Darkness and Deep

Trust, No more

2011-08-21T05:20:00.002+05:30

I trust too fast.
I think straight.
I dont scheme while I eat a burger. I just eat a burger.
I am not political when I say you are a brilliant person, I say it cause I feel it.

I dont burn oceans or fry the fish. I just tell you what to do.
I am tactless I am honest.
I have taken the easier route to be an Idiot.

Hence, the learning.

Dont Care Anymore

2011-08-17T15:52:00.004+05:30

I am bigger than I project to thou.
I bent only because I thought you were worth my humility.
I was earnest, you thought it was not fun.
Now I realise, I am no more fun.

Its right, I learnt. Now I move on.
and yeah, I don't care anymore.

Being a Man

2011-07-31T22:45:00.002+05:30

What does it mean to be a Man.
To take all pain and still remain expressionless?

Yes, I think that's what the world wants. I will give it to you all.

Bubble, energy, fun are passe. Lets the grim reign. Let the celebrations stop, it time to be a Man.

To a place called L

2011-07-03T21:14:00.002+05:30

Almost after 9 months.
What a year. Crazy is not a word that can define it. It needs the most expletive obscene invented word to describe it. A learning experience that has to be called life.
Acads, music, Manfest, love, alcohol, cigarettes, McKinsey and crazyness.

Success redefined, aspirations redefined, peace redefined, love redefined, hard work redefined and hence I am still fighting to win. To an end that cannot be imagined, to a finish that cannot be planned, to a direction that cannot exist.. this place can make you live crazy if you want to go crazy.

I am not happy yet, the reason I came here for. Not achieved yet. I know I have to stop loving this place for its undefined nature, I am sold to anarchy. I need to come back, I need discipline, I need to stop loving.. cause I need to be happy.

Another Hook, Another Learning

2010-09-19T09:59:00.002+05:30

Alone at room, with a broken wall next to me. Two bottles of alcohol, the levels indicative of the crazy last night. An end to what has been the most trying 3 months of my life. I was emotionally churned, physically emaciated, intellectually shagged to make me wonder that I am half the man I used be.

I leave it here, this will be the hook that would remind me of the first three months at Lucknow.

2010-07-03T22:51:00.001+05:30

From the glacier of energy
flows a false sense of being chirpy.
On the face of innocence
lies hidden, images of the blues.

Anger

2010-07-02T02:53:00.002+05:30

I am warning you of extreme anger. Dont touch it. It will not only melt your skin, it will burn your soul. Beware, oh innocent one. Beware, oh clown.

The ideal assumption

2010-06-30T16:27:00.008+05:30

Happiness or Sadness is independent of the place you are in. You might be an achiever or you might be a loser. It doesn't matter to Happiness and Sadness. They will approach you nevertheless. Of course we have greats telling us don't see what you don't have but see what you have (some times in comparison to the less fortunates), but material achievements are no compensation for Happiness and Sadness.

How happy you are or how sad you are is independent of your bank balance or you status. Of Course an achievement leads to happiness and a loss leads to sadness, but repeat the same achievement and couple it with a loss of a dear one or an extreme embarrassment and you'll see sadness has suddenly taken over.

My point being, Just because you are dreaming to be someone and you idolise him/her doesn't mean you idealise his/her life too.

Even Superman wept.

Plan a trip to Shillong

2010-06-20T11:20:00.008+05:30

So, right before I tell you how to enjoy Shillong. Let me tell you that its in Meghalaya. This 'just in case' fact is for people like me who untill I was planning to go there thought it was in Sikkim or one of the other 6 NE states. So ya, Shillong is the capital of Meghalaya and was once the capital of Assam!!

So to get there you have 4 options Taxi, Bus, Plane or just be born there. There is no railways in the state so you need to reach Guwahati for (some of) the above mentioned options. You could fly there directly if you and your wallet wish to. Taxi is the most preferred, they charge Rs 140 one way and they squeeze in 10 people in one one sumo (excluding the driver). So in case you want a little for comfort or privacy while you go through the beauty of Meghalaya hire your own taxi (lots of Maruti Altos for that) . There is a stark difference in the weather once you cross Assam and what an awesome gesture that is! It makes you feel like you are going on a holiday!

There are hotels, resorts and lodges all over Shillong. If you are the kind that wants everything around you while you are on a holiday, for example the pubs, restaurants, shopping malls etc.. then Police Bazar (PB) is the place for you. But I chose Laitmukhra a place 2 km from PB to stay cause its less crowded. The advantage of Laitmukhra is that you are at peace when you want and when you want to have 'fun' you take a shared taxi to PB at 7 bucks. But I preferred to walk all the way. What better than taking a hot water bath and then taking a walk through the serpentine roads of a hill station!! The added advantage being you get to see a lot of lakes and ponds on the way. One of them being Wards lake. Beautiful and a must visit!

Visit the Don Bosco NE cultural museum in Mawli, its extremely informative and its very modern! Go figure why I call it modern. You would have to take a taxi on 'reserved' for this, he will charge you 100 bucks from police bazar. It serves both the nerdy kinds and the fun kinds. I wonder where they get the kind of money. You can take a walk up the steep roads of Shillong to reach IIM Shillong, nice walk-nice place. Buy yourself a ticket to the Meghalaya Govt. transport corp for a day trip to Cherrapunjee. Take the 15 seater deluxe at Rs 280. Take your Camera! You will be surprised by the kind of music these people play in the govt. buses!! In Manali they played Himesh, here they played coldplay, BEP, local rock..

Other than the obvious places, go around Shillong walking (alternatively take a shared taxi), ask people for direction, they will befriend you and if you are lucky you can go drinking with some localites! Thats what happened to me. Some wonderful people these Shillong guys are!! Cloud 9 is a quiet pub on the top floor of centre point in Police Bazar. For the noisy kinds there is Tango below UCB. Another option is buy the booze sneak up to the terrace of your place and enjoy the drink with the dash of cold night wind, while you are at it you might also see some distant quiet lightning.. an indication that its still raining up there in Cherrapunjee!

The best way to enjoy Shillong is to see it wake up and see it go to sleep. Wake up at 5 and sleep at 11! Eat the apricot and buy the converse shoes. Watch the kids go to school and colleges with their hair style and party dresses. Every one is well dressed in Shillong! Enjoy the local dish Jadoh, chew on some Shillong Tamol (Betel nut, strict warning) Enjoy the moving rain in Cherrapunjee and trek through the caves in the trip! and ya dont forget to chat up with the locals!!

I enjoyed Shillong but I know I enjoyed it more because I had amazing company!

To Kolkata

2010-06-13T01:14:00.002+05:30

Well, as I am typing this note TMC has given the whip lashing to CPM in the elections for corporations. The city of Kolkata is in a moment of cautious celebrations. The new has taken its right stand. I am not a big fan of Mamata Bannerjee but since CPM has taken its time to prove its incompetence (actually impotence), I would welcome any change.

So this is the political weather in Kolkata. The police and the CRPF are walking the streets and I am house arrest until 6 in anticipation of the winning snare that the TMC dogs would give the older canines and hence the ever famous Kolkata bandh and curfew. Inside home, my aunt’s house in salt lake, the wind chime and its partner are successful in creating a winner of an atmosphere. Warm, peaceful and appetizing.. especially for a nice Mojito!

But this is what I feel. People from all around Kolkata have warned, sympathized and almost threatened me about how harsh, merciless and unhealthy this summer is. My aunt was surprised to see me happy and bouncy when I entered her house. She was expecting a wet cloth beaten on a stone and then wriggled and dried in the same state under the heat of Thar Desert. A friend of mine welcomes me to Kolkata albeit with a warning of this terrible summer. Although I don’t feel the pain.. this anticipated heat attack has spruced up the value (if I may say) of my trip. The “madness” has been poetized!

