EYC- Express yourself clearly

Story from the closet

2010-01-17T23:33:00.004+05:30

Me and the two Anil's, we used to go cycling after the school gets over. It was like we were the great explorers and no one will know about places if we do not find them. Mostly our trip used to start from the shady end of the colony. It was the only place where there were three story buildings while all across there were only two stories and for the highest rung single story. This was the place where your mom would not like you to go. Well our journey used to start from there. We used to take the narrow mud road "pugdundi" to the place called Bapugram for whatever reasons. And from there our fairy tale trip used to start. We used to cross a school which was not more than one room. But we never used to wonder how they could be teaching in this one room school because all that mattered to us at that time was the small playground in front of the school and the well in the ground that was very deep. From there we used to follow the kaccha road till it used to turn into pebble road. We used to stand on the paddles not sitting on the seat of the bicycle in order to balance it as the pebbles used to slip over one another. It was a steep down slope filled with pebbles and at times you had to move towards the edges away from the pebbles or else the speed will increase and brakes wont work. With all that maneuvering of the cycle we used to finally reach step farms at the side of the small stream. This stream was just few meters wide and a few meters deep with less than a feet deep water in it. With the sound of the water steam in the background we used to cross the step farms on the narrow pugdundi between two farms. On one side farm will be at level and on other it will be down .. well thats what makes them step farms. Soon the pugdundi takes you to the place where a tree trunk was put to cross the stream. Now this was even more tricky. The tree trunk was not flat and you have to carry the bicycle on your shoulders while balancing on the trunk.. or else you are down in the water. While crossing the stream, the sound of water used to grow louder and louder as if a whole lot of water is coming towards you but you can not see it. As we used to get off the trunk taking a sigh of relief that we made it; there was another even narrow fast flowing stream. Thankfully they had kept flat planks on it so that you can cross it and can not see the water wheel rotating. The loud sound of water was coming from the water mill that was used as a flour mill I guess. Once you cross the water mill another pugdundi will take you directly into the wide stream flowing gently with just a feet deep water. As you move towards the source of the water it used to get deeper and deeper. And finally you see the water coming out from the roots of a large tree. Some underground water stream decided to emerge at a place where a tree has taken its roots. So watching the water flowing out from the roots of this tree... you rarely see water so clean and transparent that you can see each stone lying at the bottom of it. In the water small fishes used to move scared from all the kids playing in it or rather may be they got used to of all the kids coming over daily and just to amuse them used to run helter skelter. We used to go to the edge ride our bicycle with full speed in to the stream till it used to get deeper and deeper and you are not able to paddle further. At this point of time we used to jump into the stream scaring all the small fishes. The fairy tale used to go on for few hours when it used to get late and we had to rush back to home before anyone can figure out where we went.

Photography my new hobby

2009-05-27T08:08:00.002+05:30

Delhi Vs Mumbai

2008-07-13T22:46:00.004+05:30

Its been a long break from blogging ... moving from Mumbai was such a pleasant change that I got busy having fun.. :)

Mansoon is here to beat the heat out from here ... in Mumbai life was static .... people keep moving but life remains the same ... wahee local ke first class mein question mark ki tarah ek taang per khade ho kar travel karna .. Mumbai sucks big time... if u manage to stay in south mumbai u r lucky or else life is waste ... spending half of ur life standing on one leg in local....

Delhi is spacious .. room for everyone ..space for everyone .. u dont have to breathe somebody's sweat for one hour to move from one place to another.... aaaaaarghhh

But then people of Mumbai are much more disciplined and organised than the nonsensical people in Delhi mostly from the nearby states.. .. oooh I am one of them too but quite literate to be disciplined :) and then the language the people speak here.... each sentence starting with maa*** having a few ben*** and ending with maa*** again .... and they hardly know they are uttering the words that can be abusive ... thats how they have grown up... again most of these people are from nearby states ..

traffic sense of ppl in Mumbai is much better ... sorry much much much better than ppl here ... and the reason is that most of the poople in Mumbai are service class and so literate while here in Delhi most of them are business man ... and their kids :P .. equally illetrate

So .... out of the two cities I would give Delhi an upperhand .. there are all sort of ppl here ... panjabi, bihari, haryanavi, south indians ... unlike Mumbai the city is open for everyone ..

bas yaar its too late .. will blog more soon ..... hopefully :)

Reason

2008-04-25T21:03:00.001+05:30

Really nice song by Hoobastank ... my fav... too gud lyrics as well

I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you

I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
I've found out a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You

Who am I ..

2008-02-03T14:19:00.000+05:30

Well saw it on another blog of my fren ..... liked it so posting it

Which Indian Cricket player are you?
	You are Sehwag. Your aggressive nature from the onset is your strength. We appreciate your lofted pull shots, and classy cover-drives. You are touted as the next Sachin of Indian cricket, and there is only one word to define your style - classic.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.in

Which Bollywood Actor are you?
	You are Salman Khan. A class apart from all the other actors, your sense of humor can get you a date anytime. You are always ready to help out your friends, and this is evident both in the Film Industry and your personal life.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.in

Which Disney Hero Are You?
	You are Hercules. You're known to be kind-hearted and strong since birth, but despite your virtuous character you often get mixed up with the wrong people. Be on the lookout for new people in your life and make sure that their intentions are as good as yours. You're impressionable because you're humble, so let your strength shine through once in a while.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

Its a beautiful day

2007-10-18T13:56:00.000+05:30

I woke up at 7:30 and realized i was having terrible headache. Hmmmm......Its a beautiful day ....So instead of going to office i decided to take rest.Took disprine and slept again. When i got up i realized i was still having headache ...hmmm...its a beautiful day ..... anyways i got up to brush my teeth and realized there was no water ......hmmm .........it a beautiful day .. Somehow i could manage to brush my teeth ...and then i realized it was 18th October... there was Ceat cricket rating show in the evening ...i had the invitation ...whole Australian team will be there ....but with headache and without taking bath how can i go ....still i can manage but then i realized my invitation is lying in the office .....so i CAN NOT go ...hmmm....its a beautiful day .... so order food and enjoy ur day at home but then i realized there was zero balance in my mobile ...hmmmm........its a beautiful day .....and now i am trying to upload an image for this post and guess what .... i am not able to upload it ... hmmmm.....it a beautiful day

