PraveenGR

2011-07-13T22:07:00.000-07:00

Out of words.... no sense of humiliation....no sorrow... no anger.... no apathy.....just a sense of numbness..... a very "uncomfortable and disturbing" sense of numbness....!!!

Another bomb blast in Mumbai...another set of 21 precious lives lost.... another lot paying the price of being a human....another set of dreams washed away in blood......another pile of promises..... just another day in our lives !

What can we do... what the bloody fuck can we do !

2010-12-01T22:21:00.000-08:00

Pee looon tere neeley neeley nainon se shabnam.... !!! huh.... mesmerizing... !!!

2010-11-26T00:23:00.001-08:00

26/11.... can't get over with it !! Feel ashamed that I totally forgot about it and it didnt even strike me once that the day was relevant and that there is still an unhealed wound within us !!! salute the Armed Forces Personels, the NSG Commandos, the Police Force and the Martyrs who laid down their lives on this fateful day.

Why blame the system, and others when the problem lies within me... !!!

2010-11-21T23:12:00.000-08:00

I think its the air in Gujarat.... every body has business ideas... !!! Met this kid in the train... while everybody was sleep, he was dead bored and his dad gave him news papers to play with and this is what the kid does...

2010-09-22T08:52:00.000-07:00

After a long time I could feel the corner of my right eye getting wet, i thought it was due to excessive staring at the monitor, but it wasn't ....!!! I had just finished reading my friend's blog about his first stint at long distance running..... and...

Good going mate... God bless !!!

Talk to her... !!!

2010-03-23T23:20:00.000-07:00

Lesson number one, all the beautiful nymphets in world tend to understand only one form of communication -> SPEECH. You might be the ultimate man, the mean machine, the rock star, the cool dude, or the striking macho man with killer looks….. what use if you cannot talk to a girl…. !!! Talk…. here is translated sensible and sensitive talk… and not your regular bullshit…. !!!

It took me exactly 2 years 9 months and 24 days and a marriage, to realize that the best way to woo your girl is to talk to her… again no bullshitting… just plain, simple, straight, sensible, and sensitive TALK. You don’t need to be intelligent or smart to do this; all I am saying is get out of your Nothing Box, to hell with your ego and macho ideologies and instead use your seldom used common sense and T.A.L.K.

Sample:

Sometime in 2007

Me and my colleague (Now my WIFE), to whom I had just started talking attend a team event in office. We are just getting ourselves acquainted with each other, and when the dinner is announced, I bump into my colleagues from the other team and they drag me to the dinner counter. She stands there at the same place where I left her just staring at me. Now my mind says, you were with her all this time, please at least extend the basic courtesy of inviting her to join you or the least tell her a courteous bye. But my brain says, “boss, seems she is interested in you, WOOOOO her by meeting people and acting cool and, she herself would come to you.”

She gives me a pitiful look, that’s what I would call it, because there was no anger or frustration, it was just plain sympathy and she walks away with another of her colleagues for dinner.

(Bingggggg….the Nothing Box in my brain pops up and I go into deep thinking what was wrong with my wooing…!!! )

2. Sometime later in 2007

Me and my girlfriend (Now my WIFE), to whom I had started talking more these days, were sitting in the old HAL airport (the place holds immense importance) in Bangalore and were engrossed in our regular energized animated conversation…. Okay… to be precise…. I was trying to WOOOOOO her by narrating and enacting my college days… !!! Come on guys, I am damn sure any guy who studied in an engineering college would have enough and more stories to narrate and enact throughout his life time… trust me….!!!

These conversations (!!) continued for 3 to 4 months and she asks me one day “Praveen, glad that you had so much fun in your college days, but tell me what do you think of us, what our relationship means to you, and from here where do you think we are heading … kuch toh bolo yaar… !!!

Believe me, my mind went absolutely blank… blank matlab….. not even a dot in it… !!! And even at that instance I couldn’t think about even a single thing she asked ….. all I could think about was what went wrong with my WOOOOO ing, where did I go wrong, did I tell her any uncensored edition, or did I miss anything in the narrative….. God damn it….why isn’t she getting damn WOOOOOed….. !!!

We had sat there for 5 to 6 long minutes and she is still waiting for me talk, and all I could give her was my macho, sexy, cute, killer blank looks…!!! She says “kuch toh bolo” and me (still immersed in my deep thoughts) “kya bolun”…. And she “agar kuch bhi nahin bolna to chalo niklo ghar chaltein hain” and I dutifully drop her back home…. !!!

(Bingggggg….the Nothing Box in my brain pops up AGAIN and I go into deep thinking what was wrong with my wooing…!!! )

3. Yesterday (23-03-2010)

After a series of such above mentioned incidents, my wife (Now my WIFE J !!!) enters the house around 7 in the evening. And there she sees me lying as usual in my bean bag, with the snacks “dabba” in my lap, remote control on my stomach and worse watching the Hindi movie “Ghayal – The Killer Man” which incidentally turns out to be the dubbed version of the super hit Tamil movie “Sullan” staring Dhanusssss….. !!!

She looks at me, and then looks at the TV and then throws me a very angry look and walks past… !!! I think the movie is infuriating her and I change the channel to Sun Music, which obviously is playing one of my fav track… !!! But later she tells me that the reason for her fury is not the movie but it was because, when she rang the bell, I hadn’t even cared to get up and open the door in spite of me sitting right in the living room… !!! But my funda was simple, since she has got the keys, she can anyways come in without me straining to get up and open the door… !!!

Now my “idea mani” brain says “boss get back to basics, woo her and she will be fine… “ !!! So what I do is, I sing all the romantic hits (Hindi and Tamil) sitting at the same place, in the same bean bag, and with the same snacks, but with the TV in mute… !!!

She comes to me and tells me “Praveen, what do you think you are doing ? Please yaar gala mat phado and please chidao mat” and I tell her “Hey, chill yaar, I was just trying to WOOO you”. Did I just trigger a fission process..... I think I did.....Now she comes to me and tells me in a cold, stern, loud, and clear voice “ Praveen, did you realize that for the last 1 and a half hours you haven’t moved an inch….. for that matter you haven’t even changed your posture, you sit here singing all the crappy songs, which seem romantic only to YOU, don’t even bother to come and ask me what the matter was and you tell me that you are trying to WOOO me….. ??? To WOOO me all you need to have done is to have talked to me in simple, straight, sensible, and sensitive language….. Am I understood….!!!

And my stand is : If you want it that way, YOU should communicate that to me.

Had you told me this before, I would have been a rock star husband by now…. But no problem….. at least now you told me…. Don’t worry better late than never…. Things would be under control from now on….. I AM IN CHARGE NOW….. but hey remember…. Please girls…. Learn to communicate how you want things to be…. J !!!

