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2011-01-26T08:39:00.000-08:00

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A drop

2007-01-15T08:27:00.000-08:00

It's raining here for quite some time now. 2 days, 7 hrs, 49 mins and 33 secs to be more precise... The point here is I've nothing to do. It's the ideal situation for thinking. I think when they have nothing to do and don't think when doing something. What an irony.

My weekend had 16 hrs of sleep, 3 NFL games, few more hrs of TV, few hrs of surfing, my friend on the other side of chat window and the rain drops on the other side of the glass window. Watching that rain drop, I couldn't help but wonder, am I any different than a drop?

The drop had a good journey from the skies to my window. It had a fun ride with the other drops; some might be his friends, some family. It looked so contained resting there on the glass panel in company of his loved ones. Not for long though. Until now the drop had no option but to drop down. But now, resting on the window, the drop has never known itself to be in this situation. It has a choice. Does it want to trickle down with other drops to mix silently with the water below or does it want to make ripples as it fall down or does it want to stick up there?

I always wanted to be the one causing ripples. I always was the one mixing silently...

The one who sticks up will evaporate eventually but surely leave a mark up there. Other's like me will continue their journey with or without the ripples, eventually becoming a part of the ocean, most of the times lying at the bottom, Sometimes coming up with the current. All these drops have one thing in common, a hope, a hope to ride a wave some day.

The rain has stopped. Every drop has chosen his destiny. So have I. There's a current for sure but no wave nearby.

7 things

2006-03-06T07:53:00.000-08:00

I got tagged... second time in my blogging life. Let me carry the Baton for a while...

7 things I plan to de before I die

1. Get retired
2. Get married
3. Buy a flat
4. Sky diving
5. Wind surfing
6. Scuba diving
7. Watch an India vs. Aus ODI world cup final at MCG where India wins

7 things I can do

1. Listen to PL Deshpande for Hrs
2. Watch "friends" for hrs together. I have all 10 seasons with me :)
3. Get into the fridge to fine something to eat at 3 in morning when there's a commercial break btn two movies
4. Talk on phone for hours. My personal best is somewhere around 4 n half hours I guess.
5. Make friends with ppl I don't know
6. Drink mountain due just after I had hot coffee
7. Get up at 9.38 and be in office at 10.02 when office is an 18 mins drive

7 things I can’t do

1. Get up early in the morning
2. Listen to music when I work
3. Keep my desk tidy
4. Watch soap opera
5. Say no to someone without making it sound weird or hurtful.
6. Enjoy the moments when I don’t have any work in office. I always have the fearful feeling that someone may come and give me some work. I can’t say no.
7. Stay all by myself and not talk to anyone for more than an hr.
7. Answer the phone without saying "Haan Bolo" if the caller is a close friend

7 things that attract me to opposite sex

1. Bright smile, like the morning sunshine
2. Elegance in the walk, no model walks pls
3. The dressing sense, I like it simple
4. Great figure n silky hairs
5. Simplicity, not showing attitude n all
6. Intelligence
7. Artistic qualities

Seven phrases I say most..
1. Ohh...
2. Hmm...
3. OK
4. BRB
5. what else
6. bole to
7. chalata hain
7. Aur sunao
7. Good for u

Seven celebrity crushes..
1. Urmila: man o man... what a figure; I bet no design software can boast of drawing such curves
2. John A: That guy is a hunk. Mind u I'm straight
3. Amrita Rao: I luv her
4. Meg Rayn: woman of my dreams
5. Amitabh Bacchan: born with the style
6. Madhuri Dixit: What a smile and the best dancer.
7. Michael Douglas: Great dialog delivery

Seven people you would want to pass this baton to..
1. praga
2. praga
3. praga
4. praga
5. inscrutable shaan
6. inscrutable shaan
7. inscrutable shaan

mathi, kathak, Dan, Agent R n Sudha must have done it at least seven times before. Let me not bother them and give a chance to ignore me.

