Perceptions - Random Thoughts; General Scribbles; Madness with method??

My last post

2007-12-11T14:55:00.000+05:30

People.. This is the last one in this blog.

From now on I shall be on www.kiranspillai.wordpress.com

It was good. It was all good.

"I am joing Webchutney"

2007-10-23T15:31:00.000+05:30

Dude - what is all this about?

What are they up to? Are you sure of this move?? Huge cohones man. Do you happen to have three of them by any chance.

Hope I could be like you!!!!

Congrats man. But....

I know what you currently stuck in. Why not MBA then?

That thing rocks man. Do let me know if something comes up. I may like to take it. You are my new role model!!!

Ya... is that so??

Awesome stuff man.

Your father and I cannot really understand what you are talking about. If you are happy with it go take it then. All the best.

You should have tried out the other company called ........

What - a cut in pay?? MAD???

Hey, are u joining or is this like your own company???

Old Monk GOLD rocks

2007-10-23T10:46:00.000+05:30

Try out this liquor called 'Old Monk Gold'. Available in most places and much less known, Old Monk Gold cost you a mere 15 rupees more than your regular Old Monk Rum. Sleek Bottle and smooth fluid. You can have the drink like pepsi - straight from the bottle and not a flinch on your face!!! Try it out. Old Monk Gold ROCKS!!!!

The poet quits

2007-10-22T12:25:00.000+05:30

I came here dressed in white
Clean shaven; boots soot black
Marketing, Projects or R&D
Sure I was in need of "core"!!!

Bombay Madras and Bangalore
Mirchi, Ranchi and Trichy
Seen a lot, never seen all
Selling boards or trying more

2 years have gone by
I die to say "good bye"
Oldies baldies and wannabes
I cant take it anymore

Thanks for your pay
Sorry I aint gonna stay
Gotta take my own hay
Its my way or the highway

My little piece of paper!

2007-10-17T09:10:00.000+05:30

Fianlly I threw a piece of paper on the face of the dirty corporate in the 'Die Bitch Die' fashion. All the tamashas in the form of notice period, 'loyalty', 'trust' and 'dignity' reamins questioned. Had a session with the superman big boss here who tried to convince me on the bright and secure future lying in front of me, who was told very humbly and politely in bated breath to take that bright future up his rear. Superman being not so happy and excited about the whole proposition got emotional and ensured me, "I will screw you if I get a chance to. I thought of you as a good boy, but you are one sleazy crook". Why? I feel I had enough and I wish to move. What about the two years of investment the company has put on me and about my negligible returns back - I say I am sorry, but ya fuck you all. Thank you for the investment anyway. Feels like I have been starving for 21 years of my sorry life when this great hub of human upliftment (my company) spotted me hungry, thirsty, horny and naked on the street, invested some money and started asking me back for favors. All the fuck-ups, sad ass human forms of life and insults along the way been more like grooming young talent (thank you very much, sic!!).

Right now I have my daily trips to the HR department and all other B.S.D.s to 'follow up' on my little piece of paper and check out any probable plan of action. Till then I could just suck my thumb and sit on my ass in some air conditioned room (a pretty big one with some 50 odd human forms to pollute the air) where we are supposedly acting like working and bringing value to the shareholders and my career (one more 'value' word from these bad breathed rascals and I will jump out of this fourth floor window)

The turning point

2007-10-10T15:05:00.000+05:30

Very important things happening in my life and career right now. I thought it appropriate to proclaim in through my blog to all my readers here. I finally decided to quit my high paying high status job for a small, young and fun - filled company. I am too thrilled and excited about the same. Due to professional reasons, I shall not be able to publicise the name of the firm for some time - all those formalities and stuff in the industry!!!

Just for the fun of it, here's something I call "Pointing at the right direction"

2007 - where were u while we were getting high

2007-10-09T14:27:00.000+05:30

Been like a bloody long time since i touched my blog. Been too busy reading others and getting me a nice new little job. Nov 30 is my last day on my first job.

2007 been genrally good i say. The whole bloody year been a hangover to 2006. I still remember the new year when my roomie and official New year drink mate fell sick after some fish fingers at a five star in Chennai. I still remember the 10th of Jan. when I gathered my nuts and threw a resignation out of sheer adrenaline rush, the Pondy trip, the transfer to Mumbai, the travel back to clean up some shit, SAP project, truly unconventional job search, the interview, the second letter and yes a lot lot lesser hair on my head. 2007 - You been boring - But u been Good!!!

