!! Let's have a post !!

Jaane kanha gaye woh din, kehte the teri raah mein nazron ko hum bichanyenge...

anyhow...this was the song I was singing today in the lab....in past few days so much is happening...

shall give you a brief insight...lets see how much everybody can make out....its sth like my previous post only....

Nashe mein kon nahin hai mujhe batayo jara, kise hai hosh mere saamne to layo jara....

tere aane ki khaber sun ker, humne fir khuda ke darwaze dastak di,
Woh aaker aaj phir muskuraya, aur tu sarhad se he wapas ho gayi....

I don't know why, now a days I donot get sleep till alte in the night, it takes a real effort on my part to get some sleep and that is why I feel lazy in office and then have a nap after lunch in Lab it self...some how our lab has become notorious for this...Ppl coming and completing there afternoon nap... :) I dont know how come everybody in office knows about it....Now a days ppl from different teams come to us for a permanent appointment for power nap in Lab :)

anyhow that is how the office is going and at home O lord !! all-together different drama....2 weeks back I was fighting to get a proper rentable house in chennai, now when I got one, there is another tension of furnishing it....As of now the problem is if I furnish it well, like the way I want to ...I shall be shelling out sth in the range of a lakh ...but then till when I shall be here in chennai....The problem is that if I am at India office, I am not profitable...or say not so much profitable for these guys...so I am here so that I get married ASAP and kicked out of the nation to earn profit....so the fight is huge...too much internal fight is going on too much of confusions and too many options...

Another fight is also there...I have started feeling that I need someone to talk to....Since I was living alone...the mobile bills have shot upto 7k per month...every week i shall have a prepaid card of 1500/- and finish it off...talking where...to home, to so called friends and then finally only 3-4 friends with whom I can chit chat anytime and about anything...no mask nothing....

Let's see how to settle this....Lately i was hearing this term...CTC- Cost to Company...then I coined the term...CTY - Cost to yourself....How much one spends in a month to keep oneself happy and delighted...In my case this CTY is huge....ppl say...it's greater than the CTC of huge of Software Engineers...But even then there is huge fight to be happy and chuckling :)

Some new freshers joined the team....O Lord!! the Aptitude level is getting degraded like anything....Ppl donot even know what's the voltage rating we get in house ...when one guy claimed that we get 240 V DC ...I lost control and scolded the whole batch...It's been after 2 year approx that I have lost my TEMPER....I felt bad for 2 days that I lost it....anyhow but after this it took almost a week so that these freshers gain confidence to come and talk freely...after some of these have to take my tasks someday....

Today I am planning to go for Dandiya... :) Lets see how it goes !!

How dare you kiss in Chennai?

How dare you kiss in Chennai?

October 03, 2005 - It was published at http://in.rediff.com/news/2005/oct/03sw.htm 

Chennai, the city of auto majors Ford, Hyundai, BMW, Ashok Leyland. Chennai, the city of software majors TCS, Wipro, Infosys, Xansa.

Chennai, the city of several engineering colleges and thousands of engineering students.

Chennai, the city where the country's first six-lane information technology expressway is under construction.

Chennai, the city of the Big Brother.

Scene One

A park in Chennai. A young teenage boy and a girl are sitting on a bench munching peanuts. The distance between them slowly reduces, and the boy puts his hand on the girl's shoulder and draws her close to him. They are still talking and munching peanuts. No, they are not about to kiss, but their physical proximity is such that they can. That is, if Big Brother does not turn up. And he does.

The terrified kids jump up.

"What are you two doing here?" asks Big Brother.

"Nothing…" the boy stammers.

"Nothing? What nothing? You are doing something," Big Brother thunders.

"We were talking and eating peanuts," the boy's voice is barely audible.

"What? Can't you talk loudly?" Big Bother's voice is so loud that the two young things clasp hands in fright.

"Take your hands off her." Big Brother whacks the boy with his baton so hard that his eyes fill with tears. The girl has already started crying.

"No tears. No crying. Don't you know boys and girls are not supposed to sit so close to each other and hold hands in a public place?"

The boy wants to ask 'What's wrong in us sitting close and holding hands?'

"Don't say she's your girl friend?"

The boy nods.

"Girlfriend and boyfriend? What is this world coming to? Come on, get into the jeep. I am taking you two into custody."

Moral of the story: If you are in Chennai, never sit on a park bench with your girlfriend or boyfriend. And, most importantly, never hold hands. It is not part of the great Chennai Culture.

Scene 2

A party in the discotheque of a luxury hotel. Loud chatter, louder music. Couples dancing merrily on the floor. The music gets louder and the dancers more passionate. Bodies intertwine. Soon, some lips lock.

Enter Big Brother on the dance floor.

"Stop!" his voice booms, but the music is too loud. He keeps shouting, but no one can hear him. He rushes towards the DJ console and terrorises the DJ into stopping the music.

The romantic world of the couples shatters.

Big Brother jumps onto a chair and shouts, "What's this? What's going on here? Don't you have any respect for this great city, and its great culture?"