My Perfect Girl

2006-02-27T06:52:00.000-08:00

1. should be 22 or older. I dont think girls below 22 are matured enough (intellectually I mean u pervert). But yes, I would love to be proved wrong. ;)

2. Should have taste in arts. Not necessarily sketching or painting. Writing/poetry/photography/floral decor/singing/playing music/... anything and everything

3. She should share my passion for
~ moonlight walk be it a seashore or terrace
~ bike ride in the rain drizzle
~ monsoon trek in sahyandris
~ getting up late in the morning
~ going to bed early at night

4. She should have an Identity of her own.

5. Should be a good cook. Not that I cant, but there's enough room for improvement in my cooking.

6. I'm gonna pay for the housing loan. She should pay for the car loan.

7. She should be my friend before anything else.

ppl I tag
Praga
Iscrutable Shaan
Neha

There are few more I would like to tag
YC
Shri
Tosh
Srujana
Bhaiyaji
Vinayak
sadly these buggers dont blog
and those who do are already tagged by Kathak

A post after a while

2005-09-16T12:11:00.000-07:00

A Post after what is too long to call a while.

*caution : Hindi readers only

A couple of cups of coffee with a friend...

2005-08-07T09:57:00.000-07:00

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full.They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

***** The golf balls are the important things--God, your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favourite passions--and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

***** The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.

***** The sand is everything else--the small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18 holes of golf. There will always be time to clean the house and take out the rubbish. Take care of the golf balls first--the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Confirmation Letter

2005-06-03T05:57:00.000-07:00

I am thru with the probation period (3 months) & was confirmed yesterday. Looking back at these 3 months I was just wondering if I ever did anything worth confirmation. In fact even they didn’t ask me anything worthwhile to do. They congratulated me for satisfactory completion of the probation period...huh. Don’t know whose satisfaction? Every jobs has its own honeymoon period & this one seems like a long tiresome honeymoon. You must be wondering how can this ultimate delectation be tiresome? But believe me it was especially when u don’t know whom you are indulging with. 3 months into the company & am still seeking substantial work to keep myself awake in these US timings. Staying up all night all fired up to fire at every possible opportunity has only left me a little titillated with some petty assignments to my credit & am yet to fire. Someone has rightly said “Once you decide to titillate instead of illuminate... you create a climate of expectation that requires a higher and higher level of intensity”. Hopefully it’ll happen soon for me. Till then its time for me to cherish my first confirmation letter, which says, “We are looking forward to your continued higher level of performance” & am looking forward to high intensity hullabaloo (work) to perform.

What a ride !!!

2005-05-18T06:38:00.000-07:00

Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well preserved

body, looking nice, flowery and admirable (what for?!), but rather to

skid in sideways very badly, totally worn out, shattered and shouting,

"Fuck, what a ride!!"

Inscrutable Shaan makes his mark

2005-05-14T01:50:00.000-07:00

His first postInterview features in the NDTV writing room.
Good going shaan.

"Morning Cup Of Tea"

2005-05-11T03:08:00.000-07:00

The eyelids glimmer a little to gauge the time of the day. It is more than few hrs since the sun rose. I turn over to check the watch but can't find it in the heap of books. I have this habit of heaping the books on my bed. I arrange all the books in the shelf once in two months. Those which I take out to read don't return to the shelf till the two month cycle is due. This time the period was delayed and it's the sign of my laziness.

"It's 10.30". My roomy aware of my daily habit screams loud. I step out of the bed and step into the bathroom. 15 mins later I am ready for the first cup of the tea. But the stove is the last thing you should expect in the bachelors room(I'll say the same even for clean clothes, broom, curtains, shoe stand...) forget bout milk and all.This is typical bout the bachelor's room.You may not find the things which for most ppl are the common things and if you find those, they surely won't serve the common purpose. I'll elaborate. You wont find a cupboard for clothes. If you find one, it won't have clothes but books or something like it. Then where do the clothes go. Don't worry, there's a chair for that. The only study table is crowded with pens, ear buds, comb, wrist watch, glasses, yesterday's news paper,leftover biscuits, keys, last week movie tickets, practical journal, audio cassettes, calC, pencil leads and all that. One word for this... "Mess".Then where to study? Good question. There is a thing called bed to serve this purpose. There are two major advantages that I find of studying on the bed. You can rest the book against the bedside wall and ur hands are free to serve the purposes they are best suited for. The purpose may differ form person to person. second and the more important of the two is you can sleep any moment, just close your eyes.

