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You do feel proud to be associated with such a person. So many of his batchmates like me, got lured by corporates - He decided against it. He has started "Samriddhi" - which delivers vegetables to the customers in association with vendors and farmers. He has involved every stakeholder in the entire value chain. Foremost he decided to go back to his roots - in Bihar - and pull it off.

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My Motorcycle Diaries.

My Cellphone was incessant. The whole world breaks lose to disturb my beauty sleep, which anyways has long alured me since I moved outta college.

"Hello" A very impatient worried voice replied "Sir, there are people around with flags. Shouting and there is chaos. They want the warehouse shut"

There was no manager available and people down the rung didn't know how to face the adversity.

"Shut it and ask all of the workers to move out. We will start work in the evening"
Sukumar Pal, the Loss Prevention Officer who happened to be the localite, dealt with the crowd and coolly handled the situation. He got the shutters pulled down and sealed. Except for the security everyone was goarded off from the site.

After that, what followed, was an ugly day of phone calls all of which were answered with the explanations on future coarse of action on how deliveries to the stores can't be made today. It's been the second consecutive day of Bandh/strike called by Political parties. It had crippled productivity and to beat the blues, I was getting some work done by shutting the warehouse from outside while inside workers were going bout their work as usual. In the Repacking centre, all women workers had also turned up and production was up to meet the surge in demand and sales in the stores. Only, some localites got a faint idea what was going on inside and soon a crowd gathered there and demanded immediate closure.

Its been an year since I walked out of college and since then its been a roller coaster (..shouldn't I name this article The Rollercoaster Diaries). This wasn't a unique morning, but just a part of series of challenges thrown in past one year while living in THE COMMUNIST BASTION in India - Kolkata.

Only this time, the strike (Bandh) has been called to protest the Price hike in petrochem. The reasons for bandhs don't matter anymore. Every month we are plagued by 2 to three days of strike in this part of the country. The Party ruling the state and the opposition are equally vehement about protests and thats the way they do it - "Jay, the more ya sleep the more ya reap."

You may lose time but your deliverable in modern corporate ain't lowered. At times it frustrates and at times it makes you smile. There is a shining Indian story and there is this part still living with communist ideologies...

... and then there is Jay who can talk about the economics of price hike and inflation..

lol BullShit. "Chalbe Na" Shut the F@#$ up and sleep.

[In this era of celeb blogs - I donno how many are gonna read it. But hey! do gimme credit for a hungry man, who could not pile up his ration before the bandh took effect and all shops were shut, has written it :) ]

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Meeting Murrrugan.

"The wings of the plane kissed the terra firma and I woke up to my nervousness of having reached a city,I have never been b4. I slowly made my way outta the airport and found my cabbie waiting for me with a banner in his hand screaming my company's name. I lodged myself in the comfort of the car and soon my cabbie shot,"Wherre to, Sirr?"

"T. Nagar, Sivaji Ganeshan Road"
The smile on the cabbie's face broadens and he pounces on me with a barrage of beamers. " Ganeshaan Sirr.. etc etc etc .... MGR.. me .. Acctorr..." I nodded as if I was as attentative as I was in my biology classes when reproductive system was being explained.
Soon, the cabbie was at his work-lights, Camera,Action-Flassh moves his hands, flassh he folds his sleeves. Flassh he turns it towards me and flassh he points to a tattoo which said MGR.
"..me MGR..Sarr"

lolz lolz lolz.. I rolled my eyes and wondered- the craziness has been underrated.
This is Chennai for yo, me and all.. and its reputation for craziness about movies and movie stars precedes it. Actors like MGR, Sivaji Ganeshan, Kamala Hasan and none otha than Sivaji the Boss have ruled the imagination and fascination of the masses for ever. This is also the city of Balu(Slim), Don and Geela.
The Rest of the day was spent sleeping in the hotel room. (Damn!! was I scared to venture out .. may be I was.) Finally, in the evening, I decided to go out to City centre (its THE Mall here), Shopped, checked out a few gals (it was hard to come by in the ocean of men), browsed through some books in Landmark,ate at KFC and came back.

@ LANDMARK BOOKSTORE and @KFC

While coming back to the hotel, I met Murrugan.. His sweet smile .. finished my day on a colorful note.


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To Tie a Knot.. not not.