Summary: Some smitten tigers never change…. J !!!

Na..na..na...naaaaaa...... !!!

2010-01-13T04:30:00.000-08:00

Saari umar hum
Mar mar ke jee liye
Ek pal to ab humein jeene do
Jeene do

Give me some sunshine
Give me some rain
Give me another chance
I wanna grow up once again

Kandhon ko kitabon
Ke bojh ne jhukaya
Rishvat dena to khud
Papa ne sikhaya
99% marks laaoge to ghadi, varna chhadi

Likh likh kar pada hatheli par
Alpha, beta, gamma ka chaala
Concentrated H2SO4 ne poora
Poora bachpan jalaa daala

Bachpan to gaya
Jawani bhi gayi
Ek pal to ab humein
Jeene do jeene do

Give me some sunshine
Give me some rain
Give me another chance
I wanna grow up once again

Getting a li'l philosophical... !!!

2009-11-16T03:03:00.000-08:00

Was driving down to office today morning, and as usual crossed the St.Antony's church near Cambridge Layout. Whenever I cross the Kebi in front of the church, generally its usual for me to put a cross and say a li'l "thank you" prayer. Today I saw a very old man standing on the foot of the Kebi and praying. So as I was crossing the Kebi, I put a cross and lookin at the old man, I didnt say my regular prayer, but I said a prayer for him.... I dont know..... but I'msure it was not out of sympathy but it came spontaneously. Though not a big deal, but I could feel this gush of happiness inside me.... the happiness to do something or gesture for some one. I don't know that old man, I have know idea who he is, I am absolutely clueless about his life, he is not related to me...but still I was very happy... !!! Infact, I had not spent a single pie on him, I didnt share a single second of my time to know what he was going through...all I said was a li'l prayer for him to keep him happy...... trust me I did feel good.. and happy..... !!!

May be this is not worth writing, but I realized today that we are so engrossed and busy with our own lives that we fail to understand what our fellow beings go through and what they suffer... !!! Infact I accept that I am one of those guys with the same qualities; engrossed, busy, and selfish... !!! But what are we going to lose with a just a gesture or good thought for someone..... leave alone generosity, charity or selflessness, but how much does it really cost just to share a sweet gesture, say a li'l prayer, give a smile, say a 'hi', wish some one a good day...... !!! How much does it actually cost to show a li'l sensitivity towards your fellow being..... !!!

Basically I am a happy guy.... today I am just happier... :-) !!!

Diary of a Young Wife... !!! (Hilarious.... !!!)

2009-09-02T02:51:00.000-07:00

Monday:
Now home from honeymoon and settled in our new home.It's fun to cook for Tim. Today I made an angel food cake and the recipe said, "beat 12 eggs separately." Well, I didn't have enough bowls to do that, so I had to borrow 12 bowls to beat the eggs in. The cake turned out fine though.

Tuesday:
We wanted a fruit salad for supper. The recipe said, "serve without dressing." So I didn't dress. But Tim happened to bring a friend home for supper that night. They both looked so startled when I served them, I think it was the salad.

Wednesday:
I decided to serve rice and found a recipe which said, "wash thoroughly before steaming the rice." So I heated some water and took a bath before steaming the rice. Sounded kinda silly in the middle of the day. I can't say it improved the rice anyhow.

Thursday:
Today Tim asked for salad again. I tried a new recipe.It said, prepare ingredients,then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving." I hunted all over the place for a garden and when I got one, I tossed my salad into the bed of lettuce and stood over there for over one hour so the dog would not take it. Tim came over and asked if I felt all right.I wonder why? He must be stressed at work, I'll try to be supportive.

Friday:
Today I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said, "put all ingredients in a bowl and beat it." Beat it I did,to my mum's place. There must have been something wrong with the recipe, because when I came back home again, it looked the same as when I left it.

Saturday:
Tim went shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday. I'm sure I don't know how hens dress for Sunday. I never noticed back on the farm, but I found an old doll dress and it's little cute shoes. I thought the hen looked really cute. When Tim saw it, he started counting to ten. Either he was reallystressed because of his work, or he wanted the chicken to dance.When I asked him what was wrong he started crying and shouting out "why me? why me ?"

Hmmm....It must be his job.... !!!

Never Argue With a Woman... !!!

2009-09-02T02:50:00.001-07:00

One morning the husband returns after several hours of fishing and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and reads her book. Along comes a Game Warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and says, "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?""Reading a book," she replies, (thinking, "Isn't that obvious?"). "You're in a Restricted Fishing Area," he informs her. "I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing. I'm reading.""Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up.""If you do that, I'll have to charge you with sexual assault," says the woman."But I haven't even touched you," says the game warden."That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment.""Have a nice day ma'am," and he left.

MORAL: Never argue with a woman who reads. It's likely she can also think.

Gyaan... !!!

2009-09-01T05:53:00.000-07:00

Lesson 1
A crow was sitting on a tree, doing nothing all day. A small rabbit saw the crow, and asked him, "Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day long?" The crow answered: "Sure, why not." So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the crow, and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate him.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

Lesson 2
A turkey was chatting with a bull. "I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree," sighed the turkey, "but I haven't got the energy. "Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied the bull." They're packed with nutrients." The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fortnight, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.

Lesson 3
When the body was first made, all the parts wanted to be Boss. The brain said, "I should be Boss because I control the whole body's responses and functions." The feet said, " We should be Boss as we carry the brain about and get him to where he wants to go." The hands said, "We should be the Boss because we do all the work and earn all the money." And so it went on and on with the heart, the lungs and the eyes until finally the asshole spoke up. All the parts laughed at the idea of the asshole being the Boss. So the asshole went on strike, blocked itself up and refused to work. Within a short time the eyes became crossed, the hands clenched, the feet witched, the heart and lungs began to panic and the brain fevered. Eventually they all decided that the asshole should be the Boss, so the motion was passed. All the other parts did all the work while the Boss just sat and passed out the shit!

Moral of the story: You don't need brains to be a Boss - any asshole will do.

Lesson 4
A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold; the bird froze and fell to the ground in a large field. While it was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on it. As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, it began to realize how warm it was. The dung was actually thawing him out! He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him!

Moral of the story:
1) Not everyone who drops shit on you is your enemy.
2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
3) And when you're in deep shit, keep your mouth shut!

Lesson 5
A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs. When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbor.
Before she says a word, Bob says, "I'll give you $800 to drop that towel."After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob.
After a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.
The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs. When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, "Who was that?" "It was Bob the next door neighbor," she replies.
"Great!" the husband says, "did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?"