But yeah, in all fairness it is hot and bloody hell demoralizing. I have been in this kind of heat for 4 years and I know to handle it. On my first day in the sleeper class train seat (!!!A reason for awe and awwww!!!) I did feel that it was a mistake to plan a trip with such a budget, but then logic and physics got better of me. Thanks to continuous supply of water in the train.. I must say I managed pretty well with wet hair and face every 1 hr. Along with that, the best way to handle this heat when you don’t have a fan or AC is, though it might sound disgusting, let yourself sweat and then sweat a lil more and then, even a small whiff of wind will make you feel amazing and then before you know it you are in a sound sleep! 2 Hrs later its either not that hot or its time for “one more time repetition”. Then you will be so proud of yourself that you will smile condescendingly at people “struggling with heat”.

Well, this is the shortest time gap that I am coming back to Kolkata, 3.5 months. It feels good; this city is truly a Matrubhoomi! I like train travels to Howrah. City of Kolkata is iconicly depicted by the Howrah bridge or otherwise known as Rabindra Sethu. When you around the Howrah station vicinity the first big, smiling welcome is given by the same old Howrah bridge. Its like the city has never changed. And the best part is because of the Hoogli river and the railway station you don’t find the barrage of apartments towering over the beautiful past that has remained all these years. The view unobstructed veils the dirty tracks and you are immediately a part of this bustling energetic city!

While the new political party takes over the corporation I feel the old guy (aka Kolkata) will be more welcoming to the new suburban Kolkata that has been inching and pleading its way in. For the city with the repertoire of producing almost prolifically, sharp brains that the whole of India knows as probashi (some thing like a NRI, NRBengali, Mostly because the sharpest brains have no work in Kolkata), Its time the Non Residents return to their Mathrubhumi and give it that actual change that it is looking for since decades!

For you all

2010-05-24T00:49:00.004+05:30

Some moments in life are so strong and imperative that a normal human being fails to grab the sense of it. A watershed event that it could be just doest seem to appear to the person. He thinks not ahead, he thinks only of the near future. Until it suddenly hits him. A sense of nostalgia, a good piece of art, good cinema, or longing for something completely different can put things into perspective that would make events until now appear in the right light.

There was this print advertisement of HAIG that I remember seeing on my way to Panjim from Margoa way back in 2006. It caught my fascination like no other. The tag line was "Made by Time". Time, the supreme most truth that a human knows and has proof off. Time makes a lot of things, and mostly they are the most valuable. The most important of its products are relationships. Respect and friendship form the indispensable ingredient of relationships.

When you start a relationship, an emotional investment is the equity of highest value. Its interest rates are extremely high. If it pays dividend you will receive the most priced "Return". Happiness. There is seldom any hedge for this, that is if you are truly emotionally investing.

You cant decide on whether to invest emotionally or not, it happens and when it does you are already knee deep. But, trust takes you ahead. A decade back, I was this student with a broken leg. Trying hard to prove to the world that even I can make it. With the stool in the class and my plastered leg on it, I made sure any sympathy that came my way, came with some bit of respect and awe. After the final exams of that year I realised I had nothing to do. The last exam was physics I suppose, I remember coming back home and going to sleep. That was 10th standard boards. While people played cricket, watched movies I slept. That was me 10 years back. Today for every occasion I have someone to share my happiness and more importantly my sorrows.

Friendship is truly what makes any event in a man's life worth it. Today even a parents success is judged by whether they are great friends or not. With friends we perennially have a sense of celebration, a sense of sharing. They give us freedom to tease, the freedom to criticize, the freedom to get angry without being judged and the freedom to ask. In the last decade I have not known life, but for some really important people. They know as they read this. Thanks :)

.. I wanna grow up once again :)

2010-01-01T13:23:00.004+05:30

Watching 3 Idiots and wake up sid made my eyes moist. As evident both the movies dealt with one theme. Do what you love, Doing things that you enjoy and are adept at can contribute not only to the world but would make a world of difference to you.

3 Idiots is an amazing movie. I dont care what the world thinks, they may say they played to the gallery, they may say that goofball game was too over the top but trust me life is nothing but these goofball games. Delivering a child on TT table is weird?? Try birthday bumps turning into gore when a kick tore the small intestine of college mate. One seen on screen one before our eyes. Now you do your reality check.

The detailed ragging scenes, the feel of an engineering college complete with posters of science fest and result notices was a complete nostalgia run for me. The hostel chronicles, the vodka on the terrace top, the philosophical discussions, the altercations when we have lost ourselves to the spirits. The relative grading and even the toilet humor. I felt at hostel, sorry I felt at home.

But this movie did more than just entertaining me. It made me think, It made me a stereotype, It made me cringe at my past decisions, It made me analyse where I am now. Am I heading on the right direction. Am I the same wide eyed, inquisitive wanna learn everything kid that joined engineering? More importantly Am I an engineer?

They are good stories that create conflicts between characters, they are better movies that create effective internal conflicts in their characters but the best are those that creates a internal conflict in you, the viewer. At this point you are in personal interaction with the movie. This point the movie is not merely an entertainer, it a piece of art, its a cinema.

I watched 3 idiots as a way to spend my New years Eve effectively, but ended up feeling weird that few decisions in my life were not in the track of happiness. Its never too late to realise your mistakes. Boss catch the next train on time and make sure its on its way to happiness.

Alone

2009-12-25T13:39:00.002+05:30

Never dream something, that when time comes you come to reject it,
Never raise hopes, that you cant work for.

Never dream together, 'cause when wind stops blowing, you are left flying alone.
Never loose you peace, not for the dreams you dreamt with someone.

Strife and strive for happiness, but do it all alone.

Notes to self

2009-10-28T22:52:00.005+05:30

Next time you eat a generation of crab, strike that two generations of Crab. Think twice.

Actually think of it other than the coughing I don't see a down side. Firstly, I got to eat so much of crab meat. Top that with the 5 days of complete bed rest. Three great movies. 1. O Brother! where art thou 2. House of sand and fog 3. Barton Fink. Read 1984 leisurely. Eat all the home food. Chocolates, soups, cookies and warm tea (love you mom). Spoke the least. Man I dont think I had a better holiday.

But come to think of it, I wouldn't want a throat infection to do all this. Especially when the doctor said "eh.. you have a throat infection, and its spreading to your lungs..." All I could Imagine that day was globules of histamines and its reactants slowly crawling into the dark alleyways of my lungs. But the phrase was use full, it got the required attention and the sick leaves. Trust me, next time quote a doctor verbatim and see your sick leaves get approved without an extra word!

The cough is still there I hope I get rid of it fast. A staunch believer in homeopathy had to take antibiotics to speed up the recovery. The Antibiotics, the doc prescribed is lets say interesting. Today morning while in the bus, they took effect. It was like a sunday morning in a green spread lawn over looking a valley of beauty with varicolored flowers and sparkling rivers, and the sun rising in the background with the parrots flying swiftly.... and one strong concoction of old monk and coke.

Its fun, I like to squeeze that out from wherever I can.

Inglourious Basterds - My view.

