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!!
16.1.07
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!
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!
4.1.07
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
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
30.12.06
A small walk back!
9/11 rocked the world as Osama n his dudes struck terror in world's most arrogant n vain, yet the most powerful country of them all, AMERICA. and no this blog has got nothing to do with america or osama or anything in anyway related to them.
Its just that the date 9/11 signifies terror in my life too.(i am not from america n neither have i been attacked nor molested by a gang of sex hungry gays).
Having got placed on the 26th of August 2006 i was on a high, i was happy as i had proved something to my family, to my friends, to my ever-curious well-wishers(so called), and some of the over n ever curious crowd staying in my locality.
It was after 19 failed attempts that i got thru this company. I called up all my friends n recieved calls from every nook n corner of the world(it does'nt mean george bush n osama too called me..think rationally mate!!)..that read on similar lines.."hey! heard u got placed..congratsssss..n whens the TREAT?? n when are u joining??"..
Right from number 1 recruitment process to number 20 n to some more i have had in more recent times, my grandma is the one person who has played a major role in getting me physically n mentally ready for these exams, right from waking me up early on these days, making sure that i don't go hungry, to providing those last minutes checks (as she knows the absent minded stupid that i am), to making sure i don't forget anything important. I knew with this one job offer now in hand, i have made her efforts come successful n made her a lot more happier person. Now she could tell in her peer-group that her grandson, is a jobber(jobber???..hope u got wat i intended).
Hardly had my basking in glory days entered the second day, that it came to an abrupt end as an operation was planned to remove a long-standing excess element from my body, n the operation, the little bit of anxiety that comes with it n the pain that follows it prevented me from having hardly any day-dreams of your future life at the work place, of doing great impossible things that would make the CEO of the firm to make me the CEO.( whew!)
Hardly had i recovered from the operation that on the fated day 9/11(2006), that i came to know that i had flunked in a paper. All, aspirations of dreaming after fully recovering from sedative n painful operation after-effects, came down tumbling like Jack, of the jack n jill went up to hill fame.
On being given an idea to the company officials of the mess that i was in, they were understanding enough to extend my joining.N i began to believe bad-times have slowly started to wade away.
Then, today morning comes the news of my exam time-table, with exams starting FEB.
That is going to make me stay put at house for the next two months, with my computer n a high speed internet connection for company of whom i am getting fast fed-up and also now have to face the overly excited crowd, which seems more interested on knowing the day i am supposed to join n dont stop when told that i have a late joining date, they end-up asking various kinds of out-of-the-world questions.
Already fed up of being in the house for the last 6 months and envious of my friends, for the experiences they speak of their new world n for the money they earn themselves. Now, i got to wait for another 5 months atleast before i join(that too if the company is patient enuff :-(..)
This period of adversity bought me some interesting new friends n some interesting new relations that i had certainly missed earlier, also strengthened some of my previous bonds.
Like some dude has said "Its in the period of adversity that one finds his true friends" n
i believe i am finding them!
Hoping for the BEST!!!
Praying for the strength to fight my internal demons!!!
n
for those uninspired among u
RACE MOVIE(recommended)
Brainy Quotes
Time to hit the crib.!
Thats all folks!!
do point out if my writings are causing big big grammatical blunders :-)
Its just that the date 9/11 signifies terror in my life too.(i am not from america n neither have i been attacked nor molested by a gang of sex hungry gays).
Having got placed on the 26th of August 2006 i was on a high, i was happy as i had proved something to my family, to my friends, to my ever-curious well-wishers(so called), and some of the over n ever curious crowd staying in my locality.
It was after 19 failed attempts that i got thru this company. I called up all my friends n recieved calls from every nook n corner of the world(it does'nt mean george bush n osama too called me..think rationally mate!!)..that read on similar lines.."hey! heard u got placed..congratsssss..n whens the TREAT?? n when are u joining??"..
Right from number 1 recruitment process to number 20 n to some more i have had in more recent times, my grandma is the one person who has played a major role in getting me physically n mentally ready for these exams, right from waking me up early on these days, making sure that i don't go hungry, to providing those last minutes checks (as she knows the absent minded stupid that i am), to making sure i don't forget anything important. I knew with this one job offer now in hand, i have made her efforts come successful n made her a lot more happier person. Now she could tell in her peer-group that her grandson, is a jobber(jobber???..hope u got wat i intended).
Hardly had my basking in glory days entered the second day, that it came to an abrupt end as an operation was planned to remove a long-standing excess element from my body, n the operation, the little bit of anxiety that comes with it n the pain that follows it prevented me from having hardly any day-dreams of your future life at the work place, of doing great impossible things that would make the CEO of the firm to make me the CEO.( whew!)
Hardly had i recovered from the operation that on the fated day 9/11(2006), that i came to know that i had flunked in a paper. All, aspirations of dreaming after fully recovering from sedative n painful operation after-effects, came down tumbling like Jack, of the jack n jill went up to hill fame.
