2007

Its almost there, Its almost there, the new year, time for resolutions.
Ah..well after my resolutions for 2007 went wrong big time, i am not even in the slightest of moods to resolve anything for the upcoming year.

2007 comprised of, my supplementary exams, the wait for results, wasting time for no good for a good 3 months, caritor showing me its back, making some new friends at NIIT, being job-less taking its toll, being frustrated and paranoid for bull-shit things and reasons, putting my ass in others matters for no particular reason, for some time being an integral part of my gym cricket team, applying for CAT n not writing the exam, being confused about my future(n i still am),job-hunting taking me to different states of India,a new Job, again new friends, being particularly impressed with a guy called mani-kandan, and there(at training) meeting up with this damn beautiful girl, messing everything with her(n am damn sure she must be feeling real 'YUCK' abt me), my 1st days in bank, those frightful days in cash, 1st salary, my 2nd salary, sona's marriage, getting back with the gang--- sitting late nights taking to eldo, sid, anto n feeling damn nostalgic, meeting up with the dilbert at a place thats is now our regular hang-out place, to today my first experience with closing, getting news of christy's marriage (wishing her a great life ahead), to talking with sid while writing this, to being a real passionate arsenal fan.
This was just a great year for me.
Hoping to have a greater year ahead.
A very warm and happy new year wishes to all of my friends.

Thats all!!

chao!!!!

IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!

I feel like one right now(yeah idiot).

And for those planning to go on a tour....
Nature at its best-- Sandakphu

Joining

Am joining today...:-)
24th October 2007.Wednesday.

(the blog shows 23rd october, thats coz i spin ahead of those in America.)

thats all.

chao!!!!!

Yeh Paisa Bolta Hai!!!!!

A fine afternoon, a hearty meal, a too boring program on the boob-tube with a not working remote, left me with no options but to stay put to the channel running and a walk to change the channel after a hearty meal remained quite out of question and with two kiddo's(my cousin's) busy playing some crap on the computer, left me all damn bored and quite damn sleepy.

I had almost slept, when some very bugging and a very unpleasant sound bought me back to some more senses than what i was losing and after some glances here and there, i discovered that it was the mobile loaded with a new very bugging ring tone. With a stretch of the hand i got the mobile and a sleepy glance on to it's screen left me wondering, where in the world would someone have such a large number.

I picked the call, and "Hello....yawnnn"..

Caller:Hello, hi, am i speaking to rusty sir..

Me:(Sir!!!..naah damn!! another wrong number.)

Caller:(repeats the same thing in her damn sweet and trying-to-be-hospitable voice.)

Me:Yea..yawnn..(sweet voice..who's she??)

Caller:Sir, i am calling from Bharti Insurance Hyderabad.

Me: Ok!!(So!!)

Caller: Sir, we have some really good schemes for you, which will help you in having a secure financial future.

Me:Really!!(seeming damn interested, but how interested would one be, without being employed??)

Caller:(more excited, and the same amount of sweetness as before) Yes, Sir!! Sir, You just pass your address and one of our field representatives will get to you at your home and give an idea of the schemes.

Me:Well, Ma'am Actually I am Unemployed and I don't think any of your schemes would benefit me at this point of time.

Caller:
(There was a hush, as if i had uttered something blasphemous, or else if she had taken notice of a snake that had crawled all the way towards her or as if someone was one holding her at gun-point.)
(Whatever it was i couldn't hear anything or was it just the mobile acting weird)

Me:Hello!!

Caller: uh! Ah! Sorry Sir.(All the sweetness and excitement now replaced with a very flustered voice) Tuck!!!(n yeah the call was cut!.)

Well, so much for the 'Sir ' tag.
I ended up feeling seriously odd and weirdly funny then.
Now these things seem funny.
I remember a song from a Anil Kapoor Starrer which has the following lines
"Yeh Paisa Bolta Hai"
"Yeh Paisa Bolta Hai"

Quite true, ain't it??

Yawnnn..am too sleepy........and am out!!



chao!!!

At Last....

