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.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Life turns and swirls around to accomplish sense.
Time: 7.00 am or little more.
Place: bathroom, standing naked thinking how long will it take to heat a bucket full of water
Designation: I think you don't need to know this to qualify to read this post.
Socrates was not my ancestor nor was Karl Marx a distant relative to me and that way even the modern day philosopher Robin Sharma wouldn't have heard of my name but still all these negative factors cant thwart my own philosophies and my own thoughts on my own blog. These words are purely mine. Now the phrase “these words” reminds me of Natasha Beddingfield's song "these words”. What?? You don’t know Natasha Beddingfield, arey sister of Daniel Beddingfield yar, the singer who used to record songs in his bedroom sitting in an underwear, What?? You don’t know Daniel Beddingfield, chal chadd aab apne dimag ke cells pe zyada zor math dal or google karle, and try downloading "these words" by Natasha Beddingfield, its a wonderful song.
Ranbeer is just like any other 25 yr old guy .He walks into a hotel and finds Zayad khan on [V] channel flaunting around with his bulging biceps, a girl sitting behind him on his new jazzy bike singing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, though he does not identify with a singer who squeaks out a few Hindi words from his nose and appears wearing a different colored cap every time on a video alongside with the hero, he still does identify with his manhood, he identifies with the "Coolness' that Zayad khan imposes on the screens and he does think that girls do get attracted to bulging biceps. His thoughts revolve around a limited circle of his materialistic life. He is an intelligent man and has secured a fine job in a reputed company. He earns enough and wants to use all his opportunities to invest in the booming Indian economy. He dreams of a buying a car and actually making his dream of having long drives with special ones and loved ones true. He plans to go abroad on an exotic holiday when he has surplus to spend. He likes to party in his bachelorhood and thinks of an extremely satisfactory married life. Today he sports a French beard and is feeling good that every other girl in his work place is turning twice and unintentionally glancing at him
One fine day he is been told that he is actually suffering from a chronic life threatening disease and that his life is not secured in future. He is shaken and suddenly a feeling of regret creeps in .He walks back home dejectedly and finds the TV playing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, Zayad Kahn as usual flirting with the heroine .The heroine thinks he is the strongest man on earth and his jazzy bike is the priced possession or may be stands as an insurance guarantee for him .The only thing different is Ranbeer no more identifies with it .He feels empty, he feels useless, he feels rejected and yes he feels heart broken and crest fallen. He eats as if he is unaware of what is happening around. He gets on the net and unknowingly logs into his demat account. His portfolio, gleams at him with green figures strewn all over his computer screen indicating that his stock holdings have been gaining on the stock market indices but he does not hold the same zeal or enthusiasm in it like before. What will he gain investing so much; the car that he dreamt of buying does not hold any importance to him any more. The naughty glances of the ladies in his work place don’t excite him anymore cause he know this world his fickle minded and any girl knowing the fact that he suffers from a life threatening disease is not going to marry him. He does not feel like a man suddenly. For him the definition of a man was to flaunt around with bulging biceps, excellent in sports, exhibiting the medieval art of chivalry, possessing vigorous skills in gulping down a few bottles of alcohol but today he feels that only if the world respects him as a person, the world respects him as a strong character person and only if the people around him had stopped expecting and building pressure on him. The true meaning of being strong suddenly switched places and it does not accomplish one to be man to be strong. However the world does not seem to accept this fact.
