GODji.
GODji – Bless you son. So how are you?
Me - I am fine.
GODji – Really!! You don’t look fine. You don’t seem to be happy these days. You have stopped smiling also.
Me - Yes GODji. Kuch tension chal rahi hai aaj-kal. You toh know everything naa??
GODji – You are not the first person to have some problems. Problems are an integral part of life. You know it very well. It doesn’t mean that you will stop smiling, stop being happy.
Me - But with all this how can I smile and be happy?
GODji – Just remember one simple thing. Peaceful surroundings cannot create happiness in you. But your happiness can create peaceful surroundings for you and others around you. So live happily, start smiling no matter whatever the situation is. You can never know how much good a simple smile can do.
Me - Ya I understand but……..
GODji – There is no place for if’s and but’s in this. If you will be sad, seeing you the people around you, your loved ones, your friends will feel bad, they will be sad. One should even have the capability to laugh at himself. Those who cannot laugh at themselves leaves the job to be done by others.
Me - (Puzzled)
GODji - The world’s happiest person never gets all the best things around him. He just makes the best of what he gets. And there is no reason for you to be sad. You have always got the best- best family, best education, best buddies.
Me - GODji you know what?? You are right. I have always got the best.
GODji – Ya I know, I am always right. Son, smile and the world smiles with you, laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and the world laughs at you louder.
If you have decided to be happy, no one can stop you and if you have decided to be sad, no one can help you. It’s all in the mind. Time never remains the same. You have got just one life son. You cannot afford to waste it by being sad and unhappy.

THE CHOICE IS YOURS……………….

GODji signs off with this leaving me wondering about it.......

Love Marriage!!!!

2009-04-14T15:04:00.010+05:30

Going back home after months is always great. I cannot describe the feeling in words. I enjoyed a lot, ate a lot more :) . But this time my trip home proved to be a bit different, something that I could have never imagined. One of my cousins was getting married; it’s a love marriage (the first one in my family). The guy is from some other caste, and so, as expected, initially everyone was against the marriage (yes, people are still narrow minded and bother about castes). But my cousin was firm at her decision and everyone had to agree. I last met K (my cousin) when she was in Bangalore. She said “I have now opened the doors for the younger ones in the family like you. Life will be easy for you all now (wink-wink). “
I said “thanks but I don’t need this” and wished her for her new life.

So it was the first day at home and I was having dinner with my parents:
Dad: So how is work going?
Me: It’s going good.
Mom: How are the people in your office?
Me: They are quite cool. Have made a few very good friends in office. I am lucky to find such friends.
Dad: What is the effect of recession in your company?
Me: Not much in India, though people are losing jobs in US office.
Mom: So did you hear about K?
Me: She is getting married naa?
Mom: Love marriage.
Me: Oh yes, I know that. I met her in Bangalore.
Mom: And the guy is from some other caste.
Me: Yes I know. So?
Mom: No, nothing.
(After a long pause)
Dad: So what are your plans?
Me: I haven’t thought about it yet. I have just joined office. I will think about higher studies later.
Mom: Dad is asking about something else.
Me: (gave a confused look).
Mom: So what do you think about marriage.
Me: It’s good that K is getting married. Even if the guy is from other caste, it should not bother anyone now. We should act like mature people.
Dad: Mom is talking about your marriage.
Me: WHAT?? (wdf!!)
Mom: Yes, we were thinking ……..
Me: (interrupting her) I don’t want to get married for another 4-5 years.
Dad: Of course, we are not asking you to marry now.
Me: So what were you both thinking?
Mom: We were just wondering if you have a girlfriend!!
Me: And what made you both think so??
Mom: You are in Bangalore from the past 4-5 years. So…..
Me: So??
Mom: So we were just thinking that you might be having a…..
Me: (in a bit harsh way) No I don’t have any gf.
Dad: So you don’t have any gf?
Me: NO.
Mom: Why??
(Now this is too much. They were driving me crazy)
Me: What do you mean by why??
Dad: (he saw me losing my temper so tried to change the topic) Actually we were just trying to tell you that we will accept any girl you want to marry, we have no problem with her caste. You are free to choose any girl you like. We have no problem if you want to do a love marriage.
Me: Thanks, but now can we change the topic please?
Mom: So rude!!
Me: Duh!!

After dinner I came back to my room and was thinking about what had just happened, I wondered what went wrong with them. Next day I went to meet my aunt. (I have countless relatives. I spend more than half of my vacation time meeting them )

Aunt: So how is office going?
Me: It’s going good.
Aunt: Did you hear about K?
Me: Yes, she is getting married.
Aunt: It’s a love marriage and the guy is from some other caste.
Me: Yeah I know.
Aunt: So what about you?
Me: What-What about me?
Aunt: What have you thought?
Me: About what?
Aunt: About marriage.
(By this time it was obvious what she was up to but I tried to pretend as if I didn’t get her point)
Me: (I repeated the same thing that I had earlier said to my parents) Yes, I feel it’s great. It’s good for her.
Aunt: No I am talking about your marriage. (I knew this was coming)
Me: I don’t want to marry now.
Aunt: I just want to ask if you have any girlfriend?
Me: No aunty; I don’t have any gf. (Something is definitely wrong in my hometown. All of them are acting insane)
Aunt: Its ok, you can tell me.
Me: Tell you what? I have nothing to tell.
(Now I was getting really pissed off)
Aunt: Ok if you don’t want to tell me now then fine. Just remember that you can tell me about your gf anytime. I will talk to your parents and will convince them. Anyways this generation of yours believes in love marriage more than arrange marriage.
Me: Thank you very much, but I have no such intentions, I haven’t even thought anything about it now.
It was then that my little cousin came back from school and my aunt changed the topic. When I was leaving she asked me again: “Do you really have no gf? I am sure you are hiding something from me.”
I decided not to see her again in my life till I get married or get a gf.

