And I would say that I am back, back from the graveyard? No back with another mail. :) This one is going to be published on my blog. When I look back, I mean look back in life I see that I haven't done anything remarkable that might fetch me Nobel Prize, nor have you done anything to fetch you the Nobel prize but still I write this mail as I have completed one year of my new life, A life that I started on 6th of august 2006 which incidentally happened to be my birthday. It was this day that a year back standing like a true visionary with my chin on my palm and leaning over the railing outside room no 204 (first floor) of Bhubaneswar Infosys DC, I looked at my reflection in the swimming pool below and said to my self "Dude, its sad that you are 21 years old and you still don't have a girl friend. It’s sad that you think you are worth a lot more love and care than you actually get in life and that you should switch over and lower your ego a bit and start a new life in Infosys. NRN has a daughter who is just a couple of yrs older to you and if you try your luck you can get married to her".
With dreams in my eyes, I slept all night and then I slept again in the classes only to be woken up by practical classes where I copied the Test cases from the girls and spent more time sleeping again. In the end I jus want to retrospect my life in this one year.
----August 7-training starts and only that the shock of me getting into Infosys wasn't enough I gave another shock to my trainers by completing the training successfully. I still remember my last test marks, a very beautiful figure of 33/75.
----Made new friends and yes saw new cities. Hyderabad, had a brief affair with this city for just three days and then on September 13th I was transported to Bangalore where my affair with city still continues. I should say that I am doing quite an enviable job by withstanding for a year in this beautiful city.
---- I have eaten everywhere now, places ranging from a dhaba to a bakery where they sell stale toasts of 8 days old that might even give you rabies but I am thankful to God that he has give me "Mike Tyson" type of immune system. I have eaten in a numerous mess around my localities that have "CATS" as their mascot but I still stand tall and strong.
----I have survived the cold breeze of Bangalore and the humidity of Chennai traveling a thousand times from Bangalore to Chennai and back in unreserved compartments, hiding in bathrooms and the noisy Hosur buses, I haven’t left a mode of transport . I’ve had my share of happiness, specially the walk from the bus stand at 2 am in the night every time I landed in Chennai and the midnight tea in Krishanagiri with Suby Kurian and me trying to get a glimpse of the WC matches.
--- Talking of WC.I had followed the whole thing from the newspapers and my rattling radio except for one match which eventually India lost to Sri Lanka.
--- I managed to get back to my blog after a year and got into writing the stuff of my life on my blog because I have no other knowledge to impart to the world.
--- 2 projects half completed and getting a worst tag of being a criminal from the females on my floor is not easy. I have done it and accomplished again & again. Phew!! dunno how many times will I have to prove myself.
--- A CRR2 and a magnificent appraisal with no negatives. Can you beat that? :)
--- Salaam e-isq, Nishabd, Ghost rider were a few movies I saw alone in solitude sitting in the front row of REX cinema hall(now that’s a decent cinema theatre, just that Priyanka Chopra looked like she would jump off the screen and would sit in my lap as I was closest to the screen)."Eeek grouse...!!!! You must be sick to go for a movie alone". I have heard it a number of times and it doesn't bother me much.
---MG road Brigade road.... even the dogs know me there. I have been there so many times.
---Prodigal daughter, Not A Penny More Not A penny less(Priyanka-Thanks for that one), Shall We tell the President, The Pledge, Man Woman And Wife-I have read them all. One book every quarter.
--- Broadcast emails to batch mates and erroneous and fake invitations saying "Sweets at my desk" mail to team mates. From late night, as late as 2 am in the morning sms to a few people to flowery lyrics of “Manic Monday” sent on a Monday. I have done it all this year. Wising good night in Alfred Hitchcock style to playing pranks on the females in my workplace that paid rich dividends in form of chocolates filled with rum and raisins have annoyed a lot of people. I ain’t sorry for anything nor do I think I should be. Do the same thing to me, send me a message at 2 am and If I am flirting around with my insomnia will give you a call :) .Provided there is balance.
