Listened to Anil Gupta, IIMA prof @TED -----> IIMA website! I wish to be there. It has the same building structure as of JIITU. This place is bound to be awesome! I feel ;) .. BTW I think I should forward this link to SG. I'll probably drop him a mail, someday (thinking).
I'm exploiting this space more than ever and not for an 'appropriate' use. Twitter is perfect for post of this size. But I feel the need to reiterate this fact(to myself) that I don't like Twitter, for it has not so appealing UI and for the reason that I don't to feed people with my stuff rather, I want them to take trouble of getting to my page to get my thing!
This 'Cham-Cham' song from the movie 'Striker' is too good! One of the very few songs that I like, of Sonu Nigam's voice.
I'll prepare Aaloo ki sabzi, poori/paratha would be decided later. I'm starved for more than 24 hours. I need food.
One one liner by an inventor from Bihar - 'meri bekrari ne mujhe avishari bana diya' ****** awesome!!
Sunday, May 16, 2010
DORK_DONE
I'm done with 'DORK'..this could have better been a tweet, but Twitter seems so boring!
I wish I had Blackberry like 'Einstien' had, to do more of tweeting and limiting my ideas to 140 charaters.
Twitter has lately become one helluva cool stuff, that I have heard about since blogging.
It is 1:55 am already and I'm feeling sleepy...Ohh yes! sleepy as hell, but I do wish to write a lot. Short posts are not my thing.
Although it is 16th now, 15th May will be a memorable day for me and others in our team(Testing). Not because something special happened on this day but because something ended on 14th. Dholak Raj is over! Dholak(another DORK) was our acting TL for a week! Thank GOD this week had 5 working days only. For the first two days she landed into altercation(in the bay! wtf) while she tried to boss around. Other days went by, like..umm..OK. She is ________ and a total lame unprofessional fat ass. Her IQ, I guess, is -473.60000000000000. She won't accept other's view point, won't let them say even. I'm feeling shivers thinking of her at this moment. NOTHING about her is GOOD. I would have better not put this here. But I sincerely love hating her.
I would let Lord know of all the wrong doings of Dholak in the past week, while Dholak does what she always does, talk shit to Lord. Monday 17th would be awesome because:
a) Lord would be back.
b) I'll have more Dholak stories, about Dholak complaining to Lord about our 'misconducts'.
Good news to all..I might land in Delhi next weekend! Awesome! I hope Lord will allow me to have my time.
P.S. : Expecting comments in the language I don't understand!! Akhil enjoys those comments more than anyone else. It saves him from lot of 'search' troubles! He he.
Adios
I wish I had Blackberry like 'Einstien' had, to do more of tweeting and limiting my ideas to 140 charaters.
Twitter has lately become one helluva cool stuff, that I have heard about since blogging.
It is 1:55 am already and I'm feeling sleepy...Ohh yes! sleepy as hell, but I do wish to write a lot. Short posts are not my thing.
Although it is 16th now, 15th May will be a memorable day for me and others in our team(Testing). Not because something special happened on this day but because something ended on 14th. Dholak Raj is over! Dholak(another DORK) was our acting TL for a week! Thank GOD this week had 5 working days only. For the first two days she landed into altercation(in the bay! wtf) while she tried to boss around. Other days went by, like..umm..OK. She is ________ and a total lame unprofessional fat ass. Her IQ, I guess, is -473.60000000000000. She won't accept other's view point, won't let them say even. I'm feeling shivers thinking of her at this moment. NOTHING about her is GOOD. I would have better not put this here. But I sincerely love hating her.
I would let Lord know of all the wrong doings of Dholak in the past week, while Dholak does what she always does, talk shit to Lord. Monday 17th would be awesome because:
a) Lord would be back.
b) I'll have more Dholak stories, about Dholak complaining to Lord about our 'misconducts'.
Good news to all..I might land in Delhi next weekend! Awesome! I hope Lord will allow me to have my time.
P.S. : Expecting comments in the language I don't understand!! Akhil enjoys those comments more than anyone else. It saves him from lot of 'search' troubles! He he.