Then I met R (one of my cousins). She is the one who tells me all the inside stories of our families and everything that is happening behind my back. But as they say - nothing comes for free. I have to bribe her all the time for the info.

Me: Tell me what’s going on?
R: (gave me a confused look)
Then I told her everything that had happened to me in the past two days.
R: Oh yes, you don’t know. Now everyone has changed. All thanks to K didi.
Me: What has changed? Who have changed? Tell me in detail, will you?
R: After her case, all are saying that it’s ok if children chose their better-halves on their own. Then they were talking about you. They were saying that you must be having a girlfriend. You are away from home from such a long time so they all are under the impression that you have a gf. And the best part is that they all are ready to accept any girl you want to marry with, they have no problem with your love marriage. Cool naa?
Bhaiya aapki toh nikal padi. (wink-wink)
Me: I feel people have gone crazy. They have nothing to do so they started discussing all this crap for time-pass. They should better utilize their time and do something useful rather than discussing about me-my life.
R: So rude you are. Ok tell me do you love anyone?
Me: Naah I don’t. I believe this love is a time waste. There are other better things in life to do. I have hardly seen any people in love getting married. Usually they end up in marrying someone else. Why to waste your time for all this? Love sucks and so does the love marriage.
R: Bhaiya you know what?
Me: What?
R: You suck big time.
Me: Get lost.
R: You get lost.
Me: #$^$*^#^!@#!
R: @!$@#&%^%@#%^#$&$%^@$%^@#$^#$%^!@#$!@$%@#%@#%^#@%#&@
(Believe me people it’s very difficult to win from your younger ones)

I came back home, was tired, went to my room, consoled myself by imagining that this place is infected with some kind of contagious disease which is attacking people’s brain and making them crazy. I need to be very careful.
Few more days passed and to my relief everyone behaved normally. I thought all this is over and now I can live peacefully at home until the other day when my uncle came to meet me.

Uncle: So how is office going?
Me: It’s going good.
Uncle: Did you hear about K?
Me: Yes, she is getting married.
Uncle: So what are your plans?
Me: (On no!! not again!!!!)

Now I have decided that next time when I go home, if anyone behaves insanely I am going to tell them that I have married secretly in Bangalore and you people need not to bother about me any more.

I just remembered this forward. It goes something like this:

At wedding parties the uncles and aunts pull me by my cheeks and say “you are next”
They stopped when I started doing the same at the funerals.

All you people out there who are interested in love marriage but don't have anyone to fall in love with. Check this out.
(NO he didn't pay me for this.)

Speed thrills, but Kills!

2009-03-31T16:04:00.001+05:30

Speed thrills, but Kills! How many times have we read this at the traffic signals and how many times have we ignored it? Have we ever given it a thought? Well I haven’t and I am sure there are many more like me who have never given a shit to it.

I love speed. Whenever I am on bike I feel like a superhero who can do whatever he feels like and I ride fast-very fast. I believe that bikes and cars are meant to be driven fast. I love to drive in a zigzag manner. I just can’t explain how much I enjoy speeding just before the humps and the feeling when bike jumps over them is thoroughly ecstatic. It is a mixture of thrill, excitement and pride that I have done something which generally people cannot do or don’t want to do or don’t have the balls to do. But not any more. Now I am forced to think that what have I gained by riding fast, jumping over the humps?? Confucius says- we don’t understand things when told to us and learn only either from our mistakes or from others; like I did.

It was a fine Tuesday morning. My friend’s cousin took out his dad’s car at 4’o clock in the morning (without his parent’s consent since they were out of town and we guys consider it against our pride to take advice from our sisters) and went out for a stroll. Just like any other adolescent lad he was driving fast. He was with one of his friends. Suddenly a bicycle came in front of him; he tried to evade but couldn’t and hit the bicycle from behind and ran over the man who was riding it. Then while trying to run he hit the car into an electric pole and smashed the wall next to it. His friend suffered major injuries in the head and he had minor bruise. The man on the bicycle died on the spot. He was some 23 years old or so. A life so precious was snuffed in seconds!

Till now I had just read in papers about the hit and run cases but the first time I realized its seriousness was when the same had happened to someone I know. This made me think about the consequences of driving fast. While driving we feel that our pa owes the road and we can drive in whichever manner we feel like. After being aware of this accident I asked myself a few questions which I couldn’t answer. Why do we do all this?? Do we consider driving fast, jumping over the humps or wheeling as our style statement?? Do we drive fast because we love speed, or we do it just to impress girls or is there some other reason behind it?? Do we drive fast to save our time?? Well, I don’t think it could be the reason because anyways we will get stuck at the traffic signals. Ok even if we save some time by driving fast, it doesn’t makes any sense to me because we are taking a huge risk by driving fast which is not at all worth doing. I don’t think driving fast is an act of chivalry anymore; neither will I be getting any award for the valor. I prefer driving slow rather than regretting the follies later in my life.

All I have to say is that I have learned a very big lesson from this and I promise myself to drive slowly, stop jumping the bike over humps and stop ridding in a zigzag way. And just a piece of advice to all. We all have heard this 1000 times and also have ignored it 1000 times - people please drive slowly, follow the traffic rules and don’t drink and drive. You will not gain anything by doing so. Life is short, don’t make it shorter.

Speed is 5 letter word and so is Death.
Slow is 4 letter word and so is Life.
Better late than never.

A true Indian....

2009-03-09T09:09:00.000+05:30

DISCLAMAIR: This post has been written without any intention of dishonoring anyone living or dead. The author has nothing personal against any individual.

In 2003, as a ‘proud Kannadiga’, he bought back to Karnataka Tipu Sultan’s sword from England for Rs 1.5 crore. Two years later, he put down a million pounds at a Sotheby’s auction in London to purchase some more Tipu’s items. In 2009, as a ‘true Indian’, he bought metal-rimmed glasses, sandals, pocket watch, bowl and plate for $1.8 million in a controversial New York auction.