Moral of the story:If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.

Lesson 6
A priest offered a Nun a lift. She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg. The priest nearly had an accident. After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.
The nun said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.The nun once again said, "Father, remember Psalm 129?"The priest apologized "Sorry sister but the flesh is weak."Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way. On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, "Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory."

Moral of the story:If you are not well informed in your job, opportunities for advancement will pass right by you.

Lesson 7
A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, "I'll give each of you just one wish."
"Me first! Me first!" says the admin clerk. "I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world." Puff! She's gone."Me next! Me next!" says the sales rep. "I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life." Puff! He's gone."OK, you're up," the Genie says to the manager.The manager says, "I want those two back in the office after lunch."

Moral of the story:Always let your boss have the first say.

2009-06-08T05:11:00.000-07:00

Heh heh heh...... What time is it ? :-) !!!............. Bad time....... very bad time..... :-) !!!

Happy Anniversary... !!!

2009-05-28T05:50:00.000-07:00

Its been a year...hmm…wow...!!! Time flew....but we chose to take a lovely stroll….. collecting each and every moment we had spent with each other and trying to hold on to them as our mementos….!!!

Thanks again Namrata for the person you are and for coming into my life ... !!!
Just an ode, but couldn’t help quoting these wonderful lines from “Iruvar” (Vairamuthu is a true genius... !!!):

Unnodu naan irundha ovvoru mani thuliyum

marana padukkaiyilum marakkaadhu kanmaniyae

thonnooru nimidangal thottanaitha kaalam dhaan

ennooru aandugalaai idhayathil kalangudhadi

paarvaiyilae sila nimidam

bhayathodu sila nimidam

katti anaithabadi kanneeril sila nimidam...

Just another cribb session... !!!

2009-05-12T02:41:00.000-07:00

These days a group of us school friends are trying to co-ordinate our school re-union... and right now me feels like we are the only "khekda"ones interested to meet our buddies.... !!! On a frank note sometimes i just feel bad to have shared my school days with these set of poop headed @$$ holes who dont even bother to ack the existence of their old friends.... !!! Abhey aise kya zindagi mein tum logon ne ukhaad liye ke do minute nahin milta hai apne doston ko ek mail bhejne mein.... !!! I'm not claiming that you have to be overwhelmed or awestruck to meet your old friends.... all I'm saying is that you can atleast acknowledge..... just say a simple "Hi".... it doesn't take much of your "productive f@#&ing" time.... and not that people who do this are jobless here.....!!!

Some of the replies we the organizing group received while inviting people for the re-union:

1. This is impossible. I donno how you thought about it, its just impossible to meet people after school. We have things to look after, nobody can find time. The whole idea won't work. (Trust me, this is the very first feed back I get.)

2. I don't know.... but may be I won't be able to...... mmmm.... I dont think I can, in this busy schedule.... !!! I am sure nobody would be agreeing with this idea, as well.... !!!

3. Had you been conducting the event in school I would have tried to come, or atleast if you have plans to conduct it in my hometown, then I could have committed by 50%... !!!

4. I have no time to look into these kind of junk group mails. (F@&#*ng B*#ch... !!! )

But on a positive note, I am happy to have shared my school days with this set of friends with whom I had very little rapport in school, but after these long years the one point at which we have converged and got together is " the urge meet our long lost buddies".... !!! Love you guys..... keep up the spirit.... !!!

Chennai Rocks... !!!

2009-05-12T02:38:00.000-07:00

Chennai Super Kings rock.... I'm sure they'll make us proud..... IPL belongs to CSK... hic....hic... !!!

Got as a fwd... !!!

2009-03-10T01:42:00.000-07:00

40 Things You Wish You Could Say At Work

I can see your point, but I still think you’re full of shit.
I don’t know what your problem is, but I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce.
How about never? Is never good for you?
I see you’ve set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.
I’m really easy to get along with once you people learn to see it my way.
I’ll try being nicer if you’ll try being smarter.
I’m out of my mind, but feel free to leave a message.
I don’t work here. I’m a consultant.
It sounds like English, but I can’t understand a damn word you’re saying.
Ahhh…I see the screw-up fairy has visited us again.
I like you. You remind me of myself when I was young and stupid.
You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.
I have plenty of talent and vision; I just don’t give a damn.
I’m already visualizing the duct tape over your mouth.
I will always cherish the initial misconceptions I had about you.
Thank you. We’re all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.
The fact that no one understands you doesn’t mean you’re an artist.
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?
I’m not being rude. You’re just insignificant.
It’s a thankless job, but I’ve got a lot of Karma to burn off.
Yes, in fact I AM an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.
And your crybaby whiny-assed opinion would be….?
Do I look like a people person?
This isn’t an office. It’s Hell with fluorescent lighting.
I started out with nothing and still have most of it left.
Sarcasm is just one more service we offer.
If I throw a stick, will you leave?
Errors have been made. Others will be blamed.
Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.
I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.
A cubicle is just a padded cell without a door.
Can I trade this job for what’s behind door #1?
Too many freaks, not enough circuses.
Nice perfume. Must you marinate in it?
Chaos, panic, & disorder - my work here is done.
How do I set a laser printer to stun?
I thought I wanted a career; turns out I just wanted a salary.
Who lit the fuse on your tampon?
Oh I get it…like humor…but different.

Ahemmm....ahemmmmm..... God bless.....:-) !!!

2009-03-04T22:37:00.000-08:00

The tamil movie Polladhavan is being remade in Kannada, wanna know more about the "Name" and other info, please visit:

http://entertainment.oneindia.in/kannada/
top-stories/2009/polladhavan-punda-yogish-190109.html

"D" Effect... !!!

2009-02-19T03:26:00.000-08:00

My Current habitué:

Dev D Songs - The movie feels like a tight slap on your face with a shot of absolut vodka mixed with a dash of lime and a sugar coated french kiss... !!! ( may be..... thats 'Dev D' effect') and........ ALL the songs just rrrrrrrockkkkkk.... !!! Esp Nayan Tarse, Saali Khushi, Hikknaal and the effervescent emosanal atyaachar....!!!

Dilli 6 Songs - I donno, I dont feel anything about the songs...... they have the usual qualities of the songs from AR REHMAN stable.... soulful, heterogeneous and classy.... !!! Okay..... Its just that I like these songs.... they are peppy and I feel happy listening to them... !!!

Jai Ho... !!!

2009-02-10T21:51:00.000-08:00

Ghajini...!!!

2008-12-30T22:46:00.001-08:00

Our country bleeds, what CAN we do... !!!

