thoughts spilt in leisure...

Invest in the present!!!

2011-01-09T09:15:00.000-08:00

"The 3 A's of awesome" - talk by Neil Pasricha on TED got me to write this today, the talk was great and mentioned in detail how we forget to count the awesome things and that we most often simply overlook them. Neil's talk got me to think how much the day-to-day activities occupy me off-late and prevent me from making the most of the limited time I have here to "LIVE".

There are so many things in this world to be amazed about, to be amused about, to be passionate about, to smile at, to experience, to be learnt, and like Neil says even a lucky 100 years are just not enough. Well now that I have been hit by the talk, I will remember that my most important resource viz., TIME needs to be invested wisely.

Agreeing with Bill Watterson "It's indeed a magical world, lets go exploring!!!"

all but one in this world is "relative"

2010-06-27T11:46:00.000-07:00

unlike the regular weekends that are either too occupied or too boring, this surely was very different. It was neither quick nor too slow, neither too boring nor too exciting, neither too crowded nor just myself, neither too free nor too demanding, (I could go on and on I guess, probably the effect of the weekend). This is the closest my weekend has ever come towards the phrase "The PERFECT weekend". It was a blend of everything in appropriate measures(debatable).

Saturday, was at home with lots of rest, healthy food, a visit to "Klip Point", a visit to the furniture-mart with a friend, a small derive for some bank work and some time on mobile with friends. Ended with some goof-ups on the phone, sending messages to the wrong person. All in all a rejuvenating Saturday.

Sunday started off with lazing on the bed till Mr. Sun would say "boy! get up now, else you may miss the sunset". Followed by a leisurely bath and a heavy lunch at MTR after a nice drive on the quite and empty roads towards WhiteField, the Sunday was just set right. Couple of friends visiting in the evening added the missing element of the Sunday. To finally decorate the cake with the final cherry was the match between Germany and England with 6 (or, I should say 5 officially) goals being scored.

Amazing weekend though I'm not sure if I should ask all my weekends to learn to be like this one. May be not, having a few busy weekends, or a few boring weekends probably makes this weekend look far better, after-all all but one in this world is "relative"

Shumachers of Blore

2008-02-26T09:52:00.000-08:00

Early morning, a car was being parked on one side of a road. There was one person to direct the driver to the right spot on a 50ft wide road in a residential area with no traffic. Though I could not see why 2 ppl were required to park the car, what caught my attension more was the reverse horn of the car... I went like the tunes of a bhajan... Guess in Bangalore, thts required... Only God can save one in this traffic...

Guess all of us become Shumacher on a race track the moment we get into the car. Not to forget the two-wheeers who give the Shumachers of Blore roads a stiff competition. As-if all the chaos was not enough ppl try their artistic mind on the horns. I really dont get which song they are trying to horn-out but what I appreciate is their willigness to practice at it. Sometimes it as though ppl sitting on the horn of their vehicles.

Well being a part of this chaos, Im doing my bit everyday to add to it. Hope things get better, Im considering cycling, but Im not too sure if its prctical in this traffic and for the distance I need to go. Car pooling is the other option. Hope I can do my bit to ease the tension here without simply adding to it.

Im back!!!

2007-12-17T10:21:00.000-08:00

Finally got my net connection... And now can blog from home... Getting the connection was a long wait... It took 3.5 months after appying for the same... Yes this blog is being posted on the 17th day of the 12th month of the year 2007.... It did take 3.5 months to get the connection in this information era...

Not sure what's not keeping up... Only ydy was I in college discussing if the max speed of data transfer can exceed the speed of light... Well how does it matter if processing the information takes 3.5 months... Not sure if its the manufacturing industry thts lagging. I was told the delay was due to unavailability of modems. Why is there a dearth of modems when I want a net connection? Murphy's Law applies again I guess....

Neways moral of the story "Im back!!!"

The Cable Guy...