---A beautiful Diwali (Thanks to Maithri), to celebrating New Year with Srikanth and Suganth on the hill of "GopalSwamy Beta". A few bitter moments that tore me apart and brought tears to my eyes to a few rolling laughter moments with Ganesh, Suby, Neil, Merin and George in the room which again gave me the same tears, tears of joy. Life has been an assortment of emotions. I have tried to live life X,Y,Z ways but the best way has been the way when you ask nothing from life and when something good happens you say " I deserved it " and when something bad happens u again say " I deserved it " - In short it is to stay same everywhere in every situation and be your self.
I have come to a lot of conclusions in life and the yesterday landed up with the best. Seeing the bigger picture of life and looking back, retracing my steps and I have noticed that the true purpose of life has only been exploring a new emotion on every turn of life that you take. I forget this fact and I start walking the way everyone has done in their lives but this time my resolve is stronger and this is going to keep me self contended. No matter whether the times are tough or easy all that matters in the end is you’ve lived through it, explored that emotion and sand the song “I hope you had the time of your life”.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
I smell bad stuff ....
I am a confused individual, my friends already know it and I am not declaring it to the world globally on blogspot.com. I say this not because I was forced by my imaginary GF but then I find myself getting as worried as a man who is soon going to become a father of a beautiful baby. I am worried about things that the others don't care about. Even in the wildest dreams of my fella room mates, I am sure they wont get worried about the things I worry about.I worry about emotions that no longer hold true to this world and yes I should say I am stressed.
The girl in the next flat brings a guy home everyday. The men act more faithful than the pet dog of hers which wags its tail seeing every other stranger. She calls them hot. I don’t understand the meaning of this word “hot”. I mean does the guy has a body temperature of boiling water (have u ever felt his body so close to u??).Its weird,Is the guy "hot" because he has good looks? (then what about the guys who have a golden heart and are sure to keep a woman lot more happier than the "hot men"?) .Is latent heat so important that it twitches the skin between the legs of yours and urges you to make a remark like that (sorry for the insanity injected) but I fail to understand what is "hot". The word cute makes more sense to me. I, being a guy have always found a lot of girls cute with cute features and everything that they do and the way that they do has been cute. My memory seems to be very fine and I am not mistaken when I say that I have never referred to a girl as "hot" in my life. Now, u might criticize me and if you were as manner less as Rakhi Sawant, you would call me a liar. I confess and I solemnly pledge that a numerous times I have been motivated to make the following remark "Sameer Reddy looks hot" but only under my breath, a whisper, so the insanity has always been intact and does not pollute the innocent atmosphere of ours and I mean it but I don’t exclaim it seeing every other girl, I swear. I am motivated by the curvaceous body of Sameera and those well shaped legs of hers. So how does a "hot" guy motivate a girl? I seriously don’t know. I swear that I would never bring Sameera home and would never even try thinking of having a relationship with her because how can you get married to a "hot" girl .And if you get you are getting married to the flesh and not the soul, character or the conscience of the other person. I am worried because guys/girls have made it a fashion and I am worried about bringing up my children in such a wicked world.
I am worried about the IT culture. Here the PMs and every other person is bitten by the globalization bug and wants to see his salary in dollars. These people smoke cigarettes sitting under the sun and there is pride dripping down their foreheads. Foul language is very much a part of their dictionary and they harass females at work. They ogle at them and though married show their desire in public about sleeping with one of their team mates. The quiet girls suffer, cry and get frustrated. Some leave the company and some just take the beating. There are a few who resort to "tit for tat" behavior and they overtake the men with their language. The good men take the beating this time along with the not so good and its a real mess that leaves me worried about my future again. I cannot anymore listen to foul stuff, there is so much of it that it feels like right from the time my mother brought me into this world I have been hearing four letter words. I heard them at school, at play, in college and now in workplace. I cannot see my friends loosing their temperament and doing the same and I loose respect for a lady when I see her getting entangled and involved with the same foul smelling habit.
