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2011-05-04T15:08:00.000-07:00

this song so much reminds me of lund... not that you assholes..
this where is the fucking hyperlink... this..
bhatta is apm now... just below pm== project manager.. we went to shiros today. the place is not very good.. bordering sucks...
by the way ernest hemingway is amazing, fiesta.. a book.. is too good. brett o,, m.,, g,
b1.. not a good place to be.. even though my manager says she will get me a promotion next time, not a good place to be man... not a good place..
need to get outahere... how?????????????????
take care

Bruxelles

2010-02-27T07:14:00.000-08:00

After a long time in Sweden.. and after the cold winter with loads and loads of snow.. I am in Brussels. Its a nice city, better than Lund and Malmo.

Finding a place to live in Europe till now has been a headache, and finding one here was not really easy. Even though a lot of webpages help people find a place to live, many scammers trying to make easy money are a pain in the ass. But finally, facebook helped.. found a place through a friend who used to live in brussels.

The accommodation is more expensive than the salary i used to get in my first job. But its a nice city.

So after finishing the master thesis, which took like forever after we had done the actual work and written a report in MS-Word, the professor asks us to make it in some a5 paper format.. which not only took me another week.. thanks to LateX but he gives us shit for so many things. The guy who I was supposed to oppose, postpones his thesis ppt and after all the bull shit waiting finally I come to brussels the 2nd time.

Its a nice city, and we live near the parliament. Its a huge building the EU parliament. There are even two slabs from the berlin wall in front of it, which i had not noticed until yesterday when a friend told us about them. I will take a picture with JFK who is on the wall soon.

I have been trying to find employment in Europe in order to continue enjoying the life I have had here, but to no avail. The recession.. dammit.. So I have finally started to look for a job in India. Which I hope wont be too difficult.

ok so about brussels, the airport is very well connected to the city, the bus is cheaper than in munich and the airport is not so far also. Freeloading on the metro has become a habit, even though i am worried constantly that someone will ask me for the ticket. Maja tells me i am a pussy, well when you look like me, and dont have a passport all the time, and when you are in Europe, you have reasons to be worried.. valid ones.

The city is old, as all cities in europe, the cathedral in the centre is really nice, with so many restaurants close by. There was this alley with just places of sea food..

There is another old church which I could see on the horizon, which i tried to reach by walking the first time I came here, but the map that the hostel lady gave us had only the city center in it and I got lost very soon. But i have passed by the church and plan to visit it again very soon to spend some more time. I really dont know the names of the churches and the squares and all but they are all very nice. Brussels is not as clean as Lund or even Malmo, and the people dont really speak english, no other country is as fluent in english on the mainland as Sweden i think.

The temperatures are about 6 degrees higher than sweden and one can easily make out that its warmer, but the weather sucks.. rainy and windy....

After a long wait for the money from the company where we worked on our thesis, we finally got it and I plan to make good use of it, spending it all on booz and travel. Will go see bruges soon, maybe tomorrow.. will try and visit paris and lyon.

There are plans of visiting Beograd also.. if I get the visa.. that trip i think will be fun. Budapest will be on the way to Beograd hopefully.

The tickets back home cost a lot on all the airlines, except turkish airlines.. have to make sure if i need a transit visa or not..

The internet is a shared on in the apartment and for some weird reason, the belgian ISPs have a limit on the amount of download just like in India. Since there are a lot of students here and i came here in the middle of the month, the quota was over.. so its fucking slow and irritating. Can't do a thing the whole day.. playing aoe was the favorite time pass before I came here.. hopefully the net will get better next month.

boring post eh.. need to find a job man.. crap. the bank guys will be all over me once i go back..

peace

gött nytt år

2009-12-31T15:10:00.000-08:00

eno madtha idi ili???????

ok we type

2009-11-20T14:46:00.000-08:00

so..

so we type... first of all.. i am back on the side where cigarettes are not addictive anymore..

we did really good work in our master thesis.. it was actually some research.. even by my standards. i was impressed by the kind of work we did. :) i am happy for that.. cheers to the turk. he was the one who made it all possible.. i mean it would have been impossible for me to do it by myself.. but it would have been equally impossible for him to do it by himself too.. both of us acknowledge that and that is what is good about it..

so let me catch up .. from that last post.. for my few readers.. who i know are the best and read the best of course...

last month i happened to be in this southern german city called munich. and there happened to be a fest where lots of ppl got to drink bavarian beer.. some word eh.. beer. i have been meaning to write this.. is that even correct.... anyway i went to octoberfest.i am feeling the aftereffects of the money pinch even today... but it was all worth it. even though i was sick like 1 week after i came back and i got ppl around me sick after that..

okaj! so vi start..

how did this go.. in the summer, i was alone here in lund.. with a french guy, an american girl.. and some indian friends. we cooked food.. we ate.. the french guy cooked... we ate.. and then my indian friends went back home.. and so the american girl came into the picture.. she became was with the french guy... no i am not drunk yet.. and anyway my icelandic friend who happened to be in stockholm asked me about the munich erasmus reunion.. i am not part of the erasmus program.. neither is my icelandic friend.. but we decided to do it anyway.. i had free accomodation.. thanks for afb.se and balls balaji.. so we booked our tickets.. 2-3 days before the october fest and the return tickets 2 days after the end of october fest. I am sure everyone who reads this knows wat is octoberfest..

so i took the flight.. my 3rd one.. to munich.. it was pleasant.. and we were welcomed by some friends..erasmus friends.. i knew them a bit.. not a lot.. but we are friends on facebook now.. :)

so we go to friesing and we walk towards the place where we collect ivar's baggage .. and i walk past this poster in the airport.. a bmw poster..all i see is the hood.. with a big bwm logo.. and suddenly it comes alive.. the damn thing.. its interactive.. the ad.. it starts up the engine as soon as u walk past the poster.. i was impressed....

ok.. then we take a ride in our erasmus friends car.. i call my indian wipro work mate.. who happened to be in munich..

we stay one day in friesing.. the alcohol is cheaper than in sweden ... we drank a bit..

next day we decide to go check out munich.. we took the really expensive but only possible train link from friesing to munich.. and then we walked around the city a bit. i did take some pictures which i will post soon..

so towards the evening.. we managed to get to the enlischer parken, where we met our other german erasmus friend.. okaj no erasmus anymore..

on the way to the garden, we passed by the american embassy.. and i thought.. oh oh.. i have pictures of the flags of all the countries i ever visited to.. maybe i can fake one and take a pic of the american flag.. and i take out my camera.. and there goes.. peeee peeee.. wtf... from where.. the guard said no pics.. move along ..so america has to wait..

then we met up with our friesing friends and went to haufbrau haus.. the octoberfest place throughout the year... it was nice.. i met my indian friends there..

next day we just went to octoberfest park and checked out all the tents.. decided which one we should chose the next day..

in the evening other ppl arrived.. 2 guys from italy, 2 girls from france.. carol managed to reach without any trouble.. caroline had some problems.. not unexpected.. after another night of sleeplessness, we got up at 6 and managed to catch a train to reach octoberfest exactly before the crowd started to get in line.. we got into the hacker-pchor tent at around 9. the first round of beers were served around 9.. and the first line to pee started at around 10.. fuck there was a damn long line.. it took me like 15 mins to just get a place to pee.. i dont know about the women.. so i drank and ate and drank and drank.. more beer.. it was good.. i ate some pasta with cheese.. ate some bavarian sausages.. the white ones with sweet mustard sauce.. and then at around 5, ivar was feeling a little nauseous.. so we decided to get some fresh air..

so that was the end of october fest in the tent.. oh.. there was a lot of singing and bottem's up 1 litre beer involved.. i participated only in the singing part.. and not in the bottems up part.. not only couldn't i afford it.. i wouldn't have been able to get down 1 litre in one go.. and the disgrace if u dont do it.. its too much..

once we got out of the tent.. it was four of us.. ivar.. carol and francesco.. we tried walking towards a cathedral.. i always wanted to go there and so we went.

i had hiccups by this time and i hate hiccups when i am drunk.. they take a long time to go away..

we reached the cathedral.. took some more pics.. laid down for some time and then we tried to find out where the subway was..apparently no one knew.. or no one understood us..

we kept walking.. i saw some indain uncles wearing sahara india tee shirts drinking beer.. and even though i don't speak hindi so well.. esp when i a little tipsy, i tried to ask then where the damn subway was.. and like (what i expect) typical indian uncles.. they started asking me who the beautiful girl was in our group.. i kept asking.. wtf is the subway man.. and ivar started using his limited vocabulary of hindi and started calling me madarchod and behanchod.. the uncles got prettly excited about this and started calling me the same.. just for the record i have improved his vocabulary.. and now he knows kannada also..

so they didnt help us.. but we manged to read the signs and we get to the subway.. so this is like the central station ok..

we get there.. i see 4 guys in military uniform.. we all see them and guess what they do.. they stop me.. only me... out of the four.. but its understandable no? a guy unshaved for almost a week.. and no haircut for more than a year.. so ask me for my passport.. which i had only that day.. i should carry it more often.. i dont do.. but i should.. they said 5 mins.. my friends took pictures of me there.. a fugitive.. the hiccups went away btw..

we caught the train back.. played some foosball.. i scored about 5 goals the whole stay in munich which is pretty good ;)..