But right now I don't want to sleep. All I want is just a cup of tea. I dive into the "Mess" and in not more than few seconds I emerge victorious with my bike key.Am I good or what? Did I mention I have a "Desh Ki Dhadkan" "Cruise the road feel the comfort" bike? I own a Splendor. Khub maje kiya hai maine uspe.And here are we on our next mission. "Morning Cup Of Tea". I have it every day. No matter what happens this period is never delayed and I don't even have to take any pills for that.

on a high today

2005-04-20T11:23:00.000-07:00

Considering the very limited readership of this blog I newer expected someone actually asking me “any new post?” so here I go. This is a first of my creations..not songs but lines written under .. of inspiration n he he alchoholation... finally managed to get hold of some in this dry state.
apni to har shaam nashe main guzarti hain...
ek din shaam nashe main hogi aur hum guzar jaenge....

us nashe ke peeche main nashe main chal diya
andheri un galiyoon ko pyaar se choom liya
kya hua agar meri manzil bewaafa nikali
un raahon mein main nashe se jhoom liya

chup si woh tanhaiyaan bhi hazaar labz keh jaati hain
jo zubaan na keh paae..woh nigaah keh jaati hain

Life isn’t that happening & boredom doesn’t inspire me to write anything, so a couple of blogless week. Planning to get ride of this boredom by chilling out somewhere with my gang. Hope not just end up planning.
Happened to watch LUCKY & KUCH MEETHA HO JAYE coz of some movie nuts here in the office & I honestly feel they need help.
LUCKY: Wanna watch russia in Rs. 100...go ahead
KUCH MEETHA HO JAYE : yuck
Hope something in store to shake up things in life.

till then ciao..

Dil Chahta Hai

2005-04-04T11:19:00.000-07:00

DIL CHAHTA HAI
14Th August 2001,
2400 hrs
Prabhat Theaters,
Amravati.

A friend’s birthday party & as usual the treat was a flop movie. Thankfully Aamir Khan & Co answered my prayers as it turned out to be another mind-blowing performance by them. Actually there was MELA (one might remember it for twinkle khanna’s bathing bash, the after effects of it are still felt doing some seriuos damages to the b'day boy) as well in the long list of flops we watched on birthday parties. It was raining heavily & we were on our way to our hostels on bikes. The atmosphere was intoxicating & for boozehounds like us I wished it were a vodka downpour. Watching Christine screw Samir for the 3rd time in 4 days (DCH released on 10th Aug) was fun. Poor guy I really felt for him & was hoping that at least this time things could be the other way round & would have been wonderful to watch as well. Huh…

Anyways even today after 4 yrs Christine still scores over Samir, which I confirmed yesterday on Star Plus. I wish I could make a movie so that Samir could settle scores with Christine. Hope the censor board will pass it. It’s been 3 yrs now we parted & traversed different paths to our own dream destinations. We were a group 5. Nik, Tosh, Ranga, Gols & the dashing debonair me myself. (Kiten this blog equally belongs to me so I can take these liberties). Each very unique in his own way. Destinations wont be the right word as we are yet to reach somewhere & it sounds good with planned & organized people only. Ranga & Nik could be one of them. As far as I am concerned, my planning & organization was confined to passing through exams by hook or crook & on the cricket feild. Gols & me were more like “landed up somewhere” types & Tosh would be somewhere in between. Landing has its own adventure you see since you don’t know where you are heading, sorry landing. In the era of globalization how could we be left untouched by it? Indianapolis, Mumbai & New Jersey (that’s where I am at least for my clients), the global destinations separate us by different time zones & thousands of miles but we still are well connected & bonded as ever. Life is not that kind a fun today anymore. I miss the parties, boozing, cricket, chikhaldara trips*, maaltekdi** (& the maal as well) & the college which made this all possible. I can go on & on on this. They say one should live in his present & not worry about the future. What about someone who every now & then goes back to his past & try to relive it. Hasn’t someone said anything about the past? I guess it happens when your past is great than your present or is it always better? Don’t know.