I am a little confused. I am confused about who a true Indian is? Is it a soldier who gives away his life while fighting for us? Is it a pilot who crashes in the mountains, evading it from crashing into the city, without caring about his own life? Is it a honest taxi driver who returns a bag back to his passengers who had forgotten in his taxi and does not accept any favors in return or is it a poor-hungry man who gives his food to the people who are starving, in spite of the fact that he does not have sufficient food to feed himself and his family. Is it a young girl who along with her friends, goes every month to an orphanage and sponsors a days meal? Or someone who spends crores of rupees to bring back to India, the possessions of someone, who is no more alive ????

The World Bank has estimated that a third of the global poor now reside in India. The planning commission of India has estimated that 27.5% of the population is living below the poverty line. Literacy rate is 61%. There are lakhs of people who have no proper home,living in slums and footpaths. I just can’t understand one thing. When there are so many needy and poor people then why not to help the destitute instead of spending so much money to bring back the belongings of someone; even though that someone is the one because of who we are free today. I am sure that if he had been alive, he would have cried at the situation. And what are we going to do with this stuff?? We will put them in a museum for people to look at it. Spending so much money just for this doesn’t make any sense to me.

I was discussing this with one of my friends. He said it’s his money, his wish. I am no one to say things like this.Yeah right! Who the hell am I to comment on this. But as I said; I am a little confused. I am confused that I have an objection of people calling him a true Indian or his spending his own money in such a way. Is it correct to waste so much money on this when the same can be used for making the country a better place?? May be it is correct because its his own money, may be it is more important to waste crores like this when the same can be doled out to help the needy, may be its just my narrow mindness which is not letting me see the bigger picture, may be its just my mind which doesn't know the meaning of a 'true indian' or may be I should mind my own business as it's his own money. So many may be's.. Aahhhh....I am confused....

P.S: This post has been written in a hurry without any RnD. I have no clue if that ‘true Indian’ is actually involved in any kind of charitable activities. I apologize if I hurt anyones feelings or emotions.

What’s in a name?

2009-02-05T11:42:00.012+05:30

DISCLAMAIR: Censor Board has been very cruel to me and has asked me to edit a few lines in this post in exchange for a ‘U’ certificate. So friends, I have to edit a few things, which will be seen enclosed in “*”. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Long ago there was a guy called William Shakespeare who gave the world this famous dialogue “What’s in a name?” Well my answer to this is ‘everything’. We cannot imagine life without names. I am here to discuss about the names but not the regular or official ones.

Since childhood we have been giving Nicknames to our teachers, principals and friends. Some of us even have nicknames given to us by our parents and the family members call us by that name only instead of our official names but those nicknames are the pretty decent ones. The names that we give our friends, teachers are far from any sort of decency and are super hilarious.

Here I would like to mention about a few such names that I came across in my school and college days. To start with the school days, our principal was lovingly called as dinku, vice-principal as raka, our biology sir was luka, physics sir was lallan, mathematics sir was munshi (in his spectacular spectacles he looks like a munshi jii). Hindi and history ma’am were always together and we call them indu-bindu, music sir was raju tabalchi. Can’t write about this particular Hindi sir because the censor board was cruel enough to make me edit his name, two more mathematics sir were called gucchu and khujli, hindi one was bhaya, nagin was our English ma’am, carpenter sir was nanu, another geography fellow was charsi.

I remember only a few of my school mates like gheesa, dibiya, chahu, kauya, sanju-manju, sharp shooter, kaliya, angu, sheela (a guy bearing the characteristics of a girl, thus the name), udho dho dho, jhansi ki raani, chakka, labour, murda,hilla, hateli, tin-tin, dollar bahu (another guy), master jain. Sadly I haven’t met most of them since I left school. Where are you guys??????? I miss you people.

Now let’s come to the most important, memorable, exciting, thrilling and adventurous part of my life - the college life. Although it’s not at all fair to compare the college life with the school life which was an equally exciting and memorable one; I could have never imagined the same level of freedom that I had in college days to be there in school days. Till the time I was in school, I had to listen to stuffs like - come back home on time, don’t ride bike above 40kmph (40!! I can ride a bicycle faster than this), sleep on time, eat on time, don’t watch movies, study on time and hell lot of other things but in college-approx. 2300 kms from home, there was no one to say all this. I could do whatever I feel like. Also during the school days, at the time of examinations I used to get very nervous but in college during the exams I could see everyone equally nervous and that helped me reducing my nervousness to a great extent. Ok so without comparing the school-college life let’s get back to the topic which is about the nicknames.

The first day we met each other in hostel, we introduced ourselves with our original names and within two months (I wonder what took it so long) we all had given some nicknames to each other. These nicknames were based on our character, attitude and habits. Here I would like to mention about a few such names.

To start with I would like to mention about my roomy jhadu- his hairs were like a broom-stick so he got that name. Then there was tinka- he was a very lean guy, ravi ra**I - daily after dinner you can spot him at pmc (piya milan chowk), ganiya - as his favourite dialogue was ga**ya phad denge, paddhu- due to his farting habits, mutthu- censor board had asked me to edit this one so I can’t tell the exact reason for his name, taap - now there are many stories behind this; some say he copies a lot in exams thus the name, some say he flicks stuffs, some say he is a stalker. I don’t know the exact reason. There was Prabhu dada - because of his physique, palenda - because of his trademark dialogue “arre palenda ho re”, chucha nepali - as he was from India -Nepal border, joda - he was from some place which has this name, chowde - again censor board is to be blamed for me not telling the reason, pagal - he used to behave like that, atthe - again because of his peculiar speaking style, bbc - bi**y ba****d, chotu - he was a short statured guy.