"What's he saying?" A woman whispers as she comes out of the trance.

"You people better listen to me. This is a great city..."

"How many times will he say that?" Another woman laughs.

"The culture of the city is so great that here, no woman and man should hug each other in public, nobody should dance like mad people. You should learn to dance Bharata Natyam. That's our culture, and not this. Here, no man and woman kiss each other in a public place."

"This is not a public place. This is a hotel, and this is a dance floor," an angry young man shouts back.

"I will arrest you for insulting our great culture. No man and woman should kiss in a hotel even if they are husband and wife. You will be arrested if you do that. Today, I, the Big Brother, forgive you," he jumps off the chair and walks away.

Moral of the story: In Chennai, you should not go to a dance party unless it is Bharata Natyam. You should not kiss your spouse even if you are dancing the Bharata Natyam. You should respect the great culture and traditions of the city.

Scene 3

An engineering college campus. Three students are summoned to the principal's room to appear before a panel of five teachers whose duty is to question 'immoral' students and punish them. The students' fault; they are wearing short, sleeveless tops and tight jeans, and they were caught talking to boys.

"What kind of dress are you wearing? Were you seducing the boys when we caught you? Don't come crying to us if you get raped. If you dress like this, anything can happen. Remember, this kind of indecent dress is not allowed in this city and in this college, understand? Now, go home and get Rs 500 as fine for wearing sleeveless top and tight jeans. If you want good jobs in good companies, you should learn to dress properly, and also learn not to flirt with boys," The teachers shout at the girls.

Once the girls are done with, five boys are called in. They also undergo a dressing down for 'wearing dark coloured shirts,' 'talking to girls' and 'flirting with them'.

"You people will never see even the gates of an IT company," the jury declares.

Moral of the story: If you are an engineering student in Chennai, you should dress 'decently' and never talk to the opposite sex. That is, if you want a good job in a good company.

Scene 4

Angry women demonstrating -- with brooms and flip flops -- in front of a movie actress' house. The women shout unprintable abuses, spit on the gate, burn her effigy.

In an interview, the actress had advised people of the city to have safe sex. She had pooh poohed the idea of pre-marital virginity as an essential virtue.

"You dirty woman, you insulted our great culture. How dare you live here? We will banish you to the Andamans," roars the mob.

Moral of the story: If you are a woman living in Chennai, a city that has Big Brothers who flaunt their several wives/mistresses as proof of their wealth and social status, never talk about sex, sexually transmitted diseases, HIV, AIDS, condoms or virginity.

Scene 5

The bedroom of a newlywed couple. It is an unusually cool night, and passion is running high. As they are about to kiss, the voice of Big Brother booms.

"Stop!"

They stop in mid-kiss. "But why? We are husband and wife. We are not in a park. We are not on the dance floor of a hotel. We are in our bedroom. Can't we have some privacy in here too?"

"No, Big Brother is watching you. You should abstain from sex today."

"But why?" The couple dare to question the Big Brother.

"Today is Thursday, the day of abstinence." Big Brother announces.

"Can we have at least one kiss?" they plead.

"No kiss today. You can kiss on Mondays and Wednesdays and can have sex on Fridays and Sundays. This is Big Brother's order. Remember, Big Brother is watching."

****

No, this is not an adaptation of George Orwell's 1984. This is 2005, and the city is Chennai.

Yes, Chennai, the city that has blah blah blah.

Clocking the omen of being Clocked

I don't know how this thought came to my mind, but the thought was smart enough to be tried.

I felt like, the watch in my hand makes a difference on how I spend my day, how I behave and results I achieve thus.

So to confirm, for around a fortnight, I was unclocked, kept my old "Swatch" at home, and started living with any watch in hand...O lord !! what a fortnight it was, all was misaligned, it felt like I have opened the pandora box....things were getting out of hand....

so after that fornight I was forced to start wearing the watch in hand....My Swatch was out of battery and I always wanted to wear my new Eco drive :).

Thus here am I, wearing my very own Gift to on my own birthday...and I should accept, things have really changed a lot...

Though I donot believe in Superstitions, but I do have my own list of omens.

This is recently added...

To Clock all the luck and life, I should always wear a clock....

The Comic Project

The Comic Project

Addy of Murphy fame forwarded the link and its amazing...

These guys are scanning almost all of Indrajal Comics (Phantom, Mandrake, Bahadur and alikes) and publishing on the blog...

!! Hail Blog Community... !! Thy shall live forever... !!

One comment over this blog for the owner was "May you are blessed with the Mark of Phantom" ...I wish the same for them ....Keep it up folks....

That's the Way

We Software Engineers see it every day

Mera Wala Manager

One fine evening I received a call, which started something like this, "MC BC UKP....dost shaher mein aaya hua hai kuch khaber hai ki nahin"

Oh Lord so finally mera wala manager i.e NITYN is here....he came all the way from his Mgmt college to chennai to attend a wedding of his friend and was roaming around at that time, Next day was Onam...Holiday...what a timing....