Being beautiful or handsome, having a jazzy mp3 player, possessing a large bank balance or being at a position of extreme power are things that no longer matter to Ranbeer. Smoking a cigratte sitting under the summer sun, pride dripping down the face and a few foul words being the part of your dictionary is not the definition of being a cool dude/dudette, being intrigued by a page 3 magazine and taking so much interest in the lives of socialites no more appeals to Ranbeer. Richard Gere kissing Shipa Shetty and making the headlines, following Jhoom Barabar's debacle at the box office religiously is not Ranbeer's style now. Ranbeer feels he is thrown at the mercy of his materialistic life and awakens to the call of self-relaization. He realizes that the world has become blind to values, morals, sprirituality, manners, self-tolerance and is completely alienated and void of these entites. However he realizes this and wants the world to realize the same but its just not possible for him to change the whole world. Ranbeer has been like every other normal materialistic human being on this planet perfectly acceptable by the society but today he sees a different side of life. Is he not interested in the wordly passions because he knows he is going to die soon? Is it good to be like this or to live in this world you got be balanced enough to be attached things that this world proudly boasts of? What do u choose, do you choose to be a saint among the human beings or choose to mingle with the cattle around? Has the world been sleeping all this while and forgotten the synonyms of the words “good” and “bad” or is it that Ranbeer is seeing things differently? If Ranbeer thinks he has undergone an awakening , is it possible for every human being to get awakened or its just that Ranbeer has seen death closely and he is out of his mind? Provide Ranbeer the solution to this?- comments are welcomed
What will happen next, for this you need to actually imitate me sitting on the closet and feeling the cold breeze blow on my face from the only window in our bathroom. Bangalore is quite chilly nowdays, ek dam "pehla nasha pehla pyaar " type ka climate hain .
What happened next is future of Ranbeer and no one can ever predict it, not even himself though he wants to desperately. A few philosophical thoughts of mine and yet another side of me. I am still discovering myself and I am seriously enjoying. !!!
Place: bathroom, standing naked thinking how long will it take to heat a bucket full of water
Designation: I think you don't need to know this to qualify to read this post.
Socrates was not my ancestor nor was Karl Marx a distant relative to me and that way even the modern day philosopher Robin Sharma wouldn't have heard of my name but still all these negative factors cant thwart my own philosophies and my own thoughts on my own blog. These words are purely mine. Now the phrase “these words” reminds me of Natasha Beddingfield's song "these words”. What?? You don’t know Natasha Beddingfield, arey sister of Daniel Beddingfield yar, the singer who used to record songs in his bedroom sitting in an underwear, What?? You don’t know Daniel Beddingfield, chal chadd aab apne dimag ke cells pe zyada zor math dal or google karle, and try downloading "these words" by Natasha Beddingfield, its a wonderful song.
Ranbeer is just like any other 25 yr old guy .He walks into a hotel and finds Zayad khan on [V] channel flaunting around with his bulging biceps, a girl sitting behind him on his new jazzy bike singing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, though he does not identify with a singer who squeaks out a few Hindi words from his nose and appears wearing a different colored cap every time on a video alongside with the hero, he still does identify with his manhood, he identifies with the "Coolness' that Zayad khan imposes on the screens and he does think that girls do get attracted to bulging biceps. His thoughts revolve around a limited circle of his materialistic life. He is an intelligent man and has secured a fine job in a reputed company. He earns enough and wants to use all his opportunities to invest in the booming Indian economy. He dreams of a buying a car and actually making his dream of having long drives with special ones and loved ones true. He plans to go abroad on an exotic holiday when he has surplus to spend. He likes to party in his bachelorhood and thinks of an extremely satisfactory married life. Today he sports a French beard and is feeling good that every other girl in his work place is turning twice and unintentionally glancing at him
One fine day he is been told that he is actually suffering from a chronic life threatening disease and that his life is not secured in future. He is shaken and suddenly a feeling of regret creeps in .He walks back home dejectedly and finds the TV playing “Junoon Junoon Junoon”, Zayad Kahn as usual flirting with the heroine .The heroine thinks he is the strongest man on earth and his jazzy bike is the priced possession or may be stands as an insurance guarantee for him .The only thing different is Ranbeer no more identifies with it .He feels empty, he feels useless, he feels rejected and yes he feels heart broken and crest fallen. He eats as if he is unaware of what is happening around. He gets on the net and unknowingly logs into his demat account. His portfolio, gleams at him with green figures strewn all over his computer screen indicating that his stock holdings have been gaining on the stock market indices but he does not hold the same zeal or enthusiasm in it like before. What will he gain investing so much; the car that he dreamt of buying does not hold any importance to him any more. The naughty glances of the ladies in his work place don’t excite him anymore cause he know this world his fickle minded and any girl knowing the fact that he suffers from a life threatening disease is not going to marry him. He does not feel like a man suddenly. For him the definition of a man was to flaunt around with bulging biceps, excellent in sports, exhibiting the medieval art of chivalry, possessing vigorous skills in gulping down a few bottles of alcohol but today he feels that only if the world respects him as a person, the world respects him as a strong character person and only if the people around him had stopped expecting and building pressure on him. The true meaning of being strong suddenly switched places and it does not accomplish one to be man to be strong. However the world does not seem to accept this fact.