What I have learnt over the years is take life with a pinch of salt, a slice of lemon & a tequila shot coz hum logon ki thokar mein hai yeh zamana.
So Chilllllllllllllllllll & MTV Enjoyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

* A small hill station. ** Our hangout place.

Bond of luv

2005-04-04T07:42:00.000-07:00

A little girl and her father were crossing a flimsy bridge. The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, "Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.
"The little girl said, "No, Dad. You hold my hand.""What's the difference?" asked the puzzled father.
"There's a big difference," replied the little girl.
"If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go."
In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind but in its bond. So hold the hand of the person whom you love rather than expecting them to hold urs...

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Interview

2005-03-31T10:31:00.000-08:00

I was into my final semister of my MBA when I got a call from a company for an interview with them. It was a chor company but I was thrilled like any other desperately job seeking individual in this country. The interview was scheduled at 1400 hrs & I was there well before time to discover the unprofessional attitude of the company & the ever-increasing unemployment rate of the country. Things were frustrating for me of late, in fact for quite sometime. A new place (mumbai), accommodation problems, new people, my screwed up scores, my screwed up love life infact the list of screwed things was really long. To cut that short I had a screwed identity. To add to that Brett Lee screwed us by hitting a six of last ball of Balaji to win the match for Australia. A die-hard cricketing aficianado like me was thunderstruck only to be brought back to life with a chilled glass of water by my colleagues. The ever-ready toothy smiled Balaji was smiling as usual.

It was 1700 hrs now & still there were no signs of the grilling exercise for us unemployed souls. For 3hrs we were on a tour of the company head quarters from one conference room to the other. Though I was on earth but I was in my own marsian world for the past 1.5 yrs with no venusians around to bug me. I was happy or may be I just told myself that. Engrossed in my own thoughts as to where I am heading in life & what am I doing about it? I saw her sitting lonely in a corner. Blank looks exchanged & that’s it. But I came back to life as if something had hit me, don’t know what it was. Just to see what was happening around I found the entire male community eyeing this girl. She seemed to be lost somewhere & may be the ever-increasing unemployment rate was bothering her a well. She was simple & very beautiful dressed in black (my fav color) in western formals awaiting some news from the company officials. At about 1715 hrs a HR executive announced that the interviews would start by 1800 hrs & asked us to move to another conference room on the 6th floor. I wonder if this company was into waiting/conference room business. We made a move & by now I had made up my mind to initiate a conversation just to know who she was? The elevator was my best chance & I made sure we went together. Off course there were other people as well.

I was determination personified & was figuring out some ice breaking lines but no break thrus as such. The fact that I hadn’t spoken to a girl for a long time was showing. We were in the lift & I looked at her. She was all geared up to take on the company official for their unprofessional attitude & was saying all sorts of things. Actually she was talking to me but I couldn’t hear anything as my hearing senses were paralyzed by her melodious voice. I was looking at her blankly till the point she asked me which college I was from? I almost hi fived everybody in the elevator as finally I found an opening. Doing my best to empathize with her I kept agreeing (in few words) to whatever she was saying.

GYAN: Listen very attentively or at least pretend to when a woman is frustrated and talking about her problems. A women feels better when she has spoken about her problems.