There were other people also with the names like khan, boxer, chacha, mak, rathodi, main- la**a, up-maharaj, down-maharaj, chillar, bhai, la**ekant, gajju, chota gajju, keshu, dalla, monu, golu and DD bahi- his room was the hottest (wink wink) room in the whole hostel; thanks to the seniors who left the room without taking out all those posters and pics (wink wink) and also a few classmates like dhannu, mangu, miss jkr, patte, hero anna, dosti, fool, lambu, simha, chuha. And yes who can forget pande ji in our hostel because of who we got this famous dialogue “arre padhai-likhai to sab pande ** *** ** **** hoti hai”

I have never seen such characters in my life. I have done my schooling from my native place where everyone was from the same town so I never got a chance to interact with people from other places and ethnicity. It was only when I came to college I realized that there are such diverse characters in this world. But I feel that if such characters wouldn't have been there with me for all these four years, my life wouldn’t have been so rocking. I feel that those who haven't stayed in hostel during their engineering days are not true/real engineers.

Oh yes how can I forget to mention about this character? This guy will never share the sweets bought by him from his home but will hog like anything at the sweets bought by his friends, always ready to grab the sweets and ice-creams of his friends in the hostel mess during lunch/dinner, have done some setting with the mess staff of his hostel for some extra food items, used to eat chocolates at least 4-5 times a day, other people in hostel used to get sutta (cigarettes) to stay awake at night during exams and this guy will get chocolates for the night out which he will never share with any of his friends, didn’t even spared his classmates and used to eat their lunch during the boring lectures. Maybe his friends have predicted this, that’s why in the 1st semester itself they gave him the name “laddu”.

Enclosed below is the pic of this guy. You can see him hogging in the hostel mess.

Addiction.....

2009-02-04T09:45:00.001+05:30

Addiction to anything is bad. I have seen people getting addicted to lots of things and wasting their lives. When I came to this place I promised myself that I will not get addicted to anything. I was always scared because I have no self control over myself and I get addicted to things very easily and quickly. I somehow managed to survive without any addiction (my addiction to chocolates can be excluded) till now, but now it seems I am addicted to something. I am addicted to blogging.

Though it seems weird but it’s the truth. I don’t write much but these days I have been thinking about it a lot. While coming to office, working in office or even while going back home from office and even in my dreams I just think about blogs and posts. There was a time when I used to hate blogs. For me it was a waste of time. But now things have changed a lot. Now I am addicted to it and I blame two of my friends for my condition.

First one is nasha. Whenever I go to her desk I find her reading some or the other blogs. During breaks she tells us about the blogs she had read which seems interesting to me. I started taking some interest in the blogs and asked her to send me the links. I read the blogs referred by her and got amused. Once I started reading, I also read the posts written by Patchez-another friend of mine. Finally I got inspired and decided to write something on my own and thus came my first post in November. Then I thought of not writing anything more (I am not capable of doing so) but they motivated me to write by appreciating me posts. Not just that, Patchez also suggested me to change the name of my blog. Earlier I was having some crappy name and it was she who gave it such a cool name.

Thus I started writing. I write in office. That day I was supposed to work on my project but I was writing something and my TL caught me. Luckily my TL is cool enough so he just ignored it and asked me to work. These days I am thinking about the blogs all the time. Yesterday I realized that what the hell I am doing!!!! This is not the real me who is getting addicted to something and wasting time in blogging rather then doing other useful stuffs like orkut, gmail, youtube, movies (yes these are useful stuffs for me).
I have no self control over myself. I should get a little serious now and stop thinking about it. Addiction to anything is bad and I get addicted to things very easily.

The Hostel........

2009-02-02T19:38:00.000+05:30

This post is the continuation of the post by dory.

We promised each other that night that this wouldn’t be the last of our tales. After a month or so, we again went to the hospital only to discover that the gates to the terrace had been locked and the windows were sealed. So there was no way we could go to the terrace now. We were disappointed that the terrace was closed to us forever. Now we were in search of a new place but we weren’t able find anything exciting enough. Life was boring. Only college-hostel-food-movies were left in our lives. We sometimes go to pmc (originally called pre medical college but had been renamed to piya milan chowk by the majnu’s of our institution) but there was no fun, no adventure. We want something different, something exciting.

One evening dory and I were in infinitiks hostel and I was telling them about a building that I accidentally came across (thanks to jhadu-another friend of mine). This was the old building near the college. This building was a very old one, and its 2nd floor was totally devastated and there was no light in that floor at all. Only level 0 and level 1 were in use. We were in search of something new so we just decided to go there one night. So after dinner dory and I went to infinitiks’s hostel. He joined us and we all went to that building. We reached the 2nd floor of that building and there was no one on that floor; it was dark. We purposely decided to go there at night because it’s easier to escape unidentified at night. There were many rooms in several rows. After observing keenly we found out that these rooms were actually ex-classrooms. Then we reached the end of a row and took a left turn. There was complete darkness; the visibility was zero. We couldn’t see anything, not even the floor. We weren’t even sure that there was a floor beyond. We started wondering if the floor was broken and if we fell down?? Finally we decided to go in and check out for ourselves whether the floor was broken. When we reached, there was absolute silence. We could even hear each other breathing. I was a little scared and was holding infinitiks’s hands. Dory was coming behind us. No one uttered even a word. We were all quiet and a little scared. We were walking very slowly and all sorts of random bad thoughts were coming to our minds. Finally after walking in there for a few minutes or so we reached the end and we saw a light to our left and we went in that direction. It was after going there we realized that the place where we had just walked in was actually a huge hall just behind those class rooms. We were so much thrilled by the experience of walking in the dark with zero visibility that we decided to go there once again. But this time it was a bit different as we knew that what was there in that place and we didn’t enjoy that much. So we moved on ahead.