PS : after a lot of effort i was able to put this pic ... and also i recharged my mobile online and ordered food ... now having it ....... hmmmm...its a beautiful day

Vasai : The bad the worst and the unpredictable

2007-10-08T22:10:00.000+05:30

The first time i came here i thought this is going to be nice town away from the hush hush and crowd of Bombay (or Mumbai whatever makes you happy) . But soon i knew this place is right next to hell. Ofcourse i mean right next to mumbai :) . Having unbroken road for 1 meter would have been a record. The first day i went to office on bike my face was all black . Zillions of auto with their auto driving manners competing with a horde of trucks of different shape and sizes will not let anything pass through the road. Electricity cut of the order of 5 hours are a normal way of life. Though for past few months i havent seen any powercut . During monsoon like the rest of mumbai this place also turned itself to venice. To make it even bad the attitude of people here is just like that of mumbai . They will not care no matter what. And last but not the least ... to make it worst there are no girls here ....or they keep hiding somewhere ..... have been wondering about my fate about scarcity of girls ...first IIT with 18 girls and 500 guys .. to IIM with 12 girls to 180 guys .... i hope its on an improving trend :P .......
PS : I usually attach a pic with my post but there was no good pic of vasai ....so no pic this time

You tube baby

2007-09-08T13:11:00.000+05:30

This particular video made me get tooooooo emotional .......... really nice video .....aaah forgot to tell its a korean video but in case you don't know that language there are subtitles :)

http://youtube.com/watch?v=2Du252ggStw

just one more day to saturday ....

2007-09-07T00:41:00.000+05:30

Office Office and Office ... this week has been pretty hectic Yeah thats my pic in the office ... the only time we get to breath are those last few minute before we leave office ... Typically month end is hectic because all the shipments have to go and month beginning is hectic because all the planning is to be done . What the hell is left in the month ..... Everyday you get 100-150 emails ... i remember the day when i used to wonder why i am not getting emails in my account and if my account is working or not ..... and now every 5 minutes there is a mail ..... with power comes responsibility :) ... tomorrow is going to be even more hectic . Have to go to HO in the bloody local train ..... i dont know if i will be able to board the train this time :P ... 2 hours to HO just to discuss my KPIs !!!! we could have done this on phone ... for god's sake people should start using technology .... its already too late and i should go to sleep now ...... tata tutu ... take care

Who's more unlucky .. me or my luck ..???

2007-08-17T20:26:00.000+05:30

A time comes in everyone's life when he or she (or whatever) thinks of why this is happening to me . But this type of time is frequenting me bloody too often. Every now and then i take wrong decisions , make mistakes. I know i should learn from my mistakes but then no two mistakes are of same type so how does it matter. For past one month i have been struggling while everyone is wondering what the hell is wrong with this guy. He has got everything that one can think of then why is he soooooo sad. Reason !!!! After spending 27 years of my life with friends i realized how hard loneliness can hit you. It had made me sad , gloomy and bald!!!! yeah i lost half of my hair because of tension . Lets see when this loneliness is gonna end

Man eaters of Kerala ...

2007-03-22T00:10:00.000+05:30

Just imagine you are riding a bike on a lonely road .you see not far away there is a 90 degree turn... haaa ..not at all scary untill you notice that from the other side a city bus travelling at 60-70 is coming and takes the turn with you at full speed ....yeah saying that the bus drivers are rash here will be an understatement ..they dont have the manners to drive and they dont give a damn to whatever happens to whatsoever. Again imagine a bus going at 60 and you are also happily driving behind the bus ..the road is empty except for a few people standing on the side of the road waiting for a bus and baaaaaaaang the bus hits the break and comes to a halt ... the driver never gave you a chance to think and only option left is either bang or go off the road .. who cares atleast not the drivers and that is why i said the drivers here are not rash they are manners less. When you are on the road technically there can be teo situations ... either you are infront of the bus or yo are following the bus ..its difficult to decide which one is more dangerous ..the best part is when these buses overtake they never care to see if their is any vehicle coming from opposite direction as if its the moral duty of the other vehicle driver to go off the road... whenever a bus passes by you at full 60 - 70 speed you feel closer to heaven or hell ( whichever yo want to choose) and may be thats why it is known as God's own country .. you are so near to the God !! ..The most interesting part is that behind each of these buses you will find written " Maximum city speedlimit 35km/h.Do not overtake" First part is fine but what the hell is the second part for .Are all the vehicle supposed to follow these buses at 35km/h . No , you dont need to worry because they never drive at that low speed . They will drive faster on a busy road then you can think of driving on an empty road .. No wonder whenever i go to city i surely find one accident ... May God or any powerfull human ( read Mayor or MLA ) teach some manners to these drivers ..

100 ways of how to pass time ...

2007-02-28T23:38:00.002+05:30

exams over ..classes over ... presentations over .... i remember the first presentation at K when we all prepared for it ... and th e last one when everything was inpromptu ...thats the change IIMK has made .... building confidence .... after exhausting myself for two years now i am free to do whatever i want ... i have the luxury of free time .. but now i dont know how to use it ( or waste it ) ... playing all sort of games ... bought a 250 GB hard disk .. downloading whatever movies i can get ... preparing to start the fifth lap of my life ( first one was when i was a kid going to schools .. making frens ..playing arnd with them .. making jokes with them .... second was when i went to IIT KGP .. again making frens etc etc .. third was when i was working in BHEL .. again making frens etc etc ,, and fourth just ended ....) . When i was doing my summers at mumbai i hated that place as it was so crowded .. all u can see is ppl rushing somewhere ........ and now i am going to be a part of that .....well actually not technically as my office is going to be in Vasai ... till now i was building this ladder.. now its time to climb it ......