Thanks

2007-08-17T14:21:00.000+05:30

When I was home, I' ve been to college too for a couple of days. The rumours are true. The place has changed beyond recognition - buildings, grounds, kids, history and culture ("fundae"), hostels etc. etc.

The "development" and inflow of funds has not even spared the football court which is all dugged up and cemented for a new library or some stuff like that. Guys no longer hang around at the basketball court or even at the Rajpath being just for the sake of it. I know for certain that these "lazy moments" and talks have a much larger part in making me than the classes or the exams. Kids do flaunt laptops with wi-fi connection and play the latest games, but.............

What pained me the most was the MC. Believe it or not, MC is no more. It is closed down and being shifted to some concrete block called the community centre.

Unwanted and not cared for, thus lies the CREC-ian symbol.

You may either move with the times or...... CRECians better take the message and live in your memories. Nothing's more beautiful

2007-08-17T14:02:00.000+05:30

I love you! I thank you! I am proud of you!

If not for you, Alma Mater, I would have been a stranger to myself.

2007-08-17T13:56:00.000+05:30

Keeping the spirits alive with the gods of Rock and Roll!!!

2007-08-17T13:52:00.000+05:30

Now that I am older, wiser and seen the world, took a trip back to roots.

Was this what I wanted to be? Was there a higher purpose? Am I cool enough?

May be yes. Mabe no. But I don't really know!!!

Lessons from life

2007-08-14T16:11:00.000+05:30

The most imporant part of corporate life - Not learnt in school!

2007-08-14T16:09:00.000+05:30

The most important eqquipment on my desk. Called lovingly by junta as the TSM Folder (Tum Sala Maro Folder)!!!

Feels GOOODD!!! - Trying the written form of the exagerrated "good" - well!

2007-08-14T13:38:00.000+05:30

Finally it feels different in here. Light and the right showers outside. Nobody really breathing down your nerves to get something done for someone else who you don't even care much about (kya karey.. karna padtha hain... pannanum - aama avalavu tha...), good food - all food tastes good and feels good in the rainy season and yes the waist size keeps building and my formals get tighter by the day!!!

One well deserved and much needed vacation back home with a trip down to college was just heaven. I know I never felt this good after final year in college. Especially after the late night inhalation sessions and retro rock and roll music.HEAVEN!!!

2007 been good to me. I have been good in 2007. Never felt so optimistic in long time.

GOOOD! Need a smoke!

going home

2007-07-27T16:22:00.000+05:30

Yes!

Finally a halt to the road to insanity - I go home and I shall be fighting the following diseases

Kerala withdrawal symptoms
cocnut withdrawal symptoms
Clean Sea / Beach withdrawal symptoms
Less noise pollution withdrawal symptoms (Metal, Rock and Roll and all that does not qualify as nose pollution)
calicut withdrawal symptopms
Trivandrum withdrawal symptoms
Greenery withdrawal symptoms

I shall also try the following

Sleep more
Rest more
Shave less
Travel in peace
Walk slow
Eat slow
Temples (I need some spirituality badly)
Mom's scoldings ( I know I miss it. I need it. 2 weeks - Mom won't be able to stand me that long in peace. Why? Read the above)

Home - HERE I COME!!!!!

No, if I want to talk to you I ll call you. My peace is important.Plus, no orkutting, no mail checking and all that FUCK ALL SHIT

thanks and regards....

On a lighter note

2007-03-26T18:58:00.000+05:30

Stuff you could do for free -

1. Listen to Led Zep - "In the days of my youth I used to think of what it means to be a man" and ponder over the same. Evaluate how stupid you were as a kid or how fucked you are as a man.

2. Get caught in a traffic jam, flash out your huge bulky camera and start shooting at all the poor souls around you. Publish these snaps in a public forum and remind them how sad urban life can get.

3. Sit in office, accumulate all your work for a week, make a to- do list, print the same and stick it on your cubicle to repel work for a week - "I am so busy people!"

4. Get to lunch room a little early and decorate your plate in the best possible way with all the stuff that you get there and smile back at the employees behind you in that queue. Again take out that bulky camera and shoot three pics.