But Hirdu has to come to office for some time and He also need to finish of his chores in chennai so we decided to meet around 3 PM at barista....

I was there right on time...and there he was....smiling in white kurta and Jeans on a Byke....WTF...this guy is superman or wat....I am in chennai for around 2 months now and He is the one came yesterday and is on byke ....Grrr !!

All about Global Management...he said....How can I forget he was there in chennai for 4 Years and managed eveything...okay so now I donot have wonder where and how to roam around ...

Hop on and zip zap zoom ...there we are....at FabIndia....then a round at spensor...will I ever spell it right...anyhow...doesn't matter...okay 2 more guys there...one still techie...another took salvation in MBA....

Have dinner :) too much of good food is bad for health... :) chalo phir to mahashay raat ka program...abe savere flight hai 6 baje....so what....okayyyy...Only BEER...ya ya ya .....

BEER....in a guest house....techies managers...would be manager....and SHUT THE FU*K UP....

Longest ever discussion to gratify and coin the term "Technical Art"...that is wat satisfy the soul....

Morning 3 Am...still awake...Okay sleep for 1 hour and then ....

Bid Gud Bye around 5:30...Me still a one eye opener :) so shall chat or talk bye C YA...

Later in the day..."Janta Global Marti hai...Humne total Global khela...and this Bottle's design is just an Art...and the taste is wat we call as "technical Art"...and Just shake it up and it shall blow... :)

!! Annoymously Annonymous !!

Title seems too farfetched after reading the post :) lemme see how many can make out "Why" in the title, I shall try the best to implode the effect in post :)

Last weekend watch 2 movies. "Salaam Namaste & James" - Sunday afternoon I went for these. Was waiting for my friends to arrive at the Cinema hall. I was early as usual. Chennai has kicked hard on my puntcuality, without own vehicle in here, I am either too late to arrive or too early.

Anyhow this time I was just 30 min early, thinking what to do now for next 30 min....I entered in to Fabindia showroom nearby. "Kurtas are good, good color, fabric is cotton ofcourse, let me buy one"...270/- okay no probs, and then somehow started exploring...wow !! these bedsheets looks great...Oh these are for Double Bed, I donot have one...No probs, ask that gal over there at the counter..."Hey Do you have similar stuff for single bed.."...Wow!! these ones are better....350/- for single bed sheet...hmmm...okay gimme two....Oh Lord !! So many times it had happened....This impulsive shopping shall kill some day....just to pass 30 min...expenditure is around 1000/-

Don't know why for the first time in my working career, I am afraid of spending money...there is so much to do and money spins everything around...but to spin anything, it needs to be spinned...

Tried for Gas Cylinder for 3 weeks....Grrr !! This city is Pathetic....Getting a Cylinder is tiresome...okay ...login to Rediff shopping...buy this Hot plate...Billed 5100/- oops....

Returning to home...yesterday...walking...alone....A shadow apear almost in front. A poor girl is walking besides her bicycle, there were tears in her eyes...smears around her cheeks, flowing from her big round eyes...the sense of surprise in her eyes....O lord !! Why ?, such beautiful eyes...Weaping ...??

Moved ahead, there's a old man sitting alone on the bench adjacent to his house....lost he seems....as I cross him, He rises...and with shaking legs moves besides me....he seems to be waiting for the Angel of Death....But still ...There is some hope around....

There is nothing much on TV...think about tommorow's meeting....shall go to office...a collegue is returning from US...He shall bring in chocolates tommorow...

Its around midnight...already finished "Suraj ka Saatwan Ghoda"..moving ahead with thick "Yugandhar". What's the use if I clear PMI...its costly...."When in doubt...talk finance"....TV is muted....the room is silent...

Logic says should sleep, but there no sleep in eyes....O Lord...That's not going to happen...I am not insomanic...

The girl's eyes....where have seen similar eyes...not the tears...the eyes....long long back...on the way to Engg college...She boarded from ITO...Crowded....No no...the grace is missing...O ya...Birla Mandir...Vatika...She was sitting opposite..in Pink suit...Long hairs....Me and my friend bunked from Coaching exam... :) Bunking.... :) Where she might be these days ?....

I should marry now...before it's late...but none of the profile is okay it seems... anyhow ... marriages are made in heaven....but I am at WAR...may be its the truce time...

No Never....Let it be...The phenomenon is called Ninnyanve ka pher (The circle of Ninety-Nine), once in you can never escape...so what...

Shut it down..."Yugandher" is almost half way done...okay if I finish it tonight...what shall I read tommorow...

There is so much to be written...One more story....is about to come...No body should die, at least in the story I control...but then its not real...I die everyday....evey single moment one waits for death...then why no body plans for it...

"Looking for working professional why ?" - this is what is asked..."You earn in millions, right ?"...WHOSE LIABILITY IS MY WIFE IF I DIE, YOUNG ?

"Chennai kaahe Pahuch Gaye Lalla? - Why the heck you moved to chennai ?" - JUST TO EARN A LITTLE SPACE TO TURN AROUND.

Chalo let's see ... ??