and then.. i got sick the next day... it was the last day or the last day before the last day..

anyway i will come to the last day... we managed to spend the whole day in the english park.. we walked a lot.. ivar drank some more.. i tried to sleep.. tried to see all the dogs in the park..

and we came to the airport.. ivar teasing me all the time to wake up and stop being a madarchod.. and the fucking flight was delayed.. dammit..

i was so sick by this time that i would have given anything to be back in my room sleeping..

we come to copenhagen.. my ear hurt all the time we were in the air.. and we catch a trian to malmo.. and guess what.. we have to wait another hour to get back to lund. the guys wouldn't even open the doors to let us into the wages to get out of the fucking cold...

i reached back home at 1:10in the night.. walked all the way to delphi.. sick.. and slept for 48 hours in the bed.. i mean i was in the bed.. i didnt sleep though.. anyway i got better.. and life goes on..

maybe in january i will see some parts of poland...god be with you marta.. and france.. maybe even serbia and spain.. who knows..

so edit.. i will put link to facebook pics here.. .. exactly here..

whadowenamethis

2009-11-06T10:14:00.000-08:00

yes...

soon i will be back where i belong.. and its not very exciting...

but its not bad so afterall..

i think about the things that i could have done, and i have done most of then things i wanted to do.. or at least i dreamt of doing. i am sure i can do the rest i want to do from wherever i am in 2-3 years... fo sho ... lets see..

cheers to Q3...

and btw i don't feel really great!

more.. |

2009-08-05T13:32:00.000-07:00

lets start with some geekiness... ;)
i love Vim. i will donate money to the ugandan kids foundation once i make some..
more | is a very useful key.. along with tee and & it makes logs and debugging a lot easy at work...
i am 25 years old! yeah! happy? no not really... sad? not at all.. its just another year..
i guess people feel old only when they have nothing to do, or maybe when they have nothing else to look forward to.. but i have things to look forward to, so yeah.. 1984.. was a good year..
i read the book too.. 1984.. i mean wtf.. why is it on the best selling list? come on man.. make the hero win after all the suffering!
i read catch 22 also.. i tried reading it in UG but i couldn't get past the first chapter.. too many charecters to remember.. or atleast i thought so.. but its a good book.. people should read it.. why? why not? ;)
in the summer.. right now.. i am working towards completing my thesis.. about decimating stuff.. its fun.. only thing is. i don't really like matlab.. i wish everything was fixed point.. damned floating point causes too much trouble.. so when working with matlab always do comparisons with integers.. round() function is a very good thing.. but well anyway never mind.. matlab is useful..
i am kind of addicted to cigarettes now.. i am ashamed to say i am addicted cause i am on the verge.. it would take me some effort to get back to the place where i was.. on the not addicted side.. i will try..
i work out 4 days a week.. but those six packs look like they will never show up in this lifetime.. but the bright side is, i like my shoulders hehehe..
i met new people.. guys from bangalore whom i knew were in Lund, but didnt meet much.. and they are cool.. it was fun to be with them and i am happy that they got jobs here and that they will live close by .. i won't spend too much money on alcohol from now on hehehe..
one thing that i have not been able to do after having spent almost a year here is see and visit places in Europe.. i should do it before i go back.. december.. we start.
Friends are gradually settling down in life.. they have all started feeling bored with the jobs they have.. everyone wants change.. even though people say that change is the constant thing about life.. change which makes people happy never seems to happen... i have also been told that when i say things i use seems to a lot.. i like telling stories and stories without seems to.. are not really stories..
Tika nagar in DVgere joke was really funny.. but I wish TC all the best.. i am sure he can do it.. like ash said.. he has the talent..
many people who i have talked to.. complain about living in sweden.. my thesis partner always complains about sweden.. but i think its a very cool place to be in... i wouldn't change anything about this country if i were given a chance..
i wouldn't change anything about India either..
Australia would be a place to visit before i start feeling old..
i should learn how to bake a cake.. before the summer is over.. 20 more days.. i have to hurry up.. maybe tomorrow i will try baking one...
and killing flies in sweden is really easy.. they are dumb.
the indian national drink is assam tea?
tea originally comes from turkey and their national drink is raki!

Vt1-Vt2

2009-06-10T14:49:00.000-07:00

I am alone now.. the whole corridor is empty. It feels wierd. Lots of things have happened. This is a reminder to myself to remember these days in Sparta.

Silence... oooooooooo ooo silence.. Tomcraft. ;)

I don't know what to do. I need to get some sleep, I chat with people who i don't usually chat with. Not because I am an asshole when I am not alone, just because I don't have anything else to do.

People should write more on their blogs, or maybe I should find some new ones to read. I read the news. TOI and the latest headlines from Mozilla Firefox.

I am a good cook now, thanks to youtube, I wish I had more spices to make the food like it is supposed to be.

I thought it wouldn't be so bad, the summer. But the fact is there is no summer in Sweden. Its just 4 days of sunlight.

The job at the coffee shop is done, It was nice washing dishes for a living. And thanks to all my friends, I have survived till today, comfortably ..

World hold on is a very nice song... I have been introduced to a lot of different music these two terms. Something I have realized is that I don't really have any preferences to music. I like classical a bit though, but I am not good enough to recognise what is whose work.

Ok, now I will write a line about all the people I met.
Ozan the turk, was with us for 1 year, but I got to know him only this semester. A lot of things :)
Aleksander from Macedonia, I didn't know about Macedonia until I met him.
Elise the french kid... cooool.
Alessandro from Italy.... thanks for the great road trip.
Marc .. nice quick witted remarks.. always.
Ivar, icelandic guy, cool guitarist with cool stickers on his guitar.
Balls, from BMS, our DSP project manager.
Can my thesis partner... leave some work for me man .. please.
Guo Na, Alex, and Hong, the chinese hard working people.
Lin and Amy.. the chinese family..
Carol, the rock fan.. french are really cool.
Marta from Poland, the hip-hop, boy friend addicted neighbour.
Naveed and Zubair, our pakistani corridor mates, nice chapatis man.. and the kidney boner thing was really cool.
Carrie the pregnant chinese with her pictures on MSN.
Walid, thanks for the speakers. Hope you have fun back home.. Lebenon.
ok my room number is A305.. should remember that too.
Axel, the cake master...
Edgars our east europian body builder and Moris his friend.
Puneet, thanks for everything. I mean without you, we both know I wouldn't have been here.
Louis, the guy from Quebec, you have quite a lot of balls man..

Caroline the cutest and the one of a kind girl who is alive. I am sure I will still miss you when I read this some months later. I hope we can meet often. Without you, life here in corridor A would not have been the same. Ok I will bestow the honarary Chief 1 title to you. :)

Maja Djordjevic, my love. I hope this will last for sometime :) You are so much fun to be with....

The time is Sparta has been one the best hostel stints ever in my life. It was equal to the time spent in Cauvery-DJ-Chamundi-MV.

Everything fell into place like clockwork. I don't know what else I could have asked for more. Its almost complete.

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general bitching

2009-02-20T18:25:00.000-08:00

I am feeling prettu good now.. if you know what i mean, you are on the right track already.. but mostly you won't. So here is what i see.. i see my computer screen moving up and restarting from a bottem position again. do you know what a raster scan is.. its horizontal.. but that is what i see now.. only that it is vertical.
I have some confessions to make. When I goto some parties now.. i do go more often than i used to.. i don't really think about what other people think about me. Like suttu said "dance is about expressing oneself". you are right man suttu.
I have/had this self conscious thing about myself.. me being an indain.. i don't knw whether all indian desi's have this feeling, but i always had it.. even before i was here.. that i was being watched and it made me nervous.
Some really nice friends have made me realize that it doesn't really matter..
my really nice friends also thing i talk wierd stuff when i am a little drunk. I don't think so, maybe they don't hear this stuff everyday so that is why they think i am wierd.
I had a coversation with a good friend of mine recently. It was about Hitler. I think he was a normal guy, I mean who doesn't wan't to control the world? or who didn't want to control the world. more like who didn't want to "rule" the world. He lost. I agree. that doens't make him the loser. I mean think about what would have been had he kicked everyone's ass. She says "you not being an aryan would have died", maybe i wouldn't be alive to write this today, but all the world hates him cause he lost. had he somehow overcome his immense chool to slaughter ppl and just got on with his job, maybe he would have had what he wanted. i don't know what he wanted, but i think he wanted to rule the world.
I have used backspace a lot till now..
There are other things also. I have met some ppl from other nationalities. My manager once told me in a team meeting that indians have an advantage over the chinese. and it is that we speak a little better english than them. He also said that the chinese have realised that and that the current generation which passes out of the universities speak better english. My generation, i still believe we are better.
I don't want to be called a racist, but i have some unfavaourable opinions about the chinese. I talked about it to a chinese guy today and he was pretty angry. I mean i tell the truth and he is angry. WTF man. come live in my corridor and you will see what i mean.
i am bitching... hehehe it feels good.
I tried to send a girl a gift on facebook, but it costs money.. charged through you credit card. I mean i had a free gift to give, but it wasn't really nice.. so i didn't send it to her. am i drunk or wat.
so what else do am i thinking, i start my second try at learning swedish on monday. I want to learn it this time.. so even though place i have to go learn it is far away i will go learn it.
its snowing.. or rather it was snowing.. its been snowing intermittently for the last week. we made a snowman.. my first one. i thougt about calvin before i went and did one.
I am running out of money... life is good, maybe i won't regret coming here after all.
I wish i had more challenging things o do.
I used to write a dairy on my fedora3 system. I had to install windows many times and the boot loader, but i had managed to keep my dairy for three long years. Even though i use linux now, i don't write anything for myself, maybe its because i don't have my complete dairy with me.
I always have had this feeling. When i think about what i am, and what i think right now, i feel that after a few years(maybe one year) when i look back on what i am now, i will feel like i am a kid, i mean grow up man.. but thats the way it is
Its life.