A few years back when a friend of mine had flippantly mentioned that the sole pupose of walking the world for such agonizingly long yrs is to produce and leave ur heir; I argued hard against it. Today however, I have been into circumstances that I have started more than believing in it. The whole world is crumbling around me.
80% of my B.Tech mates are married now. Some of them have children :O. Done and dusted..A month back we finished our post grad. and about 20% of the nerds took the plunge as soon as the agony of 2 yrs ended. Phoney, Cole, Anush, Daga.. and the list goes on. I came back and been resting at home.. but signs from the almighty doesnt blip for a second. For continuous two weeks all they would flash on TV is some Celeb Marriage. An Abhishek married an Aishwarya. An Arun Nayar married some Liz Hurley. People say this Liz. and Aish are beautiful women. I smile and shrugg my shoulders.
But, the occult wisdom of the mother earth doesn't stop revealing itself here. As I was back, I visited some of my school friends' families. All they talked about is Marriage-marriage-marriage. Being in the wrong side of 25 is an awesome torture for single males here in India. So, there is this aunt whom, I have been advising on her family matters since, I was in class 8th. her son studied with me for 8 yrs in school. Now, her son is working in an engineering corporation and people r bugging her to get his son married of.. All she did was to discuss the marriage proposals with me.. " THis person has got 3 daughters and 3 sons and he owns 6 small diagnostic centres. Do u thnk he would be able to give enough (read dowry)... afterall I need all the expenses covered up...".

Court. copulate and produce.

My mailbox has started receiving excessive spams of viagra and cialis ads. When it rains it really pains :((.
I am trying to shield myself away from all such alliance tendencies but as i finish this post real fast... someone has just handed a marriage invitation card to me.
(I wanted to add so many things but, in cafe, I can't concentrate and the end result is such a poor post... anyways.)

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The Return of Prodigal Son

Once upon a time there was a king. He ruled an empire which was fast losing its shine and energy. It seemed to be falling down in the dumps. The king would spend time playing chess with a machine, a new technology which was brought to him from an alien land. The machine was referred to by the messenger from far west as the computer. The frustration of not being able to beat the silly machine never got on to the king and he played chess endlessly.

His queen, the mighty woman who stayed with him in his thick and thin would go by the day’s rituals patiently. She would cook, wash and express her dissatisfaction over the shitty work the housekeeper does. Often, to break the monotone she would complain to the King to move to the nearby summer capital Ranchi (also a hill station). The king would brush aside all such expectations. The king was too happy to live in the heat and mistreat, that his castle would bring to him. He in fact wanted to add one more floor to the magnanimity, he called his castle.Why not? He so dearly himself designed the castle.

Designing was one of his old passions. When his fellow princes would go to hunting he would sketch towers on his drawing board. Only now (he is not a public servant anymore) that designing doesn’t earn him any revenue, else he owes his complete pension fund to an engineers' work. Even today people come and ask to design their houses, but they no more pay him and take it for granted, considering it a genuine help the King is willing to offer selflessly. The cost of such a service has surpassed the goodwill it generates. The new machine that his prince had once introduced to him is a wily old creature in designing too, however; the king hates such mechanical interference in his work.

More often than not he finds himself indulging in “remote fights” with his queen.(Its both fighting for the remote control of television and fighting from a distance). Ask him to look 6 yrs back, and he would laugh; ‘cause then he used to tease his lovely queen about the crappy soaps she used to watch. Now, he himself has fallen prey to the web that these family dramas spin. Slaves inform us that they often get bored watching each other and arguments or little fights are just a pass time.

Recently, the queen has seen a buzz in her feet. The King has renovated his castle and pruned all the bushes in his garden, that he created by himself. They say their son is returning home triumphantly from the battlefield. The king took his old chariot, an old and legendary white ambassador, to the station to pick him up. After a bit of tom toming, the charioteer brought everyone home safely.

The prince, excited at the plans he had for his mother was brimming with happiness. He opened the gates and rushed towards his mom. He touched his mom's feet and hugged her. Sigh. Its been two years.

The prince picked her up in his arms and started dancing. The words of Led Zepp’s whole lotta love started ringing in his head. Before he could sing baby you need cooling.., the queen’s eyes lit up in excitement. She saw the companions of the prince in the chariot. There was this little niece of the prince who had come along with him. The queen rushed towards the kid and picked him in her arms. Then she yelled “Say hello grandma”.

