Close Shave

I don’t know wat is wid us that we get a hair cut only on Sundays.
Ppl come normally on a friday and when you see them on mondays either the long locks are gone or a shiny bald appears.

This monday when i reached my office , this girl in my team came with an “Arundhati Roy” hairdo.Though it my be stylish all i can say was it looked ridiculous .

Well when smthing funny comes to me how can i stay withoug spreading the joy and i used my company’s messenger to communicate this to the guy next to me ,who himself had got a bad haircut the previous weekend .
 ”Bal kahan se kataye , jahan se apne katyae the kya “

I waited for a few minutes when i would get the acknowledgement from him…
But no acknowledgement !!! Wasn’t it funny ….so i tried to ping this guy….

Wat i saw on my screen was Catastrophic !!!

God knows wat had happened ,but was so occupied to “Spread the fun” that i had
actually pinged that girl itself.

And my comment “Bal kahan se kataye , jahan se apne katyae the kya ” was now transformed to a Question !!! It took me moments to realise the gravity of the situation.
Anticipating a seething face, I craned my neck over the partitions to see if my keystrokes had detonated the explosives.

But thankfully there was no one on the seat. So i got from the seat said a few “hi’s” and “hello’s” went to that girl’s seat,ACCIDENTALLY dropped my batch, bent down to pick it up and innocently pulled the plugs of her computer.

With all the imprints of my chicanery removed ,
i mused “That was a CLOSE shave . No !!! she had a CLOSE shave . I just missed one”.
 

Move On !!!

 ”Grant to us the serenity of mind to accept that which cannot be changed; the courage to change that which can be changed, and the wisdom to know the  one from the other”.
 Was walking in the office when the erudition dawned upon me. How often we had with the realisation of the futility of retrospection had  wallowed about our past !!! And by indulging in this introspection of “What if” ,  “Had I ” not only we suck the fun out of our present ,but also make our future  dismal.Let Bygone be bygones.Don’t cry over spilled milk !!!

 Just walk over all those memories that smell of grief and preserve those which  make you smile.Let not ur past hinder the dawn of the present where ur future  shines… 

 You cannot change your past ,but make ur present cheerful and future Awesome !!!

Going Down !!!

12th april 2006 —My last day @III Hyderabad
12th april 2007 —My last day @Inductis,Gurgaon.

That  much  for the coincidences.
Jobs and Wife are alike  in many aspects.

The other person seems to have the better than yours.
You don’t get satisfied with the one u have.
You don’t realise it’s importance till you have left it.

So finally i have left the “City of Malls” and “Dehli”.
It was after 4 years after toiling down (South) that i rightly
earned my place up (North) close to my near and dear ones.
But greed ,aspirations and ambitions understands no logic ,no emotions and
i took the hard step of Going Down (not literally) …Leaving behind
my first job , wonderful colleagues,seniors and gr8 friends…

The Family Guy

“Two is company ,Three is Crowd“.
Was talking to a friend and he began telling me about his plans of getting married within a year so that “he
can finish off all his obligations and responsbilities towards his family when he reaches 45“.

Man that was hilarious. Atually , i cannot imagine a person ,who has graduated along with
me to have a wife and probablly kids(no pun intended). I thought that the familiar feeling of homesickness and
desolation had overpowered my friend and that’s why he was talking like this.But then another friend also echoed
the same sentiments and he wanted to get married so that “he can quit this nomadic life ,eating aloo ke paranthas
outside and get settled“. Bloody Hell !!! Is everybody going to get married within a year or two . I guess if
everyone goes on the these lines ,I would be the lone surviving bachelor in 3 years among my friends and soon would be a “Middle-Aged” Bachelor…sounds interesting.

Actually one of my schoolfriend got married and another school mate is in the pipeline .Going to this school
friend’s house is awkward .Previously his mother used to attend us and now it’s his wife. Weird …..Times change !!!

