Hey people...now that i am firmly into the corporate culture(yeah right!)...i thought it is time that i updated my blog and report that training has got over and my learning has begun...no no...that last line isnt erronous...its true...so anyway...to keep up with all the cubicle talk and not find myself lost out here...i am following the twenty20 world cup closely...well as closely as i can get to the tv in ccd...whilst standing outside....yeah... i stand outside the cafe on the street and watch the match...and yes i do that so that i dont have to order and i can save money...HOW cheap!! eh?...well if i get better tea at "Lakshmi chai tapri" than the crappy "Darjeeling Tea" which costs 30 odd bucks...and is essentially hot water served with milk and a tea-bag, i see no sense in it.
So as things were i got fed up of listening to shakira feat. beyonce - " beautiful liar" and what not while watching cricket. So for the India - Pak match i hauled my butt to a friends place to watch the match with full commentary and all. So here i am, all pumped up for this gotta-to-be-great match...and to my horror...the match was available on Star Cricket only, and with HINDI COMMENTARY....noooooooo!!....God save my ears from decay!
So to those of you who missed the torture....dont worry i will reproduce some of the finest moments of Arun Lal, Atul Wassan, Jimmy Amarnath...and group.
1) "aur yeh tez prahar yuvraj singh ka!! pakistan par!!" .... tez prahar!!??....What the...Where's the war raging mate?
2) "Yeh bahut hi karara shot...nishchit taur pe yeh chhakka hain....lekin...kintu...yeh yahan par catch out!!"...man could you eva be more on the wrong side....guffaws!!
moments later....
3) "Yeh dekhiye...bahut hi tez prahar kiya tha yuvraj ne...mujhe to laga tha ki yeh to chhakka jayega hi jayega...lekin ground thoda bada hain....hava bhi chal rahi hain"....blah blah blah....whateva mate...you screwed up!....
4) "ballebaaz theek se ball ke neeche nahi aa paye"....huh?...ball ke neeche?....whats that man?...i guess he was trying a word-to-word translation of 'getting under the ball to hit over the top'...man!!...more guffaws!
5) Now, Salman Butt (thats a joke right there huh?)...gave himself room and smashed it through covers for four...see the reaction of "Jimmy Amarnath" :
" Yeh bahut hi sundar shot....bas balle ko mod karke halke se bas disha si de di ball ko"....dude he literally wacked the cover off that one man!!
6) Now for the clincher....get ready for this guys :
One of the pakistani batsmen swings through the line and top-edges one from pathan...its a skier....our mate in the commentary box gets all excited....the blood flow to his brain increases so much that his skull gets flooded...he cannot think...he just blurts out what comes to his mind first :
"Aur yeh gaind hava mein!!....seedhi upar gayi hain!!....neeche aayegi zaroor." whoa!...that was unexpected!!....HA HA HA!!...(guffaws)....clutch-your-tummy-roll-on-the-floor-and-roar-with-laughter!!...
I thought of adding to the commentatores words as so...:
".....neeche aayegi zaroor.....mujhe Newton pe poora bharosa hain...woh bola hoga to theek hi bola hoga...."
he he he....feel free to add any of your own remembrances of these foolish clowns posing as comentators.....
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Mujhe mil to jaye thoda paisa....
After a months hard work...(winks)...i received my first salary...wow what a feeling huh!?...actually speaking though, it wasnt much of a thrill...i was like...whats the difference...i used to draw cash from the ATM before and now i will do the same....difference?...the ATM's have changed....and also ive got to worry about investing, taxes, and controlling expenditure...ugh!...no matter how much you earn, you will always think.."Itna Kam...arey yaar maine to zyada socha tha..."....so ever since i have been thinking(yeah right i do that)...and i realized that I'll have to drum up some kind of a side business to supplement my salary and keep my head above water....so here are a few professions that are profitable (especially in Pune)...and can be taken up part-time...
1) First on the list is Rickshaw driver!....hey!...dont laugh!...am serious here!....see...you need some peersonal transport to take you to the office and back right?....buy an auto!...they come cheap...every day take three office colleagues with you and make them pay...you will save gas money...and may even earn some more!...on weekends...wanna go for a movie!?...go in your auto!...you are sure to find some movie goers in your locality...and think of how much you can charge to go back home at 1 am!....give it a thought!
2)Next best in my view is to become a vendor and start selling stuff that you get for free from your office....fruits, tea bags, styrofoam cups, pens!....everything can be sold! (hope no one from amdocs administration reads this!)...does any other business promise 100% profits!?...