2009-10-02T23:19:00.005+05:30

The plot is ready, Sushana has the reel in place, editing is in place. As soon as the movie ‘Nation’s Pride’ reaches it climatic dialogue from its protagonist her scene burst in - Laugining like a maniac, a devouring, Big Brotherish maniacal laugh. The Nazi audience complete with the countries top Director, actor and ofcourse the Fuhrer are astound. Literally behind the screen, her negro boyfriend flips his burning cigarette towards the mound of nitrate coated film reels (Samuel Jackson is the narrator and he explains the science behind it). The camera follows the burning cigarette in complete focus. In the front, the screen starts burning while Sushana continues to laugh. Ironically, Sushana is dead. The basterds are in place too, ready to bullet down each and every man, woman wearing a SS uniform. Then comes the culmination of one of the best scenes in the movies, the projector continues to project the laughing image of sushana over the smoke rising from the burning cinema. While 350 nazi’s are being roasted to death, Her revenge is complete.

A revenge born from a brilliant piece of screenplay in the beginning of Inglorious Basterds. Col. Hans Landa, played by Christopher Waltz squeezes out the information of the hiding jews, out from a seemingly tacit Dairy farmer. For nearly 15 mins, the dialogue between the two is telling you that something ominous is going to happen and when it does its simply is a masterpiece that is unfolding infront of your eyes. The farmer breaks down and gives up information of the hiding jews, while Landa sips on milk and brags about his ‘jew hunting’. Landa calls his men and they massacre the jew family hiding in the basement. There is one survivor, Sushana.

Meanwhile, Lt. Aldo Raine and his basterds have created havoc in south france. They are hunting down SS suited Germans and scalping their heads off. The news has reached the Fuhrer and the frustration is obvious. This is 3 years after Sushana escaped from the dairy farm. The style of Mr. Tarentino comes out in full color and yellow in these scenes.

The mans got style and knows how to flaunt it on screen. His long drawn conversation between his quirky characters is engaging and weirdly informative.

The strongest part of this movie is its writing. To spawn an imaginative alternate history and execute it so convincingly with flesh and blood characters, with their idiosyncrasies is simply mesmerizing. Two main plots and many a sub plots with Hans Landa as the common factor makes him the true poster boy of the movie.

The last scene though comical, I had my reservation of how easily the character of Landa gives in. Nevertheless, the superlative dialogues cover up the blotch.

Well written, well executed, good music and Mr. Tarantino is his iconic style makes Inglorious Basterds one of the best in the decade. Carry your burger and tasty beverage to enjoy this cinematic experience.

Gulaal, Kaminey aur Anek aur

2009-02-28T11:27:00.006+05:30

So there was a luck by chance, there was a Dev D and then Delhi 6. These were just the starters or touchings, whatever you prefer. But the gourmet is yet to be served. Through the transparent wall of the hindi movie industry kitchen I could see my course getting ready. Here is what I am ordering!!

Firstly, there is going to be Gulal. Anurag Kashyaps's next. The movie was 5 years in the making. All thanks to censor boards show of no confidence to Kashyap's maverick style of movie making. But the nevertheless, Its here.

Whats it about: This is purely my guess and is based on various articles and clippings that i have seen. Its kinda about the dog which chased a car, and upon reaching it didn't know what to do with it. Squirting out of the Pyaasa song 'Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye To Kya Hai'. From a shallow chase to the goal being shallow. Its about the Rajputana movement mixed with personal gratification of the rich spoil brats. Its Dark and self Cynical (check out the trailer).

What to expect: Gripping Drama. Rustic Realism. Amazing music. Corny Dialogues followed by the socio politically motivating Punchline (self cynical). Music from Indian Ocean. Hard hitting lyrics like Aarambh hain Prachand (here comes the Big revolution).. to Jaise Bina baat ke baj gaya afganistan ka band. And ofcourse our Neon hero Anurag Kashyap.

Then, Kaminey. Saw this trailer during Delhi 6. Its Vishal Bharadwaj's next. After movies like omkara, maqbool, makdee you cant help but eagerly wait for his next. Omkara was one of my favorites at that time. It had some amazing dialogues, great adapataion and ofcourse Beedi Jalaile, NITK anthem - 2006-07 .

What its about: Not much has been given away but looks like a movie about confusion, loud characters and lots of humor. Its about the twin brothers stuttering Guddu and aw'f'ome charlie. Its peppy, young loud mouthed gansta mixed with dignified life kinda comedy.

Why am I waiting for it: Fun. Amol gupte starts his acting career, the guy who gave us taare zameen par. Loud mothed maharashtrian salgi mulgi Priyanka, music for the 'chappars' but in the same time classy(Very possible after Beedi jalile). Chal chal sadko par hongi Tan Tan Tan Tadaaa... Ta tada tada... Its going to be pulp, it going to be crisp. Mark my words. Tasty beverage anyone??

Paanch: Another Anurag Kashyap's. Made in 2003. Kay Kay.Banned by censor board for Sexuality, sex, drugs and action. Now, that we have a recipe for a cult and a cook like anurag. I cant help but celebrate, 'cause its relishing umm eh releasing!!.

What is it about: Joshi Abhyankar case, If you dont know about it. Read about it. Mix it with great music, Some neon. Some Shock. Great actors like Kay Kay and Aditya Shrivatsav (baadshah Khan from black friday). and ofcourse the magic of Kashyap's madness. An order you cant refuse.. slruppp...

Many more to come and Many more to satisfy this hindi movie industry lovers... we want the mavericks, we want the hatkes, we want the oye lucky's we want the Aamir's. We want Shreyas Talpade's getting nominated for best actors and Sajjanpurs being economically viable to make and last but not the least we want the Amit trivedi's!!!

Aaj ki taza haal!!

2009-02-02T15:39:00.002+05:30

Yeh kya haal hain mera,
Na khane me ras hain,
Na peene ka mann hai,
Hai re, chain hain mujhe chahiye,
Koi tho de de mujhe koi upayay

Confrontaions that are waiting to happen

2009-01-18T18:30:00.007+05:30

As I write down these lines on my blog, my life, over the last five passes by like flashes of photographs. I have wanted to write since then, also did, albeit it was futile. Since I have written two lines now I can pretty confidently say that this is going through.
So what has been happening since my last blog. Life has been super fast and super disapointing. Being brutally frank I call it disappointing, but also being foolishly optimistic those photos (scenes of despair) don't appear too frequently. Work has been hectic and could easily be the reason why I haven't blog since. But what kept me alive and kicking was music. My cousin, passed her ipod to me and ever since this ardent lover of great music has been magn. This looks like one of the best decades of hindi music. Way better than the last two. I have been immersed in kailash kher. I love his voice. There is something about music which is not polished or post processed and his music is tribute to that. I love the rough edges of his music. Tere naina, niharwa, saiyyan are my favourite. Kudos to vinay pathak to choose him for music director, lyricist and singer for his movie Dasvidaniya. The song mumma, alvida and muskura have remained on my top 25 list ever since.
Next fish on my hook is Eddie Vedder, Pearl Jam. I rememeber 'jeremy spoken' as the song that came up once in a while during my shuffle play. But the trip back from nagarhole was last time it appeared as just another song. The minute Su started reeling out the lyrics of the song as it played, I good immersed. There is something about the baritone ish symphony that his voice exudes. Also the completely arbit lyrics of jermy made it more fun to sing along. Also for the uninitiated this song ends with voice modulation that would put atif aslam to shame because not only is Eddie vedder the creator of that sound he is the master of it. I am mine is the other song that features in my top 25. I love the very defined nature of the lyrics.

Other than music, the main track has been ridden with the season of MBA entrance exam. I didn't do well. I am filled with enough shame and guilt and want to keep them in me, till I have an authority to remove them.

Events wise, the ones in bold are sahana's marriage, nagarhole trip, US baays visits, the super amazing smooth light yellow tequila, durga puja, and the gym on the fifth floor of tejas networks.