R.V.C.E days

2009-01-06T15:45:00.000-08:00

I got up from trying to sleep to write this.. This is mostly relevant only to me and maybe a few people who would read this. But i am sure everyone has had their moments in engineering life.
I will start with the first thing i remember related to RV. I had a cousin who was there, a year before me. I came to know him personally(my earliest memory of him to date) a few days before CET. I didn't know he was in RV at that time, only that he had aced in the CET and had some super awesome tips on how to do it. The tips did work! believe me.
Next thing i remember is that i was somewhere in of the uttara or dakshina kannada districts when we got our CET results. we were on a trek to kudaremukha hill(very big hill ~=mountain) which we never climber. nevertheless each of us got wet.. completely. Our guide, mentor, lecturer, idol etc... offered to buy me new underwear as everything that i had bought was also wet. I think i took his help. He was with us when we got our CET results.
Next thing was the trip to RV with my dad. "The damn college didn't have a proper garden in front of the main admin building" was my dad's argument to make me chose an engineering college in Tumkur, which by the way has the best ever gardens in all the engineering colleges i have seen. On our way back to majestic, the BMTC bus had a puncture.. we had to take another bus.. not a good sign again.
Next thing was CET cell. I went for the sports quota selections... yes.. i wanted to get a feel of the CET cell before i could do the real thing. First up were national level medal winners, next up national level participants... anyway doesn't matter... only one thing worth mentioning. I saw this super awesome babe... i was sure she was from Bangalore(i didn't know cool babes could come from mangalore also... no its not just you). She was really awesome. she was a swimmer is what i would get to know later.
Next was my actual seat selection. but wait.. before this we also went to KREC for other REC selections.. trichy was supposed to be great.. these guys made these on the spot rules about taking 10th and 12th marks cards and not giving them back.. so we had to chose either another REC of RVCE. We(me and my dad) chose RVCE. Just for the record I was almost first in the list had i chosen REC. Also one more thing, that day was really uncomfortable cause i couldn't find a place to shit.
Ok back to CET cell.. i am waiting for my name to be called.. fuck only one girl in top 10? she's got specs.. what would you expect man?
I see this guy.. who looked like a kid with big soda glasses sitting next to me.. See at that time, even I was a kid.. so this guy must have been kids among kids. Anyway he was reading "The Hindu". I don't know why, but i have always had this thing against that paper. I think its for learned people and that it has too much information... But it made me snigger at that guy..
I got my seat.
I went to RVCE... fee paying day.. like most(?) of the guys my age... i might be wrong here cause later i met some people who all happened to be related in someway to bank employees... i didn't know how to fill out a chalan(?) and deposit money.. I went to vysya bank after getting those RGB things from the office counter.. and i see this awesome Swimmer again. Fuck she is in this college? Too good man.. but she had this other dark guy with her.. and they were talking in english.. damn.. not a very long queue. paid money.. next hostel fee.. done.. go home.. come back starting day.
At this point i don't remember whether i went home or whether next day was first day of college, i remember staying in the hostel cauvery-30 one night before the first day.. Mayank came and told me to shave off my so--so-- mustache.
First day.. sports complex(?) i am sure it was called something else.. dont remember.. i saw this guy.. who was like 15 feet tall walking with all the people going to eat at DJ..
I remember my "spider-man" T shirt and some 2nd year seniors in those brown uniforms ragging me about spiderman. To tell the truth, I thought getting ragged was kinda funny.. it made me laugh always.. "has math chutiye" or something along those lines was always wat i got in return.
I remember crying 2 times after getting ragged.. I was(am) a sissy... a little..
We had this big fear of going out alone.. so always went in groups and had to be back inside hostel by 9PM else muniyappa would not open gates... going to browsing centre.. stealing chappals to compensate..
Then one day.. the greep chappal nataka.. melvi (the miser) is a born actor. he did the part so well... denga.. poor guy. kiran feeling sad that we always made fun of denga.. and forgetting about feeling sad the next day.. the "salute" to denga..
My first monthly feast.. wow.. coke.. 2 ice creams.. so much..
Assy's infinite b'days, ash's incident with gandhi.
Water fights...
Playing football. I would keep for pretam who was my first festhos captain sometimes after college..
Anup, TC, Michael getting ragged... seniors getting kicked out of hostel.
Last day of first year.. KK drunk, me and ash go down to check out whats happening.. i get scolded and called bad names by KK, anup being cool dude explaining he needs more booz.. you be a good boy and go back to your room and sleep... me going back.
DJ hostel(127)... super mess.. the warden beating the child workers...
Ash's comp... the first porn movie. There were like 20 people inside the room.. sitting at everyplace... dark. doing dunno what with themselves...
smoking outside the window during internals....
AOEII, quake3.
Splashing water on the truce-maker Aunty's face.. TC's smelly b'day. New year. I was waiting for my lab exams. TC coming to room getting drunk.. asking the other rakesh not to tell his DVgere friends about him drinking. me telling him to shut the fuck up and sleep. Chintu coming back on mohan.. with beer dripping onto his sweater with puke.
There was this dhaba near college.. don't remember its name.. but i remember going there with gajaraj and some others..
The first time i saw bhatta smoking(probably in first year) near that krishna's night canteen.
more football and night cricket.. (rape-the-chicks to be remembered)
chamundi.. shitty hostel.. we chose the ground floor for some group reasons.. (116). shitty room.. with rats crawling.. no light. no place to do anything...
trying erasex the first time.. seeing the videos later.
getting piss drunk.. and getting high.. making self promises never ever ever to do it again.
puking my guts out literally... and getting high(after that)
opening the main cage door of chamundi for nice guys coming back from MG road. this requires some explanation. i had this huge bunch of keys which i borrowed from the half asleep gaurd to let my friends in.. I couldn't see the keys.. forget the hole.. but guess what, i picked the right key on the first try.. piss giggling outside the hostel.. now that i remember.. all the guys in that group outside the hostel are in the usa.
playing counter-strike.
ofcourse i have to mention sneha. Everyone loved sneha. We went there almost every week to hear out TC and his stories.. never ever got bored. Last time i saw this place had become real posh.
getting placed.. first job.
last day of football with seniors.
4th year.. kiran saying he wants to study this time.. seriously and so doesn't want to be in the group.. but still comes to the same d-wing.
trying erasex again.. feeling like a loser. sending messages.. heartbreak. love. heartbreak.
photo day.. pic with some girl i admired (courtesy harki).
going to the club.. taking pics.. pissing on all places wherever we could..
i dont remember the day i went back home...

EDIT: There are a few more moments too...

Kiran "borrowing" the chess book permanently from library in the first year, thinking he got caught... denga consoling him. Me and kiran discussing out future on steps in cauvery.

Mara bovi's joke on chodan, his size and why he should study mechanical and not computer science using a keyboard..(i just heard the joke).

Chodan's penalty kick which gave "quad damage" their win over the senior bengali team. (see.., there u are not at all miniscule.. that is a golden moment to remember forever ;-))

There is one moment about harki too... 2nd year... warden suddenly invades room in the afternoon with our PD... the G man was standing with harki umanka and sid on the 2nd floor i think.. harki was laughing.. we were pretty sure there was something fishy about the sudden visit.

slum-hund miljonär

2008-12-26T16:29:00.000-08:00

That was done with google translate.
I knew the answer to the 20 million INR question before it was even asked. It made me happy at the end of the movie. Its a good movie..
I would also suggest musicovery, the classical section on the dark side is very good. Rodrigo Leäo Cinema is a really good composition.
Life is good.
I probably missed the awesome bike trip.
edit:I noticed it the last time i wrote something here... there is something about the 26th.