3)The next profession is sheer brilliance!....the initial investment is one matchbox!...what you do is this....in every break rush to the smoking zone of you company...with a matchbox or a lighter(if you smoke you wont have to make the initial investment also!)...and offer to light peoples ciggarettes for 1 Re!...you will be amazed how many smokers come to office without lights!....i bet youll earn between 50-100 Rs a Day!....
4) Other lines of business i thought of include...become a dhobi...buy a washing machine and wash clothes...in pune with laundry charges as high as 15 bucks....you can make a fortune!...
5)Also when you have been searching for flats in a city like pune...you are on first name terms with most of the brokers...you have seen enough flats to become a broker yourself!....all you need to do is hang around the group of new joinees in your company and promise to introduce them to a 'good' broker who has this absolutely awesome place up for rent....for a small commission!....with the kind of people companies are recruiting these days!...it just might work!...he he he...
can you think of anymore!??.....
1) First on the list is Rickshaw driver!....hey!...dont laugh!...am serious here!....see...you need some peersonal transport to take you to the office and back right?....buy an auto!...they come cheap...every day take three office colleagues with you and make them pay...you will save gas money...and may even earn some more!...on weekends...wanna go for a movie!?...go in your auto!...you are sure to find some movie goers in your locality...and think of how much you can charge to go back home at 1 am!....give it a thought!
2)Next best in my view is to become a vendor and start selling stuff that you get for free from your office....fruits, tea bags, styrofoam cups, pens!....everything can be sold! (hope no one from amdocs administration reads this!)...does any other business promise 100% profits!?...
3)The next profession is sheer brilliance!....the initial investment is one matchbox!...what you do is this....in every break rush to the smoking zone of you company...with a matchbox or a lighter(if you smoke you wont have to make the initial investment also!)...and offer to light peoples ciggarettes for 1 Re!...you will be amazed how many smokers come to office without lights!....i bet youll earn between 50-100 Rs a Day!....
4) Other lines of business i thought of include...become a dhobi...buy a washing machine and wash clothes...in pune with laundry charges as high as 15 bucks....you can make a fortune!...
5)Also when you have been searching for flats in a city like pune...you are on first name terms with most of the brokers...you have seen enough flats to become a broker yourself!....all you need to do is hang around the group of new joinees in your company and promise to introduce them to a 'good' broker who has this absolutely awesome place up for rent....for a small commission!....with the kind of people companies are recruiting these days!...it just might work!...he he he...
can you think of anymore!??.....
Just a blog......
Its been more than a month since my last post....usually i think out my article and ponder over what to write for atleast a week or so before subjecting my so loyal (dont know why!) readers to yet another worthless compilation of my thoughts...this time though i will just sit and type away while my instructor keeps blabbering away some crap about unit testing or something....
I just finished reading a compilation of Ayn Rands's early works...mainly short stories and plays written by her...that woman must've been something really...she came to the US from the Soviet at the age of 21 and she was unable to even speak english...12 years later she wrote The Fountainhead....i wouldnt the best ever book....but its right up there....so this compilation consists of the stories and plays she wrote as 'practice' before embarking on her self-chosen task of putting forth the philosophy of Objectivism....there is this most unique and amazing play titled "Think Twice"...unique because this is the only murder mystery ever written by Ayn Rand...amazing because...well just read it...please do...you'll find it in the The Early Ayn Rand by Piekhoff...
Sometimes i wonder if there are any John Galts and Howard Roark amongst us today...of course those two can exist only in theory...but is there someone who even comes close?....lets see...
Steve Jobs....but he stole from xerox....then maybe the xerox employee who actually made the first personal computer....
Bill Gates...he bought DOS....then maybe the programmer who wrote the first OS....
Lakshmi Mittal....hmm maybe...
Alex Ferguson....yep...pretty close i would say....except that the choice of work wouldnt agree with an objectivist....
any more you can think of?
I just finished reading a compilation of Ayn Rands's early works...mainly short stories and plays written by her...that woman must've been something really...she came to the US from the Soviet at the age of 21 and she was unable to even speak english...12 years later she wrote The Fountainhead....i wouldnt the best ever book....but its right up there....so this compilation consists of the stories and plays she wrote as 'practice' before embarking on her self-chosen task of putting forth the philosophy of Objectivism....there is this most unique and amazing play titled "Think Twice"...unique because this is the only murder mystery ever written by Ayn Rand...amazing because...well just read it...please do...you'll find it in the The Early Ayn Rand by Piekhoff...