How could I disagree such a beautiful girl? Without much of talking, my empathsing, good attention & listening skills clicked at the right time. We were now in the conference room & by now she had calmed down. The 1 TN wall split AC from Bluestar had done the job (cooling solutions to cool your lady better). Wonder if that was what kept in mind while inventing an AC’s.

After discussing a few details about each other like all 20 somethings we focused on career & marriage as the topic of discussion. It was a great surprise in fact a shocker to learn that she was exactly like me. I felt like talking to a female version of mine, my alter ego. Our conversation spanned over a lot of things with time & I felt by now she was interested in what I was saying & hopefully in me as well. She happily gave me her mail id & cell no & I felt triumph at last. Any guy would feel that when the girl is so beautiful & the competition is so tough. Even the rate of competition there is ever increasing. The HR person may be didn’t want to disturb us scheduled our interview in the last batch. We were least bothered about it. She was a very matured person & her soothing voice made me forget my long list of screwed things in my life. Finally we were interviewed & both of us did well. We parted our ways with some genuinely “nice meeting you” lines & awaited results for the next couple of days. I thought of her, which made me call her. Both of us couldn’t make it but the results were out announcing us as friends forever. She chuckled in approval of this & I clinched my fist in achievement. We have been great friends for the past 1.5 yrs. Wonder what makes perfect strangers gel with each other so perfectly? What makes them click???? may be an interview...what Say???

Shayari...

2005-03-31T08:02:00.000-08:00

(Exclusively for the Englidh readers who understand Hindi. Others pls excuse...)
One more thing. All but one are borrowed. Which is the odd man out? That's for u to find out.

Garmiyain hasratain nakam se jal jate hai
Hum Charago ki tarah shaam se jal jate hai
Shama jo saath main jalti hai numais ke liye
Us hi aag main hum gumnam se jal jate hai
Jab bhi aata hai tera naam mere naam ke saath
Jane kyon log mere naam se jal jate hain..

Jeena to humne bahot chaha
par jindagi hamare bas main kahan
har koi jise chahe
woh aashiyan use milta kahan

Bulbul bahar-e-chaman main chahakti jaroor hai
Shakhe chaman main lachakti jaroor hai
Choopta nahi nakab main aalam-e-sabab hoozoor ka
Kali khilti hai to mahakti jaroor hai

Mohabbat hum ne mana
Jindagi barbad karti hai
Yeh kya kam hai ke mar jane pe
Duniya yaad karti hai

Tuze chahane fitrat si ho gayi hai
Tere deedar ke bina aakhe num si ho gayi hai
Tere masoon chehre se uthti har hasee ki kasam
Tuze yaad karna aadat si ho gayi hai

EASTER

2005-03-30T11:36:00.000-08:00

Ever heard of celebrating Easter on Good Friday? Here they did. With the US Govt denying Modi the Visa celebrating Easter was nothing less than jeopardinsing the safety of our office at the hands the BJP & RSS. At times these gujjus can be really enigmatic especially while americanising. You will hear a lot of things for the first time as I did when I came here.
Pani puri for break fast.
A sweet daal fry with tadka
The list can be really long if you are keen on making a note of them.
Fortunately I sleep the whole day (night shifts) to spare my soul from ths linguistic & cultural torture which my other family members are going through.
Kay karnar shewti marathi manus….apla vidarbhach bara to bhi yeglaa pahije aamhaale.
Jay Maharshtra. ….Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....
“Hail GUJJU”…..Modi Khush hua....

Appraisal time...

2005-03-25T11:16:00.000-08:00

It is biannual, but may not always be as productive. Sounds like some crop. But it is not. It happens in sept and March for each financial year and it's called PCMS(PERFORMANCE & COMPETENCY MANAGEMENT SYSTEM) or appraisals in layman's terms. It’s a bargain with the appraiser to fetch u the score. Score against the goals you were supposed to perform and the competencies u were supposed to demonstrate. It’s a ritual and I have to follow it. It's as inevitable as me appearing for CAT every year (not always....),controversy over cricket telecast rights in India, Salman taking off his shirt or Mallika showing her skin. All these things demand my attention, except the salman getting naked of course, for one reason or the other.

