Well, as they say, it was "lust at first sight"...the moment I saw "it" (yeah, "it", its an object of unadulterated desire)...and I guess, I am not alone, most of us would fall for it straightaway, and I was no exception. Anyways, due to other destractions, had kept away from it for a quite a while. But since coming back from the free-willed Amsterdam, the desire has been raging, restraining has become so difficult.
But doing it without "protection", as we all know, is outright stupid, in today's world. I have been hesistant to get one, but finally could get some, though the protetction is not of high quality. So far, its only been a tease, just a touch here & there, exploring it a little bit, but whenever it comes to the final level, I hold back.
I have done it only once previously, in totally different circumstances and with the best quality protection in those times, but this time its a little too risky.
It is dangerously enticing, almost as if calling me to caress it, making me feel helpless at times, at least I can't take my eyes off it anymore, but still ain't confident enough. Shall I do it or wait to get a really good quality protection?? Can do it, but the real outcome will only be known 9-12 months down the line...
Oh lord, give me strength...
Edit - Well, after a few of my frnds started to ask me about this post, I'd have to make the clarification, the 'it' refers to the resignation button in my company's peoplesoft system, rest I guess you would be able to figure out, and anyway to lazy to spell everything out :)
Saturday, December 08, 2007
Friday, November 23, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Chirkutting
having taken a voluntary retirement from orkut, could pretty much relate to the cynicism by Globus Maximus. Read on
http://weblog.xanga.com/professionalcynic/616909880/networking-that-is-asocial.html
http://weblog.xanga.com/professionalcynic/616909880/networking-that-is-asocial.html
Saturday, September 29, 2007
The Guys’ Rules
its a hat-trick of un-original posts....anyways good read
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The Guys’ Rules At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down
Finally , the guys’ side of the story.( I must admit, it’s pretty good.)We always hear ” the rules ”From the female side.Now here are the rules from the male side.These are our rules!Please note.. these are all numbered “1″ON PURPOSE!
1. Men are NOT mind readers.
1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.We need it up, you need it down.You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports. It’s like the full moonor the changing of the tides.Let it be.
1. Shopping is NOT a sport.And no, we are never going to think of it that way.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one:Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work!Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem. See a doctor.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.
1. If you won’t dress like the Victoria ’s Secret girls, don’t Expect us to act like soap opera guys.
1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.Don’t ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one
1. You can either ask us to do somethingOr tell us how you want it done.Not both.If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will be scratched.We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.We know you are lying, but it i s just not worth the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really .
1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,or golf.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!
1. Thank you for reading this.Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.
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The Guys’ Rules At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down
Finally , the guys’ side of the story.( I must admit, it’s pretty good.)We always hear ” the rules ”From the female side.Now here are the rules from the male side.These are our rules!Please note.. these are all numbered “1″ON PURPOSE!
1. Men are NOT mind readers.
1. Learn to work the toilet seat.You’re a big girl. If it’s up, put it down.We need it up, you need it down.You don’t hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
1. Sunday sports. It’s like the full moonor the changing of the tides.Let it be.
1. Shopping is NOT a sport.And no, we are never going to think of it that way.
1. Crying is blackmail.
1. Ask for what you want.Let us be clear on this one:Subtle hints do not work!Strong hints do not work!Obvious hints do not work!Just say it!
1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That’s what we do.Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem. See a doctor.
1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.
1. If you won’t dress like the Victoria ’s Secret girls, don’t Expect us to act like soap opera guys.
1. If you think you’re fat, you probably are.Don’t ask us.
1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one
1. You can either ask us to do somethingOr tell us how you want it done.Not both.If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
1. If it itches, it will be scratched.We do that.
1. If we ask what is wrong and you say “nothing,” We will act like nothing’s wrong.We know you are lying, but it i s just not worth the hassle.
1. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, Expect an answer you don’t want to hear.
1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine… Really .
1. Don’t ask us what we’re thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,or golf.
1. You have enough clothes.
1. You have too many shoes.
1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!
1. Thank you for reading this.Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;But did you know men really don’t mind that? It’s like camping.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
The Tyrrany of choices
Intresting piece from http://www.spring.org.uk/2007/09/barry-schwartz-on-why-too-much-choice.php
Why too much choice is bad for us. Too many choices cause:
Why too much choice is bad for us. Too many choices cause:
- Paralysis rather than liberation - people prefer to make no decision rather than make a complicated choice.
- Less satisfaction with decisions as people have greater reason to regret the decisions they have made.
- Unrealistic expectations.
- Self-blame - when experiences are not perfect, people blame themselves.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
These days....
Today you can’t land unless the tray table is up,
you can’t smack your children,
you can’t smoke in a pub,
you can’t take shampoo on a plane,
you can’t climb a ladder if you’re a policeman,
you can’t eat more than six grams of salt a day,
you can’t urge your dogs to kill a rat..........
Flicked from dhaliwal gtalk status message
you can’t smack your children,
you can’t smoke in a pub,
you can’t take shampoo on a plane,
you can’t climb a ladder if you’re a policeman,
you can’t eat more than six grams of salt a day,
you can’t urge your dogs to kill a rat..........
Flicked from dhaliwal gtalk status message
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Sex & ............................
Was put up at Doc's place on my visit to Numbu's marriage at Bangalore.
Sutta discovered a book Doc had been reading - "Sex & the evolution of human mind".
Just wondered how easy it is to sex-up any title by adding "Sex &.....-whatever", most recalled is the "Sex & the City" though it has fair enough empahsis on the former part for its name to be justified as such.