On being given an idea to the company officials of the mess that i was in, they were understanding enough to extend my joining.N i began to believe bad-times have slowly started to wade away.
Then, today morning comes the news of my exam time-table, with exams starting FEB.
That is going to make me stay put at house for the next two months, with my computer n a high speed internet connection for company of whom i am getting fast fed-up and also now have to face the overly excited crowd, which seems more interested on knowing the day i am supposed to join n dont stop when told that i have a late joining date, they end-up asking various kinds of out-of-the-world questions.
Already fed up of being in the house for the last 6 months and envious of my friends, for the experiences they speak of their new world n for the money they earn themselves. Now, i got to wait for another 5 months atleast before i join(that too if the company is patient enuff :-(..)
This period of adversity bought me some interesting new friends n some interesting new relations that i had certainly missed earlier, also strengthened some of my previous bonds.
Like some dude has said "Its in the period of adversity that one finds his true friends" n
i believe i am finding them!
Hoping for the BEST!!!
Praying for the strength to fight my internal demons!!!
n
for those uninspired among u
RACE MOVIE(recommended)
Brainy Quotes
Time to hit the crib.!
Thats all folks!!
do point out if my writings are causing big big grammatical blunders :-)
21.12.06
QUOTES!!!
Quotes...
is a word that means(atleast for me) sentences that can give u weird ways to soothe urself after a failed or unsuccessful venture.....n for some(not me..not me!) inspire them to reach great heights.
Here are some of them..that actually do make a BIG impression.
there are lots lots available on the net...
The one i visit is
Brainy Quotes
thats all folks
is a word that means(atleast for me) sentences that can give u weird ways to soothe urself after a failed or unsuccessful venture.....n for some(not me..not me!) inspire them to reach great heights.
Here are some of them..that actually do make a BIG impression.
- Develop success from failures. Discouragement and failure are two of the surest stepping stones to success. (this one makes sense..)
- Success is going from failure to failure without a loss of enthusiam.
- In order to succeed, your desire for success should be greater than your fear of failure. (i dont fear failure..no wonder!!!..i never succeed!!)
- Try not to become a man of success, but rather try to become a man of value.
- Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go.
- If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no point in being a damn fool about it. ( now this inspires me!! QUIT!)
there are lots lots available on the net...
The one i visit is
Brainy Quotes
thats all folks
23.11.06
TTs(does'nt concern u)
| 23-27 | 1-6 | 7-11 | 12-16 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1.5 | 3 | 4.2 | 5 |
DEC 2nd 2006(editing the post)
THE TABLE ABOVE WAS(yeah past tense) SUPPOSED TO BE MY PLAN FOR STUDIES...
Well Failed Miserably is what all i achieved.!
The quote "THOSE WHO FAIL TO PLAN..PLAN TO FAIL" may land u up with an interpretation that those of PLAN..SUCCEED.
Well NO!..atleast for me!..i never fail to plan..but i fail to EXECUTE...
Well u call me a loser of the HIGHEST ORDER.
MY MOOD:QUITE PISSED OFF(with myself!!)
HISTORY DOES REPEAT ITSELF!!!!
blogspot(twice), yahoo360, opera community, rediffblogs are the places where i have had attempts as a blogger.At yahoo, i have a lot of people crossing my blogs....so i don't feel comfortable enough to post my blogs (the ones i create...the things that come directly out of my head)there..as i am afraid of getting criticized or being mocked at(why the hell)??
At other places i either forgot the password(rediff n twice in blogger) or was criticized of plagiarism's(in opera)..
So y are u back???
Writings have always fascinated me.I just love the way people(ofcourse, not every tom dick n harry) express a situation or themselves using the pen.I always wanted to be one.But my lazy nature hardly ever provided me the opportunity even to give it a try(i mean being one of those hi-fi writers)!.
Some of the blogs i read are
Don Victors
Raghu's
Sids
So am back..so that i can put some things that come in my mind to pen and end up being a better writer than what i am now!..
lets see how far i will go with this.
What if u don't??
u can find myself blogging again at someother location..
winners never quit..i am partly a winner coz winners never quit(well hope u got the logic, and partly coz..but i hardly try too;))
Lets see how far i go!
At other places i either forgot the password(rediff n twice in blogger) or was criticized of plagiarism's(in opera)..
So y are u back???
Writings have always fascinated me.I just love the way people(ofcourse, not every tom dick n harry) express a situation or themselves using the pen.I always wanted to be one.But my lazy nature hardly ever provided me the opportunity even to give it a try(i mean being one of those hi-fi writers)!.
Some of the blogs i read are
Don Victors
Raghu's
Sids
So am back..so that i can put some things that come in my mind to pen and end up being a better writer than what i am now!..
lets see how far i will go with this.
What if u don't??
u can find myself blogging again at someother location..
winners never quit..i am partly a winner coz winners never quit(well hope u got the logic, and partly coz..but i hardly try too;))
Lets see how far i go!
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