On moving ahead we saw a staircase. We went up the stairs saw a gate to the terrace that was locked. We came down and began to look for other ways to go up to the terrace
(instinctively we’ve ended up at the terraces of a lot of buildings). The floor was incredibly vast and there were several staircases to the terrace, but all of them were locked and we were checking all the possible ways to go up in the dark. Luckily we found one that wasn’t locked (a major security breach which was good for us) and finally we found ourselves on the terrace. This terrace was even huger. So huge that it can easily accommodate 3-4 football fields. It was because there were at least 5-6 buildings sharing a common terrace. We were at one end of the terrace. Infinitiks and dory insisted on going ahead and exploring the whole of the terrace. I said “no”. Now this was the time when the semester was about to get over and exams were coming. As usual, I hadn’t studied anything and above all this it was cloudy and it could have rained anytime and was not in a mood of getting drenched or falling sick and losing some precious study time. So I protested but I guess my efforts were in vain. And I decided to go with them. There were a couple of small rooms on the terrace. As we were walking towards the other end of the terrace, we were recognizing the buildings in that area. By that time our eyes were adjusted to the darkness.

Finally we reached to the other end of terrace. We looked down and saw several rooms in each of the 3 floors. Then we saw a lady guard walking in one of the corridors and some clothes hanging on the ropes in the corridors and few girls busy with their cell phones. It took us some time to understand the situation. We were thrilled and couldn’t speak anything. We were just looking at each other and were feeling proud of the great discovery that we had just done, we were actually standing on the terrace of a girl’s hostel. It took us some time to realize this and a little longer time to become normal after this discovery. We could clearly see the rooms and the girls- busy studying, chatting on cell phones, watching something on laptops. We were wondering what to do next, it was then we heard a voice from behind. We turned back and saw someone coming towards us.

Our reaction to this was very obvious- we started running for our lives. (Later dory told us that while running he turned back and looked at that guy and saw him lifting a brick lying on the floor to scare us away). We thought of escaping from the same way by which we came up the terrace but we got confused and went down the wrong way. The gate was locked so we had to come back and look for some other way to escape. Luckily that man had stopped chasing us and we found the right way and came down from the terrace and then finally out of the building. By the time we were out of the building it had started raining heavily. We waited for it to get over. We kept wondering if the man who chased us was a guard and if he followed us to catch us?? It had started to rain more heavily by then. We decided to move on in the rain because it was of no use in wasting time there, waiting for the rain to get over. We took a polythene bag from a coffee shop nearby and put our wallets, watches, cell phones inside it and that went inside my jeans pocket. It was cold and we were completely drenched. It was around 1am and there was no one on the road. Something came to our mind and we took off our shirts and vests. If someone would have seen us that time, he would have mistaken us as drunkards who were walking bare-chested in rain, at 1am. Infinitiks went to his hostel and dory and I came to ours. We were so excited with that day’s events. This was probably the craziest thing anyone of us had ever done.

Then we got busy in our studies and had stopped everything but only for that one semester. Next semester we decided to go there again. So we reached that same old building, and we started to figure out several other ways to reach the terrace. We were also trying to guess from which way the man who chased us before would have come to the terrace the last time. This time around, we even found out a way to go INSIDE the girl’s hostel from the terrace (another major security breach). Infinitiks and I went down to the hostel and dory followed us closely. We had a mixed feeling of thrill and excitement when we actually touched the floor of the girl’s hostel. We were on the 3rd floor of the girl’s hostel and were just few steps away from the nearest room. We were so close that we can easily read the posters and the crappy slogans on the doors of the rooms. Infinitiks was on my right side and was blocking my view towards the right. I could only look towards the left where I saw a long corridor. Suddenly infinitiks ran back to the terrace and so did dory, and asked me to run. I turned to my right and saw 2-3 girls staring at us from a distance. Now it was my turn to run. Shit!! So we had been noticed. We thought we should have been more careful. From a safe distance, out of their sight we saw the girls had gathered on that very floor and were discussing something; obviously about our sudden appearance. Then we saw some girls going to the opposite direction. We felt that they are probably going to call the guards so the terrace wasn’t safe for us anymore. We decided to call it off for the day and left the place; came back to our respective hostels.

Next time when we went there we found that a lock had been put up at the gate through which we had entered the girl’s hostel from the terrace. Dory wanted to pee very badly and since we had just arrived at the terrace, there was no chance of going back, so he went on the terrace only. We saw a water tank at some distance. Then infinitiks and dory climbed on the water tank that was huge (not as huge as the hospital one though). I stayed back and was looking at the corridors and the rooms. It was around 2pm and I saw many girls busy on their cell phones, some walking in the corridors, some sitting in the corner. For a moment I wondered that whom were they talking to at this time of night but then I realized that if in my hostel the guys are busy whole night on their phones then obviously here the girls should be busy. I also noticed that their rooms were as messy and as dirty as ours. I felt very happy in seeing this because till now I used to think that only we guys kept our rooms dirty but that instant I came to know that girls too don’t clean their rooms. I went a little ahead to peep inside their rooms.

By that time dory and infinitiks had come down and were on the other side of the terrace. While trying to peep inside one room I unfortunately revealed myself and got noticed by one girl who shouted “hello!! Who is that??” I really couldn’t oblige her with the answer and started to turn away. By then she called few other girls and started screaming nonsense which none of us tried listening to. We had decided to return by that time. I was walking towards the exit and dory and infinitiks went back to have a last glance of the happenings. I turned back to call them and saw them running towards me. Then I noticed a guard coming for us at a distance. I started wondering from where the hell he emerged from because we had analyzed all the possible ways to the terrace and there was no chance of him coming from any of those directions. But then I realized that it was the time to run rather then analyzing the ways a guard could come out from. By this time we had become pros in running and escaping from the guards. See we loved breaking rules so we had to master in the skill of running from the guards. We escaped fairly easily and came back to our hostels. We did go there after a month, and saw a very narrow path form the hostel to the terrace through which the guard came running behind us. That day was a little boring for us. We realized that we had actually started enjoying the guard running-our escaping from him thing.