This new year was fun, I had some spirit in me this time. First time in three years that I am having something to drink on the eve of new years. It was fun, we danced, made cocktails and cut cakes. (~~~contents missing~~~)I have to keep things in me and they are not going to be revealed until I am ultimately sure about it. More than the fear that I claim to have, I fear that the conviction aint there.

I have seen several mind melts over the last 5 months. I guess this is the age. People go through several of this. I feel these are the direction signs of life. Decisions we take during these stages helf us grow and grow out of it. I have seen people mature to fit in, seen people going the puerile way to just to have some fun. I have seen myself developing taste, I have seen myself faking to feel the difference.

I have observed, I have indulged and now I want to grow.

in the wind...

2008-07-23T11:13:00.007+05:30

Ok, Now if u have heard the song 'Blowing in the wind' by dylan,
Then read the couplets in the same way .
If you haven't then please do hear it. Its just too amazing.

How many mines must a man mine,
before he can find his gold.

Yes, and

How many names do I have to strike,
Before the right string is struck.

Yes, and

How many shantis do i neet to meet,
Before she is forever mine.

The answer my friend is blowing in the wind,
The answer is blowing in the wind.

OK, from my perspective this would have been super apt some 5 years back.
But for the blog its always pertinent.
and lets assune the 'shanti' is a female version of 'kumar', 'kanth' as anup would have put it. :)

A Sinusoidal Life.

2008-07-05T23:58:00.009+05:30

Its so important to emote. There are times when i feel I shouldn't emote. Or rather not emote in a particular way. But thinking kills the emotion. Kills relationships.

I have been through a lot over the last few months. Not before December did i think of people as losers( in a mild way), people who crib or people go off mood for just a drop of a towel. I never realised i would be in their position just after a few months. I used to have an air of superiority at people being emotional or the ones who dropped a tear before they could blink. Back then i had hit a purple patch in life, work was good, office was fun, friends were closest and life never looked better.

I made merry and how. I drank, I ate, I commented. Then one day looking at the mirror in the changing room of big bazar, I realised I had grown Fat. Now dont get me wrong, there is nothing wrong being Fat, but again everything is bad with being Fat. I had gone far from being disciplined. Life had kinda gone out of my grasps. I had at that time, at that very changing room, taken a challenge. Gonna Be fit withing the next two months.

I hit the gym. I ate good food. I stopped drinking. All was in control. Life looked much better, humility was back. Then all came down. Job didn't look safe, friends didn't look closer and I was fine. I was absolutely fine. Emotion, it was gone. I thought I had conquored it all, Humour I thought was the medicine. I thought wrong.

Recently over a chat with a friend I realised a lot of things that made me percieve things in a way, that reminded me of a 10th standard kid. His tears had rolled fast and he used to laugh loud. He never gave a thought before he emoted, he was a happy kid. But again we are grown ups , grown ups have problems. Very complicated ones at that. How does he prepare himself for it. Most of them have to be solved by you, a veil of confidence to counter a mind filled with deep revere. But when you cant. Revealing emotions, can make you a lesser man. Hiding them, you can be considered just a friend and not the one whom friends confide to.

Dukh baatne se kam hota hain,
baatne waale na mile to kya karein.
Baatne waale nahin rehange
agar tum unke gum ko na samajh sake.

Life is complicated and I soon wanna find my arms to help me come out of the complications, but with a smile and the relationships intact.

A Reference for Future Tho

2008-06-06T23:06:00.008+05:30

Hey, last few months have been really stressful. Nearly two months back CEO of my company 'moved on'. When I asked my lead 'what now'?, he very promptly replied 'move on'. As if the universe has its way of teasing us, during the same time Fast Track came up with its new ad campaign with the tag line - 'Move on man...'.

Having stalled the decision to float my resume for nearly a month, I finally did.
The reason for the procrastination was that I was in a two year bond with Epsilon. But as some of my leads pointed out that breaking a service bond in such knotty situations will be innocuous, I finally managed to garner all my foolish courage to apply.

A friend informed me of an opening in his company in the same technology (perl) I was already working on. Gave the interview and after a week I was offered a job at Tejas Networks. Now it required a decision, Tejas or Epsilon. After consulting few of my colleagues and friends I finally chose Tejas. Then began a series of corporate ordeal that almost took the fun out of my life and filled me with so much confidence to take up this evil world, that I had a 15 minutes fight with an auto driver in Kannada and managed to extract 100 bucks out of him for the damage he caused to my Activa.

The next day, I told my manager. He outright disapproved my idea of moving on. His blunt act of defense took me by surprise. I walked out saying give me one more day and I will be back with my final decision (which I had already taken). I had to handle the next meeting carefully, at stake was at least 50,000 INR.

The next man went to was my boss. I told him of my options and pop came his reply - 'leave'. That was like the last nail on my chances of staying in Epsilon.

The Next day. Managers room. Things really went fast. Along went the hope of paying only 50,000 INR. The resignation was accepted at 85,000 INR. I was literally speechless.

One week and few beers later, I am hoping I can get back atleast 60,000 INR.

And in other news, I had been to mulengiri near chikmagalur. A brisk trek with yak, his bro and subbu. The most refreshing thing since a year.
Veena's visit to bangalore and a reunion of sort cause I met Monty after three months.

To God: The last time I had a crush I didn't tell her, I had then decided that the next girl I have crush on I am telling her the very next day. But as they say you have the best sense of humor. I shall learn, I shall learn.

Hope, things go the way its planned.
bbye!!

A little bit of this and a little too much of that

2008-03-13T21:57:00.004+05:30

Sup Sup!!!, Its been over a month now since i have added some shit to this Internet. Though a bit of history has been troubling my black cells( they have gone rotten), but i would need to do a little more research on that to clear the fog off.

But a laaaawwwwwt has happened over this one month.
Firstly, India won, ya ahhh i am speaking about the Cricket here and quite deservingly received the grand reception. Symonds who visually lacks a little evolution wise, and our own bhajji spotting that and a bush look alike captain (aka Best batsman) of Australia added so much more to cricket, that watching cricket has never been so much fun. But nothing like a 'show of confidence before the finals and having to eat those words' defeat of Hayden's team. Thats the kind of finish India deserved. I am happy for India and the likes of bhajji. Its like the australians now know what it is to tease the 'present' India team.
Or like i like to say 'Bandar ab jaane Bhajji ka swad'. Dhoni respect.

What the hell is happening to 'Love' as i knew it man. Over the last few months that I spent in Bangalore, I started to develop this heavenly picture of Love. This primariily because people all around me were falling in love, finding their 'life partners' and being all mushy and all.
Then it hit me, the fruit has the hard seed too. Here's hoping that the rosy picture comes back. And god, dude, what about 'whole universe conspires to get that thing'.

Over the last month I have tried to keep my humor up (sadly, my friends dont think so, ahh bandar kya jaane adrak ka swad). Few of the one liners,
On shiiinoy [A Guy who has lived in Dubai] : "Dude are u cut for the dubai kinda life"...
On Ds [ Tall, Dark and Handsome guy] : "Am I a racist if I call your Intellectually Strong jokes 'Dark Humor' "....
To Su [Most fidgety person i have ever met] : Why will a girl wanna have sex with u, Ans: Cause u vibrate da...lol

Thats one thing, humor. It helps a person get through any kinda situation. I leart a lot about that from my dear friend Su. But i have realised a bad side effect of this kinda attitude. You also loose out on your emotional priorities. Its now very tough for me to feel bad about anything, that a normal human being should feel bad about. But as they say, u win some u loose some. what to do....?