Being beautiful or handsome, having a jazzy mp3 player, possessing a large bank balance or being at a position of extreme power are things that no longer matter to Ranbeer. Smoking a cigratte sitting under the summer sun, pride dripping down the face and a few foul words being the part of your dictionary is not the definition of being a cool dude/dudette, being intrigued by a page 3 magazine and taking so much interest in the lives of socialites no more appeals to Ranbeer. Richard Gere kissing Shipa Shetty and making the headlines, following Jhoom Barabar's debacle at the box office religiously is not Ranbeer's style now. Ranbeer feels he is thrown at the mercy of his materialistic life and awakens to the call of self-relaization. He realizes that the world has become blind to values, morals, sprirituality, manners, self-tolerance and is completely alienated and void of these entites. However he realizes this and wants the world to realize the same but its just not possible for him to change the whole world. Ranbeer has been like every other normal materialistic human being on this planet perfectly acceptable by the society but today he sees a different side of life. Is he not interested in the wordly passions because he knows he is going to die soon? Is it good to be like this or to live in this world you got be balanced enough to be attached things that this world proudly boasts of? What do u choose, do you choose to be a saint among the human beings or choose to mingle with the cattle around? Has the world been sleeping all this while and forgotten the synonyms of the words “good” and “bad” or is it that Ranbeer is seeing things differently? If Ranbeer thinks he has undergone an awakening , is it possible for every human being to get awakened or its just that Ranbeer has seen death closely and he is out of his mind? Provide Ranbeer the solution to this?- comments are welcomed
What will happen next, for this you need to actually imitate me sitting on the closet and feeling the cold breeze blow on my face from the only window in our bathroom. Bangalore is quite chilly nowdays, ek dam "pehla nasha pehla pyaar " type ka climate hain .
What happened next is future of Ranbeer and no one can ever predict it, not even himself though he wants to desperately. A few philosophical thoughts of mine and yet another side of me. I am still discovering myself and I am seriously enjoying. !!!
Friday, June 22, 2007
I am feelin soooooo saaaadddd!!!
Start->Run->Notepad, now I don't intend to write a test case but then I would sure love to tell you people that this is how a "Navigational path" to a defect or a link to be tested is actually written in a test case by “WE THE TESTORS".I have been sitting on my seat in my cubicle and obviously doing nothing but "refreshing" the comp for the past 15 mins. I mean all of us do need refreshment after continuous work so I thought I might as well refresh the computerji too. Basically there is nothing much to do but there is a task as daunting as entering a women's hostel. Now that the world has started seeing me as an adult, people have started loading me with responsibilities. I am a man now and have to prepare a thing which is as boring as having a computer without .wmv or .mp3 files in it. This so called boring, daunting, irritating, complaint driven task is the WEEKLY STATUS REPORT and I am supposed to prepare it.
I sit as idle as street dog thinking how to pass time till 4 when everyone in my team fills up the status report and I pick it up from the project LAN and start formatting it. I am bored of checking mails. I am bored of composing broadcasts mails. I am bored of women and I want a few things back in my life. At present I just feel like settling with Kylie Minogue in the Alpine mountains on a small tree house where I have no connection with the out side world and absolutely don’t care whether I have clothes to wear for the next day in office. I just want to cut my self from every creature living on this world and if Kylie Minogue herself cribs too much about size of the house then I don’t need her too. I am desperate, restless, irritated, bored to the core. I want a change and I need it now.
I sit and stare at the computer thinking whether I would get a chance to lie naked in a big open place under the rainy skies and think "Y the world is sinning so much", "Will I get a good wife" , “Will I have a happy married life -as people wish the newly weds with a sarcastic expression and wicked grin on their faces." , “Will my kids and my wife love me truly”. most importantly “Will I get married to the rite one”, “How is it gonna be in future", “Will I ever be able to satisfy my ambitions."-question marks common to all questions.