I suggested "Sex & the rise of Indian cricket" where a statistical study can be done thorugh a correlation-regresssion analysis between the presence of wives & girlfriends on the tour & the cricket team's performance (no, I don't mean to say that is their only contribution, but given the realms of this post topic, other things have not been discussed, there must be some though I am limited by my own thought processes, EVIL.........)
Globu's suggestion was "Indian Cricket - A one night stand" given the consistency levels of our tem but I guess it could as well be "Sex & the rise of Indian cricket & its fall (pun un-intended)"!!!!
Sutta discovered a book Doc had been reading - "Sex & the evolution of human mind".
Just wondered how easy it is to sex-up any title by adding "Sex &.....-whatever", most recalled is the "Sex & the City" though it has fair enough empahsis on the former part for its name to be justified as such.
I suggested "Sex & the rise of Indian cricket" where a statistical study can be done thorugh a correlation-regresssion analysis between the presence of wives & girlfriends on the tour & the cricket team's performance (no, I don't mean to say that is their only contribution, but given the realms of this post topic, other things have not been discussed, there must be some though I am limited by my own thought processes, EVIL.........)
Globu's suggestion was "Indian Cricket - A one night stand" given the consistency levels of our tem but I guess it could as well be "Sex & the rise of Indian cricket & its fall (pun un-intended)"!!!!
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sniff, Sniff...
This sounds hypercynical but I smell something...
They say the world is getting smaller. Chat with anyone across the world for free and as much u wish. Discover old frnds and be in touch by scrapping each other on the n number of social-networking sites. Even the good old phone call is not that expensive to keep you away from calling someone as far flung off as Alaska.
But what is it ultimately leading to...
If you look at the bigger picture, WE ARE BEING CONFINED. 'Coz the easier it is for one to be in touch virtually, the lesser effort one would make to be in touch in reality. Its easier to be away & still be in touch, the emphasis clearly being on the first part.
No, this is not the usual rant about technology revolution & stuff, such innovations have been healthy. Some may argue that a simialr argument can be applied when the printing press would have been invented. It would have stopped the one-on-one oral communication between people at that time. By that logic, even this blog comes in the same category. But I am talking about more personal communcaition between people and not some kinda knowledge transfer stuff or talking to oneself (which translates to being equivalent of blogging in this age).
Guess, the MATRIX has been taking shape slowly & quitely but surely.
But even the MATRIX says, everything is a matter of choice, its upto you to choose the red or the green pill...DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!
They say the world is getting smaller. Chat with anyone across the world for free and as much u wish. Discover old frnds and be in touch by scrapping each other on the n number of social-networking sites. Even the good old phone call is not that expensive to keep you away from calling someone as far flung off as Alaska.
But what is it ultimately leading to...
If you look at the bigger picture, WE ARE BEING CONFINED. 'Coz the easier it is for one to be in touch virtually, the lesser effort one would make to be in touch in reality. Its easier to be away & still be in touch, the emphasis clearly being on the first part.
No, this is not the usual rant about technology revolution & stuff, such innovations have been healthy. Some may argue that a simialr argument can be applied when the printing press would have been invented. It would have stopped the one-on-one oral communication between people at that time. By that logic, even this blog comes in the same category. But I am talking about more personal communcaition between people and not some kinda knowledge transfer stuff or talking to oneself (which translates to being equivalent of blogging in this age).
Guess, the MATRIX has been taking shape slowly & quitely but surely.
But even the MATRIX says, everything is a matter of choice, its upto you to choose the red or the green pill...DAMN!!!!!!!!!!!
Life's come a 'fool' circle
Its amazing, and its amazingly boring too!!
For the past 3-4 weeks, I have been in exactly the same jobless state as I was when I started this blog 3 years back.
But this is worse this time, as the ritual of buying 2 HB pencils & a rubber (eraser for all you Amreekan pervs) towards the 2nd week of december doesn't exist for me anymore.
Hmmm...so what then....GMAT, FRM, CFA.....guess I'll kill my time researching as to why I shouldn't be going for these....
Catch ya later
For the past 3-4 weeks, I have been in exactly the same jobless state as I was when I started this blog 3 years back.
But this is worse this time, as the ritual of buying 2 HB pencils & a rubber (eraser for all you Amreekan pervs) towards the 2nd week of december doesn't exist for me anymore.
Hmmm...so what then....GMAT, FRM, CFA.....guess I'll kill my time researching as to why I shouldn't be going for these....
Catch ya later
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Of Sandwitches & Gross National Happiness
Ordering sandwitch @ office
- In India : Steel/Plastic plate, well made sandwitch, an irritated server (at best not shabbily dressed), paper napkins have to be asked for
- In Onsite (UK, holland based on my personal exp) : Plate (various kinds), well made sandwitches (but not to an Indain taste of course), garnsihed with things which have no significance edibility-wise, a smiling server (well dressed), and a nice "enjoy your meal"
Basically, having spent some time abroad, I just wonder if there is any correlation between level of formality (at formal occasions i.e.) and general happiness level of the society.
The ghaas-phoos which I used to get alongwith my sandwitches at the ING office were hardly edible, for a human at least, but still were put just to make my plate look good. So much effort for just a small thing.
Well, as they say, 'correaltion doesn't imply causality' bit then it at least doesn't deny it either.
- In India : Steel/Plastic plate, well made sandwitch, an irritated server (at best not shabbily dressed), paper napkins have to be asked for
- In Onsite (UK, holland based on my personal exp) : Plate (various kinds), well made sandwitches (but not to an Indain taste of course), garnsihed with things which have no significance edibility-wise, a smiling server (well dressed), and a nice "enjoy your meal"
Basically, having spent some time abroad, I just wonder if there is any correlation between level of formality (at formal occasions i.e.) and general happiness level of the society.