The prince thinks … oh! There goes my share of love. Then he turns back and looks at the kid and smiles.

The prince is played by your own Jay. The King is his dear dad and the almighty queen is his mom.

Though the prince couldn’t sing the Led Zepp number; he soon would and he would don a 70s show attire and would belt the guitar and would record it and sing...

You need cooling.
Baby I am not fooling
I am gonna send ya back to schooling
Way way inside, honey you need
I am gonna give u my love
I am gonna give u my love

yeeey
Whole lotta love
Whole lotta love

(Imagine, you singing this to a middle aged Indian housewife who doesn't even know there is world of rock that exists in the same planet..)

Foot note: By the time Jay posted this on his blog.....King's affection for his son was on a wane...and was back to doing his disciplinarian act like scolding for sleeping till 10 in the morning, not taking a bath till 1 pm ..taking his lunch very late and yeah! not shutting his Laptop.

But, you know Jay ..right?.. Like father like son ... Old Habits die hard.mrgreen

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O Jay. Where art thou ?

"..been drinkin, sinkin and thinkin in Goa..got tanned like coal.. biked.......beer red wine white wine sea food sleeping on the rubber floater tattoo masti cards.. sand ....ab rehne de jay!!!"

This post was long due. The Goa trip had gobbled me into such laziness that I wd sit back like a sloth whole day in my room doin nothing but watching Prison Break and Rome.

Goa was an awesome trip. Danko and me left from Ahmedabad, Pankhi and Jhade Singh joined us in the trip...while, KayG and Tiru had already booked cottages for us in Palolem Beach. Palolem is among the top 10 beaches in the world. It features in the movie bourne supremacy. Palolem is 80 km down south from the other popular beaches near Panjim and hence the domestic crowd rarely indulges in the adventure. Thus, it remains one of the less crowded beaches and plenty of foreign tourist spend months in there. The Beach is really cool coz u walk two steps into the sea and u will have enough water to swim and there aren't forcefull currents that will take you away.

We hired bikes from Panjim city for 5 days. And hell!!!! I had been missing biking. I do love Pulsar DTS I. Its been two years since I quit my job, when I had biked to my satisfaction. Pulsar is the only bike that matches faintly the joyride of Yamaha RX 100.. By the time we hired it .. it was already evening .. and I had no idea that the road to Palolem is through the hills. The next 5 hrs was spent worrying about the twists and turns and dark jungles .. the journey threw upon me (occasionally), the cool breeze and a speed of 100 km/hr .. did give me some relief....

Unlike my other posts, this one sounds like a mundane travelogue. But, I can't muster enough energy to write the way I do.................. So, I will simply put some pics out here from the Goa trip and this anecdote :

The departure flight for Ahmedabad was to leave within an hour. I was waiting in the cab while Jhade had gone to pick other frnds and luggage. Suddenly the driver turns back and asks "So, did u enjoy Goa trip".. I said I did. He continued "been to Arambol beach. akkha nude beach saab. Udhar kya hai na.. usko dekho koi fikar naye... but dont stare for too long.. Side se dekhne ka ..and move on.. total firungs.(white ppl).. "

me: "Nah, didnt go there. Been to Palolem .. its similar and lotsa Israelis. And also to Agonda thats more secluded than others. udhar kya hai na RAVE PARTY bhi attend kiya, Every firung was dressed in white gown. Mast.. booze, grass and blah.."

My eye brows wd go up and down in coherence with the spicy details wherever it was required. The interest of the cab driver was providing me enough incentive to go on.

Cabbie: " umm Goa is like that. Poora Masti karne ka. Idhar Firung ko lagaya kya?" his voice dipped suddenly and he watched my facial expressions very keenly as if there hinges the mystery of all wisdom.

Me: " Nopes. nahin Lagaya" pause. "Arre tumne to lagaya hi hoga itne saal se reh rahe ho" (arre u must have screwed some white chicks, u have been living here for so long.

Cabbie: "haan Boss. Once.."
By that time pankhi, danko and Jhade had returned with all the luggage.

The cabbie opened the doors to help them but for a second he turned his head, smiled at me and sneaked in a few words: "Firung ko lagane ka alag maza hai. Agli baar aao aap." ( its a different experience experience with white females, u come next time ..;)



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The pregnant woman.