I sit and keep staring at the computer screen, only to be frightened by Priyanka who pops out of the messenger-now don't u people mistake this, its simple Priyanka pings me on the messenger. I know to a few people my writing seems to be as boring as Vajpayee's speech that they promise to themselves that they will never let me know what happened to my SMS which was sent inviting them to see the blissful Coorg photos and a few lines written on the same, that incidentally got published on the official site of Infosys. My conversation with Priyanka is about things as irrelevant as an edition of Economic Times to my sister. Of course we talk about things that are under this earthly sun(since there are lot of suns in our galaxy-dekha kya astronomical knowledge hain!!). But still I am sure if the same people came across a gossip will pass it on sooner than they pass phone numbers.
Priyanka: daber , Mohit
please note my last name I know it sounds funny but any girl who plans to live with me has to do with it.
me: haanji madam ,kya baat hain
Priyanka :r u free
me :yea , but gonna get engaged in a few moments!! ;D
me :Pun intended
Priyanka :ay
Now to let u know the conflict of emotions that took place were like this. The expression "ay" is a trademark expression of Priyanka and when u hear this being spilled out of her mouth , you can conclude that she is demanding respect or dominance. So me getting back to limits of mine…
me: wats the matter ??
Priyanka : nothing feeling bored
Me: tell me about it, same here , you don’t know the heights of boredom here, I have refreshed the computer some 1236543 times.
Priyanka :oh I do realize that, you have counted it so many times.
Priyanka : I slept off in my boring moments
Me :I do understand your emotions Priyanka, you have gone to the extent of feeling bored in your sleep
Priyanka :I had this dream where I remembered what I was in my previous birth.
Me :what??.
Priyanka: wait , it goes like this
me: ok .. me all ears
Priyanka :Guess what my name was in my last birth ,remember its my last birth so start with old fashioned names
me: ram pyarri
Priyanka :cold
cold-this means I am no where close to what Priyanka has in mind and that I might as well take hike and sit in a corner.
Me :lalitha, bijli, basanthi
Priyanka :freezing cold
Me :yawn!!(thinkin this lady is making me feel even bored)
Priyanka : don’t "yawn" me eh ….
Priyaka : so tell me, what name had I in my previous birth
Me :Mallika
Priyanka :warm
Me :maenka, Maya, Mallika
Priyanka :warmer
Me :I am out of names.. gonna try english names ,Marguaret
Priyanka: cold, I was a Hindu
me: I give up, cannot think of any more names and I am bored, continue the story if you want else leave it…..
Priyanka :ok ..I’ll give u a clue, I was named after a Hindu goddess and have a temple built in my name down south in Tamil Nadu
Me :burp!!!
Priyanka :ay don’t “burp” me eh ....
me: ok... Menakshi
Priyanka: bingo
Me :so ...
Priyanka : so... My name was Meenakshi and I lived in ...... lived in ... guess !!!
me: Bangalore
Priyanka: cold
me: There are 26 states in India you got to give me a clue here
Priyanka :U guess its easy …
Me :Delhi
Priyanka :bingo.
Me :hmmm
Priynaka: don’t "hmm" me ..me:
Me :oye "hmm" is my trademark word I 'll use it to whomsoever I want
Priyanka : ok .... listen…
Me: hmm tell me
Priyanka :in my previous birth I was menakshi and I lived in Delhi
Priyanka: I lived a peaceful life
me: ok ... so
Priyanka :that’s it!!
me :feeling bored eh ...
Priyanka :yea :)
me :shucks .... if I had known this before I would have refreshed my computer enuf so that I need not follow the process until my great grand son feels bored
This post is not supposed to be interesting at all. One is supposed to be true about his emotions and I am just being true, I don’t feel good about things in life. There is absolutely no purpose in reading this post but then it at least helped me to figure out what was wrong I feel crest fallen and thats why Iam bored. Wouldn’t any one help me out.!!!