København

2008-11-09T05:24:00.000-08:00

Ok, everyone who i knew, has been there.. so i thought maybe i will also go see this place. Its pretty good. better and bigger than the two "towns" that i have seen.. Malmo and lund. C always used to call me, and I would say next time maybe, for everything. I think she had finally given up calling me, and since i also wanted to do something with her, I decided to goto CPH. Actually C and E were planning to go there anyway. E was going home to see her parents for some days, and C wanted to go along with her to be with her. So we bought 200 SEK tickets from here, and off we went. E works at a coffee shop and she provided us with some free burgers...ahaaaa.. pork.. it really tastes good. I am sorry that a big part of the world's community doesn't eat it. They don't drink too. And you should hear the reasons they tell me about drinking. They tell me that one will not be oneself when one is drunk, I don't know where or who gave them these ideas. I told three guys that it is because of the religion that they don't drink, and not to give all these bull shit ideas. They tell me smoking is ok, but drinking is not.. i believe its all some stupid ideas.
Anyway we went to Copenhagen central station, it was quite old, and C was as always happy, and was having a lot of fun. E was our guide since she was good. I was really impressed by her skills to read a map, which i would realize as not so easy if one doesn't know where you are on the map to begin with. But once you know where you are on the map, its quite easy. So off we went, into the city centre. The main streets are bigger, wider than the widest in Bangalore. C doesn't really pronounce Bangalore properly, and i haven't really told her its bengaluru now. We saw some incan-type looking guys playing the flute and guitar and all, selling CDs with their music for i think 25kr. 1 Danish Krona = 0.738 SEK, and 1 SEK= around 7 INR. I went on, looking at the shops and all. We went to some park-cum-old building place, and it also had a jewish museum, which had a pretty big entry fee.. I really admired the way these girls talk to people. Its quite nice how they explain stuff about students, money and maybe next time since we are here for quite sometime... E then saw some guy running.. jogging actually... they do that all the time of the day. Back home, i have seen uncles and aunties doing all these wierd looking exercises in the early morning and evenings, but these people, they workout whenever there is daylight. Maybe its the weather. She started running behind this guy with her camera, i dont know whether she clicked photos or not, but she stopped at the other side of the bridge. One more thing is that people, i mean almost everyone, is listening to some music(i think) always. Everyone has a funky mobile phone and their ear phones plugged in. reminds me of BTS buses with nokia headsets and our FM radio jockeys. So the point is, unless u practically fall on them from behind, they can't hear u running with them.
Then as usual, i with my "funny indian accent" was trying to explain something to C, who in turn would shower me "sorri, what waz that?", "oh.sorri". E found some place where there was a piano. So some background check. I have come to believe now that most french girls learn how to play something, and the piano is something which most of them play. It so happens that C is a very good player( i had just heard about this, but indeed it turned out to be true). E, tells C that she should check out this place with the piano,(both are jazz fans), and i don't know what that is.. it supposedly has something to do with improvization and stories which i can't believe one can express in those songs without words. So off we go, me falling behind, not knowing whats happening. We go into this old place, which looks like a shop where one repairs piano's. E is checking out stuff, saying, "wow, nice place.., C maybe you should try playing" .... " Noo, I am not sure...."... and then comes this very old guy from some inner room, and says "hello!".. And the E says "Hi, we were just passing by and thought this shop was really nice and all, and we heard the muzik, which was great... and so we thought we will just take a look, i hope you don't mind".. "no no, its ok... but this is my home!", and both C and E start "Oh! really!, we are so sorry.. we didn't know.. Oh!, we are sooo sorry", ( i am standing like a statue near the open door)," Oh, its ok... i don't mind, can you please close the door", finally i say something "ya sure, sorry."
"C here plays very well"..
"No, i don't really",
"Oh does she.. well, you must play something.. "
"ya C, come on.. you can play"
and then she sits down and starts playing. I don't know what its called, but it did sound quite good.. her hands were moving so elegantly, she was quite good. I will try to add a link to the video which i took when i was doing nothing else.
the old man gets quite impressed by the taste of these two girls, and is happy that he has someone to talk to, tells us we should listen to some great jazz music and plays some...( i still am looking dumb, there are several clocks hanging here and there), we listen. It was quite good it seems, or so the old man and C thought. Then he played for sometime for us, and then E played for a minute or so, we had some nice talk, he made C play a song or two about some dying cowboy and some guy proposing to a girl and all.. gave her some names and some sheets with music.
And i think, reading those sheets with &!.|.. is quite difficult. It was like looking at binary numbers.

I hope i am not boring you yet.

Then we went to this seaside place, took some more pictures, talked some more, went back to the central station by the subway. I told them we didn't have a subway yet in my "city"... and there came a "oh.. really!", and we went. E thought each city has its own subway culture or something similar, and asked whether i had ever been in one, i said i had been in one in Calcutta, and C asked me how calcutta was.. i told her its very very dirty and never to go there.
We went to a pub inside the station, saw many people supporting liverpool which kicked some useless team's (west brom) butt. I felt sorry for the losing team, i mean how can people feel happy when its a one sided match. i would never cheer unless it was a good fight. I tasted some guinness.. i can't really say whether it was original or not, but i will believe that, thats how it will taste until i goto Dublin.
Then we went to kastrup, found a relatively quite place, talked for sometime, played some games with a paper and a pen, me and C went around the empty airport, took some more pictures, E was really tired, she went to bed. It was funny sleeping in the airport, E and C( now thats funny) had got sleeping bags, and I didn't, but the airport was quite warm, I lay there, some people came to clean the airport with those small golf cart kinda things, didnt disturb me since i was not really asleep, but pissed of E quite a bit i guess. She got up at 5 i think, checked in her bag, bought us a chocolate drink. We said good bye, and thought we will go back to copenhagen and see some more places, since it was dark the previous day. We decided to go to a place where there are some "colorful houses", and after walking for a long time, i figured out where we were on the map, and we went there. Then C said, there is something called "the little mermaid", ya it really was very little.. i was more impressed by the snakes and the lady riding a chariot with bulls...
Then we got lost again, walked and walked and walked... finally came to a river?, i am not really sure whether it was a river, it looked like one, where i saw swans!, i don't remember when was the last time i saw them, maybe never, we walked and walked, I didn't read the map very well, but C said "oh, its ok!, i didn't read it at all!", found the way back again... and by the time we came to the central station, were quite tired and hungry. Saw hard-rock cafe.. well i thought, some place where everyone i knew wanted to go, so we went.. ate a nice brunch.. had some nice time. C liked the music a lot, and even i thought the place was quite cool!, i showed her that there was one of these things in bangalore... it said "Bangalore 2007" in the book on the table.. i think that was the newest addition to the chain, since no other had any dates beside it.
Changed trains in Malmo and we were back in Sparta!

PS:
My laptop keyboard in screwed, caps lock is now shift => Ubuntu rocks.
Mrs. V(S?), if you read this, sorry for not having called you yet, i know you wouldn't mind. I will soon?
I am learning new stuff about unix!

the championship

2008-11-02T15:42:00.000-08:00

we win!

American beauty

2008-10-26T14:06:00.000-07:00

Days have been hectic. i felt like how i used to when i was back home, working. get-up, goto office, eat at some road side place... go home and sleep.
I saw american beauty again after a long long time. and i saw some things that STAR movies didn't show me, not the nudity part.. but maybe thats what i was looking for the first time i saw the movie, and i missed out on some other great parts.. If you have not seen it, you should see it.
I also have this symptom, in which i suddenly forget how to spell a word. Beauty, i had to let google correct me. I don't know whether it happens to many people, but this has been happening to me on a regular basis.
I use I a lot I think everytime I write something, can't find how else to put somethings.. its irritating to know that I have a limited vocabulary, or maybe its just that i don't know how to put things together.
Days are getting shorter and nights are getting colder. and i lost one hour today. i still don't know how it works, day light saving. I have become proficient in the exquisite art of cooking. Its from movie, except the word cooking.
need to learn how to get over my low self esteem, is it?
I hate Microsoft Vista.

WTF

2008-09-26T11:28:00.000-07:00

I do sometimes wonder what i am doing here. I mean, it was all becasue of an urge to get out of the place where i was, doing what i was doing. So here i am, doing something which i am not really sure whether i had to do. the reasons for being here are more baseless than i thought they would seem.
I work on things which i know won't be used the way i am being taught they will be used, but i don't really have a choice. I am wasting my time. shit.
Some other things that irritate me are that my mouse controller or whatever it is called on my laptop, it sucks. I don't know how to type without touching it and the pointer goes all over the place. I did get another mouse, but i didn't have a mouse pad, and so it wasn't functioning correctly either. But smart as i am, i have solved that problem, by stealing a mouse pad from the college lab... hehehe... we feels happy.
for people who don't know anything about cooking: its rezally easy people. only part i feel a little bored about is doing the dishes. Other than that, its pretty easy to cook anything.
Also this weekend we have a race at singapore, where mclaren, after having got scrwed by FIA- Ferrari's Anternational Arm for spanking Mclaren, will screw Ferrari and hopefully their retard lead drived will show his true retard colors.
I also have realised again, something which i have been realising from time to time, that there are infinite number of smart girls in this world. Yes infinity. More than you and I can imagine together.
Chinki girls are not as hot as i had imagined them to be. Maybe because I saw all the wrong type of chinki girl movies. I am NOT a racist.
How do we patays girls who read Salman Rushdie?
spell check is not working

silence!?

2008-08-26T13:04:00.000-07:00

Something that will not be present anymore when you say that it is. Its from a really nice movie.
So, how is Lund?
Its silent. Very very silent.
no sound. even the birds don't make any sounds. people driving don't honk. no screeching brake's sound because people don't drive fast. no squirrels. not many people.
Its a city in southern Sweden, and i am here to pass some time of my life.
The corridor where i live has around 20 rooms, 2 kitchens to be used by the corridor inmates. The whether is almost as it was in Bangalore, except that it is a little bit colder. Lots of students.
one thing i was surprised was, how well things are organised. people driving, actually stop where they are supposed to, they let a pedestrian cross the road, without honking, unlike me back home.
I have been drinking 3% alcohol beer since the day i arrived here until today. girls are good.
More to come soon.