Once upon a time, when Jay had a plan (refer the previous post). Aliens launched a "crack attack".. blisters sprouted on the skin.. dark clouds covered the sky.. television had "Oprah" all day... Britney won a Grammy.. Bush got a third term.

**snap**

They started drinking too many too fast. shots after shots. Cranberry nectar packs were short. During the western choreo itself, peepu and G-spot made a mess of it. Peepu started rolling all over the floor. Dopey had more than a handful to hold. Rubby was trying to pacify everyone.
To cool everyone down, we came back to the canteen. sipping coffee and chit-chatting. Fashion parade was about to begun. Suddenly, the three men (Rubby, peepu and G-spot), expressed their desire to be taken to the room. Dopey took Peepu. Komal took G-spot and I took Rubby.

That was not a good idea.

Rubby puked all over. After that, I stayed in my room looking after Rubby. Meanwhile, Fashion Parade got over and Prestorika performed in my absence. Nextday, the remorse of missing out on the metal bands' bitch-slap-kick-ass music took over Rubby and he kept abusing me for not taking care of him. I kept wondering "wtf".

and yes The Caribbeans turned the tables and whipped the naked ass of Indians.

So, we decided not to drink and spoil our plans like this again (Still we had two days of concert to go). After delivering a baby, A pregnant woman always swears not to go through all that pain again.
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attach hangover persists.. everyone is feeling wasted . After the boring day, a round of fone calls start among the friends. I pinch everyone with a message : "I am the unconquered one as everyone else couldn't handle the vodka fest".

Rubby takes the bait: "bitch, I started drinking when u were in the womb".

"What do u say dopey, feel like drinking b4 the show?" "I just woke up and my head still hurts plus I have an assignment submission tomorrow". " ..picture two months ahead and everyone else has nothing else left in life but to watch data from Reuters on the computer screen. None of the friends would be around"

pause.pause.pause.
Dopey : " Can u get me some dope"

( Alas! After an year she gets pregnant again)


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The Goo, The Ba, and the Lee

Rating: *** (PG)
Soundtrack: Jay (Blatantly lifted from The Good, The Bad and The Ugly)

Play the mood:(the version which included my voice couldnt be uploaded on time sad, will do it later)



Epilogue: Its been only 3 days, I had arrived in this infamous land in relation to my work. Straighway, I was assigned a job in a remote town. I was about to leave the small roads of the city to join the highway. I could see millions trying to do so.. and my bad! all the other lanes except mine were under repairs. The lane was generous as it accommodated all of us, and then suddenly we saw right in front of us a guy on his horseback riding like a cowboy .. coming straight at us. (The other side of the road was logged coz of traffic the guy just switched over to wrong side). It was just the beginning as the land let me experience the WHOLE WILD WEST thereafter. It is also known as Bihar. This is just one of the stories narrated to me by a friend.

pencil Story: Jay had just withdrawn some money from the ATM and was rushing towards his home on his Yamaha RX 100. It was a posh locale, abuzz with crowd in the heart of the city. He took a right into the colony where he lived. Soon he could hear some words chasing him from the behind.

"He is the one. Bastard!!.. Lets beat the shit out of him. He is the one"
"No. No. I don't think this is the guy."
"No. I am telling ya. This mo fo is the one.. what are we waiting for"

Jay decides to check it out as to what was going on. He brings his road rider RX100 to a halt and looks back. Two men were approaching him. Suddenly they increased their pace and with a flash they surrounded him. One of them said: "take out cash. FAST"
As i move a bit I wake up to the gun pinching me near my kidney."

He pressed the gunpoint again to enforce the dictum. Jay takes out his wallet to get some cash. They snatch the wallet, move away, ride their bikes and only a trail of dust is left. People started surrounding a shell shocked Jay.

After 1 hr, Jay is home. A cousin of his is discussing the matter with him. Jay doesn't want to register a complaint. Cousin pressurizes him to do so. Then Jay informs that he did visit the police station but they refused to register it. Cousin immediately calls the Police Commissioner, who is a relative.
Commissioner takes a note and gets back to them after 15 min.: "get your complaint registered in the Police station".

At 10 pm, the inspector of the police station calls and asks" Sir. can u please come and register the F.I.R."
Jay refused rudely coz it was too late in the night. The inspector hangs up and calls in the morning again to continue with his request. This time jay decides to go and register the F.I.R.