Deja vu

2007-02-18T01:32:00.000+05:30

The feeling seems familiar .... i rememeber when at Kharagpur we used to count days left in campus but as that day arrived none of us wanted to leave . I overstayed there 2 months !!!!same feeling again .... now that the time has come i dont wanna go .... These two years went like jiffy .... many good memories mixed with a few uneasy moments also... I can still remember very crystal clear the day i arrived and TT caught me at railway station for carrying extra luggage. How can you expect a person from UP to know any such rule. Luckily i got the best room location in campus .... facing girls hostel :) . You can see the status of mess, canteen and any person going to any class from the balcony !!! ...... Wont i feel pain leaving such room !!! ... this place has changed me a lot ... i dont know if i have changed it or not .... It took me 4 years before i could put my hands on drums again and the orgasm lasted just for a few months .... SO FAR SO SOOOOOON :(( .. i am gonna miss this all ..... all my spams .. all my frens ..... and most of all i am gonna miss the person who changed the meaning of friendship for me.

IIM Kozhikode band performing during backwaters

2007-01-15T03:39:00.000+05:30

so after a long gap i am posting again .. was busy partially with acads and partially with culcom work relate to backwaters; our annual management cum cultural fest. And this time it was special for me as i was the part of the firstever music band of IIMK ,,, yeah that goes into the history book of IIMK.. here is one of the song that we performed .. BTW for the people who dont know i am playing drums

Country roads take me home ........

2006-09-30T02:18:00.000+05:30

Though the distance between Kozhikode and Rishikesh is only around 2600 km but seemed like eternity to reach there. The journey was the longest ever. I booked my train tickets from Kozhikode to New Delhi. Since the train starts from ernakulam or some other place south it was full of south Indians mostly keralites. And as expected they were all talking in either tamil or malyalam so I was like a stranger in my own country. As the tradition goes by I checked the reservation chart before boarding for checking how my journey is going to be and was disappointed to know that I will be accompanied by all aged people ( doesn’t matter male or female). One was Mr Kapoor, a supplier from New Delhi. The first words that he uttered to me were “ do you want anything to drink ?” .. and after noticing my facial expression he added “ water or cold drink .. I have all” .. And as expected he opened his bottle of whiskey at night. Though he was cautious enough to hide it whenever some policemen passes by and then he will tell everyone that you should not drink in front if them as you may get caught… as if we cared if he is caught or not. Another one was one old probably retired armyman. Mr Kapoor in a very blatant sense asked him “ don’t you know how to speak in English” and it infuriated the armyman .From then on it was a tense air between them. Night passed by swiftly. There were four kids in the next compartment and they made the train their playfield. Running from one end to another of the bogie. In the other compartment was a couple with a kid. Though the man looked weak but he was carrying himself well. After getting bored for the whole day I went to my friend who was in another bogie. At around 8 pm I came back and was sitting near to my berth reading magazine when I felt some kind of restlessness in the family in that compartment. I could not understand the reason. After sometime I turned back and saw quite a number of people standing in the compartment next to me. The atmosphere was becoming gloomy. I could sense something is wrong. I tried to ask but the only clue I get from Mr Kapoor was that someone was ill in the next compartment. I went to see it was the same man I noticed earlier. After sometime I could hear his wife crying but the small kid was playing a very brave role. There was no good doctor in train it seemed. After another half an hour a good doctor came . He did his check up an uttered those words “ He is no more” …. I felt like crying for that family. We called the TC to know what to be done and he unaware. Train stopped at the next stop that was “Ratnagiri”. The station master their was equally unaware of what is the procedure. The railways doctor came and confirmed and the body was taken out of the train. “Ratnagiri” happened to be just in the middle of “Ernakulam” and “New Delhi”. Only one thought was crossing my mind what will the wife and little kid do at this place where they don’t even know the language of people. Somehow I reached New Delhi. I asked my friend who happened to have worked in New Delhi for quite some time that “Saray Kale Khan” is on which side and went on as he pointed out. After he left I realized I am on the opposite side so went back to the other side. Caught a bus from there to “Inter state bus terminal” . The bus conductor was filling people as if some farmer is stuffing as many sheeps in a truck. Earlier it was better with a lot of private players. But Delhi certainly need a better public transport system. As I reached ISBT two buses were ready to go to Rishikesh with their conductors shouting for “Hardwar- Rishikesh”. One was UP roadways. My previous list of bad experiences with UP roadways prompted me to take a seat in Uttranchal Roadways bus though the former was leaving before the later. The conductor kept on shouting for passengers. The UP roadways bus left. The conductor kept on shouting and the driver also joined. No one boarded the bus for half an hour and it seemed no one from Delhi wanna go to Rishikesh. As the driver started the bus all the clever passengers boarded and soon the bus was filled. And my wait of one hour at ISBT ended. Traffic congestion at New Delhi has reduced considerably now and it didn’t take much time to get out of Delhi. But as soon as we entered Gaziabaad (UP) the appearance of Indian village started to develop in my mind. Roads were made of tar but the dust that was everywhere made me feel as if we are moving on some “kaccha” road. Traffic was moving at the speed of 10Km/hr. After that another industrial area Mohan Nagar and then another Modinagar . It took a long time to reach Meerut – the place from where independence revolution was started in 1857. Driver was trying to cover the delay but there is a limit ti which he can be rash in driving. Finally the destination was coming near. After we crossed Muzaffar nagar the bus was stopped by some people. We came out to see whats happening. Holy cow .. they were a bunch of Kawariyaans ( the disciples of Lord Shiva who take water from Hardwar and serve it to their God in their temple). They were trying to sleep outside some hotel and the owner asked them to go. When they denied he beat them up so they had to leave. And so they were angry. And so they were blocking the road. Wow the holy people……… what a holy job they were doing at 11:30 pm. We tried convincing them but blocking roads and burning vehicle is the most popular way to protest in India. Finally it crossed our limits and we threw their stuff and crossed them. But they ate up half an hour. Finally we reached Roorkee. And a policeman in the most antipathetic way showed the driver some other direction. The driver still tried to push through the blocked road and another infuriated policeman came and started scolding the driver. So without knowing the reason we started moving to a diversion that will take one extra hour. Somehow we managed to reach Hardwar. Now I was the only passenger with them to Rishikesh so they seemed unwilling to proceed. But being a manager I managed to convince the driver and he waited and took some other passenger. Finally I reached my place. The journey was indeed long .