2008-12-03T21:07:00.000-08:00

What can you do...yeah....what CAN you do.....your country burns right in front of you eyes, you brothers and sisters are killed in cold blood in broad daylight... the hopes of people who hoped against hopes for the return of their kith and kin are shattered.
And yeah...the people who died are no way related to me, I have never met them, probably I had nothing to do with them, but still deep inside there is a feeling which says "those are your brothers..."!!!

Our country bleeds.... but still what CAN we do... what the bloody fuck can we do... !!! We have been hit with umpteen calamities umpteen number of times, but whats the lesson learnt.... NOTHING... !!! Have you ever thought why didnt the terrorists strike US for the second time, why not the Britain for the second time or atleast Israel for that matter... !!! Why is that in all these terrorist strikes not even a single politician is killed.....and why is that the common man is targeted every time....!!! Sadly the so called responsible citizens to whom we have given the responsibility to guard the sovereignty of our nation are a just a filthy set of ugly MFs who wouldn't even hesitate to strike a deal for their own mothers.

We cribb, we cry, we agitate, we revolt, we criticize, we scrutinize, we give full blown ideas,
we need revolution, we long for a change, we send motivational forwards, we are patriotic( we stand up everytime the national anthem is played in the theatre... !!!) , we pay taxes and not to mention we blog as well.... !!! But why the fuck can't we VOTE.... VOTE goddamn it... VOTE...... choose your leader, excersise you bloody right...then cribb and complain... !!!

Till the time we dont choose what we want, we don't get what we want...!!! Atleast thats what we can do.... atleast thats what we should do.... !!!

My heart fills with gratitude and respect for my brothers of the Armed Forces, who time and again prove that they are the pillars on whom the honor of our nation rests... !!! We salute the Armed Forces Personels, the NSG Commandos, the Police Force and the Martyrs who laid down their lives in the operation...!!! Jai Hind...!!!

Bishkyaaonnnnnn....!!!

2008-10-13T00:03:00.000-07:00

Wow...birthdays are a time to rejoice. More than the party, booze, beer and amidst all the cheers , i feel its the time when the child inside you is touched or at least the child inside me is touched. Thanks to amma, appa and namru for making me realize the child within me.... !!! Love you all... !!! and Happy B'day dude.... !!!

Corporate Conversations

2008-10-01T05:22:00.000-07:00

This happened a couple of years back. The time when we were just cub software engineers in this vast software jungle...huh...... not that now we have become lions.... !!! It was the time when we were scared about the managers, the time when a single mail from the manager would make us go berserk and slog day and night.... !!! The time when managers were corporate GODs for us. This happened with our protagonist Mr.Techno Venkat. This is the mail conversation between our protagonist and his manager, a day before the release

Manager's Mail: Venkat, the" xxxx" module that you had claimed to be completed coding and successful, the SHIT doesn't work. blah..blah...blah...bish...bish...bish...bishkyaooonnn... bishkyaooonnn... dhidum... dhidum.... dumeeel !!!! ( Yeah, same blood...uh...!!!)

(At that time had I received a mail from my manager with that tone, I would have literally pissed in my pants)

Our protagonists reply: Okay, Fine. (Perrrrrriod)

Whoa....I mean wow... that was an apt reply which would make any manager go MAD, FURIOUS, DISASTROUS or even CARNIVOROUS.... !!! But truly, the reply wasn't meant to be in that cold arrogant tone, it was just that our poor Techno Venkat didnt know what to reply, so he just said "Okay fine". Of course I don't know what happened the next day, but I would have really loved to see the manager's reaction... !!!

Meeting @ Vanishing Point

2008-09-23T03:14:00.000-07:00

This was first message I got on Monday 22nd Sept'08, the day I joined Juniper Networks. And know what 'Vanishing Point' refers to one of the meeting rooms there...!!! whoa....this stuff rocks man.... they have named all the meeting rooms and cubicles based on movie names ...!!! Hah... feels good to be in a place where people respect you as a professional, where there are no bossy tantrums, no instinctive hasty meetings and most of all I don't have to face some of my previous colleagues and bosses who presumed that they ruled their employees... !!! Yeah this place is professional.... no its not the first day impressed employee speaking....I mean..... yeah..... may be becoz previously I had worked in a such a setup, I might just talk like one.... but this place is truly professional... I mean its just cool... !!! Seems like I have just landed in a job where I can project myself as a software professional.... !!! Oh my god its so nice to get a whole cubicle, all for your own... I mean you can rule' your' space...!!! You know how nice its a feeling to get a comfy chair for which you don't have to hunt around every morning, the A/C works, the restrooms are clean and you dont have to stand in queue, I get my own safe parking space where no body tampers with my babe(translated bike), breaks my indicator or writes his girlfriend's name on my petrol tank...... its really nice to be in a place where people are sensitive, sensible and professional.... whoa atlast I reached a place where I deserved to be in.

May be.... life is a full circle....!!! Had I straight away come from Huawei to Juniper, I might have taken this kind of life to be granted, but working in one such setup and then coming here was something to reckon with and realize that nothing is taken for granted...!!!

All the best macha...!!!

2008-09-07T23:28:00.000-07:00

Indian movies have finally come of age..... at last after a long hiatus, I got a feeling of paisa vasool after watching Rock On and A Wednesday..... !!! I would say "A Wednesday" is an intelligent movie where as "Rock On" is a movie about your true passion....!!! Both these movies strike the right chord, coz probably this is the first time any bollywood director attempted to make movies that deal with two of the niche and untouched subjects: passion and intelligence.... !!! Yeah.....its an intended pun, coz probably I feel majority of directors in bollywood lack the two essentials of film making , passion and intelligence... !!! WTF.... movies like Singh is Kingg which, leave alone being intelligent , do not even seem entertaining go on to become top grossers... ???

But amidst all the crap.... Rock On and A Wednesday are a must watch....this monsoon !!! Be it the stellar performance by the cast or the picture perfect direction and editing..... these movies rock and are a guaranteed paisa vasool.... !!!

2008-08-18T01:54:00.000-07:00

Was browsing through the net and happened to see this telugu version of the tamil movie 'rojakootam'...hah know what it is called in telugu, 'rojapoolu'..... !!! wow... thats wonderful..... I would say.....mmmmm...... okay cut it....!!!

You pervert minds...... how dare you...... :-)) !!! The name obviously means Rose, the flower....nothing else.... !!!

2008-08-06T00:39:00.000-07:00

Read in the newspaper that they have found the 24th live bomb in surat, post the bangalore and ahemdabad blasts. It need not necessarily be a failure 24 times and the terrorists' motive could have been something else altogether.... may be just to scare the daylight out of us or whatever... !!!But IF it was actually a failure... amidst such hullaboo, did anybody give a thought about what would have been done or happened to the bomb maker whose li'l screw up really screwed up so much of their planning, training, investment and what not ... :-)) !!!