Adios
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Sat_05_15_2010
Tatas and Birlas were once synonyms of money and wealth. Now their positions is enjoyed by new lines of khandaan like Ambanis and Mittals, as in, Lakshmi Mittal.
I'm going through the 'DORK' again. 'Einstien' is me, we think alike, we do the same. My only fear is him being 'dork'. But a genius 'dork', I won't mind being that. ;)
I'm hungry, today was Lactose ONLY day. 1 ltr milk and 400 gms curd have been my meal since afternooon 2 pm, it was the time I got up.
I slept at 7 am after calling dad about my last night's escapades and adventures. I called him with a plan too, to wake him up with an early morning call and surprise him. Last night I was in a 'party' mood after hearing a news that Vibhu, my room mate has won a prize in a photgraphy competition. I had ordered 3 tandoori murgi, roasted chicken, full, for us. When the delivery did not come after an hour, I called up the guy only to be told that delivery wont be possible as he has ran out of stock. Bloody bastard! I had cursed him without yielding any result. Vibhu and I then set out to look for chicken. Gravy is not our liking. We wanted stuff. Just the CHICKEN. Our search took us to 'Kebab corner'. That guy delivers some real shit. Yesterday was no different. Chicken was a totally burnt, turn off. I guess the meat was old too, already dried to fall into pieces. A session of it with tandoor was enough to kill the taste. At 3 am, having watched the Aus vs Pak match, and surfed through all available channels on the TV, twice! out of boredom Vibhu prepared tea and I prepared awesome omelette. Reicpe was quite simple for the omelette. Butter in pan, eggs beaten properly, with a pinch of salt. That's it. Once done, I showered it with black pepper powder. It tasted awesome. After savouring the tea and omelette we passed some more time watching 'Destroyed in seconds' on Discovery channel. By 4:30 am, we were convinced that we needed to breath some fresh air of Aarey colony and adjoining jungle. By 4:45 am we were set to roll. We picked bike once again and zoooomed on the road to the max possible speed, I guess 90 km/hr, to our destination. I switched off the headlight momentarily and intermittently during our ride through dark jungle road.
Scary, awesome and most wonderful experience! Next time, we might cross the stretch at 3 am so that no morning walkers are around to worry about. We have also decided to walk through it once it rains here in Bombay. We will surely get to hear sounds from seasonal streams and crickets and other jungle insects. Also with a possibility of a ghostly experience in dark, I can't wait for rains to drench Bombay.
After we came from jungle, the National park, we went for a morning walk, after, I guess, 3-4 months! It was awesome. We were done with our experimenting, finally, by 7 am, that's when I decided to give a call to dad and let him know of my 'night out'.
I wish it rains soon!
I'm going through the 'DORK' again. 'Einstien' is me, we think alike, we do the same. My only fear is him being 'dork'. But a genius 'dork', I won't mind being that. ;)
I'm hungry, today was Lactose ONLY day. 1 ltr milk and 400 gms curd have been my meal since afternooon 2 pm, it was the time I got up.
I slept at 7 am after calling dad about my last night's escapades and adventures. I called him with a plan too, to wake him up with an early morning call and surprise him. Last night I was in a 'party' mood after hearing a news that Vibhu, my room mate has won a prize in a photgraphy competition. I had ordered 3 tandoori murgi, roasted chicken, full, for us. When the delivery did not come after an hour, I called up the guy only to be told that delivery wont be possible as he has ran out of stock. Bloody bastard! I had cursed him without yielding any result. Vibhu and I then set out to look for chicken. Gravy is not our liking. We wanted stuff. Just the CHICKEN. Our search took us to 'Kebab corner'. That guy delivers some real shit. Yesterday was no different. Chicken was a totally burnt, turn off. I guess the meat was old too, already dried to fall into pieces. A session of it with tandoor was enough to kill the taste. At 3 am, having watched the Aus vs Pak match, and surfed through all available channels on the TV, twice! out of boredom Vibhu prepared tea and I prepared awesome omelette. Reicpe was quite simple for the omelette. Butter in pan, eggs beaten properly, with a pinch of salt. That's it. Once done, I showered it with black pepper powder. It tasted awesome. After savouring the tea and omelette we passed some more time watching 'Destroyed in seconds' on Discovery channel. By 4:30 am, we were convinced that we needed to breath some fresh air of Aarey colony and adjoining jungle. By 4:45 am we were set to roll. We picked bike once again and zoooomed on the road to the max possible speed, I guess 90 km/hr, to our destination. I switched off the headlight momentarily and intermittently during our ride through dark jungle road.