I sit as idle as street dog thinking how to pass time till 4 when everyone in my team fills up the status report and I pick it up from the project LAN and start formatting it. I am bored of checking mails. I am bored of composing broadcasts mails. I am bored of women and I want a few things back in my life. At present I just feel like settling with Kylie Minogue in the Alpine mountains on a small tree house where I have no connection with the out side world and absolutely don’t care whether I have clothes to wear for the next day in office. I just want to cut my self from every creature living on this world and if Kylie Minogue herself cribs too much about size of the house then I don’t need her too. I am desperate, restless, irritated, bored to the core. I want a change and I need it now.
I sit and stare at the computer thinking whether I would get a chance to lie naked in a big open place under the rainy skies and think "Y the world is sinning so much", "Will I get a good wife" , “Will I have a happy married life -as people wish the newly weds with a sarcastic expression and wicked grin on their faces." , “Will my kids and my wife love me truly”. most importantly “Will I get married to the rite one”, “How is it gonna be in future", “Will I ever be able to satisfy my ambitions."-question marks common to all questions.
I sit and keep staring at the computer screen, only to be frightened by Priyanka who pops out of the messenger-now don't u people mistake this, its simple Priyanka pings me on the messenger. I know to a few people my writing seems to be as boring as Vajpayee's speech that they promise to themselves that they will never let me know what happened to my SMS which was sent inviting them to see the blissful Coorg photos and a few lines written on the same, that incidentally got published on the official site of Infosys. My conversation with Priyanka is about things as irrelevant as an edition of Economic Times to my sister. Of course we talk about things that are under this earthly sun(since there are lot of suns in our galaxy-dekha kya astronomical knowledge hain!!). But still I am sure if the same people came across a gossip will pass it on sooner than they pass phone numbers.
Priyanka: daber , Mohit
please note my last name I know it sounds funny but any girl who plans to live with me has to do with it.
me: haanji madam ,kya baat hain
Priyanka :r u free
me :yea , but gonna get engaged in a few moments!! ;D
me :Pun intended
Priyanka :ay
Now to let u know the conflict of emotions that took place were like this. The expression "ay" is a trademark expression of Priyanka and when u hear this being spilled out of her mouth , you can conclude that she is demanding respect or dominance. So me getting back to limits of mine…
me: wats the matter ??
Priyanka : nothing feeling bored
Me: tell me about it, same here , you don’t know the heights of boredom here, I have refreshed the computer some 1236543 times.
Priyanka :oh I do realize that, you have counted it so many times.
Priyanka : I slept off in my boring moments
Me :I do understand your emotions Priyanka, you have gone to the extent of feeling bored in your sleep
Priyanka :I had this dream where I remembered what I was in my previous birth.
Me :what??.
Priyanka: wait , it goes like this
me: ok .. me all ears
Priyanka :Guess what my name was in my last birth ,remember its my last birth so start with old fashioned names
me: ram pyarri
Priyanka :cold
cold-this means I am no where close to what Priyanka has in mind and that I might as well take hike and sit in a corner.
Me :lalitha, bijli, basanthi
Priyanka :freezing cold
Me :yawn!!(thinkin this lady is making me feel even bored)
Priyanka : don’t "yawn" me eh ….
Priyaka : so tell me, what name had I in my previous birth
Me :Mallika
Priyanka :warm
Me :maenka, Maya, Mallika
Priyanka :warmer
Me :I am out of names.. gonna try english names ,Marguaret
Priyanka: cold, I was a Hindu
me: I give up, cannot think of any more names and I am bored, continue the story if you want else leave it…..
Priyanka :ok ..I’ll give u a clue, I was named after a Hindu goddess and have a temple built in my name down south in Tamil Nadu
Me :burp!!!
Priyanka :ay don’t “burp” me eh ....
me: ok... Menakshi
Priyanka: bingo
Me :so ...
Priyanka : so... My name was Meenakshi and I lived in ...... lived in ... guess !!!
me: Bangalore
Priyanka: cold
me: There are 26 states in India you got to give me a clue here
Priyanka :U guess its easy …
Me :Delhi
Priyanka :bingo.