Sometimes i wonder if there are any John Galts and Howard Roark amongst us today...of course those two can exist only in theory...but is there someone who even comes close?....lets see...
Steve Jobs....but he stole from xerox....then maybe the xerox employee who actually made the first personal computer....
Bill Gates...he bought DOS....then maybe the programmer who wrote the first OS....
Lakshmi Mittal....hmm maybe...
Alex Ferguson....yep...pretty close i would say....except that the choice of work wouldnt agree with an objectivist....
any more you can think of?
Thursday, June 21, 2007
The great indian train journey.....
For four years, (and atleast four times each year) i used to travel by train for two days to go from my hometown Margao in the emerald state of Goa, to Ranchi in the equally enchanting Jharkhand. Everyone used to gasp in horror at the thought of me making such a long journey by train, but it never weighed on my mind. For me, the journey was always an ideal way of collecting my thoughts, having some time on my own to ponder. An equal incentive was also to observe people of different parts of india, and spend my time by trying to work out mannerisms and habits that classified the great indian diaspora into the places of their origin. I must say, by the end of these four years, i have become quite proficient at guessing the origins of fellow travellers.
If your travelling with a family in which the head of the family is a large, rotund and jolly man, and the wife is fat if old and equally svelte if young...laden with enough jewelry to buy the indian railway itself...., then you have the first indicators of a marwari family. But the clincher comes when these people get down at every station....and i mean EVERY station...to meet their relatives and give and take presents from them. At each station they receive food stuff from these noisy relatives and at each station it is the same...mithai, bhujia, khakra...ROTFL.
Maharashtrians are a tricky lot...well for one if the family has been traveling for over a day than it cannot be a maharashtrian family...it is mortally impossible for a maharashtrian family to engage in a journey that will span for more than a day...they will melt i think....they are the most grumpy travelers who cannot adjust one bit with their fellows...always complaining, bickering and ah!...the clincher....throughout the journey the wife will be badgering the husband with complaints and gossips about her in-laws and the poor hen-pecked husband will have a morose look on his face.
If you ever travel with a family that loads on to the train with enough luggage for you to think that they are actually shifting their entire ghar-grihasti to a new abode then you should safely assume that they are a bengali family. And furthermore if they ask you to shift out your one and only bag to make place for their luggage...it is a sure shot bengali family from Calcutta.
Have you ever travelled alongside a bunch of people wearing lungi's, sporting the same moustaches and partaking of some weird, "un-pronouncable", oily food being sold in the train?...this food stuff is called (hope i spell it right)..."pezhambhari"...something of that sort...it is a preparation of fried bananas...and comes with as much oil as the state of kerala can produce in a day!...it drips with oil...these are my friends, keralites. A very amiable lot, they chat and enjoy their journey, but one's desire to befriend them and get cozy diminishes radically when all of a sudden they pull out of their luggage those mushy, squishy bananas -which have long lost their shape and colour as well- and offer you one....omigosh!...NO! NO! you say...and quietly shrink into a corner of your berth!...
There are many more such communities that bring out their qualities with gay abandon on train journeys...all are distinct...no doubt though that they all have one common characteristic in them....they are all INDIAN!
If your travelling with a family in which the head of the family is a large, rotund and jolly man, and the wife is fat if old and equally svelte if young...laden with enough jewelry to buy the indian railway itself...., then you have the first indicators of a marwari family. But the clincher comes when these people get down at every station....and i mean EVERY station...to meet their relatives and give and take presents from them. At each station they receive food stuff from these noisy relatives and at each station it is the same...mithai, bhujia, khakra...ROTFL.
Maharashtrians are a tricky lot...well for one if the family has been traveling for over a day than it cannot be a maharashtrian family...it is mortally impossible for a maharashtrian family to engage in a journey that will span for more than a day...they will melt i think....they are the most grumpy travelers who cannot adjust one bit with their fellows...always complaining, bickering and ah!...the clincher....throughout the journey the wife will be badgering the husband with complaints and gossips about her in-laws and the poor hen-pecked husband will have a morose look on his face.
If you ever travel with a family that loads on to the train with enough luggage for you to think that they are actually shifting their entire ghar-grihasti to a new abode then you should safely assume that they are a bengali family. And furthermore if they ask you to shift out your one and only bag to make place for their luggage...it is a sure shot bengali family from Calcutta.