2 n half years, around 30 tests,20 Gd's ,10 interviews, n lots of places visited in the process,in the process called JOB-HUNTING. Well, hopefully it all ends today(Oct3rd 2007), as i am selected to the post of Probationary Officer in Federal Bank.
No idea when i will join, when i will start working. I want to it be immediate or the joining to get delayed till December.
Anyways....
thats alll!!!!

Ever Thought Why Letters in The KeyBoard Are Arranged So??


chao!!!!!

About a Blog I Liked, recent blunders and a BDAY WISH.

Lots n lots to study..n what am i doing here??? well..whiling away time so that i can feel guilty tomorrow morning of wasting all the valuable time...gaaaah DUMB guy, ain't I???

Now to talk of things more sensible, recently while going through the comments on the Scott Adam's(The guy who makes the comic strip DILBERT) BLOG(which i believe(the blog) is quite worth reading..), I found among the many comments, one from a female named kritika joshi, with the link to her blog given. And yes you guessed it right, i wasted no time thinking, clicked on the link n lo! came her blog. And there i happened to read Her most recent posting(which is at least 5 months old.), what impressed me was the way she had written it up. It is about she finding a guy for herself, and she had written it so well n described it so beautifully, that for a moment i felt the very necessary urge to be in love with someone. 5 stars to that blog. I read some of her other posts too. The way she describes those simple moments in life so beautifully and in simple words, shows her understanding of this very seemingly easy but confusing language called ENGLISH(all comparisons and ratings are provided taking me as the other comparison material). Kudos to u ma'am for your writing and ALL THE BEST WISHES FROM MY SIDE FOR UR MARRIAGE.

(Well, to talk logically, that female does not know me, nor does she know that she has a blog entry for her, by an absolute stranger who is impressed by her work. Well, wish i had such blogs too, blogs about me n my works..by some very beautiful Indian girl..hehe..ahh well..hope so...)

And some days back i forgot to get down at the stop that i am supposed to get down n realized that, only after the bus had moved some distance and today in my attempt to get a glass of grape juice from the fridge in a shop i ended up spilling two glasses of them(yeah ..grape juice..), i being a regular guy at the shop and the owner being a nice guy, i escaped music from his side and also was not charged for them. Thank You Dude. What's happening to me?? SHIT HAPPENS.

and
Today is my friend Nandita's Bday, which i forgot, so wishing her through this medium, WISH U A VERY VERY HAPPY B'DAY NANDITA.


That's all for now.
Chao!!!

BLOG NO:DUS

10th blog for the year, n i failed to register a blog for the month of August.Sob!.

After some Research n Analysis like always i found that internet is consuming a lot of my valuable time.So, from today i have decided to fix a time to access the net, which i believe must bring me lots of valuable time.

So from 04 September 2007 till World Ceases to Exit or I get married or the Indian football team wins the world cup or I get a Job or for some other weird reason, whichever comes first, till then i will be using the internet for a max of forty five minutes a day.
For the current scenario,
my internet timings will be from 900pm to 9:30pm.

I heard that a good writer must be able to write on varied subjects with consummate ease. So in my attempt to improve my writing skills i am planning to put some details of my trip to Mumbai next week.

thats all.
chao!!!!!

Hope i am in time!!!

On scanning through this blog of mine, a few minutes back, i realised that i have posted something every month since i started blogging here. Although its already August 1 here in India, i hope the American Server does the trick and i get a a very useless post of mine in, and an entry be shown for the month of JULY.
chao!! to the bull-shit of a post this one is..


Edited After Posting::Yippeeeeeee Yippeee..now the blog is showing an entry for the month of july and I AM LOVING IT.
Got to attend an useless seminar about something related to java tomorrow. With hardly much knowledge about java, i am expecting most things to be presented in the seminar to fly over my head. Why am i attending?? Coz its kinda been made compulsory by the NIIT guys, just in order to fill up the space. In short, i am going to do my part by filling up space for a seminar, so that it seems like a HUGE success.
Yawnnnn!! to sleepy
chao!!

Ah..well...