Happened to see this really hilarious video about Achmed the Dead Terrorist.... which triggered me to write the above... !!!

2008-08-01T00:12:00.000-07:00

How far can this get ,everyday you come into your office and you find that "everyday" your chair is missing and instead it is replaced by a handicapped contraption where you don't know where to place your rear....!!! Try complaining to the "concerned person".....ok lets call it the CP and the reply you get is no where related to the question you asked..... and btw this CP is pretty famous for its talent to deviate the discussion towards most irrelevant and bullshit tangents.... Still I had the perseverance to complain it to the CP after umpteen number of mails being sent and the conversation is as below:

me: Hey listen, how many times should I complain that, please use some other chair for your official purposes and let mine alone.

CP: Hey, YO man..... tumhaari beevi kya jhakaas lagthi hai.... hhaaaiiyyyynnn... !!!

(And I am like, you think I would give a similar compliment to you, hah...kill me, even a blind man wouldn't do that....!!! Frankly yeah, the next time the CP comments about the dressing sense of people in the company, I'm gonna take a picture of her and show it to her... though its like provoking suicide...!!! hey...hey..hey... no "pun" intended guys...!!! )

Ok, so me with all the patience I can gather: Can you answer me, I am asking you a serious question. I need to finish my work and do you expect me to do that standing...!!! ( I ask the question with a smile on my face, but actually I have already started folding my sleeves... )

CP: Oh praveen...!!! hah hah hah.....oh no....... !!! Hey "Jr.CP ", did you hear that, pooher praveen....Oh my gaawwd....!!! ( with that franco-italian-latino-jhopad patti english which the CP proclaims to be it's American accent, i feel like wha....whaat the #%@$, did I say I am going through labour...then.... !!!)

Somebody give me a shot gun.....!!!

2008-07-14T23:36:00.000-07:00

Got a li'l busy with married life and yeah FYKI still everything seems alright, I am still very much the happy guy with one more beautiful soul who has joined to share my li'l piece of joy, happiness, sorrow, excitement and fun.....!!! But life seems to have come to a stand still....has the time machine stopped working...!!! I donno whether it is because of the kind of life I'm leading or because of the kind of job I'm doing. I cherish the moments I pass through, I am happy as a person, my soul is in peace, I am trying to be comfortably numb with the situations and people with whom I don't converge... all this and more, but why isn't the time running. Am I having the 'Just Married Confused Bachelor' syndrome.... nyaaaaaaah...nyah nyah.... jargons, jargons, jargons....sudhar ja saale....!!!

As she tells me, I need to do something that interests me, at least take it as a hobby.... but I really need to indulge in it..... but what is it.... why am I in this stature of life where I dont know what i want. Is it because I have already got what I wanted and I have become content in my life. What next... got a job, have a satisfactory package, got a girl, married her, what next......don't tell me kids...!!! I am a happy man.....I know there is a vacuum inside me, but where is that vacuum, what is it about..... I really donno.....!!! I feel , I'll probably waste all my time trying to figure out what is the 'it'....!!!

You know what , may be I'm jobless, may be I'm just lethargic, may be I just dont want to work.... hah crap man.... you know what I just realized that life is not a circle....life is a set of concentric circles.... !!! or may be when I'm in a sober state (no...no..no..not with 2 pegs down) I might realize that life is a straight line.... !!! or may be when I am excited I might again realize that life is a non-linear graph..... !!!

haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah......cut the crap....go to work..... you are on "Merchants" from this week.... move your ass and get to work buddy.... clock's ticking....!!!

Just Married... !!!

2008-06-10T01:57:00.000-07:00

Phewwwwww..... Got married at last...!!! 25th May 2008, bingo the BIG day in my life... !!! Me feels right now me not in a stature to comment on marriage and married life....!!! But IT IS a wonderful feeling.... !!! I know...I know... the probability of negating the statement is very high..... :-) !!!

Love you Namrata , for the person you are and for coming into my life ... !!!
Hey, did somebody say "cheers"..... hey I'm coming....I'm coming....!!!

Indhiya Tholaikatchigalil Muthal Murayaaga...!!!

2008-04-03T02:04:00.000-07:00

Okay, the heading above when translated becomes " For the first time in Indian televeision...!!! " . Its not long before that I was pretty much amused or rather astonished looking at the frequency at which foreign language films are dubbed left and right in tamil. Just a couple of months back I happenned to watch this "so called" dubbed movie in Star Vijay..... man that was an experience in itself. No I am not going to share my experience..... rather I would want you guys to go through it, trust me, its worth it... !!! Though there are just four pre-requisites,

1) In depth knowledge of the Tamil language. The "in depth knowledge" is translated understanding the basics like kaitha, kasmalam, baudu and other such family damaging material.

2)You gotto have hell of balls to sit through the movie.

3) The perseverance within you to make sure you throw your tv remote out of the window so that you don't switch the channel, or as a better idea not to hang yourselves upside down.

4) Here comes the major one, have a bottle of quarter MC, which will make you comfortably numb.

Yeah...now comes the strange part... though it came as a crazy forward to me with some funny translations, its the nomenclature these guys follow for these movies. The genuine doubt I have is, do these movies come under the tax scanners ??? If not, then I tell you these guys are just awesome mavericks doing a helluva job...!!! So some of the names that really amused me are, though not all are duds :

1. Velaikku Avaathu - Mission Impossible
2. Karuttha Machan - Men in Black
3. Paayum puli, Padungum pambu - Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon
4.Oatta Machan - Hollow Man ( though the actual movie was called Mayamanidhan) and the list continues..... !!!

I really appreciate the crude humour they project, for example, there is Sean Connery speeding down a road in a fancy white car yelling, "Roada paathu cara ootu da baadu" (in "7 Dhalapathigal", also known as "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen"). Man..... I tell you he really gives our "Gabdan Vijaykanth" and "dhesiavaathi Arjun" a run for their money..... !!!

Just imagine, a scene from 'Mummy' , where an improperly embalmed mummy looking more like my college staffs shouts at the audience " buhuah ha ha haaaa.....Naan unne ippo sapide poren...!!! " or our James Bond introducing himself as " Aaei.....en paeru baandu.....james baandu... ".

And in this movie called Maayamanidhan (Hollow Man), the hero goes in search of the villain and shouts with his full vengeance that can dissolve your balls, saying " Enge.....enge andha thevdiya paiyyan....!!!" Bingo, did you hear that........ Whoa....this stuff rocks man..... trust me if you are really having a bad weekend with nothing to do and you just do not want to move a single muscle of yours.... Star Vijay rrrrrocksss...... !!!