We have also done few more crazy things in the last two years of our college life like climbing the college gate and going to the college at night , stealing ice-cream from the college canteen and then sitting in the middle of the canteen and eating the ice-creams just stolen, going to an under construction building at night and then throwing stuffs from its terrace at the guard of the adjacent building and actually scaring him and making him run inside the building (it was dark and the guard couldn’t see us as we were on the terrace) but among the list of all the crazy things we’d been doing including the hospital one, the hostel really had to be at the top…………

Convocation.............

2009-01-30T11:15:00.000+05:30

If you will check in the English dictionary, the word convocation means a calling together, an assembly of clergy or members of a university. But in reality it has a much deeper meaning. It means getting a chance to go back to the college, meeting old friends, going to all the popular hangouts where countless evenings had been spend and lots more and ya of course getting the degree for which we had spend 4 years of our lives.

From the past 2 months, my friends in office have been bugging me like anything. They always keep on talking about their convocation which is scheduled this Saturday. Whenever we meet whether on lunch, on coffee, or while going home they have just one thing to talk about-convocation. They all are so excited to go to their convo, got their invitation card by e-mail. They are going in a group by train. They have done shopping for convo, taken a day’s leave from office and had made endless plans. They are gonna stay in the same hostel once again where they had spend 4 years, play basketball, meet all the friends, go to all the regular hangouts and addas, watch movies at the same multiplex where they used to watch during college days and lots more.

I am bugged with all this because there is no convo in my college. The university with which my college is affiliated to simply call the gold medalists from all the colleges that comes under it and gives them the degree and for the rest, the degree is send to their home by post. This is the convo in my university. I mean wdf yaar. OK we are not gold medalists; we are simply so-called-engineers. So does this mean that we don’t deserve convocation???? We deserve every bit of it. Even we have slogged (applicable only to a few though, obviously excluding those morons- the gold medalists) for 4 years just like other college people who are getting convocation. I am angry, very angry. Now I am feeling like joining the politics and passing a bill according to which all such colleges that do not have convo would be banned.

Warning (to all those who are going to their convocation) - talking about convocation in front of an angry young man like me could be injurious to your health.
I am giving you people this warning because I am sure that after coming back from the convo, you people will be discussing it for at least two more months.

The Journey Continues…………

2009-01-29T09:11:00.000+05:30

28th July-2008 - The day we joined office. Today we have completed 6 months. I have already written about the training period in previous post. Now in this post, I am trying to recall and cherish the incidences that have occurred in the past few months.

So, we were done with our training and had been assigned projects. We were then introduced to our respective teams. We also had few KT (Knowledge Transfer) sessions in which we were told about our projects. My team people were supportive. They still treat me like a kid. I was the only fresher and all the others had some 3+ years experience. I should say that I was lucky to find such a team. I had been fooling around in training and hadn’t studied properly, so I basically knew nothing. I had absolutely no clue about java, html etc (though I still have no clue about it). My team people gave me enough time to learn.

I had done my training in Hallmark. The project I was put into was being handled from Touchstone, so I had to move from hallmark to touchstone. I was very excited about it. Around 45 freshers had joined the company together, out of which around 20 were in Hallmark and some 25 were in Touchstone. I got a chance to meet new people. Now as far as friends are concerned, I have always been lucky (touchwood) and this time again, I was lucky. We have lunch together, sitting on our regular table and sharing lunch. We talk all sorts of nonsense during lunch. (Well... people say I talk a lot. ummm…..may be….who the hell cares yaar) Then, after lunch, we go down to the juice center. Then we return to our respective cubicles and try and work. Then after some 2 hours, we take a coffee break and sometimes even go down for mirchi-bhajji.

We order cakes at barista and celebrate b’days there itself. We also bid farewell to two of our friends who had joined with us. They left the company since they had got some better offers. One of the best time pass is mails that we keep on forwarding, though most of the times they are nothing more then killer pj’s. We even went out for lunch. How can anyone forget the ecospace fiasco, when we finally landed up having lunch at chinai’s. The workplace is also cool; we can access orkut, gmail, youtube and can even watch movies in office. We can come whenever we want, wear whatever we want. We have also been out for team lunch and team outings, where I hogged like anything with my hogging partner. And after all this, we still manage to find out time to work. Yes we complete all our assignments before deadline.

So this was our past 6 months in office, which I feel were super cool. People please feel free to add whatever you think is missing.

This post is dedicated to all those who had contributed in making my workplace super cool….

Bole To Jhakaas..........

2009-01-02T11:03:00.000+05:30

Eating the unhygienic food at the railway station when you are almost starved to death, train getting late due to fog n den reaching home after 44 hrs journey, spending time with parents, finding temperature around 12 degrees, meeting friends and going out with them, taking rounds of arya nagar every evening, having lunch at the dhaba on the highway, going to school and eating bread-pakoda at school canteen, seeing the girl on whom you once had a major crush in school at rave3 with her husband and their baby ( this may not be considered as jhakaas thou), sitting next to the heater in my room under d blanket and watching movie at night while eating peanuts, having sweet-sweet jalebi and hot-hot kachowdi for breakfast, pastry at little chef, kulfi and laddu at thaggu ke laddu whose tag line is “asia koi saga nahi jisko humne thaga nahi”, dinner with parents, patties at adarsh bakery, butter rice and butter pav bhaji at a local thela, ice-cream at temptations and riding on vip road at the 90-100kmph without wearing helmet with the attitude that my father-in-law owes the road….

Innocent Prayer........

2008-12-30T18:31:00.000+05:30

Little Boy Praying during New Year's eve:

O Lord, in this New Year please send clothes for all those poor ladies in Dad's computer....

Source: a fwd msg....

Wishing u all a very happy n a prosperous new year....

The First Time........

2008-12-29T17:35:00.001+05:30

From the time we are born till we die, so many things comes and go in our life....they can be good, they can be bad..
Each and every thing happens in our life for the first time..

First school , First college,
First bike , First love,
First date , First job,
First salary, First suspension,
First....................
the list is endless....there is always the first time for each and everything that happens in our life....whether good or bad....