The ghaas-phoos which I used to get alongwith my sandwitches at the ING office were hardly edible, for a human at least, but still were put just to make my plate look good. So much effort for just a small thing.
Well, as they say, 'correaltion doesn't imply causality' bit then it at least doesn't deny it either.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The Great Indian Software Company -Nationalization Phase 2
Butthead - "I just figured something out"
Beavis - "Whaat is it?"
Butthead - "This SUCKS!!"
Beavis - "Yeah, it really does!!!"
Butthead - "This sucks more than anything that has ever sucked before!!!"
Anywyas, my EUREKA moment:
I propose that the government should take all steps necessary to merge all the IT services companies in India in just one - The Great Indian Software company.
Sahi mein.....
Well, I forgot the name of the economic theory of international trade, but wage differentials eventually wipe out & so does the competitive advantage fo low-cost destinations.
Currently, job-hopping is the major source of wage-inflation, so if there is no other company to switch jobs to, how will the wage-inflation occur?
So shmart na???
Anyways, there is hardly any differentiation between the IT companies, especially the big-ones.
Nationalistic Capitalism, anyone?
DISCLAIMER - The views expressed here are totally personal and do not reflect borrowed insanity
Beavis - "Whaat is it?"
Butthead - "This SUCKS!!"
Beavis - "Yeah, it really does!!!"
Butthead - "This sucks more than anything that has ever sucked before!!!"
Anywyas, my EUREKA moment:
I propose that the government should take all steps necessary to merge all the IT services companies in India in just one - The Great Indian Software company.
Sahi mein.....
Well, I forgot the name of the economic theory of international trade, but wage differentials eventually wipe out & so does the competitive advantage fo low-cost destinations.
Currently, job-hopping is the major source of wage-inflation, so if there is no other company to switch jobs to, how will the wage-inflation occur?
So shmart na???
Anyways, there is hardly any differentiation between the IT companies, especially the big-ones.
Nationalistic Capitalism, anyone?
DISCLAIMER - The views expressed here are totally personal and do not reflect borrowed insanity
Locational Updates
Oh yes, in between, I moved back to Kolkata after spending exactly 84 days (includign flight time) in the picturesque Netherlands.
Vis-a-vis my last trip, this time I visited the european countryside and it was no doubt beautiful and a new experience.
Talking about new experiences, I actually felt and understood the meaning of adrenaline rush. This was the bungee-jump over the north sea at Schienevegen (see pic). Plus, cycling along the sea-shore in the fishing village MARKEN was also a memorable experience.
Thanks to Pandey & RG visting me at AMsti, I went around some places including Belgium.
Dreams of visting Spain were quashed rather abruptly by the might drawing board of our office meeting room, which given my popularity as a bungee jumper, decided to pay me a tribute by doing a bungee right on my left foot.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Happy Feet
Now I really wonder how these well built europeans stand properly if the biggest shoes size availble commonly is less tha an Indian 10. Anyways, finally after a long search, I could find 2 shoes in the whole of Amsterdam which could grace my feet. Though this takes away my excuse from getting into a exercise regimen, but still I am happy somehow.
Will update the blog upon my JEEM routine once more!
Will update the blog upon my JEEM routine once more!
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
(I)-Am-Stud-Am-(I??)
Yes, I am desparately trying to regain my sense of humour
To put it straight I am currently in Amsterdam, been almost a month. Mt trip to europe after almost 5 yrs, and this time there'z hardly any excitement apart from not being in the shitty-of-joy in the humid summers.
About the place, well still havn't seen much, its funny as it seems more like ghar-ki-murgi-daal-barabar scenario. Had I been on a 2 day trip to this plcae, would ahve been going all over the place crazily clicking my digicam. And now, havn't even cared to charge the batteries.
Well from what have I seen, aprt from the usual eurpean gothic architecture-cobbled street-multinational crowd, canals set this city apart. My house is situated between two and it does make it for a nice walk. Another strikingly distinct feature is the bicycle riding junta. Then there are the souvenier shops named like "crazy amsterdam" overflowing with XXX pictures & other "toys".
The Koffee shops somehow don't even charm me anymore but have been to one purely with an academeic intent.
"THE DAM" is just a stone's throw away rom my apartment and on my way to office, so at least can claim to ahve seen oen of the imp places here. Anotehr place I haev visited is the Koningsplein area wih teh really scenic flower market.
What else, hmmm, people here seem to be more frndly than the junta in London (well then who isn't) though langauge is a bit of a problem if not a barrier.
Baaki, plan to chhanofy the city from this weekend onwards and also complete my mirage like shoe search.
Will try updating the blog and make it somewhat for all you virtual folks.
To put it straight I am currently in Amsterdam, been almost a month. Mt trip to europe after almost 5 yrs, and this time there'z hardly any excitement apart from not being in the shitty-of-joy in the humid summers.
About the place, well still havn't seen much, its funny as it seems more like ghar-ki-murgi-daal-barabar scenario. Had I been on a 2 day trip to this plcae, would ahve been going all over the place crazily clicking my digicam. And now, havn't even cared to charge the batteries.
Well from what have I seen, aprt from the usual eurpean gothic architecture-cobbled street-multinational crowd, canals set this city apart. My house is situated between two and it does make it for a nice walk. Another strikingly distinct feature is the bicycle riding junta. Then there are the souvenier shops named like "crazy amsterdam" overflowing with XXX pictures & other "toys".
The Koffee shops somehow don't even charm me anymore but have been to one purely with an academeic intent.
"THE DAM" is just a stone's throw away rom my apartment and on my way to office, so at least can claim to ahve seen oen of the imp places here. Anotehr place I haev visited is the Koningsplein area wih teh really scenic flower market.