Later in the day, the inspector calls again and says:"Sir. U can come to the Police station, we recovered your belongings".
Happy yet surprised, at the efficiency; Jay goes back to the police station where they hand over the wallet to him. All the documents were in place. The wallet looked as if was thrown in a garbage bin.He checks eagerly (there were some important documents and a hefty check in the wallet). All of them were in place. But, there was about Rs 5000 cash missing from the wallet. As he raised his face to inquire with the police inspector. The inspector interrupted: "You know, I had to chase the bastards and get your belongings. You should be happy u got atleast your wallet back." he followed it with a wide grin.

I decided not to argue any further and returned home. Later in the evening The commissioner called to ask if everything went fine. Jay informed him of the wallet and the missing Cash.
Commissioner responded with a tone laden with anger:"wtf. The cash was there in the wallet, when last reported to me." "Jay. wait.. I will get back to you later".

After one hour the inspector calls Jay again:"Sir, we have nabbed some of the goons and have got the cash from them. Can you please come and identify the offenders".

I mulled over the idea and decided to let it go.

Soon the commissioner called and asked whether he got his money back or not.
Jay replied:"Uncle let it go. Those 5000 bucks aren't much. If I identify the goons today, tomorrow they will nail me down and I can't go back to you every time. I am the one who has to live his life amongst these bastards."

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Horrorscope

I had intuitively vowed to myself not to type down anything unless I have something substantial to put in the blog. However, I can't find time or the energy to do a nice job (which requires a lot of effort on my part unlike others for whom things flow so naturally and they keep blogging cry.)

So, finally I have decided to leave just a footstep of insignificance. Lets open the cards one by one:

.Honed my dancing skills to "smooth criminal" again. I love the kid in the video.
.Have fed myself with a lot of grunge and metal. Been rediscovering the Seattle Bands. oh! and my usual dose of some Scandinavian stuff (Royksopp again). The lovely part about such bands is they bank on a promotion which comes by word of mouth and not big banners.
.I have failed an interview (don't stare at me).
.Passport office been making me run all over.
.Had too many classes (I wish didn't attend) and the profs are so good, that I end up attending their sessions rather than sleeping in my room even if I am tired.

.I am playing a commodity trading game for the second time. Yesterday, I made money on some crude oil futures. However, I think my team is lagging. Today evening the window opens again and I hope the Gold futures will fetch me some brownie points and good money. Phatlee, my other team mate has just informed me that he won't be able to accompany me during the trading session as he has some gay presentation to attend.

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attach Lastly, I leave you with this anecdote that a friend of mine shared during our usual 2 am CT (cafe tanstafal) get together:

Prof. Ravi Chandran had taken a bunch of 30 students on strat. Safari (an annual event where you get to visit the SEA nations and understand their sudden resurge and economic boom and a subsequent bust).

"CEO ,Johnson and Johnson, Malaysia has just delivered lecture and is involved in discussions with the students.
Amidst this serious discussion on economy, our usual CP* GOD has her itch and stands up to ask : "Sir, what are the best places to shop in Malaysia".

The frame shifts to the CEO. He smiles and stares blankly at prof Ravi Chandran.

Ravi Chandran tries some damage control measure (if wit is the greatest savior of all).

"Yeah, I know at times she asks difficult Questions"

*CP= Class participation, tendency of a student to speak in class to fetch some marks.

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A week of turmoil

The week just gone by has been crazy and it's nothing compared to the promise that the coming three weeks hold. I have had three things in life .. work, work and work rain.

I have been tired of answering ppl that I celebrated my Christmas "in the confines of the red brick walled college". Guess what? it was nothing to what has come up now.Rubby called me and informed me of plans for the 30th and 31st. He proposed to go to "Diu" and freak out for the two days with friends.
The state I live in is a dry state which in otherwords means a restriction on alcohol rolleyes.. The only way we managed to get alcohol is by asking the foreign exchange students to get some from the monthly quota of booze they are allowed during there stay in the state.(yeah strange .. ppl with non-Indian passports are allowed, but we aren't ....discrimination and racism at the forefront.)Diu is not famous for beaches or babes, but it is the closest get away where u get to booze a lot with freedom, barely a few kilometers away from the state I live in.

Here comes the spoilsport anchor: Probably mom and dad are gonna visit the city during this weekend so I m not sure if I can spare the time and leave the city.