All such moments are very special in our life....But how many of us get time to cherish all the memories and incidents that had happened with us at some phase of our life and in some cases even changed our life????

One fine sunday evening, i went for shopping......

2008-12-15T11:21:00.000+05:30

I could have never imagined that shopping would be so difficult. I had a tough time last week. I know girls are crazy when it comes to shopping but believe me people, shopping for them can be crazier.

It so happened that I decided to give something to one of my friends on her birthday. But I couldn’t think of anything so I asked one of my colleagues to help me out with this. She suggested many things like a cap, cosmetics, artificial jewelry. I didn’t like any of these.. Then she suggested that I could gift chocolates. I wanted to give something useful so it didn’t work out either. Then she said I could give tops or a t-shirt. I said t-shirt is ok but what are tops. She gave me a look as if I am an alien from some outer planet. She was like “You are so dumb”. Now what is my fault if I don’t know the difference between tops and a t-shirt. She then briefed me about the difference.

Now my this colleague happens to live in Koromangala near Forum mall. I asked her for a favor of buying a t-shirt for my friend. She said she is very busy so cannot go. So now I have 2 go and get it on my own. I asked one of my friends to accompany me to the Forum mall. So one fine Sunday evening we went there to buy a girls t-shirt . My friend who was accompanying me was also a nerd. He also didn’t know anything about girls wear. I gave him the gyaan that I got from my colleague about the difference between tops and t-shirt .

We first entered into a Reebok showroom.
Salesman- “may I help you sir?”
Me- “I want a t-shirt”
Salesman-“here it is sir” (Directing me to the men section)
Me- “No. I want it for my friend”
Salesman- (giving me a strange look)”No problem sir. You can select one for your friend also.”
Me- “No….actually….a…I mean….my friend is a girl”
Salesman- (smiles at me) “fine sir. Here it is.” (Directing me to the ladies section.. I still wonder what that smile was for!!!!)
I saw few t-shirts. This was the first time in my life that I was checking out a girls section. Didn’t like any. Came out and went to the next showroom.

This one had a huge collection of dresses. There were already many girls with their friends and moms checking out the dresses. We both were the only guys in there. We felt uncomfortable and came out and entered the third one. This one had t-shirts with slogans on it. The slogans were like “drop her, pick me”, “ur gf is a bitch”, “all men are idiots, and I married their king”, “i have horrible taste coz i like you”, “don’t stare u asshole”. Now I have seen guys t-shirts with crappy slogans but these were too much. Who will buy t-shirts like this!!!!. We left that one also and went 2 another one. Like this we checked some 6-7 showrooms but couldn’t select any.

It was then we went to Scullers. By that time I had opened up a little. I went to the salesgirl and said that I want a girls t-shirt. She showed me few t-shirts and by Gods grace I finally selected one. It was then the salesgirl dropped a bomb on me.
Salesgirl- “Sir what size do you want?”
ME- “WHAT??”
Salesgirl- “Sir, size??”
Me- “(shit!!) I…I…don’t know the size.”
Salesgirl- “Is she my size?”
It was then I looked at her from top to bottom. She was in her early 20’s. I kept staring at her. She was so pretty. I was lost somewhere. It was then my friends voice bought me back to this world. I heard him saying “abey laddu..kya kar raha hai..hosh mein aa.”

I somehow regained my senses and saw the salesgirl giving me a weird look.
Me- “ummm….what’s your size?”
Salesgirl- “(giving me a dirty look) Its S.”
Me- “Ok. Give me M.”

When I came out of the showroom I was thinking of what I just did. I was standing in front of the salesgirl, staring her like that and then I actually asked her size. Shit man….what an experience I had that day. And my friend vowed never to come to shopping with me as long as he is alive……….

The Precious Stone....

2008-12-05T11:28:00.000+05:30

One day a farmer was digging his field to sow the beans. Suddenly he found something in the ground. It was a precious stone. He was very happy and excited in getting something like this. He took it out, finished his work and sat down under the tree to have his lunch. He thought that now he will pay off all his debts and will buy his own field. While he was about to start having his lunch, a man came near him and asked for some food and water. The farmer offered him his food and they both sat down and had lunch together.

Suddenly the man noticed the precious stone with the farmer and asked him about it. The farmer told him how he got it. When he finished, that man said that he is very poor and is under debt and if he sells the stone he can live a comfortable life and thus asked farmer for his stone. To his surprise, the farmer unhesitatingly gave him the stone. He took the stone and went away.

After sometime, that man again visited the farmer. He said “I was lying that day. I am a businessman and when I saw the stone with you I thought that if I can get your stone, I can sell it and put the money into my business. But I was thinking about it all the time. I thought I had taken the most precious thing from you but later I realized that you have something even more precious then this stone. I came back to take that thing from you”.

Hearing this, the farmer went down of his knees and said with folded hands “I don’t have anything more precious then what I gave you. I am just a simple and poor farmer. I gave you all that I had.”

To this, the man said “You have that thing my friend. That thing is within you. I want that thing from you which enabled you to give me such precious stone.”

well well well....What i have just said belongs to the ideal world. But lets talk about the real world where every other person is eyeing on others stuffs and belongings like the businessman but is not ready to give it back, neither there is anyone like the farmer who is ready to give up everything to some stranger. What i am trying to say is that though we cant be like them, still to some extent we can make some difference in this society . Afterall this is our place and we have to clean it and make it good just like our home. But the problem is we don't consider this society as our home. The day we will start doing this, it will be a much better place to live in. Well i can just hope that it will happen one day and wishes that day to come soon........

What A Rip Off........

2008-11-09T15:30:00.004+05:30

Siblings are one of the best gifts given to us by GOD. But there are a few people who are not blessed with this gift.

If you are the only one, then you don’t have to share with anyone. You can have the full cake bought by your parents without sharing it. You get the full attention of your parents. But on the other hand, you might also have to endure a lonely life with no one around. You will not have anyone with who you can play, with who you can share all the secrets which cannot be said to parents. You might miss all those sweet, small, cute fights with your brother/sister over little-little things and the moments which follow – trying to save one another from the parents wrath. Some are happy being alone, some are not.