What else, hmmm, people here seem to be more frndly than the junta in London (well then who isn't) though langauge is a bit of a problem if not a barrier.
Baaki, plan to chhanofy the city from this weekend onwards and also complete my mirage like shoe search.
Will try updating the blog and make it somewhat for all you virtual folks.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Of Morality & Open windows & RG
DISCLAIMER - While starting this post I had real enthu to write about the topic but while in process, it became a drag, but I have promised to keep my creative juices flowing (pun unintended), so I had to finish. Read at your own risk.
RG!!! Relative Grading i.e. the most used & abused word at hel'L. Used as a verb - "RG mat kar mere saath", adjective - "bada RG insaan hai wo", literally - "this whole concept of RG sucks"...etc etc. Anyways, but its real, at least when it comes to morality. I am currently in Amsterdam (this somehow still impresses the non-s/w junta!!!), and this reminds me that itself needs a separate entry in my blog.
Well, for a change, I am staying in a very nice apartment provided by my company.
Somehow, I feel there are too many windows in this apartment, though I know there are not.
This place is a little contradicting, evryone seems to be very nice & friendly, on eye conatct, everyone say a seemingly warm "Hi" or a "Good morning" etc. But you still feel the distance. Everyone here seems to be walking with a purpose, no one seems to just loiter around, aprt from beggars & some punks sitting in a corner.
Anyways, coming back to morality, windows & RG, I have been hearing a lot of Peeping tom stories from my collegues reg. our apartment windows. One sunny day, I had my own abrupt moment. I was greeted by a warm first time "Hi" that day, while standing in the balcony & soaking in the sun, by the couple staying left to my flat. I resonded back with another warm "Hi" and they moved inside their flat. The flat has no a total glass wall to my balcony side and with no curtains. I was walking to-n-from in my balcony talking on phone that suddenly I saw the lady standing inside her flat & changing (to the maximum extent) with her back to me. I felt very odd as there already was this "Hi" connection and then this & I moved inside my flat immediately. Well, this is not the point. The point is how i would have considered the female had it been a case in with an Indian woman in India. definitely, aprt from a pure case of "accident/wardrobe malfunction", I would have consdered this to be outrageous, but it seemed not that outrageous in this context (tho I still cant understand why putting up a curtain would be so mcuh of an ask). There are other similar instances of scant clothing sometimes on the road or even in the office. But comapred to what I would react in India, it still seems noraml here. I dunno if I am expressing myself correctly, but what I want to say is, at what point do values become absolute, where is the line till it is all RG?
Social morality defnitely seems to work on the RG mode, and probably thats why all this talk about FREEWILL etc, but then what is absolute morality, is it just general human goodness & nothing else??
or as per Mr. Jerry, our comapny's cab driver referring to the (in)famous Red light ditrict - "It is a part of our "OPEN" culture". How can such a thing be Open-ness, I wonder? (And in case you were wondering that how can I take a cab driver seriosuly for intellectual talk, he knew about the M&A tussle over ABN AMRO by RBS & Baraclay plus the poulation of India plus the humid weather of kolkata,and has russian girlfriend(s))
Btw, do I need to get a life??
RG!!! Relative Grading i.e. the most used & abused word at hel'L. Used as a verb - "RG mat kar mere saath", adjective - "bada RG insaan hai wo", literally - "this whole concept of RG sucks"...etc etc. Anyways, but its real, at least when it comes to morality. I am currently in Amsterdam (this somehow still impresses the non-s/w junta!!!), and this reminds me that itself needs a separate entry in my blog.
Well, for a change, I am staying in a very nice apartment provided by my company.
Somehow, I feel there are too many windows in this apartment, though I know there are not.
This place is a little contradicting, evryone seems to be very nice & friendly, on eye conatct, everyone say a seemingly warm "Hi" or a "Good morning" etc. But you still feel the distance. Everyone here seems to be walking with a purpose, no one seems to just loiter around, aprt from beggars & some punks sitting in a corner.
Anyways, coming back to morality, windows & RG, I have been hearing a lot of Peeping tom stories from my collegues reg. our apartment windows. One sunny day, I had my own abrupt moment. I was greeted by a warm first time "Hi" that day, while standing in the balcony & soaking in the sun, by the couple staying left to my flat. I resonded back with another warm "Hi" and they moved inside their flat. The flat has no a total glass wall to my balcony side and with no curtains. I was walking to-n-from in my balcony talking on phone that suddenly I saw the lady standing inside her flat & changing (to the maximum extent) with her back to me. I felt very odd as there already was this "Hi" connection and then this & I moved inside my flat immediately. Well, this is not the point. The point is how i would have considered the female had it been a case in with an Indian woman in India. definitely, aprt from a pure case of "accident/wardrobe malfunction", I would have consdered this to be outrageous, but it seemed not that outrageous in this context (tho I still cant understand why putting up a curtain would be so mcuh of an ask). There are other similar instances of scant clothing sometimes on the road or even in the office. But comapred to what I would react in India, it still seems noraml here. I dunno if I am expressing myself correctly, but what I want to say is, at what point do values become absolute, where is the line till it is all RG?
Social morality defnitely seems to work on the RG mode, and probably thats why all this talk about FREEWILL etc, but then what is absolute morality, is it just general human goodness & nothing else??
or as per Mr. Jerry, our comapny's cab driver referring to the (in)famous Red light ditrict - "It is a part of our "OPEN" culture". How can such a thing be Open-ness, I wonder? (And in case you were wondering that how can I take a cab driver seriosuly for intellectual talk, he knew about the M&A tussle over ABN AMRO by RBS & Baraclay plus the poulation of India plus the humid weather of kolkata,and has russian girlfriend(s))
Btw, do I need to get a life??