From financial point of view last few days were tough for me. Nothing like that I was bankrupt or something. But it has a bank involved in it. Bank One.... as JPMorghanChase subsidiary. It all started with me opening a checking account with this bank. No other option as only Bank One allows to open an account without Social security number (SSN). The fat fellow behind the desk goofed up my address. This was where the seeds of my rollercoaster ride with Bank One a/c were sown. I stepped out with a Bank One ATM card valid for a week completely unaware of the plight of my account and my sufferings along. USPS (United States Postal Service) delivered the Bank One debit card at my door steps. I was happy :) Not for long.....

One of those regular weekdays' lunch. Here I was paying for my Chicken sandwich combo at the KFC. The fellow behind the counter gave me the bitter look as if he has tested shit when he returned me my card with a slip reading "Error in Card Number". What the hell..!! All these sequence of events were repeated the next day with one difference. The venue was Pizza Hut.
All these bitter looks and "Error in card Number" continued till USPS stepped in again to reveal the reason. Bank One threatened to block my card in 7 business days if I fail to provide my address proof. The last line of the letter read "Your relationship as a valued customer is important to us". "Valued customer" my foot. The later dated 22 Feb and thanks to USPS, it was 4 March when I received it. If there were not to be those American Express Traveler's checks, what would I have done. Thank you American Express..!!

Few more days of misery, three odd visits to the bank office, two faxes to the main branch, and one reset of pin number later there I was stepping outside of the bank, powered with the new debit card, ready to take on the KFC, the Pizza Hut fellow and the rest of the world.

At the end of all this or so what I think, One question comes to my mind. Shouldn't I be the one apprising the Bank One employee who goofed up my address?

Just the Name... No password..??

2005-03-25T05:57:00.000-08:00

Kid

Well this is too early to say as I'm not yet married and dont plan to for few more years.but it would be worst of my nightmares.I would love my kid not to have the "FLAVOURS" of software industry.

And now a joke.....
Sardar tells a girl "Come 2 my house at nite, nobody
will b there.............
Girl goes at night & realy nobody was there.... :)))

and one more....
Sardar-why r all these people running?
Man- This is a race, the winner will get the cup.
Sardar-If only the winner will get the cup, why r others running?

You've got mail

2005-02-12T14:46:00.000-08:00

1k MB of k.niket@gmail.com, twice of that with rediff (niket007@rediffmail.com and one personal account) , 100 MB with romeo_nik@yahoo.com, add few more mega bites of hotmail. This all sums up to 3 and half GB perhaps. And if this all is not enough, there are two of my office accounts where the outlook mail server holds few more GBs of my mails... but who's counting.

There is 10 and half hrs of time difference between here and Pune. When I log on here, the day is almost over there. Even the mail communications and the chat sessions. What I have is a bulk of mails in my inbox and few offliners. I read them all and it's over. No more mails, no forwards, no messages for the rest of the day ahead...long day ahead. I used to get the same number of messages before. But I am not happy. There is something wrong here. Something has changed.

Mail. What is a mail? Just few lines, few pictures may be or some other attachment. Communicates something from the sender to the receiver. Is that all what a mail stand for?

Certainly not. Lets find out what a mail has to offer.
~ It gives u the feeling that someone has thought of u
~ It gives u the feeling that you are thinking of someone
~ It's a good and effective way to spread a word (more than often is not the word of wisdom).
~ You can share all those sardarji jocks (no offence intended pls...)
It's the best way to impress your boss. wondering to know how?(Refer the * story)
~ It comes with the feature of "Reply All". Hit it whenever you see some gals name in the list of address. A way to get introduces...It works wonders, I’ve seen it happen...
~ It makes you fall in love. Don't believe me. Well, ask Tom and Meg.
And if you don’t feel these, the reasons enough to receive and send mails.... here's one more
~ The largest source of porn. I say more than the World Wide Web. And with the equal reach. Why else does u think the DPS and Arana were the talk of the town in no time?

