So henceforth, I vow, I shall write one article each week.
Hopefully - this blog will move to Wordpress shortly.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
The lost blog
About 5 - 6 years ago, I had a blog that I'd write on quite often. My topics of discussion generally included music, food and financial research (It IS true, I almost became an investment banker). And then, I hated my first job and my second and the third. And in the midst of changing jobs and hating them, somewhere, that blog got lost. I've even lost the ID to it. But this little post is the start of a new me. A new beginning. A re-start of all that I loved. And gated. But no crap about anything else.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Suspended - Me???
I'm one of those people who has the ignominy of being suspended from school/college from the 4th grade up.
Whilst in my alcohol induced banter, I may laugh this off with my friends and others, I think of it each day. WHY?
Why was I suspended for NOT doing my homework?
Why was I suspended for not saying my prayers?
Why was I suspended for skipping school? (The reason for skipping was I didn't do my homework)
Why was I suspended for being late ONCE in my entire time at school? (To this day it's remained a scar, so I go late for all my appointments now)
I was even suspended for playing with a street dog. (was told they were dangerous and can chew my arm off)Yeah Right..
My MOM's been in school more than me. Meeting with the principal, with me being told to kneel outside the office.
It became commonplace, every alternate day, I was either thrown out of class or made to kneel outside the principal's chamber.
Heck I was even thrown out of art class: I didn't want to make the stupid frog with butter paper.
I was used for my tabla skills and then discarded. I had to play the same damn TAAL for every crappy number, a bunch of people would croon. Guys whose voices that could be compared to croaking frogs (No offence to Vikki, Rakshit, Kusa and the gang, it was the age of voice cracking) and women who made monkeys fall off trees and crows die (No offence to Rach, pari, supriya and the vast herds of other women folk who tried their hand at singing)
Every event, I was made to play. I was even suspended once for not showing up. ( I had a freaking fever that day and was staring death in the face) R-Day, school: 1997-98
Each time I'd wish I could sing a number-BB King's The Thrill is Gone (I'd play that in my head, LOST and oblivious to my surroundings)
I had my fair share of fun too in class (when I went of course): Drilling holes in the desk to sip Pepsi from a can (Akshar was the one who brought the first can though, and I drilled the desks)
Days of whacking nuts and other SNAKES in Kannada classes (with Saucy Cola at the helm :-D) with Kaage and Poonji egging me on, to pissing off the lab faculty, in cahoots with Ashwin.
In my defence, I was a very silent kind of person, never one to get in trouble on my own. I was rather influenced by unscrupulous characters. Swaroop being one of the major culprits in that department.
Getting back to my point, was I punished because I refused to conform to pre-set procedures? Or was I just a soft target? I was even thrown out of class for NOT saying "I Want to Become A Software Engineer" Well I did say I'd let time take me to my destination, I'm free-spirited and can't be chained down as well. (or something like that)
I was ratted on by so many people: Miss, T. Arvind's sleeping in class, Miss He's trying to cut my hair, Miss, he's singing too loudly, Miss, he copied my homework, Miss he didn't solve the problem, but drew a picture of a car (in competition with a certain Shroff).
I wasn't even given a pat on the back for innovative ideas at exhibitions. We weren't allowed to portray nudity on the temples of Khujaraho (Why do it if we Can't??), We did 4-wheel drive, we did small battery, bot NO, no Good job, No innovative thinking. The guy who makes a bulb glow via a Potato won. (I think)
I was thrown out of lab for Copper Plating my Key.
Episodes like this turned me into a silent terror maker. I pissed in the H2SO4 beaker in 12th, hot-wired the resistors and argued the theory of valency. But yet, I flunked 12th-Science. Was it the system, or the guy (who made a lighthouse with rotating lights in 4th grade)?
I STOLE ideas and made them better.
I had ideas that were stolen from me, but they were useless anyway (as what the teachers claimed)
I was never deeply influenced by any teacher, I even physically threatened one (the poor little PT Master).
I became a nuisance at home too. Never listened to anyone, did what I wanted (I'm still that way - Except recently Mom made me shave a 2 week-old beard)
I moved to college, a field I hate (Management-Thanks to the arguments I presented, that were unanswerable by certain Gurus), I drank A LOT, I still do, Smoked a lot, Mostly given up.