Scary, awesome and most wonderful experience! Next time, we might cross the stretch at 3 am so that no morning walkers are around to worry about. We have also decided to walk through it once it rains here in Bombay. We will surely get to hear sounds from seasonal streams and crickets and other jungle insects. Also with a possibility of a ghostly experience in dark, I can't wait for rains to drench Bombay.
After we came from jungle, the National park, we went for a morning walk, after, I guess, 3-4 months! It was awesome. We were done with our experimenting, finally, by 7 am, that's when I decided to give a call to dad and let him know of my 'night out'.
I wish it rains soon!
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Love @ Doggy style
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We both loved each other!
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We both loved each other!
She was a btich to me. I was dog to her.*
*Any use of this line will need a written permission from me.
*Any use of this line will need a written permission from me.
Insanity
I can't complain about not having proper internet and not having time. I have everything here, Bombay left me with no choice but to use this space to the fullest. So, I feel, that is the reason this place has been explored by me more, quite recently though.
This one is about the train journey on my way back from Delhi to Bombay. I had some issues with passport and to sort that out I had gone to Delhi on 21st Jan. While I was returning, on 25th noon somewhere near Jaipur area, train's engine went down. It could not generate enough power to pull the train. Since train had halted for quite a long time, I decided to get down the train to roam around. I walked up to the engine, nearly dead engine making 'growling' sound fascinated me more than anything till date! I could sense the power, the majesty. Awesome! I instantly fell in love with train engines!
I have always loved trains. I dreamt of being train driver as a kid, having grown a bit to have some monetary sense I dreamt bigger, to become a TTE, he he. Life took a turn I ended up being an computer engineer.
Knowing the fact that engine and therefore the train will not move I moved to track to have the front view. I was afraid, I felt the shiver, while standing in front of the train. The pattern of sound the engine made had scared the hell out of me, when I heard it for the first time. I was busy in some chitchat with the train driver about the engine and 'navigating' the train, I saw a train coming from the other side. There was not much of a distance between two tracks i.e. between our train and the approcahing train on the other track. I walked midway between two tracks. Train was coming at super awesome speed from other side. I freezed to my place. Seeing me there, I heard a people shouting of course thinking that I'm on a suicide 'mission', "You are way to close to the track, step back, moving trains pull you towards themselves". Although I heard them, I had no sense to respond, either by action or by words. I was still for next 2-3 seconds since the time train crossed me, I guess firstly surprised of the fact that I was not pulled by the train, I had proved people wrong and secondly, the speed and the aura of the moving train had still kept me spell bounded.
After a wait to another half an hour another engine came and we started with our journey.
I had forgotten of this thing until today, when I saw crow trying to perch on a steel bar of a pillar of some 'Metro train' work in Andheri area.
While I have typed this 'Aadat' by Atif baba has played, if I'm not wrong, 7 times. Thanks to Gauri for providing this song through some 'fileshare' mechanism, which I need to learn. I'll be drafting a, I believe, unique idea in another post after this one. It's one hell of a one liner. You'll love me and my creatvity after going through it, I bet!
This one is about the train journey on my way back from Delhi to Bombay. I had some issues with passport and to sort that out I had gone to Delhi on 21st Jan. While I was returning, on 25th noon somewhere near Jaipur area, train's engine went down. It could not generate enough power to pull the train. Since train had halted for quite a long time, I decided to get down the train to roam around. I walked up to the engine, nearly dead engine making 'growling' sound fascinated me more than anything till date! I could sense the power, the majesty. Awesome! I instantly fell in love with train engines!