Well, currently am feeling kinda odd. One of my friends just called me n announced her marriage plans. Seriously every time one of my close friends announce their marriage/commitment plans, it kinda brings some funny feelings. Feels quite weird when your close friends announce their commitment plans and the infallible comparison operator in my brain crops up n makes me go thinking "dude!!! people are making marriage plans..n here you are struggling to find an opportunity to apply for a job. Tera kya hoga Gabbar!!!".

and a close relative of mine, my cousin to say, my junior when it comes to education chronicling, is placed with some reputed firm and is joining next week n currently performing the customary relative house visiting to tell formal good-bye's, happened to pass by my house too. This dude, asked me to forward my resume to him for referrals. Well, all i could do was give him a BIG GRIN n say sure dude..do refer me. I felt like a huge load garbage.

Anyways..apna bhi number aayega..aayega zaroor aayega.
Hum honge kaamyaab, hum honge kaamyaab ek din...
oh hoo mann mein hai vishwas poora hai vishwas..
hum honge kamyaab ek din!!!!

Singing these lines i leave..as i feel i must be doing something more useful like study some aptitude or go through some tech stuff or find and send my resume to some recruiter and pray that at least this dude, gives me an interview call.
thats it!!!

chao!!!

Rusty:-Grumbling!!!

Life's been quite tough through the last one week, some shocking news..which has almost bought my life to cross-roads, left me facing thousands of options, all requiring struggle. Not that i am not ready for it, but the umpteen number of options before me is confusing me to the core.And this was followed by mild but another shocking revelation..which i just have to accept as another way of life. Currently am back to the basics, back to preparing resumes, preparing aptitude as well as technical stuff.
And my plans for CAT take a back seat, as i cant find a plan to study that will suit the uncertainty am facing currently.
Anyways..if things dont go anymore awry..i am cracking CAT 2008.

Whew!!!! some boring stuff right??. Well, If u dont get a clear idea of what i am intending, never mind!!!!

Thats all!!

Memories of a "NATURE'S CALL AND A DOG"

Memories, some sweet, some embarrassing, some funny, some forgettable but I find that i have a fabulous memory and it makes me ponder with such a fabulous memory how come i always scored pretty low marks in dictation. Ahhh!! Well, God Knows Only.

Traveling some 7 years down the time line, during a stay at my cousin's house, i found something common in pet dogs. On seeing strangers all of them bark, some bark harder, some in addition to barking also seem to have kind of weird attraction towards some visitors that it follows the visitor throughout his/her stay at the house, following it even when the visitor enters the toilet for obvious purposes. Well, to say the dog at my cousins house fell into the last specified classification and i happened to be that "someone" for the dog.

The dog would follow me everywhere, and i was kind of used to it. 'Used to it' in the sense, whenever this guy(the dog) followed me, i was scared and would usually shout out to my cousins, and one of them would then pull this guy out of my trail.

One of the things that i was quite hooked to was my cousin's computer, playing games in it was one thing i really enjoyed. I used to sit till late night with my cousin and play one or the other game.

It was one such gaming night, after many hours of play, my cousin got too sleepy and went to his room. I continued gaming for some more time and then hit the bed in the computer room.
I was half-way through my sleep, when i felt the urge, yes the nature's call. So, i got up from bed and did not switch on the light as i was afraid that the dog who sleeps in the hall would get alert and start following me. I knew this time my shouting for my cousins would do no good and it would disturb sleep of the elders of the house. So, i was in quite a fix, i could not move out of the room in fear of waking the dog and with every passing second the urge only seemed to increase.
Probably for the first time i wished i had a huggy's diaper on and even thought of buying one and wearing it the next time, if i survived this ordeal.

I was too afraid to step out of the room and so i started to look out for alternatives. Some empty bottle, a bunch of useless clothes or anything would have done. I found nothing. The urge was getting worser, and i knew i would end up pissing in my pants if i don't act quickly. Then it struck me "Yes i could do it through the window". My cousins lived in a flat and it was on the fourth floor. The window in the room was grilled in a box-shape. There were no second thoughts after that. I hurriedly opened the window, somehow managed to sit on the edge of the window and attended the call. And this ordeal of mine proves true the age old adage:
"NECESSITY IS THE MOTHER OF INVENTION"...well some invention.*BIG GRIN*

Time is 4:54am and some hours before i lay awake, thinking of some past events when this thing came into my mind and though it was quite mentally n physically painful then, it seemed quite funny to me as i thought of it. Never disclosed this to anyone. So thought of putting it to pen.