Here too I was suspended. NOT for skipping classes, but for attending them, and making an ass of myself, threatening the intellect of faculty and usage of profanity.
But here I am today, doing what I want, going where I want, PLAYING what I want and no one to say - Useless. HA..
Eat my shorts (After I've soiled them all those who wrote me off)
My heartfelt apologies to those who may feel insulted (they are unintended)
Disclaimer: This note has no reference to any person unmentioned living or dead or otherwise.
Thank you for taking your time to read this useless rubbish that was written in a drunken state of being..
Whilst in my alcohol induced banter, I may laugh this off with my friends and others, I think of it each day. WHY?
Why was I suspended for NOT doing my homework?
Why was I suspended for not saying my prayers?
Why was I suspended for skipping school? (The reason for skipping was I didn't do my homework)
Why was I suspended for being late ONCE in my entire time at school? (To this day it's remained a scar, so I go late for all my appointments now)
I was even suspended for playing with a street dog. (was told they were dangerous and can chew my arm off)Yeah Right..
My MOM's been in school more than me. Meeting with the principal, with me being told to kneel outside the office.
It became commonplace, every alternate day, I was either thrown out of class or made to kneel outside the principal's chamber.
Heck I was even thrown out of art class: I didn't want to make the stupid frog with butter paper.
I was used for my tabla skills and then discarded. I had to play the same damn TAAL for every crappy number, a bunch of people would croon. Guys whose voices that could be compared to croaking frogs (No offence to Vikki, Rakshit, Kusa and the gang, it was the age of voice cracking) and women who made monkeys fall off trees and crows die (No offence to Rach, pari, supriya and the vast herds of other women folk who tried their hand at singing)
Every event, I was made to play. I was even suspended once for not showing up. ( I had a freaking fever that day and was staring death in the face) R-Day, school: 1997-98
Each time I'd wish I could sing a number-BB King's The Thrill is Gone (I'd play that in my head, LOST and oblivious to my surroundings)
I had my fair share of fun too in class (when I went of course): Drilling holes in the desk to sip Pepsi from a can (Akshar was the one who brought the first can though, and I drilled the desks)
Days of whacking nuts and other SNAKES in Kannada classes (with Saucy Cola at the helm :-D) with Kaage and Poonji egging me on, to pissing off the lab faculty, in cahoots with Ashwin.
In my defence, I was a very silent kind of person, never one to get in trouble on my own. I was rather influenced by unscrupulous characters. Swaroop being one of the major culprits in that department.
Getting back to my point, was I punished because I refused to conform to pre-set procedures? Or was I just a soft target? I was even thrown out of class for NOT saying "I Want to Become A Software Engineer" Well I did say I'd let time take me to my destination, I'm free-spirited and can't be chained down as well. (or something like that)
I was ratted on by so many people: Miss, T. Arvind's sleeping in class, Miss He's trying to cut my hair, Miss, he's singing too loudly, Miss, he copied my homework, Miss he didn't solve the problem, but drew a picture of a car (in competition with a certain Shroff).
I wasn't even given a pat on the back for innovative ideas at exhibitions. We weren't allowed to portray nudity on the temples of Khujaraho (Why do it if we Can't??), We did 4-wheel drive, we did small battery, bot NO, no Good job, No innovative thinking. The guy who makes a bulb glow via a Potato won. (I think)
I was thrown out of lab for Copper Plating my Key.
Episodes like this turned me into a silent terror maker. I pissed in the H2SO4 beaker in 12th, hot-wired the resistors and argued the theory of valency. But yet, I flunked 12th-Science. Was it the system, or the guy (who made a lighthouse with rotating lights in 4th grade)?
I STOLE ideas and made them better.
I had ideas that were stolen from me, but they were useless anyway (as what the teachers claimed)
I was never deeply influenced by any teacher, I even physically threatened one (the poor little PT Master).
I became a nuisance at home too. Never listened to anyone, did what I wanted (I'm still that way - Except recently Mom made me shave a 2 week-old beard)
I moved to college, a field I hate (Management-Thanks to the arguments I presented, that were unanswerable by certain Gurus), I drank A LOT, I still do, Smoked a lot, Mostly given up.
Here too I was suspended. NOT for skipping classes, but for attending them, and making an ass of myself, threatening the intellect of faculty and usage of profanity.
But here I am today, doing what I want, going where I want, PLAYING what I want and no one to say - Useless. HA..