I have always loved trains. I dreamt of being train driver as a kid, having grown a bit to have some monetary sense I dreamt bigger, to become a TTE, he he. Life took a turn I ended up being an computer engineer.
Knowing the fact that engine and therefore the train will not move I moved to track to have the front view. I was afraid, I felt the shiver, while standing in front of the train. The pattern of sound the engine made had scared the hell out of me, when I heard it for the first time. I was busy in some chitchat with the train driver about the engine and 'navigating' the train, I saw a train coming from the other side. There was not much of a distance between two tracks i.e. between our train and the approcahing train on the other track. I walked midway between two tracks. Train was coming at super awesome speed from other side. I freezed to my place. Seeing me there, I heard a people shouting of course thinking that I'm on a suicide 'mission', "You are way to close to the track, step back, moving trains pull you towards themselves". Although I heard them, I had no sense to respond, either by action or by words. I was still for next 2-3 seconds since the time train crossed me, I guess firstly surprised of the fact that I was not pulled by the train, I had proved people wrong and secondly, the speed and the aura of the moving train had still kept me spell bounded.
After a wait to another half an hour another engine came and we started with our journey.
I had forgotten of this thing until today, when I saw crow trying to perch on a steel bar of a pillar of some 'Metro train' work in Andheri area.
While I have typed this 'Aadat' by Atif baba has played, if I'm not wrong, 7 times. Thanks to Gauri for providing this song through some 'fileshare' mechanism, which I need to learn. I'll be drafting a, I believe, unique idea in another post after this one. It's one hell of a one liner. You'll love me and my creatvity after going through it, I bet!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
10 to 12 or 10 already!
While I bend a bit to pick my laptop I looked at my analog watch, which has hands(hours and minutes and seconds)! One of which was pointing to 10 and other at 12. Seeing that I had nothing to say but yell, WHAT THE FUCK!! "12 noon already! I got up at 9 when dad called and where the hell did I spend my 3 hours!?" These were the thoughts that ran through my mind in 1 sec gap after which I had checked my mobile phone's watch which showed accurate 10:00 ...Ohh, such a relieved man I'm.
BTW I'm still on the 'uphill' task of finishing the book. I plan to start another by today. One by 'Paulo Coelho'. I also have to attend Mohan Baba's session..Prioritize dude!
Before I close, one, rather two, random thoughts:
1. The Cockroach story : An intelligent person responds, a fool reacts.(Courtesy: mail forwarded by Dholak and written by some Shinde)
2. Target should be about what we must do and not about what we can do! (Courtesy: DORK)
Plan for the morning walk at 5:30 am in Aarey colony could not be implemented. Shit!
BTW I'm still on the 'uphill' task of finishing the book. I plan to start another by today. One by 'Paulo Coelho'. I also have to attend Mohan Baba's session..Prioritize dude!
Before I close, one, rather two, random thoughts:
1. The Cockroach story : An intelligent person responds, a fool reacts.(Courtesy: mail forwarded by Dholak and written by some Shinde)
2. Target should be about what we must do and not about what we can do! (Courtesy: DORK)
Plan for the morning walk at 5:30 am in Aarey colony could not be implemented. Shit!
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Robbed
Having watched TV for good 6 hours, ever since I woke up because of crappy dreams of projects and reports and scary things of all sorts, I chose to read a book named 'DORK' by Sidin Vadukut. Gosh!! I have barely reached till page 104 and I feel robbed of the ideas that I had thought of and was suppose to put in the book I would have authored, once I roll out of the alma mater of the author mentioned. Whether it is the idea of 'false' laughter, cool company life or reimbursemnets and expenses or the ultra cool unique fantasy of animal sex under the table in a room brought down by an earthquake or getting job on Day zero, alas! they are all gone.