Well, this story is not at all about relationships. I feel they are very complex and it is almost impossible for me to understand and explain. This is about an accident that took place on my return journey to Bangalore. Here I would like to talk about this girl I met. I was traveling alone in the train and so was she. She was very cute and pretty, just like Preity Zinta. I was getting bored and was looking a chance to talk to her. She was the only one of my age, the rest were people in their 60s and 70s. I guess she was also getting bored. In the afternoon she came and sat next to me and after a formal introduction we started talking. She opened up very quickly and told me many things about her life.

She told me about her family and also said that she is the only child and has no siblings. She started by saying that she is not at all happy being alone and has always felt very lonely. She started saying “I had always wanted someone with me at home, with who I can share all the fights, stuff got by parents etc. etc. I keep asking my friends who have siblings about their brother’s n sisters. Sometimes I even get jealous when they tell me about the fights they have had and small-small incidents between them”

Boy!!!! By this time I had started pulling my hair. I had started wondering what the hell I was doing here. I was least interested in hearing any story about ones loneliness. I tried my best to change the topic but she was stuck on that brother-sister stuff only. ”I know I am a little weird but that’s the way I am” she said. I wanted to tell her that you are not weird, you are crazy. It was 2am and I was not in a mood to listen to her anymore, so I decided to sleep.

I woke up around 11 in afternoon. She also woke up after 10min. She was looking very pretty. We had lunch together. I thought that today I will not waste my time in listening to her crappy bro-sis thing. Before I could have said anything she started saying “I have many cousins but I am not so close to them". She continued "I always wonder why people say things like - you are lucky because you don’t have any one to fight with you and share your stuffs. You are the princess of your home. Everything belongs to you. Rubbish!! I want to tell them that I am the unluckiest girl because I don’t have any siblings. I am so helpless.”

By that time I had started feeling helpless that I can’t explain her that I am not at all interested in listening to her damn story. Whenever I tried changing the topic, she jumped back to the same bro-sis thing. It was getting late and I was feeling sleepy so I decided to go to bed. This seemed to be a better option to me then to hear someone crying about something which can not be changed now.

I woke up early because the train was scheduled to reach Bangalore around 10am. She also woke up and was looking prettier then yesterday. The train was to reach the station in two hours. She came and sat next to me. I was thinking that I had wasted 2 days of my life in listening to her story but now I will not waste my life anymore. I was making plans of taking her mobile number and calling her little knowing that all my dreams would be shattered the very next moment. She said that she is thankful to me that I had listened to her for 2 days and said:

“ I am seeing a brotherly figure in you. Give me your contact number. We will always be in touch. You be my rakhi brother.”

At that time little did I know that it was not my last Rip off in a train.. There were more to come.

The Journey Begins................

2008-11-08T17:02:00.000+05:30

I joined my company in the last week of July. I had just finished my college and like several others, have entered into a totally different world.

Before joining , I was thinking all the time about how this new world will treat me, how will the people here be. Suddenly things have changed a lot.
Classrooms became training rooms and now cubicles , friends have become colleagues(the word sometimes sounds so heavy!!) and pocket money is transformed into salary.

The first day when I came to office ,just like any other fresher I was dressed nicely in formals. We had induction session for few days .We were told that the dress should be decent, not necessarily formals.First few days we were given soft skill training. Then the technical training started which lasted for a month. Initially everyone was very attentive in the training, but later all came back to their college habits. Chatting in class, sleeping and playing games when the trainer was teaching was our daily routine.As usual, in training also I was a back bencher just like in college.

We also have tests after each sessions. We needed 70% to clear the tests. Initially we all wondered how we would manage to do it because in college we had to struggle a lot to pass and that too when the pass criteria was just 35% and here it was 70%.It seemed like an impossible task to complete. The first test went really bad. Many people flunked in that test.Then we thought that we have to do something about it.Like this toh we can even loose our jobs.We somehow have to pass the tests.So we developed a new way of copying. See we are techies so have to come up to something, so what if we are so-called-engineers.We zeroed in on using mobile technology to copy in tests.The other tests went on well and we somehow managed to pass in all using mobile technology.

Then came the big day in our lives. It was the last working day of the month ie. the salary day. Our trainer was telling some crap in java.As usual, nobody was listening to him. Who the hell cares about java and that too at the time when we were expecting our 1st salary. We were again and again checking our accounts to see whether the salary had been credited in our accounts or not.Finally someone shouted "hum hazaar pati ban gaiye".We got our 1st salary. The next two days were Saturday and Sunday ie. no office. A good part of the salary was spent in these two days. We went shopping, we partied, we enjoyed like anything.

We were still in a college mood and we all got belted for this. It happened during the Showcase event. Our company had called one guy (dont even remember his name) to give some Gyan about the market trend (as if we care).It was a damn boring lecture so we started talking and laughing among ourselves, not listening anything. Later we realized that it is not our college anymore and we need to improve on our behaviour. I was cracking the crappiest pj's to one of my friend sitting next to me and she was laughing on them like anything.It so happened that HR ppl noticed us. I was doing my training in some other building so they couldn recognize me but my friend was in the same building for the training so HR ppl know her.They gave her name to the director. The director called her and scolded her like anything. I had a narrow escape. Next time again we had some stupid event and I asked her to sit next to me. She gave me such a look that she will hang me to death if I even went near her in the event.

Then the next week our training got over and we were put into our respective teams. It was good to see that the people here were very friendly and helpful.Work environment is also cool. We dont have restrictions of any sort (we can access orkut,youtube from the office). And now we all have started working on our respective projects. We all have the josh and want to give our 100% in our work. But I am very much sure that this is the same one week josh that we always use to have in the beginning of a new semester after screwing the previous one badly.Lets see what future has in store for us.