The Dark Knight and Taj Mahal

2008-07-24T23:19:00.000-07:00

I was expecting to see a Marvel comics book, but instead i see some DC comics. I really didn't know that he was not a part of the Marvel group. But this is one of the best movies i have seen this year. My friend always used to tell me about the cartoon series in Cartoon Network. He would tell me that the best part of Batman series is the background music that is present when he looks down on Gotham city after a job-well-done.
The music in this movie is also superb. One may not notice it while watching it, but once u are done watching, the sound stays there in your head.
The joker's lip-smacking, even though is a little bit irritating, is one of the things that makes his role what it is.
And as usual all his gadgets are super cool and stunts are good. I think the script was also very good. There are some really nice dialogues.
Only thing that I would have changed is Batman's voice. It sounds a little gay when he is not Bruce, i guess it is supposed to give some kind of a cool, secretive and frightening feeling to the people of Gotham.

The Times-of-India's movie reviewer sucks. Hancock and 4 stars.. wtf.

Kung-fu panda is ok ok.. All the jokes are the once we have already seen in some other movie, and the story is also not something new.

Now to the second part of my heading. Taj Mahal is a recently released Kannada movie. I went to "prashanta" theatre in my home-town. Unfortunately i went about half and hour late and missed the starting of the movie, but it looks like i didn't miss much. The story is about an honest guy who is madly in love with some aunty in college. It so happens that she is also in love with the same guy but doesn't really get to know its the same guy whom she slapped and did all the things a "good-looking" babe is supposed to do when some not-so-cool guy comes and expresses his emotions.

So finally our hero after having sung a million songs, only one or two with the aunty who is not really with him, and the rest alone and forlorn, finally decides to call it quits and returns home a loser. In the middle of all this we have some executive from a foreign company owned by our very own aunty's dad, doing sketches of the loser and sending it over Yahoo! mail. I seriously think Ananth Nag should start acting as the guy's dad instead of the hot-aunties dad in every movie. By the way, "preethi, prema, pranaya" was one of the best Kannada movies i have seen till now. I think Kavita Lankesh has done a very good job. Ok now back to Taj Mahal. Once our aunty waits for the sketch to load on Yahoo! mail, which i think had a size of 1GB, she suddenly realizes that the loser is her hero. She gets all worked up and starts asking her dad to get him for her. The dad who consoles his spoilt aunty decides to get things straightened out and goes to her college to get this guys address. Now at this point of time i came to realize what i had missed in the first half hour of the movie. The loser had a dairy. He would write everything in his dairy and some reporter has got hold of this dairy and is explaining the story to a movie producer. And the movie producer is none other than "mungary male producer. Mr X". I don't remember his name, so i guess the producer knew this would happen and hence the title "mungaru male producer". This reporter, since the dairy was lost by the loser when returning home to his parents, decides to get the complete story and goes to the college and gets the address of the loser.

In the climax, both the aunty, her dad and his minions and the reporter reach the village of our beloved loser. So now again a flashback of what actually happened when the guy reaches home. He finds his parents working hard in some "thoTa". He explains to them that they are losers since without their loser genes he couldn't have managed to miss exams,getting kicked out of college etc etc. The dad accepts his mistake but explains that he can't really help it. So the loser is told to go home and wait for some time while they finish up cutting grass. Just then tragedy! The loser gets hit by a lorry and he dies on the spot. loser's mom dies of a heart attack and his dad goes mad. We return from flashback to see that the loser's dad is raving that his genes will not get propagated. The aunty cries a lot and the picture ends.

Now the ending was the best part of movie. I also liked the way the helplessness of the loser is portrayed. He is so addicted to this girl that he would do anything for her. Poor guy.

I hope this wasn't too boring. I also realized something after watching The Dark Knight. I get dizzy when i see those scenes in which the camera goes round and round someone.

A list of books.

The Great Gatsby is a book for the demented.

The three musketeers is a good book. Don Quixote, i have struggled hard to get to the end of book 1, i think i will read book 2 when i retire. The Amulet of Samarkand series was ok ok.

I read a lot many books, but can't remember any, so i guess they all were just ok.

time pass things

2008-06-23T05:18:00.000-07:00

1) A Honda engine
2) Vodafone connection
3) ICICI bank account
4) ING(vysya) bank account.. used to have in college, dunno if still operational
5) Kingfisher .*( i am a very big fan of Vim, as in the text editor)
6)once in my life till now... a Red Bull
7)Marlboro-Ferrari-Schumi helmet. Didn't see much of this guy's driving, apparently he is some god.
8) OK, lets say one or two Marlboro cigarettes.
9) around 10 Mild Seven cigarettes
10)Once Johnie Walker
11) Royal Challenge
And last but not the least "frequent crashes".

Birthdays

2008-04-10T05:55:00.000-07:00

"Hi goobe ... its ma's birthday.. wish her..."
"Don't tell her that you told me"
"Ya... Ok... call her and wish"

shame on me. yes.
I remember the birthdays of six girls. And i am pretty certain that i know the birth date of another girl, though a little unsure.
And i have not, till now, 24 years of my existence, ever wished my mom on her birthday.
Thinking about it, i was not even sure about the exact date of her birthday till about 2 years ago i think. I always have known that it was in the beginning of April, and around Yugadi, but never have i wished her by myself till now.
So this should be a very good reminder for the rest of my life.
While i am at it, i will also make a reminder to make sure that i wish my parents on their 25th Marriage anniversary. Yes i have to ask my sister for the date..
But shame on me eh... shame on me.

J.E

2008-03-18T23:43:00.000-07:00

'No Sir, finish it now; I pity you - I do pity you.'

'Pity, Jane, from some people is a noxious and insulting sort of tribute, which one is justified in hurling back at the teeth of those who offer it; but that is a sort of pity native to callous, selfish hearts; it is a hybrid, egotistical pain at hearing of woes, crossed with ignorant contempt for those who have endured them. But that is not your pity, Jane; it is not the feeling of which your whole face is full at this moment - with which your eyes are almost overflowing - with which your heart is heaving - with which your hand is trembling in mine. Your pity, my darling, is the suffering mother of love: its anguish is the very natal pang of the diving passion. I accept it, Jane; let the daughter have free advent - my arms wait to receive her.'

his third and hopefully final one

2008-03-14T05:23:00.001-07:00

Setup: One guy, living alone. comes to work like everyday. Does some work. has lunch. returns to desk. He remembers that he has forgotten his mobile phone and that he should get it now. plans to go home and come back within half an hour. home=6.2km away

Sees a forward, about guys doing stunts on pulsar. thinks his bike can also do atleast a part of it.

starts home. some sideroad in jayanagar. suddenly he feels he should go faster. he accelerates. he sees a white maruti 800 with a blinking left turn side light coming towards him. He hopes that guy will complete the turn and go into side-road's side road. damn. he doesn't. the car stalls. this guy has about 2 seconds to react. puts his front brake. he had the disc changes just 2 weeks ago. .. 1 second.. can't help it. bike won't stop. it WILL skid. he is like "Oh shit". then in another second... Wham!! his helmet hits the front bumber. the bike is somewhere on the right. just before he fell down, he knew what was coming. bracing himself for the pain. guys come running from everywhere. the guy in the car gets out. nice decent guy, doesn't scream right away. he is afraid that the guy on the bike is fucked.

2 seconds...

he is on the road. he has his helmet still on. legs are shaking. he was looking at tree tops but he can't remember any tree tops. he sees people coming into view.

they: remove his helmet, remove his helmet.

he: wtf!! looks at his arms, left.. ok, right.. ok.

he looks at his legs.. both seem to be ok.

he takes a look around, manages to sit up.

by this time all aunties from sorrounding buildings have come out and are standing watching wtf is happening. one thatha explains... " eee hudgrige gaadi ondidre saaku"... or some shit like that.

he tries to get up.... people say.. don't get up.. sit breathe.. remove ur helmet.

he is sweating.. he removes his helmet.

he looks around.. wtf is his bike?

he: where is my bike..

someone: its there.. don't worry... its all right

someone else: drink this water...

he: beda...

car driver is looking at him amazed... --- how the fuck is he still sitting and talking..

he --- how the fuck did i survive that with not even scratch visible.

people around : very lucky.. very lucky

he: i thought you would take a turn.

car driver: "says something"

people: "esht joragi banda nodidra"

car driver: thats why i stopped

he gets up. tries to see if there is any more damage. Rs1800 pant.. torn left knee.. looks like a medium scratch. right knee, some pain.

he sees his bike. not much damage, but is shown the place from where it was got to where it stood now.

he wants to leave the place and go to his PG and get his fucking mobile.

he puts on helmet

people: take some rest.

he : :-

gets on his bike, still in 5th gear. shifts down to 1st.

starts. goes near car. apologizes to car driver. drives away.

on road:

he: wtf were u thinking asshole

he:what else will you get if u drive like a fucking bastard.

he:fuck you.. blah blah blah

he reaches home. cleans up his wounds.

fuck! the legs are hurting like hell. searches for saframycin. can't find it. lies down.

gets to his fucking mobile in the end.

sends messages to some people.

he feels better.. that he told some people.

he takes rest, thinks about "what will i do for food tonight"

calls his supervisor in office. tells her he got into an accident and that he will be a little late.

he manages to climb down two flights of stairs, major pain in legs.

asks someone to start his bike, gets on it.

hopes that all signals will be green for his on his way back to office.

first signal... green -> yellow, he passes.. second gear.

can't shift gears... left leg hurts.

he moves in second gear. but has to stop in one major signal, not for long. reaches office.

gets some spray, sprays... feels better.

he emails his friends saying he will need their help, feels good when people call to ask wtf happened.

he has decided to sell his bike and buy a bicycle.

hopes to take a cab back to his friends place and hopes to recover in 2 days.

now he remembers that the maruti 800 was on the wrong side... thank god!

but wait a minute, he doesn't believe in god.