2007-01-28T04:09:00.000-08:00

We did ride by this place to get a cable connection, or rather to enquire how we could go abt getting a cable connection in our hostel-room. It was me and two other friends of mine... We rode on our cycles searching for the cable guy, I mean the cable office. We did make a few wrong turns but finally managed to get there. Just as I was parking my cycle, I found this tall man standing at the entrance of the cable-office.... Wait!!! whoz this... was it him... yes it was.... "Come-on boy run....", yelled my instincts... "you don't want to be caught at at the cable-office by a prof". ooops it indeed was my prof.... Not that he would have chided or even questioned us. But somehow it just didn't seem the right place to meet a prof.... I turned my cycle only to find the other two friends had already caught speed. I peddled away as fast as possible to catch up with them.... We cycled around till the arena was clear and only then went back..... :)

A new meaning to life...

2005-08-15T14:18:00.000-07:00

A key-chain was something that was of only aesthetic value till the 20th of July 2005. Things changed drastically after this date. Even a key-chain found its exact meaning. From the day I moved out of Home to this rural place, a lot of objects have found their right meanings. Just putting a few here....

1. Key-Chain (Then): :Object with only aesthetic value. Some way to spend a few extra money and make you feel good about it.
Key-Chain (Now): :A very useful tool that helps you to not lose your keys.

2. Surf(Then): :Something that I had nothing to do with but fetch it from the retailer.
Surf(Now): :A very useful colored powder that magically removes the foul smell from my socks. "Surf Excel He naa..."

3. Broom(Then): : An object that I never bothered to handle.
Broom(Now): : Actually removes the mud and dust with just a single sweep (Technology you see)

4. Lunch(Then): : Time for good fun with friends or family. A treat for the tongue.
Lunch(Now): : Time that reminds you –“Man needs food and water to live”. A requirement for the stomach.

5. Cycle(Then): : An immovable object in the Gym to keep you fit. The movable version that’s used only as a first step to two-wheeler.
Cycle(Now): : One of the most strenuous means of transport to take you places only if you have eaten well enough to peddle.

I'll be back soon, wont I?

2005-07-02T20:00:00.000-07:00

15 days to go... I’m already feeling so low... (hey that’s rhyming... :) )

I'll miss my office. I'll miss my outlook. I'll miss my colleagues. I'll miss my sweet home. I'll miss my Bangalore. I'll miss Bangaloreans. I'll miss everybody. I'll miss you (yes reader u).

Boy! People ask me whenz my last day and I say 15th July 2005 trying to sound normal. But deep inside I hope 15th takes a long time to come. I’ve been in Bangalore ever since I’ve seen this world. Bangalore and Bangaloreans are my world. Now I ‘am going to be away for 2 years!!! Away from all those who were mine, my home, my friends. Jesus!! I can’t take this!!! How can I be away for 2 years?? I cannot. I cannot. It seems like a point of no return. Man 2 years is long time

But time will go on I know and in just 1296000 seconds I have to depart. Huh!!! just 1296000 seconds. Mummy!!! I have to leave Blore. Be all on myself. Slog in the world where you have to prove every moment to live the next. Prove your worth. And that too with no shoulders to fall back and cry on when I want to. I’ve never experienced anything this hard to digest. Man life is hard.

It’s a mixed feeling. I know I’m going with purpose and it’s unavoidable. I know it’s not the end of the world and it’s probably a new beginning. But to leave all, all that was yours from day 1 and be relocated to a place surrounded by strangers is definitely not easy. I never knew I was so attached to all of you. I never thought it will ever be painful for me to leave. Its only when you are going to miss something that you realize how much you needed it.

Hey what's going on? I’m not this senti guy who takes life too seriously. Relax... Easy Anoop easy... Come on. Be a Man.

I’m actually trying nowadays to cling on to everything possible. I stay late at office. I play with my dog. I chat a lot with my parents. I’m desperately trying to meet up with friends. I’m still a kid... a kid.. (as one of my friend rightly calls me). I need u guys. I cannot leave.

My only ray of hope is to come back after 2 years. Right back to my sweet home. As one of my friend said "Nothing is going to stop you from coming back." Yes! I will be back into each one of your lives and bump into to you and say "Hi. I’m back." But for now I can only hope to be back.

What say guys " I'll be back soon, wont I?"