Coming back to life, whats happeneing in the month of may. Eh... hmmm .. ah most of my friends were born in this freakin month. I am not going to pay for most of my meals that i have outside my house this freakin month. Why am i still calling it a freakin month. As my friend Ds puts it 'The Birthday Present Paradox'. Its the joy in giving presents, but it goes kaput when your iterations runs into a big int variable. Its better i dont explain why this isn't 'economically' a great thing. All i'll say is God, dude, 'Jab bhi lete ho chappad phad ke lete ho' :P. Chill da guys i still ENJOY giving u the gifts. 100 caughs.

Finally, why did they arrest a Czechoslovakian who was enjoying himself on a trampolin...
Cause the Czech (cheque) bounced.

Aaaaarbbbiiiiittttt
'Take care' people...

Them and I...

2008-02-16T01:02:00.004+05:30

Then There was a meeting,
I sat there Scheming.

Then They started the discussion,
It added to my frustration.

They realised!! 'This issue is primary',
I decided my priority ' Nirvana, Double Apple and Sikandari'.

Finally some respite, they said ' Lets move on to the next issue',
I was elated, my ears heard 'Lets Wrap up this issue'.

Then They said 'We speculate, This issue is complicated'.
I died off. Pluchakkkkkkkkkk..

Shit what a shitty poem. U get the drift right??

BTW: Nirvana, Double Apple and Sikandari -> Flavors of hookah.

Debating the minimums..

2008-02-10T22:41:00.001+05:30

Recently the Indian Law Commission headed by A R Lakshmanan decided that the minimum age for marriage for the men (too) will be reduce to 18 years. Also along with that it was decided that minimum age for consensual sex will be set at 16 years.

So here we are, this now raises a million and a half questions.

1. Why simply change it from 21 years?
2. Consensual sex… what the hell does that mean?
3. Ain’t 18 years a little too young for the present age father or mother?
4. Should we have had separate laws considering that child marriage makes sense to only fewer section (differentiated regarding culture, rural, urban or geographical) of people today?
5. What do you think is the ‘appropriate’ age for marriage and sex?

Though presumably my answers or rather views, it will be harmful only to you if you consider it harmful :P

So, Why Simply change it from 21 years?

Since India is a republic that is enrolled in every other, some times non consequential, human rights organization. Which also includes UN ones. They have to abide by something called rights to equality, in this case ‘sex’. So men and woman should not have different laws, cool by me, But is it pragmatic in a predominantly patriarchal society to have same rules for both the sex. But then I ponder over the law and find that’s its just a law to set the minimums, not the compulsories. So that’s that if you have been through your 18 years, u are ready to get married.

Then, Consensual sex… what the hell does that mean?

Thinking like a virgin 23 year old guy, consensual sex is rather a redundant phrase. So what does consensual sex mean? whose permission do we (ahem) need to take before having sex? The law commission says that other than having the permission of those involved, they have to be above the age of 16 years. And hence, even though you have been married before the age of 16 years (socially might have been accepted, but still illegal) you are barred from having sex (again leagally). But there is a catch, the minimum age according to Child marriage act is 15 years and according to A R Lakshmanan law commission any matrimonial where the involved is below the age of 16 will be considered void. Hello?? Can somebody have CVS incorporated in the bars ( and no I am not talking about spirits) .

Now, Ain’t 18 years a little too young for the present age father or mother?

Ok so in this exponentially growing economy of india, can a family where the ‘girl’ and ‘boy’ in their teens survive? Even Rakhi sawant can answer that. NO. but then why set a minimum when it absolutely doesn’t make sense.
Then I see the big pictures, what about say a traditional marwadi family selling saaris in avenue road in Bangalore. I can (though not completely convinced) somehow make sense of the number 18. Then I catch the drift or rather the problem of the law commission which makes them set the minimum to 18.
I feel the govt. has more work on their sleeves than just simply setting minimums or maximums. They got to take the awareness programmers to a completely new high and make the people in the slums realize that just getting your daughter or son married isn’t helping your situation and make the poor from the rich cities to see the big picture.

This brings us to, Should we have had separate laws considering that child marriage makes sense to only fewer section (differentiated regarding culture, rural, urban or geographical) of people today?

We all are aware about how it’s of cultural significance or rather cultural pigeon holes to get the girl child married once they reach their teens. But today, it makes sense only to a selected community of parents. So assuming that a bangalorean or for that matter any cosmopolitan city’s laws should be different compared to say jeypore in Orissa or Bikaner in Rajasthan. Simply, because the amount of modern city demons one has to face is much more. So we need more ‘astra’ to fight them and hence higher minimum age??

But having different laws for different region is ridiculous especially the human rights related ones. But the government will have to rely on the presumably higher street smartness (big city common sense) of a city lad or lady.

And finally, What do you think is the ‘appropriate’ age for marriage and sex?

If u ask me this question I would say after 26 and 18 (subject to availability, sadly ) respectively. Simply because I feel this age of infinite growth possibilities will ask for much higher requirements to satisfy the next generation (our children) and hence having the ‘astra’ is very important. Minimum one degree of credibility and a bank balance good enough to support a family of 4 (mom, dad, wife and you) to ask the least.

And regarding sex…. [smilies]

Those Thursday evenings…

2008-02-08T16:54:00.001+05:30

No not a Friday. No not a Monday. Yipeee it’s a Thursday. Today is going to be fun.

After a long days work preceded by longer days of work on the last three days, today is the day when there is no ‘weekly meeting’ or a ‘team meeting’ or a ‘Knowledge transfer meeting’. So I am getting out of work soon. 8:30 it will be.

8:30 pm - Boss says, ‘today there no meeting so I am finally going home early’ and starts chatting. My eyes lit up, I send my daily report, press the power button and I am off.

10:00 am- G-talk

Ds: machch

me: solle

XXXX today?

Ds: cant tell so early da

me: cool no probs

Ds: ne ways ordered yeah??

me: not yet.. thinking process

Ds: hmmm .. i think i want for myself da .. neither can i listen to songs frm my phone

me: lol

Ds: nor radio is too clear

btw tat has radio also right

me: nope

8:00 pm – G-talk

me: u there

Ds: leaving in ten min'

me: to?

Ds: XXXX

dude

me: wokay

so when will u be there

do one thing like last time just tell me wneh u are 10 mins away

Ds: 30-40 min max

me: cool

i am sitting ready

The call comes and off I go. Escaaaaaaaaaape

Lift->Parking lot->Cauvery emporium circle->anil kumble circle->Lavelle rd->MOCHA.

For me mocha means Hookah and Moroccan mint tea and an hour of uninhibited, non reserved, ‘khulla mann’ chatting with ds.

A perfect Thursday night: Nirvana swirling out of my mouth, the smell of mint laced with scintillating smell of tea and some whacky ass conversation about life, office, friends and everything else on this blue ass dot of a planet.

MC bill please…

Uses of Abusive Language

2008-01-19T22:37:00.001+05:30

This .. from my archives...

Its been three days since I joined my company for training. We are being trained to be software engineers or for the more aware product developers. We are learning this high level language ‘perl’. Our trainer is also a employee of ‘epsilon’. He is pretty adept in the subject.

Ramesh is good with his teaching skills and his once in a while cynical joke keeps us awake through the course. But then there was a problem. Between us and him. It was too tough for us to connect. We tried our best. He tried his. He also tried the cliche “ Don’t call me SIR call me Ramesh (name changed), IT industry ‘funda’”. Didn’t help. At least for me it didn’t.