Radio City II

2008-03-10T01:02:00.000-07:00

Just a few days after complaining about radio city, i am back to complain more.
Vasanthi Hapiprakash has left radio city forever. A Miss V messaged me and told me that she was leaving on friday night last week and that Saturday morning's show was her last show.
I still feel somewhat sore in my heart whenever i think about Vasanthi.
Its not only me, the number of fans that called in to ask her not to go, and some to wish her "all the best" for her future, and the ones that dropped into the radio city studio on saturday morning were more than just sad.
Some people were crying when on Radio, live. I felt just as bad as them when i was listeneing to her that morning. It was a numb pain. Its like losing someone you really love. The pain stays there for sometime and whenever one thinks about that voice, all the old feelings come back.
I felt very depressed that morining, i wish that she would come back to the morning show, So do her thousands of fans in and around Bangalore.
I can't really put into words the pain that it has caused to so many people, when they heard her say its her last show and listened to her speak on Saturday morning. She was THE BEST. she wished and thanked all the people of Karnataka for the support that they have given her and all that, and i am sure that it was fully deserved. Her last word was "Namaskara".

Some people might say all this is just "bull" and that no one can have been attached so much to some RJ who hosts some show. But its not really like that. There are thousands of people who have felt what i did, and who all wish her "the very best for her future".
I don't know what else to say other than that i was somewhat fortunate to have been in Bangalore and having heard someone like her for the past one-one and a half year.
you can find out more about her here.

I will miss her a lot.

Silver lining: she said we might get to not only hear her, but also see her in the Future..

Sweeney Todd and others

2008-03-03T00:51:00.000-08:00

Sweeney Todd: The demon barber of fleet street is one sweet barber. The only complaint that i have is against the censor board for cutting all the scenes in which he uses "His friends" who complete his "arm" to slit his beloved customers.
This movie was the first musical that i saw, and i can say that it is one of the best movies that i have ever seen. sadly my blood thirst was not fully quenched.
"There is a hole in the world like a big black pit" was simply too good.
should download movie and watch again.. uncut version.
Other than this i also saw one useless movie called "Jumper" totally useless.. people were comparing it to The Bourne series with special extra effects etc.. etc.. but its no way near those movies.
Jodha-Akbar, was a good movie. Many said its too boring and drags on and on and on.. but it didn't seem so bad, maybe because i watched it over a time period of six hours. The director has honestly tried to get the splendour of Troy and such other movies, but it doesn't really look real.
Akbar is tall and handsome but not really built like Achilles.
There are many more movies to watch and no time, i wish i had a laptop so that i could watch all the one's i have missed, one everyday.
I also happened to read some books recently. Latest was "Emma". It was a nice book. What could be expected from an author like Jane Austen. This book was different from the others, i think a little better.
I generally have this opinion about Ernest Hemingway that his books are not really as good as everyone who has read his work make it out to be. All this is based on the idea that short stories are not really that good to read as normal stories, maybe i don't understand the hidden meanings or whatever, and i have already commented on "A farewell to Arms".
But i read a short story recently, one of his best stories, "The old man and the sea". It was a good book. Maybe i should read more of his books... anyway that book is worth every rupee that i paid for it.
I also happened to read some books by PG Wodehouse. He is also a good author. The stories are really very witty. Need to find one particular book which i have been trying to get from a long long time.....
I am including labels from this post.

it was.... if only!

2008-02-28T07:31:00.000-08:00

Holding hands and walking down a road is the best thing that anyone can do with someone who they know understands them completely.

Just sitting and listening to that someone makes your day anyday.

Thinking about those past moments is the best way to pay tribute to something you will cherish till your last breath.

Radio City

2008-02-26T02:15:00.000-08:00

I was in my first year of engineering when i first heard something on radio city 91.1
First year no comps allowed, and me being not so rich, all i could afford was a cheap radio. But the shows were good and i still remember a guy called "johnsy" or someone like him. Radio city was the first of its kind and it was the best. I guess people were done with radio by the time they came to second year and so was i, we got computers, stitched a LAN together and spent some of the most memorable days of my life, playing some really cool games.
Around three years later, the radio business is BIG and there are many channels. Going to office listening to Radio City was one of the best ways to spend time on the traffic ridden hosur road. I don't really remember the exact day when i heard Vasanti on the "Morning show" of Radio city, but i can remember that she had the most energetic and sweetest voice of all the people on radio. She used to do a show on Thursdays i think, where she would call up kids all over Bangalore and ask them stuff.. the kids.. OMG, i hope mine will be half smart as those.. i don't think i was..... she was great. Then i bought a phone with a radio, and i even had the chance of speaking to her once.. it was awesome.. the feeling.
And now the complaint. I stopped listening to radio for about 1 month, and in the meanwhile everything has changed a lot. I read that "mirchi" is the most listened to radio channel, because they play Kannada all the time..... So i guess Radio city changed to a more of a Kannada channel.
Its really boring now.. no nice songs in the night show.. some crappy 1/2 Kannada 1/4 Tamil 1/5 English songs..... it really sucks.
If radio city changed into a Kannada channel because Mirchi was the one being listened to the most, they are not going to do any better i am sure.. No Vasanti on the morning show :(
I guess the main source of money for these radios is the Ads they air, but i am sure that the auto drivers( i believe they make up around 50% of the radio listening population) would never buy the products they try to sell through these ads. So whats the point in becoming a more of a Kannada channel and losing the already present large fan-base???( who are more likely to buy the products) I hope they had a better reason than just the number of people listening to some particular channel.
This doesn't mean i am against Kannada or something... though i don't think Kannada songs have anything to do with increasing the "image" of Kannada already present. They don't really portray what Kannada is anyway.. so screw those songs... play something good and which people who already are listening to will like. Try to keep one's fan base intact, try something new to attract other people.
Most of the Techies are non-Kannada's and are the people who listen to radio most... whats the use of making the morning show into a pro-Kannada show?
I read in some churmuri blog ... the author says that Kannada is not being given proper respect because its being aired only on Saturday mornings when not many people are listening.. and that the reason why "mirchi" is becoming more famous is because of the Kannada songs..
Are there really good songs worth listening to? i doubt it.
I was somewhat relieved to find Vasanti still an RJ at radio city, only that she does the evening show. But it doesn't feel the same to listen to her in the evenings, she was a better RJ with her morning show.

Changing Lanes

2008-01-11T02:09:00.000-08:00

Life always gives you second oppurtunities, or something like that.. and it keeps giving you those second oppurtunities again and again and again... it only takes some time before that happens, but nevertheless it does happen.

the year 2008, i hope brings more "happening events" than the previous year. I easily get bored of life. Its not fun living the routine life.

we kicked-off the new year with i think a moderate quantity of booz, which did cost a lot of money( not from my pocket). I take this oppurtunity (on behalf of all the other ashrama-ites)to thank suttu, keeeeraaan and TC for the treat that they gave us on new years eve!

i quit my job on 31st of december and believe me, i have made an (secret) oath that i will go back and work for that company which has given me this start as an engineer, at some point in my furure.

Life is going to change gears, not only for me but for many others that i know.... People are getting married( :D ) , some guys have started working,and One of my friends did very well in the must chased after CAT and i hope he does succed and become a good manager(?)

I often wonder about many thing when i ride... i ride a unicorn now, my granddad had a live mustang, and someday i WILL have drive a mustang....
but the most irritating thing about riding in Bangalore is the auto drivers.. damn them.. i know everyone complains about them, believe me they deserve every bit of wrath ever shown towards them... yesterday night while going home, one auto guy screamed at me.. and i gave him the stare... darth vader types... with full helmet and visor and all.. hehehe.. its fun to stare at people when u want to piss them off... it just doesn't mean anything, i do it a lot... even to these people driving cars when they do those stunts on the road... it just gives me kinda pleasure to give those people the cold stare through my helmet.. but anyway inside i am a chicken...

Sometimes when i am bored i go read other blogs, i visit a few often and read what they write. Sometimes i love to read the comments and some people, i don't know whether they comment on the blog with an intention to make sure that others who come read-comment will know that, that person has been here( seems unlikely) but what i do believe more is that some people have this innate urge to show that they are the biggest-fans-alive of the blog writer... or more likely i am just jealous that i am not able to see what they saw in the post... but i doubt it....

no proper conclusion... => low TOEFL score.