If a mail has so much to offer, I find no reason why I should not miss the mails. I say there should be a mail every 10 mins. It keeps you going with the energy n zeal same as the HUMDARD ka Tonic Cinkara.

It keeps you hanging there with the expectation of the next one.

This is what is missing in my day...MAILS. No continuous inflow of mails.... no Cinkara to keep me going...This has made me understand the value of mails, perhaps the hard way. What shall I do then? I read all mails. Even the Delivery status notifications, Bounce mails and the mailer-daemons. And waiting for the next.

Pls Mail me.....

*The Story :Manager asks his subordinate, our HERO of the story, to study the
application and send the status report( Managers... they generally ask
for such kinna crap). The HERO being efficient enough is complete with
the report by 6 in evening. The manager being the MANAGER has already
left for the day. Most ppl will immediately mail the stuff to the
manager. Our HERO is wise enough not to do that. Complete with the
days work, our HERO, as any other guy in the software industry, turns
to the web for the time pass, After all those chats, mails and the
visits to porn sites, when it is almost 10.57 pm, the HERO opens to
Outlook to send the report.( I like the mailing service. It even lets
you know what time the mail was sent.). The manager can do nothing but
to appreciate the extra hrs the HERO has put in. After all he is only
a manager...

Happy Valentines day

2005-02-12T11:17:00.000-08:00

2 guys n a gal

Just to remind of one thing ........... two guys for a girl,
one tearfully ruminating, and the other carefully tracking .........
Despite all this, the girl is looking for better options ............

This is the way life is ............
Happy Valentines day to all...in advance

US of A

2005-02-02T10:58:00.000-08:00

"This is your captain speeking. We are about to land at Chicago Int Airport. Weather outside is Bright and Sunny and the temperatuen is 14 degree Fahrenheit."
How can anyone say it to be bright and sunny if the temperature outside is -10 degree celsius.(Dont ask me the formula but 14 degree fahrenheit converts to -10 degree celsius).But thats the way it is over here. I am in the US of A. It's official. A fxxxing consulate guy can't stop me from comming over.But he can surely delay. It took me 3 months to get the L1 cleared.And here I am, few thousand nautical miles away from my motherland. I have just come over.Let me enjoy this change in life which I desperately needed.
It's a new phase. I am experiencing new things. Air conditioners and ceiling fans r replaced by the heaters. flooring has chenged to carpets. Jackets, gloves, thermals are in.Micriwave is prefered over gas and stove. Burger, Pizza, Italian, maxican are for ur palate and not vadapav and panipure.The list is long and toilet paper is in the list.
It snowed last satuerday. My first snowfall. The white flakes were setteling on my palm. I can still fill the chill in the air againest my face.It is winter back home. It is winter over here. But it is not the same.The place has changed, the people around are different.But those who you love are always in your heart.Even if you are few nautical miles away....

Hello, Kabira speaking.....