But then there are always these moments that come along, out of the blue, and suddenly what u been wanting to happen for days suddenly happens without a tit bit of effort. We were as usual standing in the stairway section of Duparc trinity, there he was too.
(now don’t expect me to tell why only few people go there during breaks). There it began, the need to connect was there in both us, but it required the initiation. Engineering.

For the unaware there is this habit among engineers who take immense pride in feeling that engineering has spoilt the very ‘intellect’ and has not done any justice to the ‘brains’ of eleventh and twelfth. We were all engineers. So you can now guess the topic of discussion. There it began, our man just went on and on about his experiences with dirty externals and influenced internals and how that’s the reason why he was not the topper in his collage. And how his knowledge in computer science was so immense that even toppers came to him to get an algorithm done and et all.

But eh! That’s not how it was. It was like this

our man just went on and on about his fucking experiences with asshole dirty externals and asshole influenced internals and how that’s the reason why he was not the fucking topper in his collage. And how his knowledge in computer science was so fucking immense that even toppers came to him to get an fucking algorithm done and et all.

And there it was, we suddenly knew that we had to listen to what he was saying, because he was narrating just like we would have done. For some reason we knew that this guy is ‘cool’ and we suddenly connected.

PS: please dont mind the language. sorry

ADVS. in 2008!!!!

2008-01-13T15:00:00.001+05:30

So the verdict is out the 'CNBC TV 18 Advertisement of the year' is the Bajaj Pulsar 220 add.

Not long back in the same blog I jotted down some of bests and worsts of the Indian ads ( ref. 'I am thinking.. '. At the top was the now official 'Advertisement of the year'. I am elated that the best in the industry agreed to my choice (obviously I am not claiming any thing here ). Looking forward 2008 is going to be a real interesting year in advertisement, simply because as the competition among the corporates increases, as the number of people in India earning the larger bucks are increasing and the advertising friend & friend companies of India are becoming more digital conscious all we can do is expect more.

With a traditional, 'conservative' bank like 'CANARA BANK' is taking huge steps ahead with its policies and showcasing those changes with a brilliantly wrapped around advertising campaign- 'HUM BADLE AAPKE LIYE', to a hyped( quite deservingly so), semi philantrophic price (".. is one lakh, because a promise is a promise...".. Ratan Tata) release of the 'NANO', the start has been overwhelming.

Also over the last few months we have been seeing some of the 'DEVELOPED BRAND' ads as oppsoe to the "DEVELOPING BRAND' ads. The AIRTEL's 'lets communicate' ad, about two children across a country border has been a cinematically brialliant ad, can easily qualify for a "DEVELOPED BRAND ADV.'. I think this year promises more such adds, which kinda has a national appeal to it but in way speaks about how majestic the brand itself might be.

Heres hopig for a more 'Interesting' year for advertisement.

A hope forgone..

2008-01-03T14:51:00.001+05:30

Voila!!...There she was again...
Hi, i told her, its been a while...

5 years i guess is a lot,
She said a 'Hi', and I knew something was right.

But a lot has not happened in those years,
The love has faded off in those years.

I stole a look, but looking into her eyes was never so tough,
That's when I realized.

She returns not to be,
She returns to say good bye.

Its the new year again...

2008-01-01T20:16:00.000+05:30

Om Shanti Om a.k.a Bollywood circus

2007-11-09T12:31:00.001+05:30

Verdict: Must Watch!!

When i woke up in the morning yesterday, I never knew that I would be one of the few firsts to see Om Shanti Om in India. But when the movie ended the special feeling 'almost' slipped away.
At this point I can say that i still feel like going and watching the movie again because never ever in the history of hindi cinema have I ever enjoyed the first half so much. It is just too too too too funny. Right from the beginning, the movie starts spoofing the 70's style and statements in a way that no one has every successfully done. Shah rukh khan is simply amazing in the first half with his comic timing. Farah khan's humor quotient is simply at heights with this movie. The quick gun murugan and the 'rascala..' parts are simply too original and tickles your funny bone for 100% of the time. The best part of the movie and the reason I have not spoken about shah rukh (who the hell will see him when u can see her in the same frame) till now is Miss Deepika Padukone. She is classic. She is Serene. She is beautiful. She is all cleavage with no vulgar feeling!!!! She has arrived. (oh wont i love that!!!!) Forget her acting, forget her dialogues, forget everything else in the frame when she is scorching up the screen. She is officially the hottest.

But I had my reservations with the movie which made me feel that farah had diverted too far with her comic doings for her to return to serious drama. In her previous movie she had the control and thus it was a senless logicless brialliant movie (main hoo na) but this was like a small child who played too much to have any concentration left for his studies. The end is terrible. Actually its not that bad but when u have such a dhamakedaar first half you need to be only a scorsese to follow it up with great drama, sadly farha ain't that good.

But lets come to the reason why I call it the circus. If u ever loved any bollywood actor, u will find them in this movie. whether it is mithun da's dance or akshays's action or rani's thumkes or amitabh's sense of humor or abhishek's bacchpana.. its all there for grabs. So at the end of the day all paisa vasool when u see akshay kumar do his stunt. Man this was like way funnier than satish shah spitting at shah rukh khan.

So first 75% of the movie is just too good that it covers up the really bad last 30%. An overall celebration of bollywood movies, watch it for all the CIRCUS!!!

Durga Pujo

2007-10-24T22:22:00.001+05:30

Just today as i was passing by a kabab shop near oakhalipuram (Bangalore), ahhh.. the smell of chicken fried in crimson red chutney. But then i suddenly realised I never liked that smell or even gave it any kind of thought. Then I realised that its the same smell i get every time i pass by the food stalls set up during Durga Pujo (the pujo).

This is what pujo does to you. By itself it lasts for just 4-5 days but what it does to a bengali for the rest of the year is phenomenal. Its like an ecstasy, the experience time is incomparable to the effect time. As i listen to Anjan Dutta's Bela bose, the 2441139 song.. i run into the amazing night of that novomi this year. The night of Maddox square, I was pleasantly drunk on Rum Limon (thanks to Dia Didi for that) and the 'back benchers' (the band that just plays guitars and all of us sit around them in that onion layer form) were belting out the songs i had never heard but wanted to always hear. Prithibi ta (the bengali version of bheegi bheegi), 2441139, coffee house made all of us hopeless nostalgic bengalis go in a trans that will keep the effect for the whole year.

The mixture of anxiety, faith, love, freedom, freaking out helps out await the pujo. I can never forget the amazing aarti's, morning events, the night musicals, the chicken egg rolls, the begging for permissions to go out from parents, the cool drinks, the night dances with the whole family and friends ofcourse. The 'Maangsho Bhaath' (meat and rice) on the novomi night.

The best part of the pujo is that the feelings is the same for all age groups. My mom, my dad, my jethu, my sis every one awaits it with the same kind of intensity, but all have their own reason for awaiting the pujo.

The feeling is always great during pujo, though the gossips are shared the people are also ready for some patching ups. There seems to be a positive energy over the place. Teasing, sharing gossips, flirting, faith have their new heights during the pujo.

But the funny part is that it always rains hard during pujo. Maybe the amount of unusual things (read above) that happen during the pujo could help us reason out the rain!! :)

Oh how i miss the Pujo....

Chauvinists and fads...

2007-10-12T17:26:00.001+05:30

I feel like an ultra frigging male 'chauvinist'. Especially when your best friend tells his sister that he is going out with me but is actually going out with his girlfriend. :). Fine thats all right no problem dude, have a great evening.
But wait there is a problem, for the rest of the day i am a chauvinist. Yayi!! so how can i piss some girls around. Here comes to my help the greatest kid ever drawn, yup calvin. read this..