If that was the wound here is the saltthumbsdown : Suddenly a loads of work has come up related to the recruitment process in the college and hence, if I leave this place I will have to do so at the expense of preparation required for the recruitment season and my career(does it sound bad.. It does mad).

This means my holiday season has completely gone for a toss and so has my blogging habit.

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Lessons

After playing three continuous tiring matches and managing to lose in two... I still couldn't sleep early.. been watching a movie..The exam early in the morning was open book (it was an easy paper anyhow)..so that leaves me with the strength to ponder over the lessons learnt so far since yestrday nite.

One,
Never play if u feel u not fully fit 'ND NOT EATEN FOR THAT TWO DAYS.

Two, don't be overconfident.

Three,ignore when they say "fuk off u loser". (forgive them for they know nothing what they are saying)

Four, Don't get tired of the statement "Don't wry,... but u played well" (No matter how much of a sinking feeling it gives.)

Five, Don't think of staying in Uni for another year, So that u can play a few more matches.

Six, Take solace as to wait and watch the response of the chicks who have been watching you. (Arre, Losers impress them more.... personal opinion :P..)

Seven, Blog it and get over it and eat so that you may have the strength to Bash up the dorm mates who r gonna tease you for losing. (Already 8 ppl have asked me since morning... "How can u lose to HAT" :|)

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Eagles Vs Phoenix

Perspective: Combos (An annual interdorm sports event.)

My team: eagles (Dorm 04,15,16,17 and 19)

Eagles have virtually done a rolling stone in being no. 2 all over. We have lost the finals in Tennis, Table tennis, Basketball, Carom, Pool and couple of Computer games.Now, We are to be tested in Badminton. With the team pinning hopes, that at least the curse of blue eagle would be broken.There are other stakes too .. my non playing team members have put a bet on us [how sadistic of them :(]

Eagles player :hinges around me and Paro. Maxi can support in doubles. I am yet to find another singles player to fill the matches.

Phoenix team :Hat's team he has like 5 above average players.

Format : Best of 5

Hence, its crucial that whatever games me and paro play, we need to ensure a win. I want to play a singles, a men's doubles and a mixed doubles.I have been a singles player for the Uni. team but the doubles r crucial.



Crisis:

1. Goddamn there 2nd best singles player is injured but can still beat any of my other team members with a love game. :(( .So that makes 1-0 in their favor.

2. Maxi my doubles player is in Bangalore and he wants to play all the doubles (promises he will win them). I am skeptical and want to play one of the doubles myself. So, the two doubles cant be decided.score 1-1.

3. Paro is damn good in ladies. (however, she going through one of her personal issue). Still wd expect her to romp home.. so 1-1.

4. I would most likely be pipped against their best singles player. Though I have beaten HAT, but in practice matches he at times takes the game home and I am a slow starter.Gimme benefit of the doubt:P, then its 2-1 in our favor else we lose:((.

5. Hey!! did I tell u my recurrence of mystique in my stomach ?.. he he he.:P haven't had proper food for last two days.(But thats usual with me). I have just ordered one glucose pack and some glucose biscuits.(fuel).

6. Aaah. lolz. I got an exam 2morrow early morning.(where I have scored a D+ in the midterms.)

Your Job : still need to mention.. wish me luck .. the game will prolly start in an hr. (1 am)

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An Interview with a Vampire

(Its another long post .. But worth it razz ).
This happened like an year ago, but I would remember it for a long time. This was a crucial interview.

I reached there on time .. everything was set and the process started soon. I had some stupid query for which, I approached one of the administration guys and shot the Q. The tall and towering figure turned, stared at me disparagingly and answered in his Amitabh like Baritone. He was an impressive man. He dismissed my existence as silly.
Soon the group discussion followed. I did well and it gave me the confidence for the final interview. As usual in the interview, I was the last man in.

The person who had ignored me as if I am the crap on a car bonnet, was there right in the middle of the three member panel giving me little idea of how I had underestimated him.
Those who don't have the patience, can straightway go to(click it) [ Fun with Mr. Guha]
The Questions touched some agricultural issues about which I had no idea. I candidly said I don't know the technicalities. He egged me on for guessing the answers. I accepted the challenge (who cares if I was no where near the right answer or had hit the bull's eye). After a few rounds of Qs on medicines, the discussion moved to my Hobbies.