My cousin sister tells my mother about the slumber party she attended a week back. Now for the ignorant souls, a slumber party is something where you meet up with your friends at a common place in colored pajamas, munch fried stuff and popcorn that leads to obesity, watch a few movies during the night and then land up sleeping on each other. Something for the kids, nothing wrong in it just an extended gesture of "tons of freedom" kind of experience to the kids. The things that startles me is why do so many parents want to imitate the west, I am sure half the people reading the blog of my age wont know what a slumber party is , but still just because one rich misguided kid wanted it and his parents hosted it everybody is running a rat race to show of their status. I am sure status is portrayed by the amount of snack you get for the kids, the type of television or DVD player you can boast of and yes being brand conscious is very important even in the case of pajamas. Arey bhai sonae jaana hain disco party main nahi. Why do we wanna be called "kewl' the western way. Why aren't we proud of ourselves? Why is the level of self esteem and self acceptance so low in Indians? Why do we feel obliged in front of the foreigners? I have noticed a deep amount of inferiority complex in Indians. A slumber party leads to a smooch party, yes u got it, here teen-age kids exchange tons of saliva and occasionally produce sparks by the clashing of teeth of the opposite sex in a dark room. If slumber party is unisex then a smooching party involves both the sexes. And if that wasn't enough there is something called the vampire party/dark night and I need not quote in my flowery language here as to what happens on this night. Mind you it’s not jus one girl and a boy, its many girls and many guys, you have a lot of variety you see and yea it’s all "kewl' as an American would exclaim. I am worried and I am worried to death.
GPRS phones in the hands of 8 yr olds disturbs and so does the phenomena where a girl dumps a guy and vice versa. Spending hundreds on frozen, distasteful and stomach upsetting sandwiches disturbs me and kids playing around with 5 chocolate truffles in their small tummies at cafe coffee day kicks me out of balance. I cannot see a 5 yr old glued to the I-pod or the play station where he/she should be playing with toys, footballs and cricket bats. I get worried thinking about that someday I might have to given in to the pressures of buying these costly toys and end up having a life marred with immoral kids and wife. I am worried and I am worried about whole lot things that I might run short of space and stamina.
I have a sister; I wish and pray for a good life for her. A life filled with innocence. I have a lot of friends both guys and girls I pray for a good life for them. I don’t want any one to suffer cos some one else wants to do cool stuff, I don’t want the young guys and girls to get hurt when they get dumped and used by their bf's and gf's. My surname is Daber and not Gandhi, I have been wrong a lot of times myself but then I am worried and I am worried about myself. What is the end of all this and how is India going to look like in 20 yrs down the line?-I have no answer but then I try my best to be myself and try to be good, doesn't not make difference doesn't it cause everybody thinks they are good. On second thoughts I think I should just lead my life and stop bothering about the others. Now that sounds like a viable option.
The girl in the next flat brings a guy home everyday. The men act more faithful than the pet dog of hers which wags its tail seeing every other stranger. She calls them hot. I don’t understand the meaning of this word “hot”. I mean does the guy has a body temperature of boiling water (have u ever felt his body so close to u??).Its weird,Is the guy "hot" because he has good looks? (then what about the guys who have a golden heart and are sure to keep a woman lot more happier than the "hot men"?) .Is latent heat so important that it twitches the skin between the legs of yours and urges you to make a remark like that (sorry for the insanity injected) but I fail to understand what is "hot". The word cute makes more sense to me. I, being a guy have always found a lot of girls cute with cute features and everything that they do and the way that they do has been cute. My memory seems to be very fine and I am not mistaken when I say that I have never referred to a girl as "hot" in my life. Now, u might criticize me and if you were as manner less as Rakhi Sawant, you would call me a liar. I confess and I solemnly pledge that a numerous times I have been motivated to make the following remark "Sameer Reddy looks hot" but only under my breath, a whisper, so the insanity has always been intact and does not pollute the innocent atmosphere of ours and I mean it but I don’t exclaim it seeing every other girl, I swear. I am motivated by the curvaceous body of Sameera and those well shaped legs of hers. So how does a "hot" guy motivate a girl? I seriously don’t know. I swear that I would never bring Sameera home and would never even try thinking of having a relationship with her because how can you get married to a "hot" girl .And if you get you are getting married to the flesh and not the soul, character or the conscience of the other person. I am worried because guys/girls have made it a fashion and I am worried about bringing up my children in such a wicked world.