Have you ever travelled alongside a bunch of people wearing lungi's, sporting the same moustaches and partaking of some weird, "un-pronouncable", oily food being sold in the train?...this food stuff is called (hope i spell it right)..."pezhambhari"...something of that sort...it is a preparation of fried bananas...and comes with as much oil as the state of kerala can produce in a day!...it drips with oil...these are my friends, keralites. A very amiable lot, they chat and enjoy their journey, but one's desire to befriend them and get cozy diminishes radically when all of a sudden they pull out of their luggage those mushy, squishy bananas -which have long lost their shape and colour as well- and offer you one....omigosh!...NO! NO! you say...and quietly shrink into a corner of your berth!...
There are many more such communities that bring out their qualities with gay abandon on train journeys...all are distinct...no doubt though that they all have one common characteristic in them....they are all INDIAN!
Friday, June 1, 2007
Here i come!!
Loong layoff....but i am back. Have been struggling to deal with a transition in my life. My college life has come to an end and its time to face the big bad world now!...ha ha...am i making it sound more dramatic than it is?...hey...it is a big deal guys. For the last four years i have been living life on my own terms, no one to answer to and no one to question me, now i will have a boss to answer to, and landlord who'll question me...aaaargh!!....i am not ready!!!....
Right now as much as i am terrified at the prospect of moving on, it took me ages to get over the fact that i wont be going to college again. Those were the days...my dad rightly had said to me once..."Son, these are the golden days of your life...make the most of them because you will never live like this again"...well, i went about making sure that i wont be able to live like that again!!...not if i live by the law!!...seriously guys...the things that we did, those parties, those night-outs, they were unbelievable. I have made friends in college that i will have for my lifetime and will never have more friends like those in my life. Words do not do justice to kind off relationships we have shared in college. Seriously, the bar for friendships and friends has been set so far high that i doubt it will be matched in the future.
The last few days of college were really memorable for us. We could see the emotion in the eyes as everyone realised that the time for the final goodbye is near, i personally made an effort to register all the moments all the little occasions that came along and tried to spend as much time as possible with my friends. I am sure everyone made that effort...really, bryan adams' line "Those were the best days of my life...." never sounded more meaningful.
The hurt and pain of parting with close friends is now slowly evolving into a realisation that this is the end of a phase in life and the transition has to be made and we have to move on to a new one. The new life beckons now and i eagerly await the start of this new phase, i am not ready i said earlier...but then who is!!??...before we realise it we are tossed headlong into an ocean of uncertaintiess...we are supposed to fend for ourselves with no weapons at our disposal!!...i think to rightly sum up this transition period i remeber something that one of my friends said just after we had given our final B.E. project viva.... "Abey, ab tak college ke prof log ko bevakoof banate rahe, kuch nahi aata tha fir bhi fatta dekar paar ho gaye, now its time to fool the world!!"
Right now as much as i am terrified at the prospect of moving on, it took me ages to get over the fact that i wont be going to college again. Those were the days...my dad rightly had said to me once..."Son, these are the golden days of your life...make the most of them because you will never live like this again"...well, i went about making sure that i wont be able to live like that again!!...not if i live by the law!!...seriously guys...the things that we did, those parties, those night-outs, they were unbelievable. I have made friends in college that i will have for my lifetime and will never have more friends like those in my life. Words do not do justice to kind off relationships we have shared in college. Seriously, the bar for friendships and friends has been set so far high that i doubt it will be matched in the future.
The last few days of college were really memorable for us. We could see the emotion in the eyes as everyone realised that the time for the final goodbye is near, i personally made an effort to register all the moments all the little occasions that came along and tried to spend as much time as possible with my friends. I am sure everyone made that effort...really, bryan adams' line "Those were the best days of my life...." never sounded more meaningful.
The hurt and pain of parting with close friends is now slowly evolving into a realisation that this is the end of a phase in life and the transition has to be made and we have to move on to a new one. The new life beckons now and i eagerly await the start of this new phase, i am not ready i said earlier...but then who is!!??...before we realise it we are tossed headlong into an ocean of uncertaintiess...we are supposed to fend for ourselves with no weapons at our disposal!!...i think to rightly sum up this transition period i remeber something that one of my friends said just after we had given our final B.E. project viva.... "Abey, ab tak college ke prof log ko bevakoof banate rahe, kuch nahi aata tha fir bhi fatta dekar paar ho gaye, now its time to fool the world!!"
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