Eat my shorts (After I've soiled them all those who wrote me off)
My heartfelt apologies to those who may feel insulted (they are unintended)
Disclaimer: This note has no reference to any person unmentioned living or dead or otherwise.
Thank you for taking your time to read this useless rubbish that was written in a drunken state of being..
Street Dog - Never a Millionaire
Driving along the Sarjapur ring road for over a year now. I've seen a few accidents in life, been in a couple, but there's one that repeats itself everyday. The poor little Indian Mongrel. Dismissed as random road kill.
As a race that believes in respect for the dead, we sure didn't show any for that poor dog. After it gets hit by a car (generally a cabbie who does it for his sadistic pleasure) or a trucker (who can't see anything beyond the bottle in his hand), it's not carried off. There's no crowd surrounding it. As it gasps for breath and screams in pain, it's silenced completely. As if to put it out of it's misery, BANG!!! another cabbie runs over, as if to clear the road and doing great social service.
Stopped yesterday to help one of the road. Got delayed going to the office. The apathy continued. Called CUPA, they said they don't have ambulance services. As I stood there, the poor thing breathed it's last and as if it knew the end was near, it stopped wailing and smiled at me (DOGS SMILE for the ignorant).
I wish there was something I could do to stop these blatant murders. I've never killed one, even while driving at over 120 kmph. Dog runs across, you can spot it and plan well in advance of what you need to do.
I've gotten myself into a car wreck, crashed my bike - Thrice, fell of my cycle as a kid, just to avoid hitting a dog.
The difference between people and dogs is: people think they OWN the road and mosey across as if to say cars don't belong there.
"You touch me and a random crowd of jobless hicks will beat you to a pulp and set your car on fire, then turn you over to the cops where you can spend 5 years to life in prison without any of the benefits KASAB (the BASTARD) enjoys".
I wish they'd do the same for a dog. They're creatures of GOD (for those who consider themselves GOD fearing). For the atheists, have mercy!!!
I wish I could just do something. They're not a menace to society, WE are to them. THEY were here first. They're stronger than us, they can shred us to bits in minutes if they pleased. But NO! They can be the best of guards, friends, workers and companions.
The only option to get them off the roads, adopt one today. Feed it, bathe it, get it's shots administered regularly and let it sleep in the front of your house. What you get in return is the best welcome every evening. It'll be the happiest to see you in the evening. It'll be there when you're down, listen to you, give you company when you want to have a beer and no one's around, protect you, and LOVE you unconditionally.
In the end, that's what we ALL look for!!
As a race that believes in respect for the dead, we sure didn't show any for that poor dog. After it gets hit by a car (generally a cabbie who does it for his sadistic pleasure) or a trucker (who can't see anything beyond the bottle in his hand), it's not carried off. There's no crowd surrounding it. As it gasps for breath and screams in pain, it's silenced completely. As if to put it out of it's misery, BANG!!! another cabbie runs over, as if to clear the road and doing great social service.
Stopped yesterday to help one of the road. Got delayed going to the office. The apathy continued. Called CUPA, they said they don't have ambulance services. As I stood there, the poor thing breathed it's last and as if it knew the end was near, it stopped wailing and smiled at me (DOGS SMILE for the ignorant).
I wish there was something I could do to stop these blatant murders. I've never killed one, even while driving at over 120 kmph. Dog runs across, you can spot it and plan well in advance of what you need to do.
I've gotten myself into a car wreck, crashed my bike - Thrice, fell of my cycle as a kid, just to avoid hitting a dog.
The difference between people and dogs is: people think they OWN the road and mosey across as if to say cars don't belong there.
"You touch me and a random crowd of jobless hicks will beat you to a pulp and set your car on fire, then turn you over to the cops where you can spend 5 years to life in prison without any of the benefits KASAB (the BASTARD) enjoys".
I wish they'd do the same for a dog. They're creatures of GOD (for those who consider themselves GOD fearing). For the atheists, have mercy!!!
I wish I could just do something. They're not a menace to society, WE are to them. THEY were here first. They're stronger than us, they can shred us to bits in minutes if they pleased. But NO! They can be the best of guards, friends, workers and companions.
The only option to get them off the roads, adopt one today. Feed it, bathe it, get it's shots administered regularly and let it sleep in the front of your house. What you get in return is the best welcome every evening. It'll be the happiest to see you in the evening. It'll be there when you're down, listen to you, give you company when you want to have a beer and no one's around, protect you, and LOVE you unconditionally.