5. Figure out shit to put on your blog to make it look larger ;-)

Financial Year!

2007-03-20T16:51:00.001+05:30

It’s been quite some time in the web log. Been too busy with work and other stuff. Results show that I have grown wiser by a tiny margin from the last blog. Too bad I can’t really reproduce “documentary evidence in the form of a letter, mail or otherwise” to prove it.

2006 – 07 financial year - Been a year of lot of ups, downs, lefts, rights and centres. For the first time in my life, April and not Januray is being considered as the New Year and it always starts with a bang! Not the champagne flowing, weed smoking, babes dancing, pretty little pieces of paper flying around “BANG” though. It’s mostly the crazy curves, targets, growth, profit, PBIT, EBITDA, this jargon, that jargon, shouting on the phone, stinker on the mail bang. A lost of loser type pot bellied, zero sense of humor junta seem to enjoy it and celebrate the thing all around the year to eventually end their sorry lives fattening the figures in the balance sheets. Sorry to realize that self has joined this bandwagon – can’t help it. The degree needed a pay off!

Pushing the products, pulling the markets, building the margins, loading the prices, stamping the papers and signing the minutes - we saw World Cup soccer, CAT preps, CAT, CAT results, CAT aftermath, Christmas, New year and so many resignation letters go by in a whiz. Yes, I got screwed in CAT so badly too. The same will continue the next year too – Soocer becomes Cricket and hopefully CAT may not screw up – lets touch wood, cross our fingers and do all such stuff that people generally do after controversial statements.

I paid tax for the first time in my life and I am not very proud of that fact. All that “grown up stuff” like budget, growth, investment and related crap gripped my adam’s apple with a “Gorilla Fist”. I actually listen with more intentions than just academic interest when someone talks about infrastructure being the next big thing and “putting your money there”. Whatever happened to the “most important things” a couple of years ago like How Cobain shot himself, Hendrix choked himself, Mustaine split himself from Metallica and Inner meaning of the Floyd lyrics that unfurls under influence is left for the more important people – the kids. Lets mind Dad stuff now! I am so proud. I even wear a tie to meet the old losers.

“Ahem! May I come in, SIR?!!! (I wish not to. But you stand above me in the ladder)”.

“Yes, young man come in. How was your day?” (As if the old man gives a f***)

“Gentlemen, we have come up with a few strategic decisions to boost up our bottom line and streamline our processes keeping the long term interests of the company and shareholders – Where the hell are the biscuits?”

Work - life balance or something like that

2006-08-28T19:11:00.000+05:30

Six months into hardcore sales and marketing and zero "extra curricular activity" other than falling ill for a week - phew I just been through some hurricane.

For people who have no idea and just come here to "check what this dude blogs about" I tell "Fuck off!" For people who knows me and still wanna check what this guy writes about "Fuck you and offence meant!!!" Thats what life has become - from amongst the people to a complete people repeller - or as the been there done that junta likes to talk, just a phase worth looking back at now.

12 hours of work and 3 hours of CAT preparation followed by pathetic scores which questions the very presence of something upstairs is nothing less than frustrating. Accepting life as it is hurts even more. TV without cable and an overused (read abused) DVD player which plays cheap ass DVDs with fuck - all quality all around the day is the second biggest achievement of life. My collection of original Rock and Roll being the first. A proud owner of 30 something original CDs is pretty much the only materilistic pleasure I revel on. Some weird kick derived out of powerful kicks on Music Piracy's arse.

Success stories seem to be flowinmg all aorund. In fact this was around all the time - just that I never had time and patience to listen to some dude who made it to this management institute and that Consultantcy firm or about some other guy who made a 1500+ CAT score. Wonderful - Good for them. Now neck deep into the competition and the fucking neck stuck in the hole. OXYGEN!!!!!!!

In the mean while Management trainee bull in L&T followed by fatter peanuts and confirmation calls for the age old version of joy in this age old company. Finally I made it it seems - WTF???? It was bound to happen in a year anyways!!! This just means more politics and deeper into the stinky mess. Whatever happened for "I need to get out of this damn college and start working" backfires badly.