Me :hmmm
Priynaka: don’t "hmm" me ..me:
Me :oye "hmm" is my trademark word I 'll use it to whomsoever I want
Priyanka : ok .... listen…
Me: hmm tell me
Priyanka :in my previous birth I was menakshi and I lived in Delhi
Priyanka: I lived a peaceful life
me: ok ... so
Priyanka :that’s it!!
me :feeling bored eh ...
Priyanka :yea :)
me :shucks .... if I had known this before I would have refreshed my computer enuf so that I need not follow the process until my great grand son feels bored
This post is not supposed to be interesting at all. One is supposed to be true about his emotions and I am just being true, I don’t feel good about things in life. There is absolutely no purpose in reading this post but then it at least helped me to figure out what was wrong I feel crest fallen and thats why Iam bored. Wouldn’t any one help me out.!!!
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Hearing impaired,I am deaf to opinions abt me...
It hasn't been a good week at all especially when I try thinking about the impressions that some of my friends and their acquaintances have about me . I mean I do sometimes forget to brush and do sometimes forget to take bath when I keep awake the whole night listening to music and get to office without actually going through the process of "Finishing morning duties" but still I aint that bad a guy eh! and hating some one who occasionally does not comb his hair and does not wipe the discharge off his sleepy eyes is a sin and such persons are given a name in English, “Superficial”, now don't ask me from where I learnt that word, for once I wanna show that I am a graduate.
I guess I am not that bad and so the good thing happened to me yesterday that I got to sit and stare the only solitary comp in my work area which has a gossiping tool called communicator or the messenger which can be used to gossip with fella infocions and occasionally send disturbing, dry, long and boring test scripts and trackers which "going forward"(notice the formal world slang) would be very useful in handling some assignments that are less interesting than writing a 100 page imposition- "I will do my home work regularly".
Now my father wasn't from a tribal race nor my mother a native of Orissa(no offence odisi pp-please don’t burn me alive, I have a dog which will miss me a lot) and so I know a whole lot of things that one can do with a comp other than sit in front of it an stare thinking that the blank screen might open like a real window to display a whole new world of semi conductors.
I immediately looked around and found no one was trying to beat me up and therefore I got myself on the communicator. The blue layout of this messenger soothes me to heights of me imagining myself sitting on a Caribbean beach wearing the brightest shirt and lying on the couch with the most jazzy laptop and Lime mint cooler to sip all thru the day .
My spirits lowered when I found there was only one girl online and then a whole lot of guys whom I wouldn't want to chat even if I the naxalites had me on gun point and forced me to do so. I started a conversation with a batch mate of mine and she showed me what the world is all about ........
An example of how violent, vulgar, insane, insensitive, rude and vicious(kya vocabulary hai yar .. shaabash Mohit) world we live in !!!
Me: Hi "x"(NAME CONCEALED-PRIVACY MATTERS) How’s u long time no see on the messenger …
Ms. X-Before she could answers sends a file to me ,which I open. The file, obviously has a photo of her guy in it
Ms X: The guy in the blue shirt ,on the right hand is my BF.
Me: :) hmmm he's smart ….. nice choice
Ms X: yes he is, remember I sent you a photo earlier too
Now refreshing my memory and recollecting the face of some one else's BF is as boring as seeing Malika Sherawat in chiffon sari add. If she had asked about Kangana Renaut whether I found her cute or not in “Metro” I would have answered her in affirmation with a grin of a man who had been just asked on a date with her. But then something else was stored in for me that evening.After a long session of storming my brain's secret areas I remebered a faded photo with a guy smiling perched on a toilet wall.
Me:oh yes I remeber
Ms X: hmmm...
Me: but this guy looks smart,he looked like a Nepali who had been exempted from not climbing the Everest by his master in that photo…
Ms. X: what ????? - she either dint understand or dint have words to curse me ….
Me: Y were u comparing him with me, y were u disrespecting him by comparing him with me. Smart and not smart are positive and negative words respectively.
Ms X: hmmm I know he is smart but don’t say like that .You are good ……
I had a sudden increase in my self esteem levels.