Exams over .....

2006-08-03T00:10:00.000+05:30

Now that exams are over its party time ..... atleast that was what i thought ........ but the very next day a class was schedule at 8 AM .... thats almost a third degree torchure ....but all these tactics fail on me and i missed the class.... tom i have a quiz from that and i dont have any fucking idea what was taught. This week was also busy as usual with a whole lot of meetings ... mostly culcom.... planning to chill out this weekend in my own style ......will play games all night long and go for a ride( if possible) the next day .... anyways AOE bug is back in campus ... for the ignorant lot AOE is age of empires - a strategy game. I started reading " The Goal: and successfully finished 2 pages ......... cant believe i used to finish novels and non fictions in hours....... where is all that enthu gone ..... planning to start guitar classes soon in campus because after last year and this years mail everyone seems to be after me for these classes ..... ooh again for the ignorant llot i dont plan to teach guitar myself ..i dont play guitar i play drums .......planning to call some proffessional .... lets see.... feeling sleepy

The Boat and the Sail

2006-06-26T00:32:00.000+05:30

Once HE heard someone crying
HEY SON !!
WHAT ARE YOU TRYING ??
Cant you see
I am committing suicide
'cause everyone takes me for a ride
i feel hurt
whatever i do i fail
my life is a tragedy
not a fairy tale

IF SUCESS IS A BIRD
THEN FAILURE IS ITS WINGS
IF SUCESS IS A PUPPET
THEN FAILURE IS ITS STRINGS

YOU WONT KNOW WHAT SUCCESS IS IF YOU DONT FAIL
REMEMBER IF SUCCESS IS A BOAT THEN FAILURE IS ITS SAIL

SO LEARN FROM IT
But GOD i always prayed you
never betrayed you
always helped the needy
was never greedy
then why so much pain

OH MY DEAR SON I NEVER THOUGHT
THERE IS A NEED TO MENTION
THAT ITS NOT THE PAIN I AM GIVING YOU
ITS THE DIRECTION

I know what i did this summer !!

2006-06-15T02:57:00.000+05:30

Finally the summer is over for me … finished my summer internship at Mumbai ..the city of opportunities… my project guide gave me excellent as feedback and the comments of the director “ I am impressed by the amount of knowledge you have gained “ … :) leaving Mumbai was as expensive as living there ..and now I am back at campus all alone … with a lot of free time … its 2:50 at night and I am feeling sooooooooooo hungry …but there is no one to give me company to medical circle to have something to eat :( … so I will be sleeping hungry :( and that makes me feeeeeeeel more lonely …

Mumbai Darshan

2006-06-02T13:56:00.000+05:30

Finally i decided to go around Mumbai to see if there is a anything worthwhile in Mumbai. We went to Gateway of India. There is nothing special at Gateway of India and somehow it also lacked the glamour of India gate ( for the confuesd lot Gateway of India is in Mumbai and India gate is in New Delhi). All you can see is peolple and a lot of them. Still i took some pics and few of them i liked so here they are.

Auto to Heaven

2006-05-11T11:40:00.000+05:30

It started as a really bad day. We waited for half an hour for the bus that drops us near to our office. After local people started to move from bus stop we decided it is prudent to get an auto rickshaw rather than waste more time waiting there. But to our bad luck none of the autos wanted to come to the area where our office is as they dont get passengers for return journey. So like others we also started walking. But then right out of heaven this auto came and agreed to take us to our office. It was 9:30 in the morning and our auto was speeding at the widest road in the area. Must have reached a speed of more than 60km/h when its front wheel came off. The auto rickshaw hit the road and bounced as if we were about to take off in the air. The driver was almost flying as he hit the roof of the auto. The auto could have easily toppled ..... but it didnt...... The front bar hit my chin and its still paining. I have to thank God that if it would have hit me just a few cm up with that force it would have been a really bad day for me. It was a miracle that we got saved in the sense that none of us was injured badly. When i got off that auto i could see the Sai Baba temple in front. My beleif in God only increased.
PS : -- my chin is still paining .....aaaaaaaah

You dont know how if feels

2006-04-27T13:08:00.000+05:30

Liked this song so much that couldnt resist to put the lyrics on my blog. Somehow they seem to fit me ....
You Don't Know How It Feels
Tom Petty
Album: Wildflowers

Let me run with you, tonight
I'll take you on, a moonlight ride
There's someone I used to see
But she don't give a damn for me

But let me get to the point, let's roll another joint
And turn the radio loud, I'm too alone to be proud
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels, to be me

People come, people go
Some grow young, some grow cold
I woke up in between
Memory and a dream

So let's get to the point
Let's roll, another joint
Let's head on down the road
There's somewhere I gotta go
You don't know how it feels
You don't know how it feels, to be me

My old man was born to rock
He's still tryin' to beat the clock
Think of me what you will
I've got a little space to fill

You don't know how it feels...
No, you don't know how it feels, to be me

Summers .......