I want to roam the world and take pictures of waterfalls and Eiffel Tower. I want to chill in Alaska and taste the meat in the Savannas.... Travel - Sales and MArketing - yeah the smart ass talk people too. Finally it turned out to be the fuk all lunches in the Iron and Steel Companies and the people with sticks stuck up their asses who likes to finalise offers on Sunday afternoons that I end up with. Talk about betrayed expectations.

Frustration levels are shooting through the roof and options are narrow too. If not this hell lets try that one - that sucks!!!

One day will come when we all escape this circle - its just the wait for the big day - hope it is a short wait!!!!

Middle aged at 22

2006-06-10T15:46:00.000+05:30

11 months into the professional screw up and 11 months ago sounds more like the good old days and people less than 2 years younger to me looks like KIDS!!!

I know this piece may sound more like an office email forward, but still this stands true!!!!

South Sweet South!

2006-02-15T16:31:00.000+05:30

Of late I had gone through some amazing blogs like www.youthcurry.blogspot.com , www.sidin.blogspot.com etc. (Like what my colleague use to do, just go to one of these blogs and then explore the links given on that page). These posts I should say are just marvellous. Huge following and marvellous writting. Good to know that people do take blogging seriously unlike your truly and just write whatever dirt that comes into these badly wired brains.

Apart from that, I have shifted my base from Mumbai to Chennai in midst of a lot of "You will miss Mumbai", "You know how much that place stinks and places closes down even before its dark" to "Wow! Chennai!" and "Lucky bastard! I wish I were in your place". To people who know about me and care to visit this page, you knew it already and for others, HEY! I AM HERE IN CHENNAI. MY PHONE NUMBERS CHANGED TOO!

Come to think of it I am getting used to the way of life in this town pretty quickly. A few lessons (self learnt, of course) are worth jotted down like the following -

1. Billboards are injurious to health. For a freshie in town they are just too many in number and too big a distraction that you have to take special care or there is a huge chance of "trip and fall".

2. The meters installed in all the autorickshaws without fail is used just as a good luck charm. You remove them and freshies wont even step into these - freshies are victims of working meters.

3. Never close too close to any wall you see. Human beings and dogs answer nature calls on these, whatever the time of day and still junta fail to notice it due to the huge bill boards on top.

4. Minimum acceptable speed of any vehicle is 2 km/hr more than the ones around you.

5. If you can't satisfy your hunger on any kind of idli or dosa - you be dead!

6. Spencer Plaza is the centre of the universe and everything else revolves around it.

Freshie in Chennai: Man, where did you tell your house was?

His native friend: Mylapore man.

F: How do I reach there??

H: Come to Spencer and then take a right go straight, take a left dont take the U. Cross the fly over. Turn around three times. Scratch your head and then take an auto. It will cost you around 40 bucks. (Freshie knows he is not going to be in the near vicinity even if he shells out 75 bucks in the auto).

F: Ya, and what about Marina beach?

H: Just go to Spencers and then ......... (Bastard Auto driver has his wicked laugh. Mu ha ha ha ha. Laugh till you puke your lungs out on your petrol tank, autowalle)

More on the city and life soon. Keep waiting, thinking the next post is on the way

Explorations

2005-11-14T14:27:00.000+05:30

Venue : Office
Process : click click for a default MS-EXCEL.
Mood : Fuck No.. No.. No.. No...
Time : 5 hours to 7:30PM

Caught in between storms of client and vendor with the most wanted people not available on phone and not willing to share their cell nos. Life is just a bit of "Ya what next".

"Moral Science is bull" - said Ayn Rand and so said my seniors when all respect was given to people on phone. Now I know how the corporates can dress up like proper gentlemen and talk like the footpath ka aulad, yet claim all the bhav and awe from rest of the world. "Grow up" - shouted my teachers and friends in school. "Grow up" shouted the whole bloody junta in college. "Grow up" - I shouted at my reflection on the silver coating. The concepts of full sleve wearing, decently talking, clean shaven, no funky hairstyle trying "GROWN UP" man sounds like a bunch of 10 violins each playing what he feels like sitting side by side -Yes! Like a hit bollywood number from the early 90's - SIC!!! But tell me what is a grown man? Some buy who converted it into the best B-school in the country and doing a sexy job in south Bombay with a flat in cuff Parade or the fundoo software expert for whom Brigade Road offers nothing more than just things, if u know what i mean - the power to buy! the materialistic giant! The master buyer! The Week Cover page poser waiting for the camera from TIME!!!