“Please Recognise Us While We Are Alive” A Jawans Plea

2008-02-14T23:15:00.000-08:00

Found this article a lot intriguing and thought that every one of us should be aware of the effort taken by our soldiers to guard our honour...!!! A true insight into the hardships of our soldiers in the J&K... !!!

Source : http://sachiniti.wordpress.com
February 13, 2008
“Please Recognise Us While We Are Alive” A Jawans Plea

Anil Raina
Anil Raina presently a crime correspondent with Mumbai Mirror, sent me this awe inspiring first hand account of a week he spent with our jawans in Jammu and Kashmir. For all of us entrenched in the mundanities of our individual universe, documentation such as this ought to jolt us into sitting up taking cognisance of the lives we so carelessly forget to remember.
Anil Raina documents the life of the Indian soldier in Lolab, one of the most militancy-infested areas in Jammu & Kashmir . A thorough read through is definitely recommended.
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All Armymen pray before they leave their camp for an operation. Seen here is Major Sachin Sharma of the Putshahi unit in Lolab, known as a daredevil office
In 1989, when the Kashmir valley started burning, every attack by militants and a counter-offensive by Indian forces made front-page news across the country. Nineteen years on, the death of one or two militants or a handful of soldiers in an encounter is no longer highlighted a great deal, unless of course the number of victims is spectacularly high.
In July 2007, I visited a militants’ camp in north Kashmir to see for myself how militants were still active and organised there. Their planning and resolve were evident. What of those who were fighting the militants 24×7, I then asked myself. What were the conditions they were living under? What were the facilities and equipment they were provided with to take on the militants? What were their preparations like, and what about their planning and sense of organisation in the task of protecting the Indian nation-state?
The rooms in which jawans in Lolab stay in inhospitable weather
Experiencing and documenting the life of soldiers in this conflict zone was important, I felt, and asked my editor if I could go ahead with the story. Once I had obtained assent, I wrote to the Ministry of Defence for permission for this feature. The Ministry did a thorough check on my credentials and asked me for a letter from my editor saying I was indeed working on the story. Once the letter was in, they granted permission but on two conditions: I couldn’t go anywhere near the Line of Control (LoC) and could not film anything. I could take still pictures, however.
When I was asked which place I’d like to go to, I instantly chose Lolab, a valley within a valley. Lolab is beautiful, 92 kms from Srinagar, and 15 kms from the LoC. Most importantly, it is known as a launch pad for foreign mercenaries. They enter Kupwara sector, in which Lolab is located, from the LoC and from Lolab disperse to other areas of J&K. Counter-insurgency forces are therefore at their most alert here, and there is “action” almost every day.