2006-04-12T15:40:00.000+05:30

It took 5 hours to reach kandivali, mumbai from Pune. The journey was not as comfortable as i expected. After getting off hired an autorikshaw for the apartment we have rented. And when i reched there...... it was locked. The gentleman living next door called me in. I didnt have contact number of my friends so from whatever contacts he somehow managed to get me the contact number of one of them but...... he didnt pick the phone. After having tea i left my luggage at their house and went to check out the place. From 6 to 9:30 i kept wandering around. Had my food and called that guy again. This time he was there in the apartment so i rushed to the apartment. That was the great start of my summers at Mumbai. Next day we reached Brislecone office. Its quite diffrent experience working in a service sector company after working in a manufacturing company. Actually its quite interesting the way people work quitely making the least noise and you can hear the cough of the guy sitting at the opposite end of the hall. While at manufacturing company you wont be able to hear yourself coughing. Its pretty tough also to sit at one place and keep working the whole day. However i am trying to adapt myself. I will be working on extended warehouse management system. Quite an interesting and new topic. About Mumbai i am not liking this place. There is too much crowd rushing towards railway station or away from it. Everyone is busy or atleast they pretend to. If i am asked to rate the two cities i will rate Pune higher than mumbai and i really mean it.

HOLA PUNE !!!

2006-03-24T11:57:00.000+05:30

Though this is not my first visit to Pune nevertheless the excitement remains the same. SO here i am in Pune trying to figure out what i am going to do till 9th . Yeah ... will be leaving for Mumbai on 9th. Two months of grinding work again. Yesterday we were going to Hinjewaadi. The roads couldnt have been worst. We escaped the huuuuuuuuuuuuge traffic jam by a few minutes. Pune is surely not geared up to take up this fast pace of development. Anyways this calm and peacefull place is changing. And i am a part of it .... aint I ?? he he ...... will go to E square tonight .....its been months since i saw a movie on big screen ...... ...
Hasta pronto

Achtung Mumbai !!!

2006-03-16T02:18:00.000+05:30

The memories of getting down at the Kozhikode station are still fresh in my mind . Cant believe that time passed so swiftly……… soon my first year at IIM K will be over …. So I am about to be half MBA !!.... and I will be embarking on my short journey to Mumbai. Two months in Mumbai will give me sufficient time to find out the reason why mumbaikars love their city so much. Though staying there is going to be a problem and so will be commuting as I will be in all the probabilities staying at churchgate and have to pass through whole Mumbai to reach my office at Kandivali. No idea how far the two are on the dimensions of time …. Will be finding out myself :)

SO Mumbai …… watch out ……. Here I come …….

PS : Will be going to Pune as well ............ FYI just in case :)

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2006-03-07T03:05:00.000+05:30

Your Love Element Is Fire

In love, you are a true listener and totally present.
For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt.

You attract others with your joy and passion.
Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate.

Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life.
And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal.

You connect best with: Wood

Avoid: Water

You and another Fire element: will likely burn out quickly

What Element Is Your Love?

And i kept talking to myself .........

2006-03-04T02:18:00.000+05:30

Sometimes i talk to myself .......
It doesnt happen everyday .... infact there is no reason for selecting any day for it ... it happens and it just happens
.... i sit in front of my laptop but dont feel like working ,i go to bed but dont feel like sleeping ... lights are off in the corridor . lights are off in my room ... but still something is bothering me . not letting me sleep. Fan is running singing its own song but still i can hear the clock ticking ..... the clock that has been dead since past three days. I turn left i turn right but find myself incapable to search for sleep ... and then i start talking ... talking to myself ..
what have i been doing all through my life . All those clips stored in my mind start to roll . I see myself riding bicycle to school, playing cricket with the wood of class chairs , having food with friends in recess ,staring at girls , following my first crush, throwing stones at streetlight, getting caught for climbing up club roof, going for tution, delivering speech as the principle on teachers day, going to mussorie on trip ... i cant help but smile ... the smile that gets wider and wider as the thoughts come and pass ... thinking of the day when my mom entered the room crying and told my father that i have cleared IIT , the way people reacted , the way friends reacted ... the truth that i leant that none of your friend is happy when you are .. the truth that has put a stop on my smile as i think ..of the day i got a job , the way we celebrated , the new friends that became a part of my life to be lost later .... but thats not what was bothering me ..
every coin has two faces .... as i keep talking to myself all the skeletons start coming out of the closet.. the feelings that you get from your bad experiences ...these are the feelings that have been bleeding my heart, the feelings that i have
to keep to myself till grave ot till i find someone trustworthy enough to share , the feelings that you can not share with your parents or your hi hello friends, the feelings that i can not write here ... the feelings that i dont know if they
actually are a secret ..... but they make me talk. talk to myself ... i feel like a rose , people appreciate its beauty, its color , its smell but they simply ignore the thorns ...sometimes i talk to myself
PS: repeated ???? yeah cause i still am talking to myself ....

Just for a dream ..

2006-02-28T16:48:00.000+05:30

Last night i slept at 6 as usual .... after a long while finally i entered into the dream world ... it was as if my dreams were angry with me. So they were on a look out to take revenge ... On any other day i would have enjoyed dreams because they ensure healthy sleep but yesrterday night they were not in a good mood. In short i had a nightmare. Woke up at around half past eight and ralized that my head was aching like someone has put a bomb inside my head that wants to go kaboom . Didnt have energy to serch for a pill so tried to go back to sleep. Missed all my classes.......... just for a dream
PS : You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?" - GBS

TOM CRUISE at IIM Kozhikode ......

2006-02-16T02:27:00.000+05:30

Someone passed me this link.Go to www.myheritage.com and check out who you look like. Well you can see who i look like .. So anyone wants my autograph .......... :P

Be my Valentine ....