PS: I can’t believe I’m blogging such senti stuff. But that’s all that I can think now. May be I should grow up.

To Err Is Human

2005-06-26T21:26:00.000-07:00

I’m not sure I should be making this public. But I guess I will not be able to sleep if I don’t confess. I along with four other friends committed a crime. A sin. A mistake.

Though the idea came up the previous day itself , the plans were finalized only on Sunday afternoon. We decided to hit the target at 4pm. The time-zero for the operation was 5pm. The place was on the outskirts of Bangalore. On reaching there we had to win a big fight to get into the cold room. It was sparsely lit. All set and the mistake was about to happen. We were about to watch “Paheli”. Trust me! This definitely was a mistake. The movie itself was a mistake and watching it was an even more grave mistake.

“Daddy!! What’s happening in the movie?” cried a 6 yr old. It was a loud shout that coincided with a moment of silence in the movie. My friends and I laughed at the back. I guess that was the only time I laughed during the movie. Let alone laughter, the movie did not bring any kind of emotion (except for anger of having watched it … :). I should have rather sat at home and watched the ceiling. ‘Boring’, irksome’, ‘ho-hum’, ‘dull’ are all actually compliments for the movie. English needs stronger adjectives to describe this film. Coming out of the theatre, I told my fellow friend waiting for the next show “ Even if you manage to sell the ticket for half the price, you will still be making profit.” I was a learned man eh! Experience is the best teacher… :)

Its circumstance that drives people into committing mistakes. So was our case. We hadn’t got tickets to “Batman Begins”, “Parineeta”, or “Anniyan”. So we made this mistake of watching “Paheli”. I hope my friends and I are forgiven for this mistake like we have forgiven the makers of this movie. After all “To Err is Human”

The Language of the GODs

2005-06-02T20:37:00.000-07:00

Me attended an interview. An interview for a college admission. There on the other side of the table were the Gods of their subjects sitting to check how minute my knowledge was. There were 3 Gods I guess or errrrrr wait may be, 4. You bet, after such an interview i actually have even forgotten to count. The interview was extremely entertaining, I mean very entertaining for the Gods.

Now as people ask, why did I ever choose to get interviewed by the Gods. I guess the Gods were the ones who called this poor chap (me ofcourse) to the interview. I was ready to accept admission without the interview...:) But they wanted it.

There I was in the cold room, ready to get murdered. The Gods were ready for the kill. It was all about to start. I was sneezing with a bad cold. And the fight began.

The first question "What is your subject of choice? DSP (or) Communication?"
What!!!! I thought there were more subjects in my field of study. Now come on give me more choices.

Me: "Communications"
When on earth did I last study communications? Hmmm… I don’t even remember when!!!!

Then continued a series of questions. My God! all this is Greek! or may be Latin! Not sure what the Gods were talking of. May be its just that they did not start their day well!! Poor Gods! I hope they weren't scolding me. It didn't sound like. A couple of lines here and there were the only things that I understood. Those few sentences were enlightenment for me.

Happy to be out of the room. The interview or rather the fight with the Gods was over. The Gods had defined a new syllabus for me to prepare before I attended the next interview. I left the place with a list of topics to learn.

May be someday I will understand the language of the Gods.

Management classes in Brindavan Express

2005-05-18T06:21:00.000-07:00

It was a sweaty morning in Chennai on 15th May 2005, Sunday. I was coming back after a bad interview at Kanpur. I did not get an air ticket to Mumbai and hence had to skip the Mumbai interview. It had been a week since I had left Bangalore. The heat and the strangeness of northern India made me crave to be back in Bangalore. So from Delhi, once it became clear that I cannot reach Mumbai in time, I was trying to get a ticket to Bangalore. Since no tickets were available I had to make good with a ticket to Chennai. And there I was in Chennai railway station with a general ticket (no reservation) waiting for the Brindavan Express (BE) which would put me back in Bangalore.