Thursday, April 26, 2007
A matter of life & death - Maiden Wise (or foolishly?)
DISCALIMER - This post may not be funny & humorous at all, as my sense of humour quotient has been on decline somehow. It should be read more from a transcript perspective.
"Adding insult to injury", I have heard and used this phrase many a times in my life....but whatever transpired from 1030 hrs - 2100 hrs, Mar 17th 2006, the lines between insult & injury got completely blurred.
Ok to give some background, after some thought and my stated respect (and not a gr8 liking) for IRON MAIDEN coupled with my otherwise unplugged social life in Kolkata had prompted me to make a weekend trip to attend the Iron maiden concert.
I had booked myself well in advance on AIR SAHARA to & fro. Catching the 10.30 flight was going to be a challenge anyway given my recent late-night electronic indulgences. Anyways, I did manage to reach the airport in time and boarded the plane. Within about 10 mins of taking my seat, the power inside the plane went off. This a was an almost first-one for me, last time it happened in the "video" coach I had taken between mumbai/pune. Anyways, its rather funny that custoemr service level expectations go down, the lesser money we pay ( paid 3.5 k for the blr ticket), so I was not too perturbed by this. This finally got fixed after ~45 mins with the genereal buzz level inside the plane going up. I was a little edgy when the plane took off but then everythign was fine, or at least seemed so.
The stopover was in Hyderabad. After the usual ~45 min stop, the plane again moved towards the air-strip only to turn back into the hangar again. And then it was announced that "we have found that oil is leakign from the engine, so we have to turn back to get this fixed. We apologise for the inconvinience but this has been done keeping in mind your safety only"!!! So mush for customer care!! I had tears in my eyes almost. And i was difficult to feel lucky or unlucky at that point. Unlucky - that I was getting late fro the show (the gates were to open a 3 pm in bangalore and it was already around 2.30 pm in Hyd), and lucky- well that I was still alive!!!
Finaly the passengers had it and teh usual hulla-gulla staretd within the plane. After about 30 mins, we were asked to vacate the plane as it would take quite a while to fix the problem.
After a lot of fight with the airlines staff, I was finally boarded on the 1645 Paramount airways flight. Things were still under control as I landed in BLR by 1800 hrs. "missed parikrama, that should be fine", was what I was thinking for I had forgotten the horror stories about BLR trafiic my frnds used to tell me.
In between, some more info, I had come without any luggage whatsoever, didn't have the show tickets witme (were lying with Nimbu's gatekeeper), plus I hadn't called up the guy (Pandey's flatmate) beforehand where I was supposed to be put up for the night, plus my mobile was not working.
Anyways, I took a cab from the airport and I reached at 2030 hrs!!! yeah 2.5 hrs within BLR. And that I had finally landed in BLR, i thought it might be a good idea to call up Pandey's flatmate as after the show finding a PCO may be difficult. I called up, only to find an irate kannada voice, i called up again, it was only harsher. Yeah, it was teh good ol' case of "wraang number, saaar".
I had become extremely philosophical by this time, and thoughts like "ye jeevan sab mithya hai, maaya hai" etc were hovering inside my head. Somehow, managed to pull myself together and finally landed at PALACE GROUNDS, the concert venue. It was 2100 hrs.
I asked someone there, how long have they been performing." 2hrs and max 1 hr more"!! I walked inside the grounds.
So there I was, coming all the way from Kolkata just for this show and missed most of it, plus I dont ahve a place to go in the night, and I cant even call anyone up!!!
It was one of the biggest "give-up" feelings I have got in my life, so I just started to enjoy the show.
Suddenly I hear "BUILDING!!!!" from somewhere behind my back, trust me, i don't like my nick, but it had never sounded so sweet ever before. I turned around to find SUTTA & TV, my two little angels!!!!!
Finished the show after listening to 5-6 songs, and ended up at sutta's place for the night, crahed into bed at first sight, woke up ~130 0hrs the next day and moved straight to the airport to catch my 1530 flight back to KOL.
The only takeway from this was, that my point of MAIDEN being not a gr8 band was proven right. yeah, I know this will invite a lot of comments, but that ain't bad, is it?
"Adding insult to injury", I have heard and used this phrase many a times in my life....but whatever transpired from 1030 hrs - 2100 hrs, Mar 17th 2006, the lines between insult & injury got completely blurred.
Ok to give some background, after some thought and my stated respect (and not a gr8 liking) for IRON MAIDEN coupled with my otherwise unplugged social life in Kolkata had prompted me to make a weekend trip to attend the Iron maiden concert.
I had booked myself well in advance on AIR SAHARA to & fro. Catching the 10.30 flight was going to be a challenge anyway given my recent late-night electronic indulgences. Anyways, I did manage to reach the airport in time and boarded the plane. Within about 10 mins of taking my seat, the power inside the plane went off. This a was an almost first-one for me, last time it happened in the "video" coach I had taken between mumbai/pune. Anyways, its rather funny that custoemr service level expectations go down, the lesser money we pay ( paid 3.5 k for the blr ticket), so I was not too perturbed by this. This finally got fixed after ~45 mins with the genereal buzz level inside the plane going up. I was a little edgy when the plane took off but then everythign was fine, or at least seemed so.
The stopover was in Hyderabad. After the usual ~45 min stop, the plane again moved towards the air-strip only to turn back into the hangar again. And then it was announced that "we have found that oil is leakign from the engine, so we have to turn back to get this fixed. We apologise for the inconvinience but this has been done keeping in mind your safety only"!!! So mush for customer care!! I had tears in my eyes almost. And i was difficult to feel lucky or unlucky at that point. Unlucky - that I was getting late fro the show (the gates were to open a 3 pm in bangalore and it was already around 2.30 pm in Hyd), and lucky- well that I was still alive!!!