2006-02-10T03:09:00.000+05:30

Valentines day is approaching.... well what are my plans ??? he he ...

nothing ..i am stuck at a place where i have no where to go ..so will spend the day in the campus or most probably will go for go karting .. if i have no classes that day :-(

Well this tag thingy has hit me so bouncing it to others --

Rules of the game are …
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

Sex of the Target : Female

Perfect Lover -

1. She should be honest.
2. She should be demanding.
3. She should like parties,dancing and occasionally drinking.
4. She should understand me ... my nature, temper, habits.
5. She should know how to cook rajma chawal, chole bhature and how to make chaulaai ke laddu
6. She should not be too expected ... should be a little whimsical
7. She should be innocent in her thoughts like a kid.
8. She should have a good educational background so that she also have bargaining power.
9. She should have face like Aishwarya and figure like Sushmita ... just kidding ... i really dont care ...
10. If you have read so far and satisfy these what are you waiting for
....???? You are the lucky one :-))))

Time to chooooose victims ---
not many options i have ... most of my friend dont even care for having a

blog .... but those good souls who have will become my victim

1. Reshmi -- the sweet alien --- huge ambitions big dreams
2. Paro -- kya ada kya jalwe tere paro
3. Rita -- the kiddo ...ching tong mong
4. Priyanka -- crazy about Armaan Ebrahim
5. Riya -- Cute girl -- busy with her studies.

True Friend

2006-01-24T23:28:00.000+05:30

Now when this poetry bug has already hit me this is my second creation and this one is dedicated to my best friend on her b'day

i was blind so i couldnt see
and when got the eyes
it was dark already
thats our life
or atleast it seems to be
with jealousy all around
all you care for is
the one who cares for you
the one who follows you
from your foot prints on sand
the one you may call whatever
for me that is the true friend

the one you can trust
will raise your soul
when you are down
and you have lost your goal
the one whose always there
with the helping hand
and the heart to walk with you
is you true friend

i remember the day
when we shared
our secrets ..the secrets nobody ever cared
to listen to
to get them out of you ..
but like leaves have to leave
the tree to make it free
we sailed our way
to be apart and
a part of moving train
that goes diffrent way
that should have been an end
but those who continue from this
are called true friends

Aa Dekhe Jaraa Kisme kitna hai Dum

2006-01-19T16:57:00.000+05:30

These days i am busy dancing on the beats of the famous Pancham Da's creation " Aa dekhe jaraa" "Jaanu meri jaan " etc. As the management cum cultural fest of the institute is drawing closer one can hear diffrent songs being played on the diffrent corners of the auditorium. Students with drenched Ts can be spotted sweating and dancing. My part is just a few old numbers by R.D.Burman ( Pancha Da). By the way did I tell you Indian Ocean will be performing LIVE on the campus !!! . I still remember when i was in the second year of my Engineering course i heard the song "Kandisa" by some unknown band. Soon that song reached the top of my preference. And in a matter of few days other song of that album clouded me. The name of the band was "Indian Ocean". This will be the first time i will see them performing LIVE. Like people target companies for final placement here i am targetting bands ... Though Parikrama is on the top but Indian Ocean is also in top three . The time will come when i will be playing (Drums) for a band ... cant wait for that time to come

Birthday Bash

2006-01-15T04:27:00.000+05:30

Celebrated my birthday as i wanted it to be . Told no one about it . Only those who wanted to know come to know about it. So who was the first one who wished me ?? it was again my best friend . She was so angry that she was not the first one to wish me on new year but this time she made no mistake and called me 5 min before midnight. Followed by that was my ex gf. I appreciated that she called at the wee hours when it was hard for her. After that was my only friend from any of my old friend circle-Gaurav. Though he should be sleeping at that time but he actually made himself awake to wish me gave me the feeling i wanted to have. And then my brother ... The party was called to be at Taj Hotel. Never thought that i will ever be giving a treat at Taj. We ( me , viru, bhabesh, srini, nainwal and the two kids rita and gomt(h)y ) went at 8 . Though viru and Gomthy were supposed to be back by 10:30 for salsa practice but we made them dance there :-) . Party started with a round of wine as the tradition has become. As we entered i saw the drum set and got a strong urge to play them but ........ didnt. During dinner we saw some fine tricks by the magician there. He put a coin inside a bottle and then took it out right in front of us. Really good trick.We were not able to figure that out. After the dinner at around 12:30 we went to calicut beach. Arab sea has a habit of becoming more bautiful during night. After making everyone aware that we are there by shouting and doing all sort of odd things we called it a day and came back. But then we decided to extend it with some vodka. So we had some in my balcony till only me and nainwal were left. Then we ( me and nainwal) went to DC ( Down circle near E hostel) and shared a couple of fag. And that was the end of the bithday bash.

WANTED : my shadow

2006-01-09T04:06:00.000+05:30

On a blank piece of paper
with pen in my hand
what i can find
is not my shadow
but the memories left behind

what relation i had with her
even i couldnt find
now all that i have
are the memories left behind

those were the days
as the poet says
of blooming flowers and ripening fruits
when we used to walk in the crowd
with hand in hand
knowing but the truth
the word unite itself means
there is separation
but my innocent heart
was just a kid
sharing all, showing all
that it could find
now all that i have
are the memories left behind

she knew me
more than i do
she cared for me
more than i knew
she made even my shadow so jealous
that it left me behind ( it is said that shadow follows you)
look now what do i treasure
are the memories left behind

i died and asked GOD
over a cup of tea
He smiled that turned to laughter
oh BOY cant you see
just put your ears to this world
and you will hear
just one cry
they are shouting , they are yelling
poor THEY .. have just one plea
WHY ME WHY ME !!!

Down with life :-((((

2006-01-06T23:21:00.001+05:30

Since I have returned from Munnar I am in a pretty bad mood …. Suddenly I am bored of my life … not finding interest in doing anything …anything at all .. I woke up today but was in no mood to go to lecture classes and so I missed all the lecture classes in the first half …. Though after a long time I talked to my old friend but that only brought the memories of those good old days making the burden even heavier ….. even I have got bored of playing AOE-3 .. ( can you believe that ) …. I am even bored of writing a post …. So ending here .. hope my boredom will end soon ..
PS:- cheer up .. the worst is yet to come !!!