Ms X: But not as smart as him (her BF)
it was my turn to get surprised. I mean I do know I am not that cute or smart but then this was like telling a crow that no matter what, he looks ok ! but then not as good as the other birds. Crow bhai we sail in the same boat. Well I don’t mind the comment but then somewhere deep inside the stone hearted heart of mine it did give a scratch. After all everybody has some amount of esteem and I had "metro's" songs echoeing in my ears. I guess I have been listening to a lot of "Metro" now.
Me: Hoga .... mujhe kaunsa uske saath Mr.India me compete karna hain .
Ms X: As proud as a peacock.
I am a very hard hearted wicked person. Right from my child hood I have lied so many times and committed so many sins that I don’t deserve life without insult. Or Do I ???
Whatever it is .I was 7 years old when playing hide an seek I barged into the neighbors bathroom and lady in the bathroom supposed to have cried aloud in surprise, a cry fit enough to bring the landlord running down the stairs in his underwear. I consider all these insults as a pay back for that sin .
I paid heavy price for actually making it to a movie on time (ok ok ... I was 10 mins late, no 20 mins late) and then getting insulted in front two mates of hers who were perfect strangers to me and by now would be thinking how insane a guy "Mohit” can be for watching and liking a movie like "Nishabd".
I mean I do agree the movie was slow and some what immoral and I aint a fan or a tube light of immorality. I am strictly against it and would also join the "Nari sangath" in their fight against saving Indian families from immorality.
This friend of mine(female) remarked. How can you like a movie like Nishabd
Me: Nishabd,oh yes something different other than the famous “Hero ki heroine and villain bana joker” stories
My friend: Oh I know you would have gone to see Zia Khan half naked .The moment some woman removes clothes you people run behind it.
I wanted to blurt out
"oye madam I wanted to see Amitabh play kabadi with the policemen in a serious movie like “Nishabd” and see a shy Zia Khan in ghoonghat which covers even her belly "
I mean if I had wanted to see a woman remove her clothes why would I go for a public screening. Being a despo and having a hobby of watching movies are things as different as adultery and adulteration. Now people listening to such comments(this one & previous one)about me might land up making different opinions about me. They might end spreading the rumors and finally the rumor might come back to me. “What goes around always comes back”! Opinions don’t matter to me unless they are of my boss or some one very very very special to me.This I have learnt as I wrote this blog. I may have the opinion that I look similar to Brad Pitt and every other girls' unintentional glance is just cos they are interested in me but in reality it might not be so. They might be looking at my messy hair cut and unshaven look that might even put a beggar to shame. So the point is opinions do not matter to me unless Kylie Minogue herself comes and tell me "Mohit you are a despo, you went to watch Nishabd just for Zia khan & its very true that you have bird brains and cant be smart even if you try" , I shall not listen !!!!!!!!!!!!!
I guess I am not that bad and so the good thing happened to me yesterday that I got to sit and stare the only solitary comp in my work area which has a gossiping tool called communicator or the messenger which can be used to gossip with fella infocions and occasionally send disturbing, dry, long and boring test scripts and trackers which "going forward"(notice the formal world slang) would be very useful in handling some assignments that are less interesting than writing a 100 page imposition- "I will do my home work regularly".
Now my father wasn't from a tribal race nor my mother a native of Orissa(no offence odisi pp-please don’t burn me alive, I have a dog which will miss me a lot) and so I know a whole lot of things that one can do with a comp other than sit in front of it an stare thinking that the blank screen might open like a real window to display a whole new world of semi conductors.
I immediately looked around and found no one was trying to beat me up and therefore I got myself on the communicator. The blue layout of this messenger soothes me to heights of me imagining myself sitting on a Caribbean beach wearing the brightest shirt and lying on the couch with the most jazzy laptop and Lime mint cooler to sip all thru the day .
My spirits lowered when I found there was only one girl online and then a whole lot of guys whom I wouldn't want to chat even if I the naxalites had me on gun point and forced me to do so. I started a conversation with a batch mate of mine and she showed me what the world is all about ........
An example of how violent, vulgar, insane, insensitive, rude and vicious(kya vocabulary hai yar .. shaabash Mohit) world we live in !!!