Finaly the passengers had it and teh usual hulla-gulla staretd within the plane. After about 30 mins, we were asked to vacate the plane as it would take quite a while to fix the problem.
After a lot of fight with the airlines staff, I was finally boarded on the 1645 Paramount airways flight. Things were still under control as I landed in BLR by 1800 hrs. "missed parikrama, that should be fine", was what I was thinking for I had forgotten the horror stories about BLR trafiic my frnds used to tell me.
In between, some more info, I had come without any luggage whatsoever, didn't have the show tickets witme (were lying with Nimbu's gatekeeper), plus I hadn't called up the guy (Pandey's flatmate) beforehand where I was supposed to be put up for the night, plus my mobile was not working.
Anyways, I took a cab from the airport and I reached at 2030 hrs!!! yeah 2.5 hrs within BLR. And that I had finally landed in BLR, i thought it might be a good idea to call up Pandey's flatmate as after the show finding a PCO may be difficult. I called up, only to find an irate kannada voice, i called up again, it was only harsher. Yeah, it was teh good ol' case of "wraang number, saaar".
I had become extremely philosophical by this time, and thoughts like "ye jeevan sab mithya hai, maaya hai" etc were hovering inside my head. Somehow, managed to pull myself together and finally landed at PALACE GROUNDS, the concert venue. It was 2100 hrs.
I asked someone there, how long have they been performing." 2hrs and max 1 hr more"!! I walked inside the grounds.
So there I was, coming all the way from Kolkata just for this show and missed most of it, plus I dont ahve a place to go in the night, and I cant even call anyone up!!!
It was one of the biggest "give-up" feelings I have got in my life, so I just started to enjoy the show.
Suddenly I hear "BUILDING!!!!" from somewhere behind my back, trust me, i don't like my nick, but it had never sounded so sweet ever before. I turned around to find SUTTA & TV, my two little angels!!!!!
Finished the show after listening to 5-6 songs, and ended up at sutta's place for the night, crahed into bed at first sight, woke up ~130 0hrs the next day and moved straight to the airport to catch my 1530 flight back to KOL.
The only takeway from this was, that my point of MAIDEN being not a gr8 band was proven right. yeah, I know this will invite a lot of comments, but that ain't bad, is it?
Monday, February 26, 2007
Are you ready
CREED
Hey, Mr. Seeker hold on to this advice
If you keep seeking you will find
Don't want to follow
Down roads been walked before
It's so hard to find unopened doors
Are you ready? Are you ready?
For whats to come...Oh I said Are you ready?
Are you Ready?...For whats to come
Hey, Mr. Seeker hold on to this advice
If you keep seeking you will find
Don't want to follow
Down roads been walked before
It's so hard to find unopened doors
Are you ready? Are you ready?
For whats to come...Oh I said Are you ready?
Are you Ready?...For whats to come
Sunday, February 25, 2007
GYM CARRY
This is unbelievable, I was finally able to carry myself to the gym!!!!
Apart from the general condition as explained earlier, lotsa characters were present, viz. a 50 yr extremely enthu aunty dressed in traditional clothes and doing high five with the instructor after each set, a really pained 10 yr chuuby cute little girl with a perennial "get me out of this miserable place" look, a ladeej only instructor whose only qualification for a gym instructor seemed to be her gender, my instructor for whom even the gender thing won't work, and last but not the least me, the oversized gorilla who was being made to do some kinda mizo-naga folk dance in the name of what they call "cardio". And the fact that in between a really shapely female wud sit right next to me and keep on smiling while my belly was doing break dance didn't help matters at all.
Excuses, excuses, excuses............
Apart from the general condition as explained earlier, lotsa characters were present, viz. a 50 yr extremely enthu aunty dressed in traditional clothes and doing high five with the instructor after each set, a really pained 10 yr chuuby cute little girl with a perennial "get me out of this miserable place" look, a ladeej only instructor whose only qualification for a gym instructor seemed to be her gender, my instructor for whom even the gender thing won't work, and last but not the least me, the oversized gorilla who was being made to do some kinda mizo-naga folk dance in the name of what they call "cardio". And the fact that in between a really shapely female wud sit right next to me and keep on smiling while my belly was doing break dance didn't help matters at all.
Excuses, excuses, excuses............
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
"Jeem"
One week later.
This time I have finished a kachauri-sabzi & jalebi before writing this blog. Hey hey, I am still very serious about the "jeem", u see.....
This time I have finished a kachauri-sabzi & jalebi before writing this blog. Hey hey, I am still very serious about the "jeem", u see.....
Sunday, February 11, 2007
BAWDY Language
Given that I decided to continue with my locks for a little longer, I thought it may be a good idea to give Hrithik Roshan a scare and I headed to the nearest Gym in my area to get registered.
I had seen it from outside a couple of times & didn't expect much from it anyways (it had a banner saying "Get a guaranteed fit body within 3 weeks" etc).
At the reception, I got an instant feel of being at the sankat-mochan temple given the deluge of chappal-jootas outside it. Anyways, I was positively distracted by a pair of girls at the desk. This was rather unusual to have girls doing the receptionist's job in a gym. My dreams were shattered rather quickly by the usual irritating "haan, bolun" by an over-smiling budding body builder (BBB) type character. The girls were there to for registration themselves (Aha!!!).
A look inside the gym was enough to make you sentimental if you happen to be one of the "miss-the-ol'-times" types. The newest equipment would have been from the early 70's, I am making a guess 'coz I havn't seen anything like that since I have been born.