It’s not that I as a person want to shirk and avoid responsibility ,but at this tender age of 23+ . I guess that’s
demanding.That’s so much responsibility and so much curtailment of freedom,speech and expression (literally).
Curtailment of Freedom => No more of “Frinitis” syndrome
Curtailment of speech => No using of expletives ….Control of speech
Curtailment of Expression => No more “ogling” and “google-ing”

Well that was the humourous part.It’s not that i want to mock a very pristine relationship ,but things need to be
viewed in a wider perspective.Just because you want to get over ur responsibilites before 45 or you want to settle
down doesn’t mean it’s the time to get “Married”.It’s not that the day you get married ,overnite you would metamorphise into a person with “deep understanding” and a mature outlook. Or you would learn how to sacrifice,how to face humiliations (intentional and unintentional),make other happy,look after others interest,care for others,worry about future,worry abt present,socialize,get the financial cover and blah blah .And to top that You would like to be reciprocated emotionally . I know it’s toooooooooo complicated .For me atleast.
And am fully aware of the fact that most ppl venture into “marriage” with scant regard to the abovementioned perspective and not that I promise to be ready to do all of the above “things” when the time comes.

Even as i write this post , i have one my colleagues telling me how his group of friends were making fun of an individual’s
marriage card and on the same forum discussing abt his “honeymoon”.Some quotes from there

“Shadi 9 ko hai.. par sehra bandi ladke ke ghar hoti hai.. to jaane se pehle **place*** mein sehra bandi and departure of baraat hoga
Baraaat train se travel karegi aur 9 ko ***place*** pahunchegi .. Jahan pe tharki pavitra bandhan mein bandhega.. and suhag raat bhi maanayega “

Okay that’s rude and totally insensitive and sheer immaturity and infantile behavior.But that’s I guess every guy is . “Insensitive ,brazen ,irresponsible ,immature ,innocence and fun loving “,but ALAS !!! the tentacles of marriage suck the fun out bachelor life .Or the Nature’s cruel way of telling a guy GROW UP !!!!

But then life has to go on it’s natural course and at the end of the day when you return home after yet another strenous day ,when your boss was cruel as ever , when you would consider things you could have been,when “the world has brought down to your knees”, there is a charming person to soothe you , to soak your pain ,anguish,to provide solace , to face the uncertainities of life , to fight with you at every step,to be your partner “In sickness and in health”,to share the griefs and happiness of the journey called “LIFE”.That person is your WIFE/HUSBAND and only the sanctity of marriage entrusts that power .

PS:One interesting observation . Girls are i guess very keen about the “Marriage” part.Boys are interested more abt the ” after Marriage” part and i guess that’s where the conflict starts…..

Frality thy name is “Indian Cricket”

After the action packed “Travails” of Saturday,i retreated to my flat.Exhausted and devoid of sleep ,switched on the idiot box.A rail curtailed 22 a side match between bangladesh and Australia was on the offering.
Watching cricket after the unceremonious exit of the “Men In Blue” was blasphemous.I went to another channel.But a twitch forced me to atleast see if the bangladeshi tiger who vanquished the “men in blue” were really worthy of the honour.
It didn’t take long for the aussies to whip those damned bangladeshi’s into submission and it’s that when i realised “Frality thy name is Indian Cricket Team“.Well it’s a hackneyed joke ,but it’s worth a laugh. Virgin “Of Richard Branson fame” wanted to sponsor the Indian Cricket Team ,but that was totally against the spirit of the Indian Cricket team,which gets damn f****d by every god damn random team.
During the Bangla-Aussie match , there was a spectator waving the Indian Tri-Color.Wonder what was he doing there ? Well going by the realistic estimate of India qualifying for the next round after beating bermuda and bangladesh ,it should have been India playing against the aussie .So said the script of the World Cup . But Indians as unpredicatable they are had another story to enact.We cannot blame the Indian team.The BCCI is to be blamed.Those bast**** didn’t allow the comfort of the wives and girl friends to the Indian cricketers and it was all to protest that.Basically they were not able to reciprocate the On-field experience.