I have been fanatsizing this cool animal love since the time I had attained puberty. I understand this is way too personal detail but I wont mind sharing it, schools' faculty was the fuel! About the 'fake and mechanical' yet cool life in IT I had points to mention but I guess Sidin did a good job for now. I hope once I'm out of the same elite institute I should be able to do better. About the job at day zero, we both scored it, while Sidin opted for it, I kicked with 'certainty' the Titan's unCertain asS to join bigger and better company instead. I'll never join those bunch of idiots(sarkari babus) there, ever.
Whoa whoa whoa! I gotta mention this, I do the reporting to Aamiya, an onshore girl, name of course derived from the way Dholak calls it. Ha ha, Dholak can be found in every walk of life(life of this project). Ohh yes, reporting, so this reporting happens with true intent to follow company's policy, of delivering bad news upfront, in the same manner our 'Einstien' is doing in the book.
This book has provided a good, cool read. I'm half way through and while I read I had in my mind to beat Karthik's record who had finished reading the same book in 6 hours. To reach the half of it, I guess I took 4 hours..I need to do more work on my reading speed and use 'speed reading' practice instead. I have a start now, I dont know how far I can stretch it!? God knows!
Good night India.
I have been fanatsizing this cool animal love since the time I had attained puberty. I understand this is way too personal detail but I wont mind sharing it, schools' faculty was the fuel! About the 'fake and mechanical' yet cool life in IT I had points to mention but I guess Sidin did a good job for now. I hope once I'm out of the same elite institute I should be able to do better. About the job at day zero, we both scored it, while Sidin opted for it, I kicked with 'certainty' the Titan's unCertain asS to join bigger and better company instead. I'll never join those bunch of idiots(sarkari babus) there, ever.
Whoa whoa whoa! I gotta mention this, I do the reporting to Aamiya, an onshore girl, name of course derived from the way Dholak calls it. Ha ha, Dholak can be found in every walk of life(life of this project). Ohh yes, reporting, so this reporting happens with true intent to follow company's policy, of delivering bad news upfront, in the same manner our 'Einstien' is doing in the book.
This book has provided a good, cool read. I'm half way through and while I read I had in my mind to beat Karthik's record who had finished reading the same book in 6 hours. To reach the half of it, I guess I took 4 hours..I need to do more work on my reading speed and use 'speed reading' practice instead. I have a start now, I dont know how far I can stretch it!? God knows!
Good night India.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Sunday 05_02_2010
Precisely 10:45 am , Bombay city of a state Maharashtra, India, I sit and think what to write at this very moment. While I scout for topics, million thoughts run through my mind and a few sound through my ears. Sounds of songs from movie 'Raavan' playing on my lappy and from some renovation work in the neighbourhood, both seems alike, pain to ears.
Since sun is still not at its shortest distance from the equator on this longitude that passes through the city, my day has not 'started'.
Past week seemed to be awesome and indeed, it was awesome. I have attended two parties, one celebration and received a couple of appreciation mails and nice awesome feedback. I dont remember any week had been this awesome ever. A few turn off did happen, that is part of life and I guess I'm attuned to it now. I can't let AweEng girl bug me any more, she has been a grinch for past decade or so. Hmm, back to happy times. I had my stint with beer for the first time at one of the party. I had heard stories about it being bitter, but the party mood was compelling enough to overcome my fear and had a taste of it. The first gulp, made me feel good, though it was bitter. I had another pint and that was it. I wished to have more but seeing people loose sense over booze, putting break on drinking spree seems a wise decision. Party was fun, I had fun to act like a monkey! I'm good with this ancestoral stuff. I had accolades for that. Once the party was over I had task to take two completely 'out' 'compadre' to their places. One of them had grown aggressive, but lemon juice helped and we reached to the place without much of a trouble. I had chance to sleep in AC after 8 months! Thanks to very resourceful Adi sir.
We had another celebration for meeting our stiff and aggressive target. Many thanks to Amma, Lord and other babas and particularly LKRs. I might be assigned a different task from tomorrow onwards but I'm ok with the new challenges.