Me: Hi "x"(NAME CONCEALED-PRIVACY MATTERS) How’s u long time no see on the messenger …
Ms. X-Before she could answers sends a file to me ,which I open. The file, obviously has a photo of her guy in it
Ms X: The guy in the blue shirt ,on the right hand is my BF.
Me: :) hmmm he's smart ….. nice choice
Ms X: yes he is, remember I sent you a photo earlier too
Now refreshing my memory and recollecting the face of some one else's BF is as boring as seeing Malika Sherawat in chiffon sari add. If she had asked about Kangana Renaut whether I found her cute or not in “Metro” I would have answered her in affirmation with a grin of a man who had been just asked on a date with her. But then something else was stored in for me that evening.After a long session of storming my brain's secret areas I remebered a faded photo with a guy smiling perched on a toilet wall.
Me:oh yes I remeber
Ms X: hmmm...
Me: but this guy looks smart,he looked like a Nepali who had been exempted from not climbing the Everest by his master in that photo…
Ms. X: what ????? - she either dint understand or dint have words to curse me ….
Me: Y were u comparing him with me, y were u disrespecting him by comparing him with me. Smart and not smart are positive and negative words respectively.
Ms X: hmmm I know he is smart but don’t say like that .You are good ……
I had a sudden increase in my self esteem levels.
Ms X: But not as smart as him (her BF)
it was my turn to get surprised. I mean I do know I am not that cute or smart but then this was like telling a crow that no matter what, he looks ok ! but then not as good as the other birds. Crow bhai we sail in the same boat. Well I don’t mind the comment but then somewhere deep inside the stone hearted heart of mine it did give a scratch. After all everybody has some amount of esteem and I had "metro's" songs echoeing in my ears. I guess I have been listening to a lot of "Metro" now.
Me: Hoga .... mujhe kaunsa uske saath Mr.India me compete karna hain .
Ms X: As proud as a peacock.
I am a very hard hearted wicked person. Right from my child hood I have lied so many times and committed so many sins that I don’t deserve life without insult. Or Do I ???
Whatever it is .I was 7 years old when playing hide an seek I barged into the neighbors bathroom and lady in the bathroom supposed to have cried aloud in surprise, a cry fit enough to bring the landlord running down the stairs in his underwear. I consider all these insults as a pay back for that sin .
I paid heavy price for actually making it to a movie on time (ok ok ... I was 10 mins late, no 20 mins late) and then getting insulted in front two mates of hers who were perfect strangers to me and by now would be thinking how insane a guy "Mohit” can be for watching and liking a movie like "Nishabd".
I mean I do agree the movie was slow and some what immoral and I aint a fan or a tube light of immorality. I am strictly against it and would also join the "Nari sangath" in their fight against saving Indian families from immorality.
This friend of mine(female) remarked. How can you like a movie like Nishabd
Me: Nishabd,oh yes something different other than the famous “Hero ki heroine and villain bana joker” stories
My friend: Oh I know you would have gone to see Zia Khan half naked .The moment some woman removes clothes you people run behind it.
I wanted to blurt out
"oye madam I wanted to see Amitabh play kabadi with the policemen in a serious movie like “Nishabd” and see a shy Zia Khan in ghoonghat which covers even her belly "
I mean if I had wanted to see a woman remove her clothes why would I go for a public screening. Being a despo and having a hobby of watching movies are things as different as adultery and adulteration. Now people listening to such comments(this one & previous one)about me might land up making different opinions about me. They might end spreading the rumors and finally the rumor might come back to me. “What goes around always comes back”! Opinions don’t matter to me unless they are of my boss or some one very very very special to me.This I have learnt as I wrote this blog. I may have the opinion that I look similar to Brad Pitt and every other girls' unintentional glance is just cos they are interested in me but in reality it might not be so. They might be looking at my messy hair cut and unshaven look that might even put a beggar to shame. So the point is opinions do not matter to me unless Kylie Minogue herself comes and tell me "Mohit you are a despo, you went to watch Nishabd just for Zia khan & its very true that you have bird brains and cant be smart even if you try" , I shall not listen !!!!!!!!!!!!!
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