Mindblowing Munnar

2006-01-04T00:27:00.000+05:30

Last time the warriors were defeated as one of them ( read nainwal) was injured …. But this time we had changed the strategy … instead of going on bikes we hired a cab . Starting before the sunrise ( for me sunrise is at 9 am) we hit the road and played the songs of RHTDM on the way to Munnar. Halting at Thrissur for picking up one of the friend ( Nainwal) and after having lunch we made our way through to Munnar. Soon the roads became narrow as we started to climb the hill . After reaching the city we managed to get a room in one of the hotels. It was already evening and we decided to have a drink and so did we. Munnar was more thrilling than we expected. The numerous waterfalls were very enticing and we decided to dive in one of them. Water was freezing cold . But the experience was really hot . Finally came the new year eve and we decided to celebrate in T&U Hotel. The party started …. The dance floor was empty until one mom and daughter came over to dance. I don’t remember about the mom but the daughter danced really good. After having a few whiskey pegs down our throat we decided to rock the floor . We danced danced and danced …. till only a couple and few others were left. That was the best party I had till now ……..

Six days in a village in Kerala

2005-12-26T14:53:00.000+05:30

I stored my lappy with tons of movies so that I can pass time in the village of Ottapalam where I was supposed to spend 6 days working on a feasibility study of a cancer hospital for an NGO. This place is around 90 Km from Kozhikode where I am staying at present. We ( three of us) decided to carry ourselves with our baggage on three bikes. As planned we woke up early ( that’s the most difficult part for me ) , had our breakfast ( after so looooong I was having breakfast) , packed our baggage and embarked on our journey . We had only reached the parking lot when we found that one of the bikes was punctured …. Well things happen for good ( that’s how we pacified ourselves ) and kick started our journey . The roads started to get worse as we managed to find our way to Ottapalam .. One of the trustee was supposed to wait in his grey santro on the side of the road to signal us where to stop … and as I have previously stated things happen for good.. one of the rider missed that signal .. so it took me 10 minutes of a typical cop- thief chase ( honking horns , waving hands and doing all sort of things) but finally I got hold of him and brought him back. They have arranged for us to stay in the traditional house of one of the trustee. As we entered the house ( I should call it mansion) we could not manage but to say WOW ….. the food was ready and it took us a few minutes to finish it off…. After so long we were having home cooked food ( ghar ka bana khana…. yum yum) . Besides doing the task we were there for , we went to Kalamandalam which was founded in 1927 by the revere poet Vallathol… it’s a dance school .. they were having a fest sort of ..we watched jugalbandi, mohaniyattam etc there. I was amazed to see the enthusiasm that the young people were showing at KM towards the classical art . At evening we used to go to the market and from the standard of the shopping complexes there I concluded that I was wrong .. Ottapalam is not a village .. it’s a town because people don’t drive merc and chevy optra in a village. As we finished the task we were planning to stay there for some more time. But due to some prior commitments we left …..

Movie review

2005-12-16T02:18:00.000+05:30

I am not a movie freak nor do i like writing critiques but this particular movie has that substance that drove me to write something about it. The name of the movie is "Aashique banaya aapne " starring .....doesn't matter. The first half is more logical than the second half and the second half has actually the ability to make you beat your head with your own hands ....The story starts with the concept of a boy (karan) and a girl being a friend .. i mean just a friend .... i again repeat just a friend .... Karan's friend Vicky plays smart and takes tha advantage of the fact that karan is just a friend of her and proposes her ....... their love story starts.... but then the second half starts and things go wierd ...... She catches Vicky in a uncompromising position with chandni another friend. Then Vicky is caught for carrying drugs. He goes to jail , the girl is under shock .. karan proposes her for marriage and they marry...... and then comes the climax ... he he ...... why should i reveal the climax ... ok ok... then comes Vicky with chandni .... and then he tells ( by the way pay attention) the girl that karan has actually asked chandni to do what she was doing .... karan confesses ( while crying ) and takes out his gun and shoots ..... guess who gets hit .... chandni .. something happens and the two ( the girl and Vicky) fall down from what i was thinking was a groung floor. .. karan goes to jail and the girl says sorry to Vicky ( overlooking that he was caught for having drugs and being caught in a uncom... position )...... so the question that remains answered is that what is the moral of the story ..

India Vs Pakistan --- againnnnn

2005-11-29T13:41:00.000+05:30

Venue : Sepang International Circuit
Kualalumpur
Occasion :- A1 Grand Prix
Sprint Race :- A1 team India driver “Armaan Ebrahim” started the race in 15th place on grid. He had a strong start and was able to put up a best lap time of 1 min 57.770 sec. Though he missed out on scoring a point ( firstever) by just one place but he beat Adam Khan of Team Pakistan quite comprehensively despite starting behind him.
Feature Race :- ( Now thats interesting ) Starting from the 11th place he had a good start and moved upto the 7th place into the first corner but he was pushed onto grass by Adam Khan going into turn two. This made him lose 7 positions and was pushed back to 14th place. But Armaan didnt loose his nerve and again putting up fantastic laps caught up with Adam Khan. At this time he was lapping one second faster than Adam Khan and it was just a matter of time before he made his move on Adam Khan. Coming into turn 4 he came right behind Adam Khan when Adam braked much earlier than Armaan's normal braking point and there was a contact. Armaan stamped hard on his brakes locking all the four tyres and hit Adam from behind sending him off the track and managed to keep his car together. But it forced him to go to pit. The team did a quick pit stop ,changed all the four tyres, and the entire front wing and nose cone assembly .After hittingthe track again he was the third fastest car and was about to takeover RSA driver when there was a suspension failure due to the previous injury and the car spinned. He managed to start his car with the help of the marshals but was later black flagged as no external assistance is allowed.
Lets see what comes up in Dubai !!!