Day 1 and 2
The Quick Reaction Team. It is expected to be ready for action in minutes and has to be on the alert always
I took a taxi from Srinagar early on Nov 29 and reached the headquarters of Sector 8 of Rashtriya Rifles (RR) in Charkot, Lolab, late afternoon. RR is the counter-insurgency force that fights “the internal war” in J&K; it has nothing to do with LoC, according to Defence PRO Lt Col A K Mathur. RR was carved out of various divisions in the Army and has 24,000 members in all. Here, I met Brigadier Devendra Kapoor and told him I wanted to go to Chandigaam, 10 kms to the north and a hub for foreign mercenaries. Brigadier Kapoor said that was fine and asked his colleague, Lt Col Balbir Singh, to take me there. Before I left he gave me a stern warning: “Don’t move out of Chandigaam army camp without wearing a bullet-proof jacket and a helmet and without informing officials. The place is too sensitive.”
In the evening, I was taken to unit 28 RR at Chandigaam and introduced to Lt Col Surinder Kumar Sharma, in-charge of the camp that has 120 soldiers. I stayed the night with Col Sharma and Major C S Pawan Kumar, his second-in-command, in their room.
At 5 am, I was woken up by Col Sharma and taken to the soldiers’ mess, where they were having breakfast. After breakfast, most of them moved to a makeshift temple inside the camp. The temple has images of Gods of all religions, and jawans pray there every morning before starting work. One of the jawans I met there was Scout Bhupinder Singh, 27, originally from Himachal Pradesh. A Scout is one who leads the team during any patrol/search/encounter. He is supposed to fire first if the team is attacked and is fired upon first as well. He thus carries maximum risk and has to be alert and well-equipped always. Singh told me he always has to carry on his person an AK-47, 5 magazines, 50 spare rounds, an Under Barrel Grenade Launcher with six grenades, a bullet-proof jacket and a bullet-proof helmet, and even dry fruits and rations, because an operation may go on for days on end.
Lt Col S K Sharma, in-charge of Chandigaam camp of 120 soldiers, offers a toffee to a local boy during his Gasht (patrolling) of the area that sees frequent encounters between the Army and militants.
When I asked him if he feared his high-risk position, he said, “In fact, I am proud of being a Scout as the best talent is chosen for this job.” The only thing he rued, he said, was the fact that they did not have better dress to cope with the bitter cold — it was -2 degree Celsius as we spoke — or the kind of weapons US forces were given.
Singh told me he missed his three-month-old son, who was his parents and wife in Himachal. “The last time I saw him was when he was born. I don’t know how he looks like now,” he said.
At around 11 am, Col Sharma told me I could accompany his team on their daily ‘Gasht,’ that is, patrolling of Chandigaam village. The Gasht happens every day and sometimes, more than once a day, as militants often take shelter in houses either forcibly or with connivance of locals.
As we stepped out of the camp, I asked Col Sharma what he thought of his duty in J&K. “My duty is my religion,” he said. All the jawans prayed together before they left the camp; they do this every time they go out or return to the camp.
Walking through the woods, he and his team began making casual enquiries with all the villagers they came across. Many locals were sitting on the verandah of their houses, and Col Sharma went up to them to ask how they were doing and to find out if they had seen any suspicious activity. One of the villagers he met, over 60 years old, was very angry. He told the Colonel his son, Mushtaq, 27, had been shot by militants four days ago. Mushtaq’s sister too stepped forward and asked the Colonel: “Where was the Army when the militants shot my brother?” Col Sharma heard them out patiently and with empathy, assured them of all help and asked the elderly man to send Mushtaq’s children to the Army Sadbhavna School in Chandigaam; he would ensure they got admission and a proper education, he said.
We returned to the camp by 5 pm, after having our lunch in the middle of the village, but this was not the end of the day’s activities. In the night, I was told, we’d have to leave for an ambush.
I was asked to accompany the team in the night but was not told the exact place we were going to. All I knew was that it was going to be somewhere in the middle of a dense jungle. Before we left the camp, Col Sharma made it clear to me that I would have to walk alongside a soldier who’d be my buddy. I was not to leave him at any time. Every soldier has a ‘buddy’ in an ambush, who acts as his security blanket; if a soldier is fired upon, it’s the buddy’s responsibility to protect him.
It was pitch-dark as Subedar Hans Raj led a team of 30 jawans for the ambush out of the camp. How did the team find its way? Those at the front carried night-vision devices which could not be seen, I was told. I noticed that as we walked into the heart of the jungle, the soldiers walked almost without making any sound. After two hours of non-stop walking, I was asked to squat at one spot: here, the team would wait as they had information that militants entered Chandigaam from here. “If you hear any gunshot, just lie down on the ground and don’t move,” I was told. It was biting cold and scary, and I squatted there for fours hours flat, along with the other soldiers. Luckily for me, there was no firing that night; at dawn, we began our long walk back to the camp. I was dead tired, but the soldiers, trained to undergo such hardships for hours, still looked alert.
On our way back, I asked Subedar Hans Raj how the soldiers endured so much. “We are not afraid of hardships. I myself have been part of 8 encounters in the last one year. The soldier just hopes his efforts are recognised by his countrymen,” he said.
The soldiers have their food together
Day 3
The next morning, I was taken to Shumirayal in the Army’s special vehicle, Casper. Made in South Africa, Casper is the only vehicle used by the Army in this ultra-sensitive region. It is bomb-proof and bullet-proof and is described as the Army’s “lifeline.”
In Shumirayal, I was to spend a day with Major T E Daniel’s unit, called the Road Opening Party. The unit is placed in a camp at the entrance to Lolab and is responsible for clearing the roads in the region so that Army vehicles can pass through. Improvised Explosive Devices (IEDs) can be planted anywhere along the path, so no Army vehicle moves till ROP has given its go-ahead. After a mammoth search every morning, the ROP’s 100 members stay put at various intersections all day to ensure no new IEDs are strewn on the path.
During patrolling, soldiers sense suspicious movement and take positions (they ask Anil Raina to squat)
Most of the ROP’s members are Kashmiri locals who have joined the Territorial Army; many of them have earned the wrath of their community. One of them, Rifle Man Shaukat, told me, “I am scared to go back home to my family as my fellow villagers may think I have betrayed them. Last year, Rifle Man Abdul Latif, 24, was killed in his own house by militants just three days after his marriage. Now, whenever go home for holidays, we inform the nearest Army camp so they can increase patrolling in and around the village.”
Shaukat said the salary they got was low and “not enough to feed our children;” their weapons too were not as sophisticated as those given to other Army units.
Jawans do arduous firing practice every week
I asked them what changes they had seen in militant activity since ‘89, since they had seen it more closely than most others. “Earlier, militants moved freely in the Valley; now, the Army’s presence is strong, so they have to be discreet,” they said. I went along with the team early morning to see how they cleared the nearly 10-km-long stretch. They checked every nook and corner and even searched through the dense foliage along the edges of the roads, leaving no chances. After having cleared the roads, they guarded the stretch throughout the day and returned to camp late evening.
Day 4
I was taken to the company headquarters of 28 RR (one Sector has several companies), where all Majors of the unit were present. Here I met Major Sachin Sharma, who is from Jabalpur. A graduate from the Indian Military Academy, Dehradun, Major Sachin is known as a daredevil officer of the Putshahi unit in Lolab. His codename is Romeo and Aashiq because he loves to “chase” militants.
Leaving the camp in Lolab for an operation
“I will be the first to set foot on the battlefield and the last to leave it,” he said. He has been part of many encounters and has killed a large number of militants in the one-and-a-half years he has been in Lolab; he was earlier posted at Siachen, the world’s highest battlefield.
“Sometimes, I am on an ambush for days, wearing the same uniform and eating food packed days earlier, searching for militants and taking them on,” Sachin said.
There is also a light-hearted side to him. He is a “great fan” of Lara Dutta and has collected several pictures of her. Realising I’d go back to Mumbai to file my story, Mjr Sachin handed me his photograph and requested me to get Lara Dutta to autograph it for him.
Anil Raina
This light-heartedness perhaps helps him with his other responsibility, which is to help the jawans of 28 RR with stress management. Stress is one of the biggest issues facing jawans, because they have to live in inhospitable conditions and hostile weather and are on the alert 24×7.
I saw Sachin interacting with a number of soldiers who were either heading home on leave or had just returned from leave. I asked him what were the major problems they faced. “Prolonged separation from family members and conflicts within the family are things that worry them the most,” he said. When I asked what he did to help them tackle these issues, he said, “Whenever we find out a soldier has such problems, we grant him leave immediately. We also talk to him like friends. That gives them confidence and reassurance.” The Army has also provided telephones in every unit to enable jawans to be constantly in touch with their families, he said.
Day 5
Casper, the bomb-proof and bullet-proof vehicle which Army personnel use in Lolab
I am taken to a dense jungle, where the jawans do firing practice once in a week. They are sent in batches here, and each jawan takes aim at a target for a few minutes. One hour after arduous practice, the jawans sit down for lunch. I am sitting next to Rifle Man Vikas Gurang. Gurang was in Assam before he was posted here more than a year ago. I ask him how the militancy in the two states is different. He says, “Militants have more local support here than in Assam; there, they mostly carry out IED blasts and are into extortion. In Kashmir, militants fire at the Army with the latest weapons. We have to keep our service weapons close to us here even when we are sleeping, because one never knows when our camp will be attacked.”
Gurang complained that the counter-insurgency allowance they were given (Rs 1,700) was inadequate, and even when they went home on holidays, they weren’t allowed to take more than Rs 10,000 for their families.
What he said next was perhaps the most disturbing. “We never know when leave will be granted to us. Whenever it is, we immediately pack our bags and head homewards. We don’t get enough time for ‘reservation’ of railway tickets, so many of us take a ticket in the unreserved compartment and sit near the toilet or any corner. But we are often thrown out of the train by rowdy passengers, and sometimes, we are also robbed in the middle of the night. It is at such moments that we think: are these the same people we are fighting and sacrificing ourselves for?”