All in all, this was a usual 3 BHK converted, the drawing hall comprised of the reception, a sorta crunch-machine, and some equipment which made a girl working on it look more like a jazz wannabe.
The Dining hall had the main workout equipment, it was so decrepited that I really wondered if it could take my 104 kgs if I sat on it.
The cramped bedroom was the "Wait-(I'm)-training" room with another set of BBB characters almost in a queue.
The reception guy then showed me the sauna room (yeah, no prizes for guessing, it was the usual baalti & mugga waala bathroom) and with a sheepish smile told me "dada, ishka ekshtra lagega". No wonder, it looked like a soona-room.
I could also hear some dhik-chik dhik-chik music from behind the curtain of the remaining room, guess that would have been the ladeeeeej only Aerobic room.
Given the lack of available choices, my ever protruding belly & sense of guilt, and a good number of girls in the gym, I decided to register. This was yesterday.
Today, I woke up at ~12 (the gym closes by 1pm on sundays) and in between writing this blog, have gobbled a "kachauri-sabzi" + aloo paratha + gobi paratha.
Thank god, they only charge 281/- per month!!!
I had seen it from outside a couple of times & didn't expect much from it anyways (it had a banner saying "Get a guaranteed fit body within 3 weeks" etc).
At the reception, I got an instant feel of being at the sankat-mochan temple given the deluge of chappal-jootas outside it. Anyways, I was positively distracted by a pair of girls at the desk. This was rather unusual to have girls doing the receptionist's job in a gym. My dreams were shattered rather quickly by the usual irritating "haan, bolun" by an over-smiling budding body builder (BBB) type character. The girls were there to for registration themselves (Aha!!!).
A look inside the gym was enough to make you sentimental if you happen to be one of the "miss-the-ol'-times" types. The newest equipment would have been from the early 70's, I am making a guess 'coz I havn't seen anything like that since I have been born.
All in all, this was a usual 3 BHK converted, the drawing hall comprised of the reception, a sorta crunch-machine, and some equipment which made a girl working on it look more like a jazz wannabe.
The Dining hall had the main workout equipment, it was so decrepited that I really wondered if it could take my 104 kgs if I sat on it.
The cramped bedroom was the "Wait-(I'm)-training" room with another set of BBB characters almost in a queue.
The reception guy then showed me the sauna room (yeah, no prizes for guessing, it was the usual baalti & mugga waala bathroom) and with a sheepish smile told me "dada, ishka ekshtra lagega". No wonder, it looked like a soona-room.
I could also hear some dhik-chik dhik-chik music from behind the curtain of the remaining room, guess that would have been the ladeeeeej only Aerobic room.
Given the lack of available choices, my ever protruding belly & sense of guilt, and a good number of girls in the gym, I decided to register. This was yesterday.
Today, I woke up at ~12 (the gym closes by 1pm on sundays) and in between writing this blog, have gobbled a "kachauri-sabzi" + aloo paratha + gobi paratha.
Thank god, they only charge 281/- per month!!!
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Dream Theatre
He seemed no different from the rest
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy
He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
And steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell
As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
But in every other way he was fine
He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell
A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell
He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time
As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine
He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell
A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell
Just a healthy normal boy
His mama always did her best
And he was daddy's pride and joy
He learned to walk and talk on time
But never cared much to be held
And steadily he would decline
Into his solitary shell
As a boy he was considered somewhat odd
Kept to himself most of the time
He would daydream in and out of his own world
But in every other way he was fine
He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell
A temporary catatonic
Madman on occasion
When will he break out
Of his solitary shell
He struggled to get through his day
He was helplessly behind
He poured himself onto the page
Writing for hours at a time
As a man he was a danger to himself
Fearful and sad most of the time
He was drifting in and out of sanity
But in every other way he was fine
He's a Monday morning lunatic
Disturbed from time to time
Lost within himself
In his solitary shell
A momentary maniac
With casual delusions
When will he be let out
Of his solitary shell
Friday, February 09, 2007
Is it possible
Regarding an earlier post "something is wrong....", the use of option 3.
Basic tenet of socialism - Equality
Basic tenet of capitalism (indirect though) - shareholder value maximization
Ideal world - Totally capitalistic, free market, everyone having equal share-holdings
Lo kar lo maximization!!!!
Asuumption is then - Its not a zero-sum game......? Hmmm, I guess that's the question to be answered/justified
Basic tenet of socialism - Equality
Basic tenet of capitalism (indirect though) - shareholder value maximization
Ideal world - Totally capitalistic, free market, everyone having equal share-holdings
Lo kar lo maximization!!!!
Asuumption is then - Its not a zero-sum game......? Hmmm, I guess that's the question to be answered/justified
Intrusion
The west has intruded, at least my stomach, considering that my staple diet is sub-marine sandwich + cappuciono as lunch & pizza + soft-drink as dinner, daily without 'naaga'. Only place, the swadeshi gets in is the office-ke-paas-waala bhelpuri stall, again 'fast food'.....
leaving aside my extremely disciplined lifestyle issues, I am just wondering, how come 'ready-to-deliver', 'fresh-to-eat' 'hasslle-free' food category belongs pretty much solely to the videshi food category?? Is there a "Need" which can be satisfied??? Any takers, am shelling out ideas for free.....
leaving aside my extremely disciplined lifestyle issues, I am just wondering, how come 'ready-to-deliver', 'fresh-to-eat' 'hasslle-free' food category belongs pretty much solely to the videshi food category?? Is there a "Need" which can be satisfied??? Any takers, am shelling out ideas for free.....