Buahahahaa.. ROTFAFAL.. yesss.. for all the girls who think calvin is cute and i am too(!!!).. take that. Its the greatest irony, just do this, search for all the profiles that have Calvin or Hobbes as their profile pic, count how many of them are girls and viola 90% turn out to be females.

Fine ok ok.. i get it you guys like the comic and dont care what the charecter says or feels. Then it says it all and I made my point. I rest the case.

hehe

Frigging ICICI..

2007-09-13T12:36:00.001+05:30

I hate ICICI.

reason: 9 months back i jumped at an oppurtunity given by ICICI and sangeetha mobiles to buy a phone at zero percent emi. Brilliant i thought and there I had my spunky new phone. It was natural for me to have been impressed at the ease by which all the procedure was completed.

The deal was that the amount will be debited in my father's account and they would clear it from there. Fine till here.
6 months hence everything was fine, when suddenly a call centre from chennai calls up on my land line even though the primary contact number was my dad's mobile to inform us that payments have not been coming in. Completely shocked at this my father checks up the statements of his ICICI account. According to that the money came in and went as was the deal. so if the money has gone from the account how could he accuse us of not paying. Fine, a complain was lodged and everything was fine after a few days, but not after my father had to go to the bank and complete the proceedings (aka waste of his time).

Last month: same problem, same procedure. But this time call was from delhi and the worse part is u cant call them back and shout at them cause its just a one sided call. this time we were fustrated but ICICI "promptly" cleared the problem.

This month: Guess what.... again!!! This is the limit, and thank god this is the last month of the emi, so after the "PROBLEM" is solved "AGAIN", we have decided to go and cut the card in front of the manager.

ICICI is a major Fu@#ing loser of a bank. Never get your self a Credit card from there. period

I am Thinking

2007-08-12T22:13:00.001+05:30

Its been 2 months since i have written something on this blog. Today there was a article in Times of India informing the "illiterate" about the blog (which apparently came about in that fashion, web log-> we blog-> blog ) and reminding the already registered blog user like me to get back to filling in something.

Apparently bipasha basu blogs, therefore blogging has re-arrived. Duh, how can a all bosom define coolness of a blog. Anyway passing thought. But actually Times in its first page says "From mega- stars to moms they are all busy blogging" an in a perfectly Times way a hot picture of Ms. Bipasha Basu. I had to see the page now, as usual there was a lot of trivia, example blogs, "how blogging has affected the universe (duh)" etc etc. and exactly five lines about bipasha. lol. poor "MEGA-STAR".
So what am i getting at. Of course the topic i always enjoy, the topic i wanted to blog about since i started but never gave it a fair chance. ADVERTISEMENT.

First according to me the best ads in the year 2006-2007 have been.
1. Bajaj (pulsar)
2. Maggi (mania)
3. Fast Track

special mention
1. Happydent (rajastan palace one)
2. Orbit (bathaudekar one)
3. Airtel (grand father one)

Worshhhhhht ones
1. BSNL
2. TATA sky (life jingalala)
3. Logan.

Finally,
1. Macho Underwear
2. Wild stone.

The final category i shall leave nameless.

First the best ads,

Bajaj - Remember the late 80's and early nineties Bajaj Ads, with that melodious jingle (will be completely unfair in saying so) "Buland bharath ki buland tasveer... hamara bajaj.. ". Yup bring those sunny, foggy delhi streets with a punjabi man taking his children to school on his bajaj chetak or a bajaj super comes to my mind. Jumping nearly a decade and you'll find pulsar the new USP of Bajaj taking the front seat. Lyrics of " Naye bharath ki nayi tasveer .... hamara bajaj.. " with those amazing vocals and animations. What takes it ahead of all the present ads is the vocals.From folk melodious voice to the metal sounding new one. Where the previous one focussed on the proud developing Indian (middle class) this one clearly matches the "wannabe" status of Indian youth. Rock, Rough vocals but striking the right notes. I have seen this happen, in my office cafeteria, while everyone is busy eating, as soon as the add comes they have to look at the TV once ( for me its the lyrics for some its the cool animation). Whatever be the reason the ad takes Bajaj and pulsar to the heights that the previous add had taken super and chetaks. Though some people might not agree with me, but i feel that the new ad has hit the target (get the pun??!!)
2. Maggi Mania- wouldn't go into the details but. technically brilliant ad. (Bhojpuri lyrics, hep family and good old peppy feel)
3. Fast track-All the ads, with special mention to the tag line "how many you have man". The best part was the way it was delivered, which made it a super hit. So what puts these ads to the top three. Plain and simply - The Success. It took them 7 years to build a strong brand name, Fast Track, but the brand saved TITAN from loosing its status!!

Special mention
1. Happydent- Creativity Galore!!!
2. Orbit - Humor Galore!!
3. Airtel - sentiments Galore!! (this is perfect example of target marketting, once they knew they captured the young ones, it was time for them to attack the "parents")

Worshhhht ones

1. BSNL - what else can u expect from the god of all B- grade ads, The Indian government (may be i am being unfair by undermining the independence related ads or others, remember they were all bharath shah productions). Remember Nirodh ad or say the polio drop ads perfect successor is our priety zinta one minute long ultra boring, plagiarism galore non creative and plain simple ewwwww ad.

2. Tata Sky- god alone knows what TATA was thinking when they made those jingala ads, especially the two orchestra members in a pool one. Man tasteless, stupid, target less add. also might be the most irritating ad in the recent time, oops i for got BSNL ads.

3. Logan - Nothing bad to ones naked eyes, But wear the lens of advertising techniques and u see the problem. Firstly "wide body car".. so what, secondly if you are introducing a international brand ( even though its Renault, aka low level) in India you got to hype it. Man the only hype that mahindra has ever given was for Scorpio, even though it didn't deserve it, but its India man, it was a hit. Sadly it failed there too. No wonder Mahindra is hitting itself on the head for having gone for this massacre. No wonder its a flop.

Finally,
1. Macho Underwear - what was the female model thinking. But i am sure otherwise i would not even have remembered the name of the band, they did their job!!
2. Wild stone- WOW!!

So, whatever said and done I just love Indian ads, they are the best. But i am waiting for the day the ads go beyond sensor, and that day there will be no stopping the creative Indian mind. But i guess its better the way it is now. what say??

End of an era and into the next...

2007-05-06T15:01:00.002+05:30

2nd may, A day that i will always remember.
11:30 am - As i finished copying my last answer from yak's book a feeling of relief and release ran through my mind. It was the end of my Engineering. The end of four years in an amazing place called NITK. The End of an ERA.
As a group of my friend were leaving, leaving the place forever to go into the next phase of their life it hit me. It hit me hard. As i saw bajpai, sailesh, mishra, sonal leave my I sunk into this pit in my own heart which made me speechless.
I am sure i wil meet some of them in future but the four years i spent with these guys, the momments of sorrow, the momments of joy that i shared with them is never going to come back the way it was during these amazing years.
I have never been the kind who is so attached with a person that his parting away would hurt me so much that tears roll down my cheeks, but it did, it did yesterday. These are the moments that make u feel that you should have spent more time with these people.
My bus ticket has been bought. Tuesday 8th may, 1:15 pm
I will bid adieu to this place with a heavy heart and the scare that some of the close friends might forget me. I really will miss this heavenly place.
I dedicate my Engineering to Anup, Jammy, Yak, Gendi, Gooba, Subbu, cheti, Kamu. Thanks guys, u rock!!

Chris Rocks!!