Brindavan Express departed from Chennai and I found myself sitting on a seat reserved for somebody else. Soon enough the owner of the seat was there and I had to vacate the seat for him. I found myself standing with another 30 to 35 in the same compartment. I had not slept well the last 2 nights as I was in Airports and railway stations. I could not imagine myself standing for another 5.5 hrs, till I reach Bangalore. I was already tired and definitely could not stand till Bangalore. I had to get a seat.

I had been reading a few books on effective communication and making friends and so on. It was time to put all that in use now. There was one three seater occupied one man and a child. So there definitely was a place for one more. I requested this man(Mr X) for a little place which he offered, though hesitantly. Now he had started cribbing about people traveling without any reservation. Also the moment I get up from there I was sure to lose the place to some other standing person. The only way I could now keep the seat was to get into the good books of Mr. X.

"You can make more friends in two months by being genuinely interested in others than you can in two years by tring to get other people interested in you" --DALE CARNIGE....
Now if I can make good friend with this Mr. X then I’ am on my way. I slowly started talking to him or rather listening to him more than doing the talking.. In-fact it was interesting. Soon we were into good conversation. He was a man staying at Peenya in Bangalore and was now coming back from his native place "Ranchi". He was on ten days leave and had been to Ranchi to bring his wife and children back to Bangalore as the schools were due to re-open. I asked him about various other things, his life style, his work and so on. My interest in him worked. He was now asking me if I was comfortable or needed more space. Also when I got up from the seat to buy some water from the train's pantry, he actually held the place for me till I was back telling others that it was reserved.

That proved -- "You definitely can make more friends by being genuinely interested in them". I guess we should make more friends. I should use this art more often. There definitely is a little hesitancy to talk to a new person. But I think its time I opened up. Its time I got to know more people. Personally its time I put my reading to practical use.

The CLOCK will tick again

2005-04-29T21:26:00.000-07:00

The idea....
It was already Thursday evening and we (My Bro and I) were still trying to decide the destination. The destination we wanted to reach by next morning. My Bro had already done a little research and had a list of places to visit. We found none suitable for a two-day trip. Friday was a holiday and all the working folks of our so called Silicon city were out to either meet up with their near and dear or out to have an adventurous time during this gifted day off. Soon we struck upon the idea of re-discovering our once lively HOUSE. The HOUSE at "Athi".

The travel....
We called up the KSRTC for a couple of tickets to Kannur. Tickets were available only on the 8pm bus. It was a close to impossible to reach the bus stand by 8pm. So we tried a few other private buses. We got negative responses from most of them. Some buses had a single ticket only. Finally we managed to get seats 1 and 2 of a private Travels (Thanks to who ever cancelled their booking). The bus finally started and we were on our way. This was possibly the quickest decision for a trip. Just a little while ago we were trying to decide on the destination and now we were on the bus.

The journey....
The trip to Kannur normally takes around 7 hrs if not less. But our driver today was all set to break the record. He was set out to prove that the trip could easily last for 8 hours or even longer. We sat there watching the other buses, which sped past us. We tried to get some sleep though each time the sleep did not last for long. Meanwhile I do not know what but the person sitting behind my Bro surely did. He was awed by my bros head or hairdo. Not sure if it was the smell of the oil (or the looooook and feeeeel of the hair). He remained glued to the seat in front (occupied by my Bro) throught the journey instead of leaning back comfortably on his pushback seat. (Lucky Bro.... eh!!!! at least there is somebody who appreciates his hairdo:))

Our Arrival....
At around 5:30 am the bus dropped us at Irrity. Irrity in Kannur district comes 42kms before Kannur city. We had to take a rickshaw to "Athi" our final destination. And there before sunrise, we were at Athi. The place, which was our hide out from the city troubles, every holiday, was now very rarely visited. It was more 5 years that we had visited this place and spent quality time here (though I had visited this place once in last 1.5 yrs only to be there for a few hours). The feel of pure air was refreshing. We felt LIFE. We surprised our cousin brother who now stays close to the old HOUSE of ours after calling him up from just outside the house. Attended a few queries on our safe arrival over the phone and soon it was morning.