Day 6
Before leaving for Srinagar, I meet Major Dagwal, commando of paratroopers, at Charkot. A commando is one who is dropped by Army helicopters into jungles to trace and wipe out militants. Dagwal has just returned from a 72-hour ambush in which he gunned down several militants. Isn’t he afraid of all the action? “No. In fact I volunteered to be a commando,” he points out. Dagwal regrets the fact that he will soon have to leave the Valley for Lebanon, where he has to be part of a peace-keeping force.
After speaking to him, I bid goodbye to all the jawans and reach Srinagar late evening. At the Army headquarters, Col Mathur sums up the jawan’s situation: “He has to fight anti-national elements who have taken shelter among the innocent local population. He also has to act against his own countrymen who may have been misguided by militants. But his salary is too meagre to help him meet his social obligations and maintain a respectable standard of living.”
The jawan is both physically and mentally ready to operate in inhospitable conditions but feels his pay, and the environment he is required to work in, are not good enough. - Defence PRO Lt Col A K Mathur
Major Pawan Kumar, walking by his side, obliquely pointed to our fascination for the word Shaheed. “Please recognise us while we are alive, not only after we die,” he said.
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One cannot ascertain what exactly are the emotions which well up on reading this piece. Suffice to say that on one hand there is a sense of deep guilt that we humans tend to take for granted those who ought to matter most and also that the song ‘Aye mere watan ke logon zaraaankh mein bhar lo pani jo Shaheed huye hain unki zara yaad karo qurbani’ may move us dramatically when one hears its plaints on television and we may respond with a surge of pious tears but at the end of the day in the glare of daylight, busy in the humdrum of life, a chance encounter with the same jawan on a train evinces no respect, regard or acknowlegement and all we can allow him is a seat outside the toilet!!

Happy New Year....!!! Huh...!!!

2008-01-03T01:48:00.000-08:00

New year turned out to be pretty peaceful for me, had a peaceful time at home, watched a couple of movies, had a couple of pegs of vodka and slept my way to glory....!!!

Watched this piece of news in TV about the molestation of two girls in Mumbai by a mob. Felt really ashamed to be in this ruthless society, where women are treated more as a meagre commodities for pleasure. Just wanted to say something to those ruthless bastards, if there is so much itch inside you then you bastards should try your hand at your mothers and sisters. Inspite of such hullaboo created about the issue, what the police and authorities can do is just watch and give statements that "these kind of incidents keep happening in the society". Man, is this the kind of society where you wish to see your future generation flourish.....!!! No matter what, castrating such bastards shouldn't be made a crime.

and yeah....probably this is just another passing news item for the crowd.....!!! but it does hurt to see and hear such gory incidents, and it hurts even more when you know that you are helpless....!!!

Drinking my way to glory....!!!

2007-09-02T23:42:00.000-07:00

Though its a pretty common scenario in every bachelor's life, I find it comical at each instance. Every time I get a hangover in the morning I promise myself , 'I wouldn't dare to touch alchohol ever in my life'.... but I have noticed that the promises have increased exponentially...!!! And I am sure all those drinking brothers out there might have sweared on your lives each time you puked after drinking...!!! And last weekend was one such helluva weekend....!!! It started with friday night with 2 full bottles of Sharktooth vodka ( Wowwww..... but weird name) and a bacardi reserva each, then by saturday afternoon I hopped onto Royal Challenge Whisky, and by saturday evening it was dhikchik...dhikchik Stones Pub, with God knows how many pitchers of beer that drained in and Sunday night again it was Bacardi night.....!!!

There's a friend of mine called Srini, who says whenever he is drunk he tends to type in very fluently, but ask me...... at that stature I would prefer banging my head on the keyboard ,than fluent typing....!!!

Ask me why I wrote this blog, argghhhhhh...... actually who cares....I mean who knows....!!!

But dear brothers and sisters of McDowells and Old Monk....Saturdays come....saturdays go....but the hangover stays.....!!! So keep drinking....enjoy life and be merry...!!!!

Cheers.....!!!

Conversations....!!!

2007-08-12T22:39:00.000-07:00

I found the below conversations really funny, i donno how many of you agree with me or find it funny.But the people who know the below mentioned "chapters" ( people) would get the fun and the pun.
Scene 1
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There was this very famous chapter in our room called "thavi" dhanu whose sole mode of survival was with his tongue ( No "pun" intended). By the way he was the sole entertainment quotient in the room. So the scene is 'Madurai' asks our 'Thavi' to get barotta from the road side shop. So here is the dialogue between Thavi and shop owner:
Thavi: Boss barotta irukka... :-)) !!! ( with his trademark smile)
Shop Owner: Illa sar, barotta mudinchu pochu...!!!
Thavi: appo oru mutta barotta parcel...!!!
Shop Owner: (Starts scratching his head with a wiered look) .... so do the rest of the people in the shop.....!!!
Scene 2
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Leka asks our "Daddy" character Prakash, to check the petrol in his bike by shaking it, so that you can make out by the sound of the petrol in the tank.
So Leka calls Sottai , shakes the bike and says:
Leka: dei sottaya sound varutha paaru....!!!
Sottayan goes near the bike places his ear near the petrol tank and BLOWS THE HORN.... and replies....!!!!
Sottayan: Mmmm.....vaeruthu...machieeeee......!!!!
You should have the seen the look on Leka's face..!!!
Scene 3
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There was this chapter in our college called 'nakki' , he was famous for the word games he used to play. That is, when ever you ask him a question, the Probaility of you getting an answer remotely related to your question, is YET TO BE DERIVED....!!!
So once we see our Nakki standing at Hope College bus stop, so Muthuraj tells us to, just watch nakki with the kind of answer he gives. So kedayan goes to Nakki and asks:
Kedayan: Dei nakki, saaptiyada.....!!!
Nakki: Dei sema vaeiyyil da, bus'e vara mattaenguthu..... :-)) !!!
Kedayan looks at us with the blurred look...!!!
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Recently I happened to go to Mysore with my friend Leka. Once we entered the Mysore Palace, I said to Leka " Machi, it would have been good if we get a tea now..."
and Leka's reply: Machie dont worry da, there is a tea shop inside the palace, next to the place where they have kept the Maharaja's sword...!!!
Me: Just started smiling, thinking about his crude sense of humour...gawd tea shop inside the palace building !!!
Then Leka did something unimaginable. He actually started searching for the tea shop inside the palace building and started cursing the palace authorities for not maintaining a tea shop inside.....!!!
PS: FYKI people, the tea shop here refers to the normal "tea kadai" , not anywhere near to coffee shops...!!!
This time I confirmed again , that Leka's blood group is "Tea +ve".

Welcome Maga...!!!

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I am happy to start blogging for the four reasons which still amuse me. They are,one I can see the weirdest of my thoughts displayed on screen , two I can crib less to my friends , three I can share my thoughts only to people who are interested in my thoughts and four......aaarrrgh........................nevermind............!!!

Okay , the fourth reason is because the girl in my life thinks that I am kind of crippled or mentally retarded when it comes to writing..... !!! This is just an attempt to prove her wrong....!!! I repeat it, this is just an ATTEMPT to prove her wrong....!!!

Happy Blogging...!!!