In the end, that's what we ALL look for!!
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
UXD on top
Nikon Introduces Four New COOLPIX Cameras Offering Superior Performance, Design and Innovation
When a camera maker wants to enhance interactivity of their device with the end user, it's not just the mechanical components that matter. Simplicity and performance of the interface make a huge difference in the buyer's choice. Read this thread, and then y'all'll understand what I do in life...
Sunday, August 2, 2009
A weekend well spent
July 31st - Friday: The 3 aces gang up (Avinav, Abhijith, Arvind)..The roof comes down...Red???
Last night was spent with my girl and her friends..Drinks at SBX, followed by partyin at NYK's..
Drank again
Have a splitting headache and a case of the sniffles.
Will post when better..
P.S: Start work at UXDesignLabs monday
Last night was spent with my girl and her friends..Drinks at SBX, followed by partyin at NYK's..
Drank again
Have a splitting headache and a case of the sniffles.
Will post when better..
P.S: Start work at UXDesignLabs monday
Monday, July 27, 2009
The inter-Parent meeting
July 25Th, 2009: Girl's father arrives in the city from Kolkata, along with a long-time buddy. The brother joins in from a village in the state.
10.30 A.M: I go to the motel and the brother's(BIL hereon) there with the love of me life (LoL hereon). Seems OK, but a 1st impression is not always the best as experience had taught me. It was also a time to wait for the pop-in-law (PIL hereon). PIL calls LoL to say they almost got on the wrong bus to bring them over from the airport.
12.00 P.M: Finally, the bus drops off PIL. I pick them up and was forced to pretend to touch their feet, (something I don believe in) (primarily due to a large beer belly)
12.10 P.M: The awkwardness begins...
2.00 P.M: we head to lunch. The Bengali taste buds begin to flare up, like piranhas in a tank waiting for you to stick your finger in the water. They need meat like primal wildlife, but had a flea shot.
3.00 P.M: we reach a place and I have a good veggie meal and they tried to "not-insult" me, but gave in to their taste-buds and slaughtered a poor silent lamb.
The rest of the day is spent in them meeting my folks.
P.S: Dad owned that meeting..
Mom was OK..
Dropped them home only to know the following day would have to be spent listening to them again.
P.P.S: the BIL, I liked.
10.30 A.M: I go to the motel and the brother's(BIL hereon) there with the love of me life (LoL hereon). Seems OK, but a 1st impression is not always the best as experience had taught me. It was also a time to wait for the pop-in-law (PIL hereon). PIL calls LoL to say they almost got on the wrong bus to bring them over from the airport.
12.00 P.M: Finally, the bus drops off PIL. I pick them up and was forced to pretend to touch their feet, (something I don believe in) (primarily due to a large beer belly)
12.10 P.M: The awkwardness begins...
2.00 P.M: we head to lunch. The Bengali taste buds begin to flare up, like piranhas in a tank waiting for you to stick your finger in the water. They need meat like primal wildlife, but had a flea shot.
3.00 P.M: we reach a place and I have a good veggie meal and they tried to "not-insult" me, but gave in to their taste-buds and slaughtered a poor silent lamb.
The rest of the day is spent in them meeting my folks.
P.S: Dad owned that meeting..
Mom was OK..
Dropped them home only to know the following day would have to be spent listening to them again.
P.P.S: the BIL, I liked.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
The problems due to delay
The background to this story involves a little thing to do with me getting hitched to a Bong girl. Things have gotten to a point where the dreaded day of parent meeting is ominous. The day in contention is the 6th of march next year. My delays and apprehensions, coupled with Mom's unwillingness has gotten me into deep shit.
The purohith said nothing before march next year, and the pop-in-law, who happens to be a little eccentric, won't back down from the date.
The prospective wife is angry that the Bengali conservative minds will shower her with abuses, and I get the silent treatment coupled with threatening messages.
Phew, if this wasn't part of a daily soap, what is??
The purohith said nothing before march next year, and the pop-in-law, who happens to be a little eccentric, won't back down from the date.
The prospective wife is angry that the Bengali conservative minds will shower her with abuses, and I get the silent treatment coupled with threatening messages.
Phew, if this wasn't part of a daily soap, what is??
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