The day begins....
Beginning our day, in such a pure environment was something in the past. There was freshness brimming from every corner. The air, the water from the well, and greenery all around and even the smell of the mud was refreshing. We had our breakfast of Adam, Purim, and Stew, which was excellently prepared by our Aunt. All this gave us a head start for the day. It was about 10am when we returned after visiting a few of our cousins and relatives around the place. There were a lot of changes, changes to the houses, changes to the people, changes in their commutative modes, their jobs etc. The village was soon catching up with the cities.

The HOUSE....
Soon enough we wanted to visit the old HOUSE of ours, which was one of the main inspirations of this trip. The HOUSE we all lived during our holidays, the HOUSE we ate in, the HOUSE we played in, the HOUSE we spent all our time in. This HOUSE had been synonymous to the place for us, this HOUSE was our ATHI.
With time, and nobody to stay in, this huge HOUSE has been locked for years now. We wanted to open the HOUSE and take a look. A look into the past. There were weeds and other plants growing in the vicinity, and all these blocked most entrances to the HOUSE.

As guided, we got into the old HOUSE through the back door that led to our old kitchen. The very look brought back the old memories of our stay here. The kitchen was a huge rectangular one. All of us used to sit here for food, be it the morning breakfast or the afternoon lunch or the evening Tea or the dinner at night. The different and infact very unique vessels of the kitchen were another asset. My Bro who is elder to me had more vivid pictures of the good old days. We discussed all our experiences here. He told me about our grandfather and grandmother and those times and our interactions with them. I was probably too young then and hence I did not have a clear picture as my brother did. My memories were more towards much the later days. However my bros vivid descriptions did bring a lot of pictures to my mind too. This kitchen no longer looked as before. The Stands where the bottles were kept had fallen off. There were webs all over and a lot of other bugs and insects. We cleared a little way just enough to get in. The roof constructed from Mangalore tiles was broken. With no exceptions all parts of the kitchen had deteriorated.

We ventured further to open the lock of my grandmother's bedroom. It again was in ruins. There were termites all over. The room after a long time received a little light through the window we now opened.

We moved further to the other rooms. All the places were littered with dust, cobwebs,... No door could be opened without the shower of insects that fell from the doors. There still was the clock hanging on the wall. It was not running but the needles showed 1:00 'O Clock. This was gifted by my bro to our grandfather, years ago. There also were a few photographs of my uncles, aunts, brothers,....

We climbed the stairs to the first floor. This room again like others was littered with all kinds of things. There were a few bats flying around. The room also had a deer's horn, which at one time was used for hanging keys etc.

The place was loosing its lustre. The plants in the surrounding did not seem too interested. They also reflected the loneliness of the place. They seemed to have lost their liveliness just like the HOUSE. We clicked a few photographs and went around the place. Locked the HOUSE back and bid good-bye till some one of us next would come and open the place.

The day continues....
We spent the rest of the afternoon lazing around. After the sumptuous lunch we tried to grab a little sleep. I guess the lost sleep during last night's travel was telling on us. The smell of evening tea woke us. Soon after tea we left for our uncle's place. We were back by around six pm. We went around in the bushes, climbed a few hills. Soon it was dark and we settled in the verandah. My Aunt and cousin had finished with their daily chores and gave us company. We talked about a lot of things. Aunt who had traveled in and around India told us her experiences. Then the conversation moved on to our experiences in the old HOUSE. Soon came a list of a few inexplicable experiences (pretty good stuff for the X-files). Experiences of having heard of voices and footsteps that did not physically exist. Not one but many such experiences. Did sound a little scary :). It was time for dinner and soon time to sleep.

The return trip....
We started early to catch one of the first buses to Mysore. Paid a visit to our office campus at Mysore. We just managed to get the evening train to Bangalore. We were at the railway station just in time. Got our tickets and jumped into the train just as it was leaving the platform. There we were on our way back to Bangalore. It was one of the least and fast planned trip. The visit to our old HOUSE had made this trip a very memorable one.

The old house is now in rumbles. Will it ever be back to form? Back to its livliness? Back to how it was? Yes it will! It will soon..... The clock that had stopped at 1:00 'O Clock will tick again....

Enlightenment in the Laboratory...