With the top cricketing teams slugging out in the Carribean for the coveted trophy , our fallen heroes and demi-gods are back licking their wounds.While BCCI has decided to have two teams India Seniors and India Blue .They have all the time in the world to select teams because the rest of the cricketing world is busy witnessing the extravaganza called the World Cup.
While the shocking exit of the Indian team was mourned throughout the nation ,there were a few smiling faces as well.
1) Kaif , Pathan , Raina ,Dinesh mongia have salvaged their career.
2) Yuvraj Singh , touted as the next captain …(What worked for south african in the form of Smith doesn’t mean would work for us).
3) Pakistan Cricket found company in us.. ….. it’s the epitome of neighbourly love and mutual trust .
4) ESPN and star sports …..
5) Greg Chapell .He succeeded in the Mission he was sent from Australia. Last world cup they had realised the potential of Indian Cricket team and the potential competitor …. !!! —Mission Accomplished..(that’s really far fetched )

The Dream of Holi

I was in Hyderabad in IIIT among the familiar milieu , savouring the success of my dost “Cutie Pie” from the travails of “Deloitte” into the “Amazon” forest . We were on our usual way to revelries . Sitting in Ptee’s “No Smoking Zone” . Smoking , drinking the “White Mischief” mixed with Sprite . Singing and Roaring to the Rock Music. The cool breeze came through the open windows along with the occassional junior’s quick glance on the “Wasted” seniors. “Pondi ” being his usual self was on the bed with his sprite bottle keeping an eye on “Pati” who was already inebriated “peeing” through the window.
Suddenly Ptee’s UPS made some strang noise . Being on a “high” I cudn’t withstand the noise and i went near the UPS on the floor and lost my balance and fell there.While I was trying to repair the UPS,ppl thought i was unconscious and they pulled me from there. And then the night retreated.
Next i was going down the road,I was walking alone.From opposite direction a girl was coming.The blue jeans with white strips,the pink (not sure of the colour) top and the gait all looked familiar ,only the face was n’t visible .Whether it was the Vodka overpowering me or my myopic vision it was only when the female handed over a chit to me that i realised who she was.I opened the chit and in it was written “Please talk to me !!!”.At that moment i was elated .She actually wanted to talk.“A ray of light”.No more forced conversations from this time onwards.No more awkward silences and quotidian questions of well being.Only love would prosper.God Bless Her. “Life is not after all that Unfair” .
The complexities of Human brain cannot be comprehended . How effectively it communicates the longing “company” of friends and family.How it juxtaposes the Needs and Aspirations with reality.
The dexterity of dreams in cheering your inner self.Just one chit and if i remember not even a glimpse gave me the happiness that had deserted from the instant i left hyderabad.
People have always wondered abt the importance of dreams. Whether they are God’s “secret message conveyer” or the illusion of the innermost lingering desires in the sub consciousness.Whether it was a sign to re-establish the lost connection or just a desperate reason to somehow talk to her.Or it was the desire of someone 1500kms south. Or just a passing by manifestation of love .

But watever it was ,Alas it is Status Quo !!!

And I hope she comes to “Haunt Me yet again”

Jealousy

 ”We always compare ourselves with others. And more often than not we feel what others have, or have achieved, is more than what we have and start feeling jealous.When we are not able to bear others’ excellence, we get jealous. Comparison is the seed and jealousy is the fruit. We cannot deal with jealousy directly. Even if we tell ourselves repeatedly not to compare ourselves with others and not to feel jealous, we cannot overcome it.Even if we keep telling ourselves not to feel inferior because we are less wealthy than a neighbour, less handsome than a colleague, less intelligent than an acquaintance, we still feel inferior. And the jealousy that comes out of it is a very powerful emotion.

In reality, comparison does not have positive existence; it has negative existence. It only exists in our minds. An object that has positive existence can be moved from one place to another place. Let’s take the example of darkness. Can darkness be moved from one room to another? No! because it does not have a positive existence. But by bringing light into the room, it can be made to disappear.

Same way, comparison that has negative existence cannot be removed. But it can be made to overcome by bringing understanding and awareness into our minds. Comparison results in low self-esteem or high self-esteem. With low self-esteem, we attack other persons whom we are jealous of and we suppress ourselves. With high self-esteem, we try to suppress others if they do not support our active ego.