2004-09-30T08:55:00.000-07:00

Friday, 24 sept 2004. It was half passed four and I was rushing through my work for the day.Started with closing all the .NET development environments(.NET ka mahol) open on my desktop moved on to the finished and unfinished docs n excels, then the source controls.Had a final look at my outlook inbox, just in case.Done with all these, I finally closed the win amp, shut down my machine(I generally do it on weekends) and there I was all set to step out of the office bearing a distinctly visible smile on my face.There was a reason for it. I was going HOME perhaps for the last time this year(provided the L1 gets cleared).
I already has my seat reserved by Prasanna Tours & Travels' Volvo bus.It's the most comforting way you can find(there being no direct air travel available)if you plan to travel on Pune-Nagpur Rout. At half passed eight I board the bus being completely clueless of what was in store for me.
we were nearly 1 n half hour through the journey(It's scheduled 14 hrs in total) when the conductor switched on the TV (of course the CD player too).I am not a movie freak for sure but enjoy watching the movies.An auto rickshaw stops in front of a commercial building and Sunil Shetty steps out of it.Ohhh...No...Not Again.With the fear of worst of my nightmares coming to realities, I almost screamed out.If one more time I watch this movie, I'm sure that I'll feel "Anuradha Shivshankar Panikar" is not a character from any film, "Baburao Ganpatrao Aapta" is someone leaves next door,GhanSham and khadaksingh are the friends and Indian Capital bank(ICI) is the real name of ICICI bank.
Possibility of you end up watching Priyadarshan's herapheri if you plan to travel by Prasanna Travels On Pune-Nagpur rout is as obvious as getting a congestion in network if you are a CellOne or AirTel user(No wonder what all you see is Idea).
Eight out of ten times I have seen heraphery courtesy Prasanna travels.I am even thinking of Ph.D. in this subject if any University is ready to offer. To make the matters worse, the vehicle got punctured in the middle of nowhere and there was a traffic jam on our way.Somehow the night passed away and I literally counted each minute of the next morning till the sun has came all the way over the head.Many thanks to the walkman I borrowed from my friend and the only audio tape( duel combination of "Jism" and "Murder")which i heard over and over again to make the journey bearable. It was 2 in the afternoon when we reached the destination three hours behind schedule.Well to sum it up, it was my worst ever traveling experience back home.
I returned yesterday, this time by Khurana travels.I cannot bear HeraPharri any more.I am feeling better now with all the feelings abridged in my heart over the week poured out.Couldn't post anything for last few days as I don't have a machine.Why should I have one when I hate computers for all but one reason, It earns me more than #) K/month. But why not a laptop if not a desktop....???Sounds cool.More on thin in days to come.
There are many more things in life than work.Need to push off to catch up with them.But pls don't ask what are those.Need to figure out myself.
Signing off.....

My first attempt at at stardom...

2004-09-17T23:26:00.000-07:00

My first attempt at at stardom...
My first attempt at getting famous...
My first attempt at writing a blog....
Well getting famous is not altogether that difficult. Write a blog. Ask some of ur friend to read it. They will ask their friend to read it(you never know, one of them might be of the opposite sex...! ) And this chain goes on until one becomes famous. Really...I mean it. I have seen it happening.
But getting famous is what really the reason I am attempting at the blog ? well, I can't lie to my readers in the very first blog. My reason for riding the tide in the foreign waters is surely not getting famous. My reason is a girl, not any one in particular.It has been 24 yrs 3 months 23 days 9 hrs 23 mins and 33 sec of my existence on this beautiful creation of the Almighty, this cosmos, and I am still single.Well, complaining of being single doesn't mean I wanna get married. Naahh.., I am too young for that. But at least a girlfriend.That much I deserve for my Stylish looks( Just to let you know ppl over here call me john, John Abraham).
My funda is clear in life.
Friends( including girls) are like a glass of water when you are really thirsty, that soothing
Girlfriend is like the Chilled Glass of beer when u really wanna get drunk, totally intoxicating
Everybody has different needs at times, I am not an exception.
A friend wont get you what you expect of a gf and a gf wont be able to put herself in the shoes of a best friend. or Is that really so ? What if my best friend is my gf ? possible, isn't it ? what better I can ask for.
But for all this to come to reality and not be there as one of my many fantasies that have never taken a shape what I really need is to have a girlfriend. Yes, you got it correct. My sole reason behind taking up writing a blog even when writing to me is as alien as aliens are to our planet ( ahh.. never mind. I am not good at analogies) is to get a gf. believe me, it really works. It has almost worked for smitha. When a south Indian guy with name which wont come on a visiting card as big as a post card even if you flip it ten times, with looks that you can call anything but good-looking and with height you can call anything but tall(sorry smitha, what if u r my best friend, a fact is a fact ) can get a girl I don't find any reason why I cant.
Well then pray for me. The hunt begins......