2005-04-20T19:20:00.000-07:00

It was the 12th Std., and we Science students, around 40 of us entered the Chemistry Laboratory. We were to start with a new set of experiments. The experiments were titled "Titrations". Indeed we were going to do great experiments with great chemicals (though the smell of some of the chemicals made us skip lunch:)). Still we took pride in holding those chemicals with no concern as though to say we were experienced and the smell no longer was a big issue. After all we were the scientists of tomorrow! (Though tomorrow never came).

The experiment: A small amount of basic liquid (non acidic as I understand) was to be added from a burette to a conical flask. The conical flask was to contain acidic liquid (+ indicator). This was to be added slowly with accurate measurements till the acidic liquid turned non-acidic. This point was indicated by the indicator which changes the color of the liquid when it becomes non acidic.

The experiment had begun. Each one of us were emptying the liquid in the burette to the conical flask with utmost care. A friend of mine and I were to do this together. We took turns in emptying the burette. Most others had already begun to get a color change in the liquid and were almost through with the experiment. Generally small amounts of the solution is taken and hence the conical flask is not even half full before we get a color change. My conical flask was already half full with the liquid. But yet there was no color change. My friend and I continued to empty the burette with utmost care. The solution in the burette trickled, drop after drop, drop after drop, into the conical flask. We were to get a color change anytime now, yes anytime now... We continued and continued and continued...

We did with so much care that even a doctor operating a patient would have felt incompetent in front of us. Yes we were going to finish the experiment with good amount of accuracy. But where was the color change! The conical flask was 3/4ths full and still we had no color change! We were still hopeful and continued to empty the burette with even lesser speed now. But soon the burette was empty and the conical flask full but no color change!!!! What happened? Had we struck upon a new theory, which our juniors would have in their textbooks? The conical flask was full. How should we now proceed? May be we should use a bigger conical flask!! This conical flask was not enough for our experiment, was our conclusion.

Soon the problem floated to our instructor who took us through the checklist again. Oops!!!!!!!! Only then did we realize that we had forgotten to add the Indicator solution. The magic liquid, which was supposed to be added to the conical flask prior to the experiment, so that a color change could be noticed. My friend and I were so abashed of the mistake we had made, but we were not to give up! We looked up as though it was a very normal mistake. Even the best minds make mistakes. To err was human. We learn only through our mistakes. Thanks to all those who have invented (scientist's word you see… :)) these dialogues about "MISTAKES". Were repeated the experiment, this time with the indicator added and finally managed to finish it just in time.

Heart can travel faster than light

2005-03-22T18:45:00.000-08:00

It was the 15th March 2005. The day had finally arrived. The clock ticked 9:30 am (or 9:34am to be exact). The IIT Bombay's GATE web page had finally got a textbox saying "Enter your Reg No., to view results of GATE 2005".

It was a long and stressful wait. I had slept off the previous night waiting for it to be 12:00am to check the GATE results. Was a little tired, I guess the tension for the results during the day were telling on me.

It was 4:40 am when Mom woke me up. She had already started her morning prayers. Today was the D-Day. All activities in the house simply kept reminding me "Today is the D-Day, Today is the D-Day". I connected to NET after the bath and prayers at around 5:45 am. Murphy's law wins again. The IISc site was not coming up. The IIT pages that I managed to visit had result links pointing to IIT Mumbai's site(the organizing institute for GATE 2005). And the Mumbai site did not have a trace of the results. I was trying hard to look calm, I guess it was difficult. My heart had been pounding from previous night itself, and it simply refused to settle. Checked again the internet at 6:15am but still no trace of results. Also checked the GATE 2005 brochure to see if I was visiting the correct links.

Soon it was time to leave to office. I tried a little rehearsal to look calm in front of the mirror. Reached office. As a routine, it was breakfast time with friends. Should I eat Idly or Rava idly? Which would be better for my results? It seemed as though anything and everything I do can affect my results. What is right or and what is wrong? Oh! God! I had turned a MANIAC. Managed to swallow the breakfast somehow. Believe me, I found it immensely difficult to look, eat or talk normal.