Thats all!!

Bhai yeh majestic ka bus stop kaha pe hain

Bangalore, the city of lakes, the IT capital of India, home to some of India's sporting icons, one of the poshest cities, home to internationally acclaimed educational institutions(IIM n IISc),a metropolitan city fast turning into a cosmopolitan. A place where thousands arrive in a day with dreams of making it BIG, with hopes of finding some way to earn something that could enable roti kapda makan for them n their families and definitely a very good place to live if one can afford the place.(Imagine a masala dosa costing 22 bucks, a wada costing 10 bucks, whereas over here more tastier ones cost u 12 n 2.50 bucks respectively...home sweet home!)

And what brings most people to bangalore, brought me too...job-hunting. One sunny day in October i and dilbert(not the flat headed engineer that appears in comic strips, created by scott adams) reached bangalore, after a journey standing all the way for 700kms, sleepless in the a-bit-too- over crowded general compartment of the Island Express(the word Express here is a misnomer..this train has over the years achieved great deal of notoriety for never coming anywhere near the scheduled time). We(me in dilbert) were much suffocated in the train, planting both feet to the ground was hardly feasible. I like every other human being abroad had myself twisted n more twisted in an attempt to have some breathing as well as standing room.

There is saying that goes "when u r in a place u dont know, ur tongue helps u out"(n never use this logic if u r lost somewhere in the african jungles). So, with this logic in my mind and armed with hindi, one of the few languages that work in bangalore, I n dilbert where roaming around quite cluelessly, doing what 'no-idea-what-to-do-next' tourists do the best, window shopping in some of the most expensive malls and also not failing to feast our eyes on some 'shehar ki ladki'. Time went by as we wandered and wandered,(the only difference then between us n stray dogs, was that we were not dogs).

Aching legs and a growling stomach, forced us to stop this tiresome yet enjoyable activity and planned to return to our hotel room.
Auto-Drivers in most metropolitian cities are known to take new comers to city on a world tour and charge fares that would be comparables to the air-travel ones(ok! ok! i am exaggerating.)

Not wanting to spend much on hiring an auto, we thought of asking the nearest bus-stop(remember the logic). As, i knew more hindi than dilbert, i was quite confident of talking to one or the other guy on the road and finding the bus-stop, and proudly lead the way. After enquiring some of the fellow passerby's, i sensed that most people on the road are more lost than what we are, and in the process we also had a bunch of kids asking us direction to some weird named location.(Believe me, most places in bangalore are proud owners of weird names), and we duly dispatched them to the direction opposite to ours.
I realised, that either shop-keepers or auto-walla's could be of more help.
With no shops to be found anywhere in the horizon, we started looking for some parked auto's.
After a bit more wandering, we found one.
I paced ahead of dilbert and became more excited on seeing the auto-driver in it and asked

me:"bhai yeh majestic ka bus stop kaha pe hain" (majestic is a place in bangalore..did'nt i say bangalore has places with weird names).

auto-wallah dude: kya reee(with kannada slang..n a scorn filled sound)..and then he pointed his fingers to the back, indicating we could take his auto.(n i initially thought something is wrong with this guy..well i was'nt wrong)

me:"bhai yeh majestic ka bus stop kaha pe hain"

auto-wallah dude:murmured something..and came out of the auto.

by this time i and dilbert had walked past the auto..and this dude was shouting and seemed to follow us.
when we turned back..i could see this guy talking some shit..quite enraged..and was showing actions of spitting on my face.(none of his saliva hit me)
Now, that enraged me....

me:!^(#(!^#$&(!*%&#%$!&(!#%*!#%)!*%)$ )$%^(*^%($* !%#*( i used almost everything i had garnered during my stay in mumbai)
and also, i proved why humans are truly the descendents of the monkey clan, i did what he did, i spat on him(no, it did not strike him, THANK GOD!!)
Before things could turn more ugly(probably, with me getting beaten up by the auto-wallahs gang), dilbert pulled me out of it, and we simply crossed the road and were lucky to meet a more intelligent species who knew where the bus-stop was.