Well life has changed so much that we have started complaining about time like ordinary human beings and even complain about traffic jams juat like the age old species of ordinary human beings. We started taking whatever comes on Tv like ordinary human beings and talk about the female XYZ about whom everyone was talking about - just because she showed her bare spinal chord - yeah! big deal. I forgot how many bare mammary glands i have seen before you weird ordinary humna being! Wait a minute - am i becoming an ordinary human being - the biggest nightmare i faced before I stepped into the "real grown up" world. Despearte to do anything and everything just to save yourself from being branded "Ordinary human being"!!!!

Can't just help it! It's still the same! I hate to say it, but Matchsticks are tough to light when wet!

KSP

Corporate!!!????

2005-10-19T16:51:00.000+05:30

Once upon a time when the brain was high and the spirits were flowing, there walked a soul clad in t-shirts and cargos, unshaved and unkept talking loud and singing out mad, yet happy to be alive - ya that was me! ME! i mean ME! Looks like the feeling of self importance is something that holds no meaning at all in the corporate world. Sitting on your arse and listening to the words of some guy who meant shit to you 3 months back, yet dressed like daddy seemed to be THE thing that I needed to do for the past four years, when desperation levels for placement was sky high. Yes! I am in this really respected company with much respected people doing a very very respectable job which has a lot of commecton(?) to what I did for four years. Words like "Capacitance", "Efficiency", "Power Plant", "Layout diagrams" and this and that have become words of day to day lingo, and my parents are damn proud of me for what I have done! BUT.... WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING HERE??? Marketing was the sexiest thing i could do - I THOUGHT! I can talk like a dog and act according to the situation. Afterall POTPOURRI in college was a prelude to the life ahead - I thought!!!! Here I need to listen to "Pillai, why dont you just talk man! What's wrong with you?"... "What? You can't even talk English?"... "Come on. Thats what i told you? Now what are you gazing at?"

People!!! Enjoy while you can. So you will miss that part dearly when you really need to go home and stretch, but gotta wait for a reply for my enquiry for "Room Layout diagram of Raipur Substation of Chattisgarh State Elec. Board" and "check for discrepancies.." YES! PILLAI IS CONFUSED AND PILLAI DOESN'T GIVE HIS DOG POO STUFFED SHOES SOLE IF THE DRAWING IS WRONG. ANd if it is... PILLAI'S SWEET ASS IS FOR FRYING!!!!

Pray for PILLAI.. ya that is me itself.. Kiran KSP... all the same... PILLAI!!! PILLAI IS AN ARSEHOLE... HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW THE BUSDUCT WORKS!!!!!

Pillai (formerly KSP - the happy kuspy)

'Sound of Silence' in Trichy

2005-07-05T12:10:00.000+05:30

This is a report on a very interesting person we came across on FESTEMBER 2004. This chap who calls himself Vivian was in fact one of the most colourful characters in the whole of Trichy during those two days. Tall, slim, funky clothing, long (not the ‘hair’ metal long) hair and an acoustic guitar on him wherever he goes.

Vivian stayed next to our room and just suddenly barged into the room “thinking he heard some voices”. Also he was the one and the only person who came to Trichy from his college somewhere in Nagercoil (South Tamil Nadu – near Kanyakumari). The moment he entered the room, we recognized him as the chap who came after ‘Metal throat’ (the western) asking for a solo and made a complete massacre of ‘Sound of Silence’ by Simon and Garfunkel. Still he asked for an audience and we were just more than happy to encourage some talent as one can say. The confidence (read balls) on this man – amazing! He shivers like a pig when he holds a guitar and I swear I could play better than him, but not on a stage. I am not shy, but I admit that my balls are not made of alloys. But hey, we did clap after his painful ‘sound of silence’ and told him ‘You know, you could work on your guitar and the singing and I don’t really understand what these music club speaks at times’ which in short means “You sad ass fucker should take you ass back to where you belong yet those balls are strong!!!”

The next day began with the acoustic music competition. Vivian was back with his guitar and I swear the whole place identified him. Come on – those balls can make a star of anyone at all. Music and more music got over and look here comes one solo performer. I don’t really remember Vivian’s last name, but a Goan touch to it could never be ignored. So the guitar goes perfect. The crowds yet won’t be as encouraging as a small group of people be. And Vivian again goes to stage only to be booed off like anything. People standing right in front and flashing their longest fingers with girls giggling all around at this thamasha is not something I would like to see – you don’t really need to be a musician to understand this!