Was in my cubicle at by 8:20 am. Only a couple of lights were on. Checked the net. Still no trace of results. Thought will start work but simply couldn't. Finally at around 9:30 am the IITB page had the results. Entered the reg no., and clicked on submit button. An there my future was being loaded........... It kept on loading... and loading..... and loading....., only to find a blank page. No! Had I not cleared? There should have been a message at least, if I had not cleared, not a blank page! My heart was racing. I'm sure had it traveled with the same speed in translational motion, light would have been no competition. I went back and clicked on Submit again. And there, finally there, my results. I had qualified and qualified pretty well. Thanked all my Gods and Godesses, called home, bros, friends and all those who were equally eager to hear from me.

This was followed by some heart warming congratulations. And now here I am again getting anxious now about the admissions. Just praying to get into one of the IITs(ideally IISc). Well I realized the heart can travel faster than light, but my doctors don’t agree… :)

A fly for Rs. 849

2005-03-11T20:05:00.000-08:00

Yippeeeeeee!!!! Its the weekend again. No palns for office..... Just gearing up for stuff.... Looking back, this week wasn't all that bad.

Actually profesionally did just as any other week... Need to better next week....
Socially improved on friendships with two people.... Need to better on the numbers next week....
At home did not do anything new... Need to better next week....

That leaves a lot of scope for improvement in next week eh.... :)

Actually the best day of the week ::::: The Birthdays..... 8th and 9th of March..... 8th my bros and 9th mine. Was busy wishing and partying both days from dawn to dusk though not after that as I had to make it early to office the next days....

The 9th of March was a very happening and expensive day. I had to buy a fly for Rs. 849. Yes, Eight Hundred and Forty Nine rupees!!!!!
You know what, that morning I reached office and soon enough I had a wardrobe malfunction (as the celebs call it... :)). At around 9:45 am in the morning my dearest Van-Heusen trousers lost its fly.... Boo Hoo! I had to buy a new pair of trousers from the Indigo-nation stores, only for its fly.... Rs.849 for a fly!
However, as though to prove "Not only, all that starts well ends well!” the rest of the day was spent in birthday parties, coffees, cakes, ice creams... Sure enough I had a ball the rest of the day.... with my Indigo nation for company... My poor Van-Heusen... Probably it was his way of getting away from the Birthday kicks, which my new Indigo nation had to bear... and it did without complaints....

So did this week go as the lady in the TOI had predicted for me....
Well who cares now.... therez only time to plan for the next two days( and also check in TOI how my next weekk will be.. :))

I will meet THE STAR…

2005-03-07T19:16:00.000-08:00

sob... sob... sob.... So went the movie that I happened to see this Sunday. This is a malayalam movie titled "Achhuvinte Amma". As my bro says "Very unnatural for the director Sathyan Anthikad to make the audience go 'Sob.. Sob..' rather than 'Ha.. Ha.. Ha..' ". Sathyan(director) is forgiven( and so am I for having watched the movie :)) as it definitely was not a waste of 3 hours.

The better part of the movie is that its screen play is by my bros classmate, which I guess or am hoping will open up opportunities of me meeting the stars( or should I say star) of the movie(you know who that is.)

Well, a weekend well spent.... and well ended with the beginning of a new opportunity.....

All in days work....

2005-03-04T19:17:00.000-08:00

The title has been borrowed, the same way that I now borrow code. This art of borrowing code is something that I have learnt over the past two years. Gone are those days I guess when I was required or rather preferred writing code which I could label "Copy rights reserved". Infact this is one of the few skills I have learnt after college...

I pity myself who lives with very little vocabulary. The vocabulary limited by the compilers of my( or others) code. Putting the words in machine understandable is all that I can do now.

Hey! That, I know was a bad beginnig. Well! I guess I should come out of the limited world and give my monotonous thinking a break. A break from thinking only in terms of ifs and thens. I guess I should start reaching out. This I guess is one such attempt. Thanks to my friend who introduced me here. I know I am already late but I guess atleast " BETTER LATE THAN NEVER". Hope to get rolling from now on..... and say "NOT ALL is in days work"....