So what else do u do?
"I write, read and play badminton" (I had practiced to fix only these three, which I can defend)

What do u write?
"I write whatever comes to my mind. Right now I am working on my biography and a story based on the unsolved Purulia Arms drop case"

hmmm, ok leave it. U play badminton.
"yes"
Tell me Why is All England Open Badminton Championship called so
"I don't exactly know y they named it so. It was a long time back."

So there are'nt any reasons.
"well I guess (they nodded yes, yes .. guess) It was opened to all (global) hence it was called so.. and it was touted the World Cup at that time.."
So why is it still called so
"I guess the tradition has to play a part and it stayed"

Why our event isn't called so?
"It cannot be called All England Badminton championship. One .. cause this is not England and two it is not open to all "

They laughed.

Ok, tell me the point system?
"Well they keep it changing. Right now it is 5 sets .. with 7 point each game."

So , Its nice.
"I don't think so sir.. The game is faster but it doesn't suit Indian shuttlers. They r slow"

OK leave it. What do u read?
"Anything, I am a voracious reader. Feed on anything I can lay my hands on"

Oh yeah!. what kind of books?
"Sir, I am not a fan of any specific genre. I pick books of different styles"

Like
"Like Historical I Picked HITLER, fiction GO Small things. Fiction Grisham, etc"

The Last book u read?
"Da Vinci Code"

Haah !! Crap. misleading .fodged.errr. history.
"Sir, I don't agree It was a fiction and anyways History is semi fiction. So, I enjoyed it as a good thriller set against an unconventional backdrop."

hmmmm..

Fun with Mr.Guha
Most of the talking was done by that Tall persona and a few by the person on his left. The third person was quite and watching me till..

Do u know William Dalrymple?
Ummmmm, I have heard of him but don't remember exactly. May be White Mughals??

He asked me about another Author..
Obviously, I had no idea.
Another one.. Do u know Ramchandra Guha?
"umm read of him but cannot recall any particular work from him."

U donno..?
"RamChandran , I have read his articles in Times of India"

U said Ramchandran?

"Oh! my mistake its Ramchandra"


The Q changed lips (The baritone again).
"No.. Why did u say Ramchandran? Do u think a name like Ramchandran Guha is possible.
Isnt he a Bengali.?
"yes sir his surname Guha suggests he is a Bengali"

So, why did u say so? Do u think a name like Ramchandran Guha is possible?
"Sir, yes the name seems unlikely. However, this is a strange world anyone can have any names"

They started laughing ,,... Bullcrap!!!
I interrupted their joy.

"Sir , when a guy called Baddruddin Qazi named himself Johnnie Walker .. after the bevarage brand.. anything is possible...So, its a strange world"


Mr. Goliath made a serious face and said " don't you think there is a difference between an inherited name and an adopted name?"
"Definitely there is . But there can be other possibilities"

Like?
"Like.. may be Ramchandran Guha's perents were of different community and to have a compromise they named him so .. Surname of one parent and the 1st name from the other one."

They again started laughing(goddamn how much I made them laugh
confused)

So, what do you think? who was who?
"Sir, may be his dad was a Bengali coz he has the Bengali surname and his mother would be Tamilian (coz of the Tamilian 1st name)"

Silence .. They stared at each other for a while.

Mr. baritone stares at me and says :
"You know u have a foot in your mouth"

Man!! I was shocked and scared.

They asked a few more and then said .. You may leave now .. and do take some biscuits u have talked a lot.

The sadistic panel comprised of some of the distinguished gentlemen in Academic fraternity
Prof. Sriram
(Mr. Baritone.. I faced him later in class. Never dared to talk back on him). Prof. Raghuram (the silent person) and the third was Prof. Diptesh Ghosh.

Thanks and good bye.
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Poop, Loop and one smoking barrel

Was debating with Robbie as to y his sissy would leave Australia and wanna Join any Uni in LA or wanna learn Textile in UK. .. Suddenly the clarion call knocked me off... and I headed for the loo.. It was to be the 6th display of disposal skills. Man!!!! last one week has been literally draining for me. Been suffering from diarrhea, would barely eat anything in the whole day. I have survived on Sick Food(Khichdi + Curd) from the student mess.

I thought of changing the Oflox + Ornidazole combi the doc .. ordered .. Cipro + Tinidazole is always a betta thing for me.. I shd have done it.