2007-02-20T04:09:00.001+05:30

"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in NBA is Chinese, The Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named 'Bush', 'Dick', and 'Colon'."

Love of a loveless

2007-02-15T04:52:00.002+05:30

love is in the air!!
very strange, very very strange.. Its valentines day and coincidentally i am feeling love sick. I assure you its not anything to do with the day. i am just feeling love sick. may be i need one now.

But who. they say she will come, and u will talk, and u will connect, and u will fall in love. I have waited. I have have taken many trains on the one way route. But nothing happened, there was no connection, She is not there anywhere in the horizon. But, I want to fall in love with her.

I cry for company of a woman. Not the same way i cried the first time, no not infatuations, nothing sexual. I cry for a company, but for some reason I want that to be a girl. I want to talk to her about intuitions, aliens, constellations, food, love, music, movies, job, science, conspiracy theories, parents, friends.I want to listen to her talk, talk her heart out. I want to feel her aura, feel her voice, feel the dew on hair, feel her perfume.I want to fall in love.

I want to connect. I always picture it like a tube connecting her with me. It glows, glows bright. Bright with love. But cant see her face. Its hazy up there, but it didn't matter then. But now i want it to be real. I want to see the face and hear her. I want to fall in love with her.

But Who??

Prejudice and Underestimation

2007-02-11T21:58:00.001+05:30

Dreams, interesting things they are. I feel there are two types of dreams. One, those that are really arbit and seem to you like a motion picture, complete with sub plots and main plots, a hero (usually you), a heroine (usually her) and the extras. The other is ofcourse the one that all the great people talk about. “I have a dream” said ML king. Yes that DREAM-the one that can get you the car, the girl, the comfort, the trip to Egypt, the chick in the movie. Yes that dream, the dream that most of us live our lives for.

There was this self help book that I was reading once that said it’s the worst crime to die with the dreams remaining dreams. When I was in my 3^rd standard, my father used to tell tales of my dadu who was the only doctor in the whole Burdwan district in west Bengal. And about how famous he was and how he rode his white horse, chetak. What else do you expect from a small child listening to such wonderful tales. Yes that’s when I thought that my “future” is in curing people. I had to become the doctor!! (the exclamation is for

me)

And then it was software engineer, and sadly the only reason I thought I wanted to become one was because everyone one around me was one and belting money out of it. Not only that one person went all the way to New Zealand with that job. Now New Zealand was one of the foreign locations I always imagined myself with her in my other type of dreams. So obviously I had to become a software engineer!!

Engineering happened. I moved out of home, hostel happened. There I was suddenly hit by my real future. I had not become the doctor. I had taken mechanical engineering, software not happening too. So what now, automobile engineer or aeronautical (what else did u expect from me). That’s what I thought I was going to become a good mechanical engineer and serve the industrial world!!

I am placed in a software company. And I am now planning to become a restaurateur. I want to protect this dream of mine. Really do. I am really scared that this will turn out the way my other dreams have. I am scared. But this one is a dream of a older person. A dream that has grown a lot. A dream that has had similarities to the first type ( the hero is a restauranter ). Please god help me protect it.

As Will smith says “u have a dream, protect it, nurture it, till it becomes true”.. pursuit of happyness.

And yeah about the heading, I dont like it(them) it either!!!

dadu- grandfather

Confessions Of A Progrmming 'baay'

2006-12-22T09:41:00.001+05:30

It was 2003, I was pretty amused at my AIEEE rank and was happy that I would at least manage chemical engg. seat in my coll. But as it turned out I actually got a mechanical seat. But not without any ‘hullah’ made about how I just missed a computer seat(just by one rank).

The ghosts of that day still haunt me. Finally I faired pretty well in my mechanical engg.(touch wood, I still have a sem left). But preferred to get placed in a software company. This is because I thought myself to be some one with more programming skills than spanner rotating mechanical skills.

I got placed in Epsilon and thought ‘fine now that I have got placed in a software company, I should be able to feel more comfortable’. But life is never consistently fair, I now realize how tough this actually can be. Programming is not only applying an algorithm alone, its much more than that.

CGI, APACHE, DATABASE… ghanta they have any algos, they are all bloody fucking fundaes that I have to suddenly mug up so that I can make sense of the programs I write.

Yeah, yeah they are interesting but what the fuck I have to learn all that in 5 days.

They reason I suddenly felt the anger rising up my spine is because I suddenly feel ‘inappropriate’ to the software industry.

May I grow faster than the million technologies that are made every day. I AM HERE TO STAY!!!

Funny things u should do in a lift

2006-12-18T09:57:00.001+05:30

I know this is stupid, but its full porrikki... (got as mail)

1) CRACK open your briefcase or handbag, peer Inside and ask "Got enough air in there?"
2) STAND silent and motionless in the corner facing the wall without getting off.
3) WHEN arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.
4) GREET everyone with a warm handshake and ask him or her to call you Admiral.
5) MEOW occasionally.
6) STARE At another passenger for a while. Then announce in horror: "You're one of THEM" - and back away slowly
7) SAY -DING at each floor.
8) SAY "I wonder what all these do?" And push all the red buttons.
9) MAKE explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
10) STARE, grinning at another passenger for a while, then announce: "I have new socks on."
11) WHEN the elevator is silent, look around and ask: "Is that your beeper?"
12) TRY to make personal calls on the emergency phone.
13) DRAW a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers: "This is my personal space."
14) WHEN there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder, then pretend it wasn't you.
15) PUSH the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
16) ASK if you can push the button for other people but push the wrong ones.
17) HOLD the doors open and say you're waiting for your friend. After a while, let the doors close and say "Hi Greg, How's your day been?"
18) DROP a pen and wail until someone reaches to help pick it up, then scream: "That's mine!"
19) BRING a camera and take pictures of everyone in the lift.
20) PRETEND you're a flight attendant and review emergency procedures and exits with the Passengers.
21) SWAT at flies that don't exist.
22) CALL out "Group hug" then enforce it.

Prem Doot

2006-12-02T15:49:00.001+05:30

I don't know why i am doing this, but somethings are worth done than left undone. I am in love with you and i cant help myself from denying it. I know this is a very wrong thing to do knowing that you are already engaged with someone. The pain of love untold is growing everyday. Unbearable.
Weighing down things it looks like i have to tell you. So here goes 'I LOVE YOU'. Its not your new found beauty that i am in love with, Its not the cry of an unsatisfied, Its your serene periphery that i am smittened by.
Whats more irresistible is that you being so quiet and still expressive. I can never forget that eye contact that we had which for me lasted a millennium. I still cant forget those tears that trickled down your cheeks. I had had hugged u that very moment in my mind.
One thing though, If the intention of this letter is not satisfied, please don't break the beautiful relationship we have. Its very precious and i would like to treasure it all my life.

Thank you.

Fragility

2006-10-18T02:14:00.001+05:30

This is my first...
Its a wonderful sight, the baby is wrapped up in the white towel, eyes try the best to open, the cry is so sweet...... The minute the human is born he is saved by the already grown up world. This continues till death beckons.
Have u ever wondered how fragile that human was and will be till he dies. Or. Have u wondered how powerful he is, protected and helped by the technology, made by the human himself!!
The reason that this contradictory thought seeped into my mind is because of the position have given it. It stands between two regions. Conquered and defeated.
How do I cope Or handle it. The mind runs again. Is it because I assumed my adept Or my loser attitude got the better of me. So is it all about perceiving things. Yes I guess.
So I assume my adept in anything I do? See, there again comes a thin line overconfident|confidence.
Confused I remain in all the layers.........