The TriP

2007-12-27T02:26:00.000-08:00

I am bored to death today. It is one of my last days at the company i am working right now. Have been reading Calvin and Hobbes for a long long time and that too is getting a little boring, no mood to work and i am feeling really sleepy. its around 4 in the afternoon and i just remembered that i have missed my afternoon tea break today.
OK, now to the real business, we planned and executed successfully a trip. It was planned meticulously in the beginning and even though the planning got a little boring as the trip date neared, nevertheless we did it!!!.
As always there were some things which don't go right and there were somethings which didn't go as "planned" in this trip too.... so here starts the cribbing, or more correctly the whining...
First to start with the "gangsta" with his designer undies decided to play the usual stuff which he is so famously known for, people asked him, pleaded and then even begged him to come along, and finally after a lot of show-off he did agree...
even before this "point-to-be-noted"-- one guy actually had some project release which i am sure he did it well in "Fun- cinemas" in a way which i am sure must have been more fun than what we did. ;-) well we didn't miss anything and i am sure you didn't too... but i hope you have made some progress for all the reasons you gave...
and then the damned TT and its driver. He "supposedly" died in a road accident just on the afternoon of the day in which we were supposed to leave, I don't know whether i should thank "GOD" for taking his life when we were not there with him or whether to feel sorry for ourselves at being made fools by such a stupid lie. I guess we will never know the truth. one sec.. i just did a search, and it does look like we were made fools.. damn that TT and of course streeeeeeee.
anyway after a lot of frantic bike riding and making telephone calls, a tempo traveller(TT) was arranged and by the time these guys started i was already back at home, trying to get some sleep.
After a long long talk with my sister and an even longer wait, i finally got suttu's call and i left home to join the already-drunk and drowsy guys in the TT without a CD-player. It doesn't seem much, i mean not having a CD player, but it was damn irritating after all the discussions that we had about push-back seats, TV, DVD player etc...
it was around 2 AM when we started and when we finally reached shimoga it was around 6 or 7 AM i think. On the way i did show off my DC skills.....
we reached gokarna at around 10 AM. The city has 2 main roads and both were being paved. After taking the wrong road and asking around a bit, we reached the hotel, checked in, had breakfast, met our other member of the party from mangalore.
Next we went to the nearest beach, did all the usual stuff of taking photos and playing in the water and similar crappy things.
Finally having got bored of playing in the beach-without-babes and waves, it was decided to cross a hill and go to another beach-with-babes.
on top of the hill was a "Hill-top restaurant". All we did was drink and eat and drink more, and take more photos... and by the time we were done with all the horsing around and started toward the beach-with-babes, it was already late and babes were out of the beach. As always bhatta with his fucking heavy body and weak legs did some stunt and sprained his knee. More photos. then carrying bhatta up the hill-put him in auto - sent him to hospital - and the others started what they are best at.....
next day was the day to visit the "OM" beach. which we did and guess what i met some bongs playing football in the beach. These things always seem to happen. I meet someone i know from my college no matter where i go.. this time i met people whom i knew at two totally unexpected places and one expected place.
we played inside the upper curve of "OM" and then one guy came along and told us he would take us to another super beach... and it was a super beach, it was secluded and was full of babes.... well i did feel a little awkward, but then again there was one other friend who "finally-had-come-home" here. more drinking and little eating.
I became the photographer here and took some really nice pics of the sunset.
I always did imaging a sunset at a beach and it was not like i thought it would be. I had thought i would be able to see the sun go down into the water and all that, but what i actually saw was the sun disappearing some 5 cms above the water surface. But i saw a real sunset 2 days later while coming back to Bangalore, it was nice.
The boat guy came, took us back to civilization, and we came back to some hotel with a chinki-waiter who said too many sorry's but did little to get us what we ordered.
Next day we decided to get out of gokarna and to visit Yana, ya she stays nearby.
after bhatta's knee massage we started off at 11 with a fire spitting TT.
At around 2 we reached Yana, its a bore. it really was. No excitement.
Reach highway after a bone-crunching ride and then the damn TT breaks down.
The driver decides he should get a tow truck and escapes... 11 innocent guys left alone in the middle of nowhere... and guess what they do, they light up the road. It was fun.
Finally reached sisri, from which we got a bus to bangalore, last seats, jumping-jumping ride back to bangalore. I wake up near checkpost some 5 kms out of tumkur, ask the driver to stop the bus. Walk back 2 kms, get an auto and reached home at around 6:30.
it was a good trip better than the Goa trip.

What i hate

2007-11-29T05:11:00.000-08:00

Probably of all things that i hate most is seeing people use "da" instead of "the".
It just drives me crazy... what the fuck is that? i mean how much more trouble does it take to type th instead of D. i hate it when people send messages with da.
i don't know whether it really helps people when they are messaging a lot, i did it(messaging) for a brief part of my life and i didn't really find any big difference. Maybe it is because most of the people use nokia phones, which add a word like b4 and da into the dictionary when u use it a few times.
maybe the reason i hate to see these words in a message is because i didn't have a nokia phone and my mobile refused to remember words which were explicitly added into the dictionary beyond one reboot... and maybe i was pissed subconsciously because of the lost opportunity to decrease the time required to type the word by 0.5 seconds.
Another thing i totally hate is those fake testimonials on orkut. i mean how can any sensible person accept something which expands friends into something stupid. Here is a testimonial...
Ur sooo sweet to be forgottan..(yes) with a whole load of bunnies made up of [*'() and an o] saying one minute, one year etcetera... no matter how long, I'll treasure the times we became friends...
i mean what the fuck does this tell someone who reads the testimonial about the person who received it.....
then again maybe the person accepted it because they didn't want to offend the other person who sent it... but still come on..
another thing i hate is emails which say since u have opened it you have to read it all and then forward it to 10 other jerks like yourself or else the most horrible things imaginable will happen, the horrible things ranging from you losing you job to one of your body parts. and there is another subtler version of these email which say some dying kid somewhere in some corner of the world will get 1 paise if 10 people read some bull shit story. I really don't give a damn about people here, why the hell should anyone care about some unknown child in some unknown city dying of some horrible disease?
I hate to hear people talk in slang Hindi.... maybe it is because i am not used to it. Maybe they also feel exactly the same way i do when they hear someone talking in slang in a language they know but don't really use often(or maybe something used in movies they see), but still i hate it when i see(overhear) girls speaking this way... it irritates me very much. i know i cannot have the whole world my way.. but this is one thing which i would definitely re-write if ever given a chance to recreate this world.
and i hate people who use words like hypocrite and cynic. who am i?

the "C" factor

2007-11-12T07:39:00.000-08:00

I don't know whether this is just to make everyone know how twisted my mind is or just to show off, inference is your job.
I have a lot of Chool.
chool[ch-ool] noun
1) the characteristic of a person to think about something esp. humans in vivid imaginative ways which cannot be expressed in words very easily..
not bad?
I don't know why, but it has been like this ever since i can remember. maybe it was "James Hadley Chase's" book's covers which started it or maybe it was just inherent to me with my twisted little mind.
The first thing i do when i see a female is hit on her... i don't actually do anything stupid, like start talking stupid things or cracking jokes or complimenting or anything(Do these qualify as hitting on a girl?), i just kind of get these funny ideas.
I really believe its not bad at all and that it is common, i have talked about this only to a few people i am usually with when i get these ideas and they completely agree with me. Its not insane.
My indiranagar friends...
well most of them are my type.. i guess all are. some admit and some don't.
one guy makes it a point that everybody in ashrama knows about whoever new comes to his company/team. But everybody is the same, in one way or another. It just boils down to adrenaline i guess.
So what do i actually think about when i see someone is something which i can not write but it is not something unspeakable.. it is just plain fantasy. i love it.
But this doesn't keep happening over and over again, when i meet the same person again and again, or when i do understand that person more, it just stops. "That" part of my mind gets bored i guess. But it is fun while it lasts and since there are so many people around its not very boring.

You DON'T have a future.

2007-10-28T21:20:00.001-07:00

Hi-ya!
"To my brother, Budd.
The only man I ever loved. Bill."
What's that?
Budd's Hanzo sword.
He said he pawned it.
Guess that makes him
a liar now, don't it?
- Elle?
- Bea.
Somethin' I've always
been curious about.
Just between us girls...
...what did you say to Pai Mei
to make him snatch out your eye?
(screams) Ow!
I called him a miserable old fool.
Ooh. Bad idea.
Know what I did?
I killed that miserable old fool.
(EIle) How do you like the fish head,
you miserable old fool?
I poisoned his fish heads.
Elle, you treacherous dog.
(EIle laughs)
I - give - you - my - word...
(EIle) And I told him,
"To me, the word
of an old fool like you
is worth less than nothing."
(laughs)
That's right.
I killed your master.
And now I'm gonna kill you, too.
With your own sword, no less.
Which, in the very immediate future,
will become my sword.
Bitch...
...you don't have a future.

and after all this comes the best scene of all the movies ever made...
she squishes the eye... man does it make u feel good.. hehehe

Pertaining to current matters

2007-09-25T06:24:00.001-07:00

I am beginning this the third time..

I don't really know what to say.... even though there is a lot to say.

Life has become more pleasant in one way now. I have recovered from many accidents... The marks will never go though. But i don't really care.

People who have not read the book " To kill a mockingbird" i think you guys should go ahead and read it.. if u don't have it, let me know i will gladly lend u my book.