The Scary Part:
The Agony didn't stop there. One day, I have been sleeping since morning and at around evening mom called and informs me .. my nephew is suffering from the same and is admitted in hospital (some pedigree!! phew). The nemesis was an irritating Lactose intolerance in this case.

The Best Part:
I played with him a lot during my both visits. He had a strong obsession for my cell fone :((.

Not only that fate sends me another kid to compensate. This is Ashu (Don's son). Don informed of his K'log and yeah been addicted to it. Its so refreshing. (Don learn a few things from kid and upgrade ur blog :P ).

Bottom line (and its a smoking bottom, literally).

I am weak, have been sleeping only and have completed watching 2 seasons of two and half men. Thankfully, my nephew is home (yay!!.. u know this thing puts u emotionally down.. even if its me :|). Lastly look at what i ate .. it freaked out Robbie .. hi hi hi ugly.

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My own group thing.. ;)

On Tuesday, we had a dinner .. thrown up by Navin aka Tuppe. It was more of a get together of our 1st year study group.

1st year was hectic down here. Thankfully I was partnered with a bunch of very down to earth people. We were a crazy bunch and we stuck together for all the three terms in the 1st year, though . other groups were disintegrating.So here is the crazy bunch we had fun with on Tuesday..

Srini(aka tHorny): returned to India after six yrs in US cause he felt home is calling. Too bad he is having a brush with reality now.Got back to study ...is on a sabbatical ( His employers r taking him for granted .. hua hau hua). A techie...
latest issue : marriage and has just found He is a Manglik.
(omfg... That means he can marry only a Manglik girl and they are rare :| )

Oh! I didnt add the nicest guy i have met.

Navin (aka Tuppe):
Thyself is double the volume I am. After leaving IIT KGP .. only thing he misses is his Boozing capability.
latest issue: 1st year was betta, atleast the academics kept him busy. Now he is too bored with nothing much to do ..

Sirji, made us cover another 6-7 km for a sizzling brownie he likes .. after we had our dinner.

Ami (aka Mimi aka Psycho): The 1st thing i asked on the dinner table is "u got engaged? (look at the pic .. it seems so)" .. She ain't but soon she would. She is a "nice gal". One should have seen her bursting the ass of one of head honchos in front of the whole class.. where does she store so much anger!!
Latest Issue: Problems of plenty.. Levers have already offered her a job .. Hubby is by her side .. things r too peaceful ...:-?

The Missing Gems


Vyom (aka Rancho) : he is cooling his heels in Germany as an exchange student(That guy is obsessed with Germany he went to Germany when he was in IIT Kanpur.. now here too .. y the heck.)
latest Issue : which part of Europe he didnt roam around. "damn gotta go back to college now:(("

He has been a prodigy .. million dollar brain... envy envy envyyyyy.


Jay (aka Bhookey) : forget him.

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Another day of Joy and Jay

It was 6:30 am .. birds were making noise outside.. and i had just finished my "convo" and was bout to sleep.. then.. a flash of hand.. hits the jug and it falls on the bed.. water everywhere .. my Laptop :((.

I do whatever my rush of blood tells me to do..

I let it dry and stare at it pathetically.. my head spinning fr the amount of work i have to do in next week... damn cant do my "1 am chat stuff" :P and yeah a cash crunch.. i may lose the laptop ..

but yeah i cant see what is to be done wth a Laptop + water spillage nor can i get from online forum. see how grave the situation is!!!!!

and as I stay there still and confused .. suddenly.. i clutch my chest and wince in pain.(oh!! it was bak.. the chest pain.. its been 4 yrs.. it hits me.. being a medical xpert of the family .. he he .. neva told anyone else. BUT WHY NOW?). I
open my palm and check those dark lines again and the big breakage in there.The breakage suggests like somethng drastic to happen at around this time in my life...may be the time has come to say gudbye.. But some Palmist suggested its not the lifeline one .. it shows the mental condition .. so like i wd go insane.. but, that wont b a palpable change only 30 % i kno now dont consider me insane.. peanuts.. yep.

I have been in messier situations but this ranks among the top.. and when i am in messier situations, two thngs happen to me:-

1. i get creative thought(don start throwing laptops fr creativity)

2. i think of sleeping my ass off.

So, it was simple.. 1st ting 1st... I SLEPT.

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