S.Manjunath --- Salute to the Martyr

2005-11-26T02:48:00.000+05:30

On 19th the much unknown sales officer of IOCL posted at Lakhimpur Khiri under Bareilly Office was brutally murdered by a few people connected with the retail outlet. He was punished for sealing Mittal Automobile Petrol Pump at Gola, about 50 km away from Lakhimpur district for adulteration of petrol. Needless to say the murder refreshed the memories of murder of Stayendra Dubey - the unfotunate IITian who did the whistle blowing against the corruption on the Golden quadrilateral . Manjunath's death has outraged one and all. In a country like India that ranks 88 in the corruption index Manjunath's heroic act was rewarded by the indiffrent , apathetic treatment by the media. Just search for any insignificant news on google and you will get plenty of pages from diffrent news agency but type Manjunath IOCL and you will see how the news has disappeared ( or cleared) from the electronic media. There are only blogs , threads and articles. Here is a link to an Indian Express Article. According to the latest reports six people were arrested for the murder including Monu Mittal , the owner of the petrol pump. The blog of Gaurav Sabnis touched everyone. Here are some other links -
IOC official seals petrol pump, is killed
Oil crusader gunned down
His friends have started a blog in his memory . Please visit the blog to write a condolence message.
Manjunath has set an example for all of us to follow. He knew the danger with which he was playing but he never turned his back to these challenges. And lets salute him by saying that NEITHER WILL WE .

Oh GOD .. Its you !!!

2005-11-15T13:28:00.000+05:30

Every day when i wake up i join my hands and turm my face towards the rising sun ..... then i have a little conversation with GOD .. i say --- Oh GOD .... this is a beautifull day ... give me peace of mind ... give me love so that i can spread love ... give me more power so that i can help all those needy people .... give me the smile that i can put on other's face ..... give me the courage to pray the things i need to pray... that you GOD will open up my eyes so that i can see the things more clearly ---- then i open my eyes and tell myself ..........
hey till the GOD is busy arranging all those things that i asked for ,lemme take a quick nap .... and DAMNIT thats why i always miss my first lecture class ...

Grow Up !!!

2005-11-08T03:55:00.002+05:30

I did not sleep last night. Not because i was tinkering over something, actually i was playing Heroes 4 . Don't tell me you don't know whats Heroes 4. Ofcourse its a strategy game. I still remember the days when final exams of final year were over at IIT. We (me , shounak and chirantan) used to wake up the whole night playing diffrent strategy games. Sometimes it was AOE ( Oh man its age of empires), sometimes civilisation and most of the times it was Heroes. That does not mean i dont like shooting games. I defeated Xan at the toughest stage. Completed Project IGI in record three days (the same old days at IIT). After waking whole night we used to have breakfast either at cheddis or the dhabba ( shame on me - i forgot the name !!) near to the boundary wall of our hostel. Ahhh and then sleeeeeeeep. Those were the most beutifull days of my life. At BHEL we (me , rituraj and neetu) managed to have a nightout to play "empire earth". And yesterday i was lucky again. I think its time to GROW UP. What do you say ??? ---Yessss.... So stop playing those card games on your comp and start playing heroes. For any assistance i will always be there :-)

Stray thoughts of an intellect ( the BUT I WONDER guy )

2005-11-08T03:55:00.000+05:30

Yesterday we were discussing about how tough is the IAS(UPSC) exam. In general the trend is shifting from preparing for IAS to CAT. What can be the reason. People spend years preparing for the ;exam some of them even touch the interview stage but most of them fail. Coaching institutes are doing assembly line production of IAS aspirants raising their hopes. The syllabus to be prepared is vast or rather i should invent a new word to describe its spread. But i wonder if any of the UPSC ( IAS + IPS + IFS et al ) officers ever use any of this knowledge. For example if you have chosen electrical as one of the subjects after clearing the exam i believe that even iota of that knowledge is not required in future. There is a colossus need to change the syllabus of these exams. Why should one keep on mugging up the names and length of all the rivers in the world or the names of all the viceroy of India if he has to be posted as an IAS officer in (say) Assam.

2005-10-29T22:57:00.000+05:30

From the entrance exams for various colleges to the placement selection procedures at various institutes GD or group discussion has adopted the role of the key player. It is the prime tool to reduce the number of candidates for interviews. But over the years GD has changed its shape. With various coaching institutes giving training on how to succeed in GDs almost everyone knows the crucial points -- like when to start , when to cut through, how to cut through . Anyways that is not why i have put up this post. I beleive GD is not the true instrument to be able to measure any parameter of a deserving candidate. Its popularity has brought it in fashion but its utility has been decreasing. Lets ponder on some of the aspects of GDs:-
1) The intiator is considered to be the leader- speaking first in a GD is not a difficult task for anyone anymore. But in order to get that advantage candidates tend to start early. If the fascilitator has given them 5 mins to think about the topic, candidates tend to start before even the first minute is finished. Thats why intiator if starting well before time is not depicting a leader picture , but infact he is paralysing the group by not giving enough time to think over the topic to himself or to others.
2) The one who cuts through when other is speaking is the winner because he gains double advantage- first he gets the chance to express his views and second he prevented his rival candidate to speak.----- I though GD means group DISCUSSION. In any discussion cutting through is not an appreciable and healthy practice. One can never succeed in his/her career if he/she doesnt have patience to listen to others especially his team members. This very aspect makes the name GD a farce.
3) The more number of times you enter (get the opportunity to speak ) the more are your chances to taste success in a GD.----- If its all about getting into GD as many times as you can it simply shows that its all about pushing your views as forcefully as you can. Are not we looking for team spirit in a GD ??? .Most of the times candidates are too busy trying to get in the GD and they simply don't have time to listen to whats other saying.... forget about discussion.
4)Team work ----- Now you are klling me .... show me a single GD where a single candidate has shown iota of team spirit. Hey its all about getting through for interviews and when your group members are your biggest enemies who wants to show team spirit ???
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