Yesterday I went to Colaba again, this seems to be my second house in city of Bombay! I'm insisting on this word Bombay more becauseI'm not a regional fanatic nor do I like others to be one. Yesterday was Maharashtra's 50th formation year! Great! But what pissed and always pisses me off is the fact that here there is too much of regionalism. I fail to remember people from any other state hailing theirs' and themselves like shitheads here. 'Jai Maharashtra', what the fuck! While I walked with Namit, along walkway at Marine drive, manoos(es) were celebrating in some hole and their voices were telecasted, much to my annoyance and to many others, I believe, all along the golden necklace. One fuckface delivering speech yelled, 'Mumbai fakt Maharashtranchi' translated, it means, Bombay belongs to Maharashtra only(and manooses). I guess any body having infinitesimal knowledge of geography and India would know this basic fact and for the 'only' thing, my response would be 'Eat shit'. I see no reason to reiterate the fact but to piss off a few like me and cheer double digit crore manoos. I do give a damn to these shitheads.
We went to Gateway Of India to meet one of Namit's friend, Neeraj. Neeraj and I had 'Chicken malai roll' at Gokul's Healthy bite, it sucked, yuck. We came back by 1 am.
Namit has left today andI'm lying here typing for good 45 minutes. I gotta be ready to start binging. Good day all and good health to fucking liar(grinch, of course).
Since sun is still not at its shortest distance from the equator on this longitude that passes through the city, my day has not 'started'.
Past week seemed to be awesome and indeed, it was awesome. I have attended two parties, one celebration and received a couple of appreciation mails and nice awesome feedback. I dont remember any week had been this awesome ever. A few turn off did happen, that is part of life and I guess I'm attuned to it now. I can't let AweEng girl bug me any more, she has been a grinch for past decade or so. Hmm, back to happy times. I had my stint with beer for the first time at one of the party. I had heard stories about it being bitter, but the party mood was compelling enough to overcome my fear and had a taste of it. The first gulp, made me feel good, though it was bitter. I had another pint and that was it. I wished to have more but seeing people loose sense over booze, putting break on drinking spree seems a wise decision. Party was fun, I had fun to act like a monkey! I'm good with this ancestoral stuff. I had accolades for that. Once the party was over I had task to take two completely 'out' 'compadre' to their places. One of them had grown aggressive, but lemon juice helped and we reached to the place without much of a trouble. I had chance to sleep in AC after 8 months! Thanks to very resourceful Adi sir.
We had another celebration for meeting our stiff and aggressive target. Many thanks to Amma, Lord and other babas and particularly LKRs. I might be assigned a different task from tomorrow onwards but I'm ok with the new challenges.
Yesterday I went to Colaba again, this seems to be my second house in city of Bombay! I'm insisting on this word Bombay more becauseI'm not a regional fanatic nor do I like others to be one. Yesterday was Maharashtra's 50th formation year! Great! But what pissed and always pisses me off is the fact that here there is too much of regionalism. I fail to remember people from any other state hailing theirs' and themselves like shitheads here. 'Jai Maharashtra', what the fuck! While I walked with Namit, along walkway at Marine drive, manoos(es) were celebrating in some hole and their voices were telecasted, much to my annoyance and to many others, I believe, all along the golden necklace. One fuckface delivering speech yelled, 'Mumbai fakt Maharashtranchi' translated, it means, Bombay belongs to Maharashtra only(and manooses). I guess any body having infinitesimal knowledge of geography and India would know this basic fact and for the 'only' thing, my response would be 'Eat shit'. I see no reason to reiterate the fact but to piss off a few like me and cheer double digit crore manoos. I do give a damn to these shitheads.
We went to Gateway Of India to meet one of Namit's friend, Neeraj. Neeraj and I had 'Chicken malai roll' at Gokul's Healthy bite, it sucked, yuck. We came back by 1 am.
Namit has left today andI'm lying here typing for good 45 minutes. I gotta be ready to start binging. Good day all and good health to fucking liar(grinch, of course).
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