I am worried about the IT culture. Here the PMs and every other person is bitten by the globalization bug and wants to see his salary in dollars. These people smoke cigarettes sitting under the sun and there is pride dripping down their foreheads. Foul language is very much a part of their dictionary and they harass females at work. They ogle at them and though married show their desire in public about sleeping with one of their team mates. The quiet girls suffer, cry and get frustrated. Some leave the company and some just take the beating. There are a few who resort to "tit for tat" behavior and they overtake the men with their language. The good men take the beating this time along with the not so good and its a real mess that leaves me worried about my future again. I cannot anymore listen to foul stuff, there is so much of it that it feels like right from the time my mother brought me into this world I have been hearing four letter words. I heard them at school, at play, in college and now in workplace. I cannot see my friends loosing their temperament and doing the same and I loose respect for a lady when I see her getting entangled and involved with the same foul smelling habit.
My cousin sister tells my mother about the slumber party she attended a week back. Now for the ignorant souls, a slumber party is something where you meet up with your friends at a common place in colored pajamas, munch fried stuff and popcorn that leads to obesity, watch a few movies during the night and then land up sleeping on each other. Something for the kids, nothing wrong in it just an extended gesture of "tons of freedom" kind of experience to the kids. The things that startles me is why do so many parents want to imitate the west, I am sure half the people reading the blog of my age wont know what a slumber party is , but still just because one rich misguided kid wanted it and his parents hosted it everybody is running a rat race to show of their status. I am sure status is portrayed by the amount of snack you get for the kids, the type of television or DVD player you can boast of and yes being brand conscious is very important even in the case of pajamas. Arey bhai sonae jaana hain disco party main nahi. Why do we wanna be called "kewl' the western way. Why aren't we proud of ourselves? Why is the level of self esteem and self acceptance so low in Indians? Why do we feel obliged in front of the foreigners? I have noticed a deep amount of inferiority complex in Indians. A slumber party leads to a smooch party, yes u got it, here teen-age kids exchange tons of saliva and occasionally produce sparks by the clashing of teeth of the opposite sex in a dark room. If slumber party is unisex then a smooching party involves both the sexes. And if that wasn't enough there is something called the vampire party/dark night and I need not quote in my flowery language here as to what happens on this night. Mind you it’s not jus one girl and a boy, its many girls and many guys, you have a lot of variety you see and yea it’s all "kewl' as an American would exclaim. I am worried and I am worried to death.
GPRS phones in the hands of 8 yr olds disturbs and so does the phenomena where a girl dumps a guy and vice versa. Spending hundreds on frozen, distasteful and stomach upsetting sandwiches disturbs me and kids playing around with 5 chocolate truffles in their small tummies at cafe coffee day kicks me out of balance. I cannot see a 5 yr old glued to the I-pod or the play station where he/she should be playing with toys, footballs and cricket bats. I get worried thinking about that someday I might have to given in to the pressures of buying these costly toys and end up having a life marred with immoral kids and wife. I am worried and I am worried about whole lot things that I might run short of space and stamina.
I have a sister; I wish and pray for a good life for her. A life filled with innocence. I have a lot of friends both guys and girls I pray for a good life for them. I don’t want any one to suffer cos some one else wants to do cool stuff, I don’t want the young guys and girls to get hurt when they get dumped and used by their bf's and gf's. My surname is Daber and not Gandhi, I have been wrong a lot of times myself but then I am worried and I am worried about myself. What is the end of all this and how is India going to look like in 20 yrs down the line?-I have no answer but then I try my best to be myself and try to be good, doesn't not make difference doesn't it cause everybody thinks they are good. On second thoughts I think I should just lead my life and stop bothering about the others. Now that sounds like a viable option.
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