This is the way seeds of violence and misery are sown in us. We continuously run our life based on comparison. In consequence, we pick up the attitude of violence; we pull other people down; we learn methods to stop their progress. When we start to compare, it means we are picking up desires from other people. We try to work out others’ desires instead of living our own desires and trying to fulfil them.”

An awesome piece Not Written By me ,but fully and truly protrays my take on Life as it should have been ,but never was

An Ode to the “departing souls”

It was the second time i went to the place . The place was same,the occassion was same,but the Hosts were different .
The place – Chinese and Thai Cafe

The occassion- Celebrating the liberation of yet another soul

The Host- Liberated Soul

“I have tried so hard and got no far“.I have tried to quit Non-Vegetarian food and Drinking ,but the social obligations and the fear of being singled out has time and again made me to take to drinks. So there i was starting with Mock Tail’s and ending up with Tequila shots ,left half-drunk ,half-sober .I was feeling like a deserted unsatisfied partner.

But let me elaborate on the experience at the place. Awesome !!! Fantabulous !!! You can run out of adjectives to describe the place.The loud Rock Music (Though i am not too deep into it) sounds rhythmic and pleasant with every sip of the intoxicant .As u get high,the dim lights,the drink, the milieu enraptures you.

My faith in the hypothesis that when you are drunk it’s better to see ppl (especially girls) dancing was reaffirmed and i realised that 2 Tequila shots and a LIT had overpowered me.At around midnite , we(1 sober + 1 half drunk + 3 drunkards sponge) left in search of “piping hot gajar ka halwa”.Our intention was to hit the NH8 ,but the sober cabby (srry car-owner and damn u racial discriminators …stop harassing poor shilpa (of course shetty)) didn’t oblige.After stopping 4 a brief puking session for Unni (4 tequila took it’s toll on him) we all retreated to our respective flats after having partied for 4 hrs .

Though I had a great time, thanks to the host (Unni and Rajat(For the one b4)) , i realised that in our inebriated capacities we haven’t thanked the departing “liberated souls” or the awesome treat and their assitance during my project and especially UNNI for getting me into this “shit“…….

Thanks guys….

One final realisation ….This company is encouraging me not to quit drinking …Two parties in a week ….Man that’s a bit more than i can take….

Inertia

“A body continues to be in state of rest or uniform motion,unless compelled by an external force to do so”.

Went to Lucknow for the extended weekend.Had a blast amidst the maternal love ,care and nagging (To meet the relatives and purchase this and that to take to gurgaon).While boarding the train back to Delhi.The heart as usual felt an ache. An ache to leave the familiar grounds,familiar faces,so much love and care ,but then the  wisdom dawned upon me and the law of inertia  ,whcih had been harrowing me for the past 8-9 years provided solace to me.

I realised that it’s not the pain of leaving the loved ones behind ,but the incapability of the heart and the mind to accept changes in the milieu.It’s like the body adapts and adapts well to the changes ,but the heart drags it back and thereby causing the imbalance.

It’s just that  a boy/girl likes a girl/boy (assuming straight sexual orientation) ,but the other doesn’t gratify . As a result the boy/girl harps and broods on this melancholic , melodramatic situation and this inertia drives this lugubrious state of mind ,but if this boy/girl finds a new beloved (External FORCE) to get over his troubled state of mind.

Another analogy is my state of  “NO WORK” as a result of which my mind has stared to work deviously and hence such a crappy blog…so unless i get a EXTERNAL force …. u wud soon hear from me….lol…

BAU

What’s UP ? The number of hours i spend in hours ….(at times 16hrs)
What’s down ? Consequently , my mock scores (

What’s increasing ? My waistline………….:((
What’s decreasing? The number of days to go for DIWALI )

What’s NEW ? A boy batchmate asking a girl batchmate IF SHE IS PLANNING TO GET LAID….

What’s OLD ? The hackneyed reply “When I find the right PERSON “ LOL

What’s Being Missed ? The IFTAAR offer of PIZZA HUT at hyderabad ,the episodes of How I met Your Mother…Prison Break ….Lost and my Jogging Regime.
What’s Not being missed? My batchmates (The SOB’’s are spamming like HELL).

“Brevity is the soul of Wit”……………………………………………………………………………….

P.S. Guess wat is BAU