This is a haphazard post... more disorderly than the other ones.. but who cares

This week started off with a brilliant mail that i got... it was a nice one.. and even though it made me feel really cold for sometime, it was a nice feeling.. have u ever felt that? when u read something which u know is coming and which u don't want to. But once it comes u don't feel as much as u thought u would feel? Its damn cold though. For sometime. I was sitting, listening to some ppt, i check my mail and there it is.. i read it twice... i was so excited and "COLD" that i couldn't refrain from sending out messages to find out more details... but i think if u expect something to happen and if u wait for it to happen a long long time, when that thing really happens, you never feel what u though you would feel. Its nothingness.

Has your heart ever started beating fast just by the sight or even the thought of something? have u ever felt scared about something which u wait for ever to happen?? i read somewhere that you don't fear something when it really happens but it is the wait for that thing to happen which is fearful. Sometimes this is true.

I sit in my cube running scripts all day long and when i go back to my room i never wonder why i am wasting my time like this. i know this is no means to any end. This sucks. I lack the drive to change things.. wtf?!

The easiest way to happiness is to quit complaining?!

F*** you HSBC

2007-09-13T06:28:00.000-07:00

You people are mother fuckers. God damn you people.
I used to feel sorry for the guys who stand outside my company and beg every damn guy who comes out of the gate to apply for a credit card. Now i know why the fuck the bank sends so many ppl. These assholes don't explain us the rules and assholes like me fall for it.
I realised today that why the fuck i have read so many times in so many places that credit cards are a big business for the banks.Every damn thing is fine print... you only realise the truth when u have been stabbed.. no more like gang raped. Fucking banks.
For those ppl who don't know the exact thing here it is...
No one does anything if ur card is stolen... the bank will be in fact happy if some motherfucker goes on a spending spree with ur lost card. And then u go try and give a complaint to the fucking police who don't give a damn, why should they, as if they don't have enough problems to handle already.
Once u have been fucked u will keep getting fucked until say "see you asshole!" for ever.
You are told when u take the card that u will have some 52 days to pay up.. but surprise surprise.. even if u pay up almost the whole amount withing twenty days u will have to pay the interest on the whole, including the amount that you have paid back. Paying interest on my own money to someone else.... fuck this.
I hope the damn bank rots in hell.

Ps: I have cooled down now.

Credit card

2007-08-07T05:42:00.000-07:00

I am one unhappy person...
This year has been very bad for me and it is getting worse month by month!
After two successive accidents, just as i was recovering from all the pain, i land up in this credit card problem.
I ask myself, now thinking back on the previous Saturday? how can i be such a fool, so careless. After all the things that i tell my room-mate about how careless he is. shit man. i am in deep shit now.
Some smart ass, i don't know whether he has prior experience in the art of using someone Else's credit card or not, but he will surely get away this time. i really don't know what to do.
I have told myself to keep a pen at hand a thousand times and even as i am writing this i still don't have a pen. It was all because i didn't have a stupid 10rs pen. Now i end up paying 36k to the damn bank who practically don't care who uses the card, all they want is the card to be swiped at as many places as possible, the more the merrier..
If only i had a pen that day i needn't have borrowed one from some unknown guy and then i remembered to return the pen, but forgot to get my card..
here is the story.
I get a few thousand rs for doing crappy work and then i decide to celebrate by b'day by giving a small treat to my room-mates. we go out have a good time and next morning i get up and get this brilliant idea of paying my outstanding credit card bills. I go to the bank, without a pen!, and there i do the borrowing, copying card number onto deposit slip, depositing money and all, but in the end i forget to take my card with me. Some guy, I'm sure he is a customer of the bank where i went flicks the card and has a nice time shopping in all the places he can imagine(its a he, I'm sure of that also) buying all the stuff he wants. I realise this when someone from customer care calls up and asks me "Dude u are spending a lot today! whats up?!", I'm like "WTF!!!" and then "oh!! shit!", god save me.
I really don't' know what to do now and the police are not really helpful, i mean what can they do when the bank is saying they'll let me know when i should pay the money soon. :-(
this month has had a fucked up beginning and i have a notion that it will end that way.
.i.. to the guy who had my card. i know he doesn't care, or wouldn't mind.

Books worth reading

2007-05-09T05:55:00.000-07:00

I like reading and i read a considerable number of books.
My favourite books are

The fountainhead
This was the first book that i read written by Ayn Rand and i still consider it to be one of the best books that i have read till now. I know many people have read this book and i still haven't found someone who has told me that this book is worthless. Atlas shrugged is also a good book but once you've read a book by her all the other works seem somewhat the same, nevertheless it is a good book.

The Brother's Karamazov.
The reason i bought this book was because i was fascinated by the author's name. The book is about a guy and his three sons. People say that Dostoevsky is one of the authors who began to write about human psychology. Crime and Punishment is also a very good book. I don't know what to write about these books, i believe these books could be read and enjoyed by anyone.

The adventures of Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.
These two books by Mark Twain are really good. The adventures of Huck, i think is more funnier than the first part. Jim's rescue was planned and executed with super awesome style....

some other classics
Jane Austin's books are all alike but are fun to read. i don't know whether they are books meant to be read by women more than men, but i have read a few books and i have not got bored with them
Wuthering heights is good,Uncle tom's cabin made me cry!
Oliver twist and great expectations are also good. i had seen the movie of the former when i was in school, but i couldn't remember the story when i started reading the book, and the latter book was pretty ordinary till the last 50 pages or so, i felt like kicking Betty and Joe when pip returned back home... but that was the best part of the whole book.

The godfather and others by Puzo i think most of the people would have read and enjoyed, and i don't know why people consider Hemingway as a great writer. There is certainly i seem to miss whenever I've read his books.. i first started with his short stories, short stories had never interested me, but i didn't really think his short stories were great. if all short stories are like the ones he wrote i am never going to bother reading these stories.... and what was "a farewell to arms" all about? i still don't understand what is implied by the book's name, the ending was certainly touching and all.. but it took a lot of patience to reach the ending.. his writing is so damn irritating, why should those two keep repeating what the other says??? anyone who reads this and has read that please email me. I want to know what the book is all about!

and finally i wanted to mention about the book that i read in college.. its called "area 7" it is a masterpiece of pure action. and Shantaram wasn't really as great as VC told me it was.

i could have written separately about each book but i am not good enough for that yet, I'll try next time..

Life

2007-04-26T01:20:00.000-07:00

I had saved a half written article.. but i don't know what happened to it, i can't find it.
Something has to be written about my life, not only because nothing much is happening in my life but it has started to suck a lot.
I am bored. There is nothing exciting happening. I guess most of the people have a pretty boring life. I want to do somethings which will make my life a little bit more exciting and i will start soon. I don't think people would like to read much about this, so i will not discuss this.
but here are two lines about me right now.....
My back is broken.I have a job which has become very routine.
I didn't sign up for this.

Right now i know where i stand, i am not uncommon.

booz and puke

2006-12-03T07:45:00.000-08:00

Right now i am not really well qualified to express my thought about these two things. but from my past experiences i can paint a very good picture.
I have been trying real hard to come up with something to write.. i wrote soemthing about hope but it was hopeless so i had to delete it the next day itslef.
anyway booz.ppl like it a lot and there are lots of them ppl around.
why do ppl booz? is it because they go to someother world when they do??
believe me whoever happens to read this cause i know not many will read it.. that is not really the reason..
it seldom happens that u get so high that u lose ur senses.. then why do ppl drink.
the real pleasure according to my friends lies somewhere in the state when u are totally lost and are totally in control, but according to me when u actaully tip over to the side towards totally lost... just a little bit.. not too much.. u shouldn't pass out( that is the worst thing, it is then useless)
u have to reach a point when u have no option other than puking. and u should control it as much as possible and then when it is just simply impossible.. find the nearest place where u can discharge ur bodile fluids(heheheh) and let go..
puke.
then u do this till u are completely empty... there is nothing inside ur stomach, and if u drunk enough u will be in a situation when u will be trying to puke even though there is nothing.. it is at this time that u know the true power of booz.
it hits u really well.. gets u on a high.. and it is really nice.
at this time u can sleep at ease without feeling afraid that u will puke in your sleep and choke to death(especially if u attended a workshop on first aid) and enjoy the real kick.
But believe me.. drinking is bad for health and i really believe in it. these are past experiences and necessarily not mine..
and this little ariticle is dedicated to a new found friend.. i hope i can find someway to make my friend read this.

introduction

2006-10-20T03:50:00.000-07:00

I dodn't know what exactly to write ... and i haven't read many bloogs. Anyway i thought of creating one of my own and since the people who have created this site said that the best way to find out what blogging is to start blogging i thought why not give it a try.
I guess the people who read this, if any are going to be my friends and i don't know what to tell them about myslef.But for all the other people who happen to read this.. i am rakesh.i hate changing the first letter of the line to caps so i am gonna let them be like that.i am an engineer and i think i am finally justified in calling myslef one.i work for an organization which doesn't pay a lot but what the hell.. i am not a really good enginner myslef,not yet.
i live in bangalore about 13 kms from where i work and it takes a lot of patience to get there and back.
i am a simple guy who likes reading and watching movies... until recently i thought i had seen all the movies then i met a friend who i believe has seen all the movies ever made!
this little article i think is the most disorganized thing that i've ever written,but i think its ok since it is a beginning.i will try to improve hehehe.