So kids this above crap has a lesson to be learned from it..
"NEVER ASK FOR DIRECTIONS TO AN AUTO-GUY."

Time is 156am, i am hardly sleepy, all attributed to the hours of hard work i do sleeping in the morning. I am having some mixed feelings, feeling a bit bad as my super-selector is screwed as the server says i got some problem(n how did it??..must have met my dad somewhere) and am feeling really happy as Arsenal has screwed ManU for the second time this season. Cheers ARSENAL.

I am listening to "panchi hoon" from aadat by JAL(the pakistani band)..quite a good song!!

Thats all!!

Could i be an alien???

"Time n Tide waits for no man" one dude said this, n most agree to it. But when u have been sitting at home doing nothing other than ruing over the misfortunes caused for months together, n waiting for something to happen, time seem to be waiting on u(n u have no idea about the tides).
Since time is waiting(seemingly), there comes a remote probability that i am an ALIEN(after all what does imagination cost??). One who landed on the earth in a space capsule that was sent from krypton when the planet was seeing its last.
But after unsuccessful attempts at lifting my neighbors bull-dozer, unable to see through walls, n all attempts at flying all by self only ending up in a bruised me n as a last resort failing to find any abandoned spaceship or traces of it, i realized i was very much human than the kryptonite dude Superman. Considering the positive aspect of it, at least i wont be teased by kids for wearing odd colored undies over my pants.
And if i am not Superman i don't want to be anyone else among the ALIEN clan.!!

Are'nt there times in life when u wish u were super-man or u were bitten by that radio-active spider which would transform u into spidey, or u had enough money to be the bat-man??
Wont it be cool to fly n or swing around with anonymity, help all those in distress, catch damsels falling down , fight villans with super powers or high tech gadgets..yeah in the process getting to date great looking women who would swoon all over u for nothing.(how i wish??!)

Well, no more senseless stuff, time is 545am n i have hardly slept.
chao!

The OMs-EYE Story!

Back home after a heavy-work out at the gym,( i started taking my gym seriously after i found my 7 year old cousin drawing an outline of my body, his art resembled an '8' like figure..which made me analyze myself in the mirror n well the kid cannot be blamed.) my grandma busy getting herself amused watching the never-ending serials told me to prepare food on my own.

Oh o!, last attempt at food-making had ended up in me eating a nearly blackish omlete.. i thought no more to omlete..i will make something a bit less complex..then what??
bullseye!..yes it will be bullseye.
So simple to make, all u need is an egg, some pepper powder n some salt. To the overly curious, yes dear we do need a a frying pan, some oil n a working gas stove and u dont need to turn sides too.(an idiots guide to making a bullseye)
After the thinking process, i started the preparations...kept the frying pan, poured the oil(of course the gas was on), broke the egg into the frying pan..n after a few minutes when it was time to get it out of the pan....i deduced that i had poured oil a bit too much...as i could not get the bullseye on my spoon(the larger one..with which we take dosas n omletes out of the pan..well what is it scientifically called??)..after some wobbling around i finally somehow managed to get the BE(Bull'sEye) on to the spoon, but only for it to slip out of it..n fall back onto the pan..with the jelly like yolk part falling face first on to the pan...(Crap!i never get a proper result out of my cooking endeavors)..after which i took it the formerly BE out of the pan n put it onto my plate(and yes i switched off the gas).
Now on the plate, it looked so unique, so different.With one side it resembled an omlete n on the other side it was yellowish. Can this be called a BE??
Well, then it suddenly struck me, hey i found something new, i have discovered something whose existence has not been known till now(no.no neither did i shout eureka eureka n run allover nor was i much excited on the thought that i discovered something), then i thought of naming it.
Hence was OMs-EYE born. A cross between an Omlete and a BE.

How did i manage to eat it???
Well, well when u r really hungry, the taste hardly matters