Something's wrong somewhere
A to & fro to Park street from my place in a taxi - ~400/-
My house-helper's salary - 500/- (which I am told, is overpaying)
Option -
1. Start using the usual "left-tilted" buses
2. Increase the salary
3. Try to link it to some fancy socio-economic theory & go to sleep
4. Write a philisophical blog about it, make it look funny & feel great about my sense of humour
No prizes for guessing, of course.......
My house-helper's salary - 500/- (which I am told, is overpaying)
Option -
1. Start using the usual "left-tilted" buses
2. Increase the salary
3. Try to link it to some fancy socio-economic theory & go to sleep
4. Write a philisophical blog about it, make it look funny & feel great about my sense of humour
No prizes for guessing, of course.......
Does it really go round & round & round.........
This was a short-lived post which I have edited now......basically it was about job satisfaction, and my cribs......hehe u missed it
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Race-is-some-crap
"fu*&in Paki".......that's what SS was allegedly called on the big brother show.....whats the big deal? what if she were called some MC/BC/k*tiya etc on big boss.....why do we have to be extra senti on abuses with a hint of racism??? an abuse is an abuse, that's it..why favour one over the other.......
All in all, she/channel 4 should be thankful for all the media hype the two words have garnered for them
a much better and yummily sarcastic post at http://www.xanga.com/professionalcynic
All in all, she/channel 4 should be thankful for all the media hype the two words have garnered for them
a much better and yummily sarcastic post at http://www.xanga.com/professionalcynic
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
We're all alike, aren't we?
This is a true story
I have two colleagues TR & KS in our Business Analyst group
TR happenens to get introduced to an "Xtreme Bong" Manager (XBM). The conversation goes like -
(XBM) to TR - "So, you are like KS?"
TR [(taken aback a bit by the straight-fwdness (or its lack) of the question] - "No, I'm not!!"
XBM (surprised) - "O, but I thought you are also a Business Analyst!!!!!!!!"
Too much.....sahi mein...mazaa aa gaya
I have two colleagues TR & KS in our Business Analyst group
TR happenens to get introduced to an "Xtreme Bong" Manager (XBM). The conversation goes like -
(XBM) to TR - "So, you are like KS?"
TR [(taken aback a bit by the straight-fwdness (or its lack) of the question] - "No, I'm not!!"
XBM (surprised) - "O, but I thought you are also a Business Analyst!!!!!!!!"
Too much.....sahi mein...mazaa aa gaya
Sunday, February 04, 2007
It Ain't About How Hard You Hit
Well Rocky is back with Balboa and so am I after the usual long hiatus.
We seem to have a lot in common, big, like to pack a punch , and we keep coming back....only he seems to be a bit fitter.....
Anyways, watched the movie today, not planned though.....
I have seen two of the Rocky movies before and it was so long back that I can't remember which ones were they, but this one did live up to my expectations
Forcibly senti, but given the Rocky legacy, one won't mind that, Sly is pretty much at his best, though why did he chose to join the ring again is not built up as convincingly, but nevertheless the rest of the movie has been handled well.
Rocky wants to come back as he is still left with something inside, wants to let go of the beast, once & for all, so what next then after the fight? Rocky, the grandpa??
Had seen GURU coupla weeks ago, sat thro' a hindi movie for full 3 hrs after a long time.
Good performance by AB Jr. no doubt, hez come a long way definitely but I still feel it was more the director's touch. The movie holds on somehow, though it could have definitely done without the unnecessary Mallika sherawat sequence. When will hindi cinema get over this whole naach-gana sequence, damn, are we that primitive??
On the flip side, it was really disappointing to see a mature director like Mani Ratnam to have introduced a lot of characters without proper justification and then leave them in a lurch while the movie carries on. Specifically Mithun Da, who was effortlessly brilliant in whatever little footage he got (without any character justification & build-up), and Vidya balan, she seemed to be present only to show the "he has a heart too" for Guru bhai, and that she's crippled etc was a liitle to mushy. Thankfully, shez dead before it got really annoying.
What else, there seems to be some cheap cashing-on the AB-Aish pairing, certain unnecessary intimate scenes between them seem to suggest that Mani was aware of the timing of their enagagement & the relase of Guru.
We seem to have a lot in common, big, like to pack a punch , and we keep coming back....only he seems to be a bit fitter.....
Anyways, watched the movie today, not planned though.....
I have seen two of the Rocky movies before and it was so long back that I can't remember which ones were they, but this one did live up to my expectations
Forcibly senti, but given the Rocky legacy, one won't mind that, Sly is pretty much at his best, though why did he chose to join the ring again is not built up as convincingly, but nevertheless the rest of the movie has been handled well.
Rocky wants to come back as he is still left with something inside, wants to let go of the beast, once & for all, so what next then after the fight? Rocky, the grandpa??
Had seen GURU coupla weeks ago, sat thro' a hindi movie for full 3 hrs after a long time.
Good performance by AB Jr. no doubt, hez come a long way definitely but I still feel it was more the director's touch. The movie holds on somehow, though it could have definitely done without the unnecessary Mallika sherawat sequence. When will hindi cinema get over this whole naach-gana sequence, damn, are we that primitive??
On the flip side, it was really disappointing to see a mature director like Mani Ratnam to have introduced a lot of characters without proper justification and then leave them in a lurch while the movie carries on. Specifically Mithun Da, who was effortlessly brilliant in whatever little footage he got (without any character justification & build-up), and Vidya balan, she seemed to be present only to show the "he has a heart too" for Guru bhai, and that she's crippled etc was a liitle to mushy. Thankfully, shez dead before it got really annoying.
What else, there seems to be some cheap cashing-on the AB-Aish pairing, certain unnecessary intimate scenes between them seem to suggest that Mani was aware of the timing of their enagagement & the relase of Guru.
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