I swear I forgot all about Vivian and his (mis)adventures long ago. But Simon & Garfunkel on Win amp suddenly took me on a memory trip to beautiful Trichy and crazy Vivian!!!

Image Results (i am flattered or am i)

2005-07-04T13:55:00.000+05:30

Look at what an image search of KSP yielded on google.... (vedi alla.. oru full thookku.... Maaoone zimbly zuperb!!!) Talk about "GUN" teams!!! "Edo nambiareey..... Kurey undu pidakkunnethu.... ee aradi randichil oru SAVARI GIRI GIRI nadathum ... Mu ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!"

'Ah Dishku Dishku ! ! !'

those stinky days

2005-06-30T10:35:00.000+05:30

The green eyes, the scratch marks on my windows and the suppressed purrs were turning out to be more frequent than before. Plus the stink was becoming unbearable too. It’s the time when money is low and you feel ultra lazy to walk all the way to the laundry. But this time – I know its time to pack up and say good bye in a month and laundry can wait till its time to leave. But no, my room stinks like a pig. Even the long hisses of the room freshener and deo doesn’t seem to help.

Some chap even commented that it smells like a bloody maternity ward – now, how did he know how that smells...... and the stupid cat seemed to be liking my room like anything. The whole scene looked so peculiar. Time to smoke the last ciggie and crash. Just give myself some time to get used to the smell and it won’t be that bad anyway. The last minute cramming up of Power Systems and Industrial Drives was weighing down on me too.

The first thing I did the next morning was to take the big huge laundry bag and dump it on Bennyettan’s head (that what I used to call the ‘Power Laundry’ man. Lazy NITCians took the ‘Poor Laundry’ to great heights. New look, radio and the bike were testimonials to the great laundry). Still the stink – ugh! “Courage man” I told myself. No, I don’t want to clean the room. Too much time and I love the dust. It’s a part of village life. Search for animal excreta – I know, disgusting. That calls for moving my big huge box, airbags, books and what not. The stupid cat keeps circling around the room even now. If only I could get my hands on it and choke out the air out of its lungs. But damn, it’s a huge cat.

Two to three days passed through in these conditions. Even the toilets smell better than my room. What a punishment! My room is clean like its never been cleaner. I don’t know why I left my shoe box untouched. After the interview I guess I never bothered to touch that pair . “Ha, that interview” and one kick to the shoe box – something ugly just jumped off and made a dash to the damn windows again – that’s the fucking cat again. My hatred towards the disgusting species reached an all time high.

One look into the shoe box and WHAT THE – four little kittens in my room – no wonder the room smelled like a maternity ward. The cat was still giving those looks. Like what Eddie Murphy said in his stand up – “when something is wrong, why don’t the white people just get out of the damned building.” Being a pussy in front of these pussies is better than facing the over protecting mom of four!!! No time to risk anything. General funda of F hostel – every year at least one room needs to go through the whole trauma – but why me? ME? ME? ME? Still, much better than having the kitten on my clothes or books like what others had gone through.

“Hey KSP, where are the sweets, dude??”

“Congrats man! You are the first one!!!”

“BillyC**d”

“Banda baap bangaya”

Comments were too many. Never kept my longest finger folded for two weeks I swear.

Even erased “UKJ : Cats in the cradle” from my favorites list!!!

2005-06-29T12:20:00.000+05:30

Too bad that the chicken cannot really 'Fly Over' that damn road like the friendly neighbourhood crow... yes the kaka. Now we understand the big huge relationship between chicken and civil engineers. Both are bloody worried about the road and dreams about 'fly overs'!!!!

Desperation

2005-06-25T17:37:00.000+05:30

This is an effort to list out some of the most desperate encounters of a modern student. I know there is a pessimist feeling to it, still......

99.99 rupees in the bank account and next to the ATM
"I saved on my prepaid account. But the validity period got over just now. Got an urgent call to make".
Shouted "Fuck" and turned back to look at the H.O.D. right in the eye.
The last one cig. in the packet stolen but the wallet and mobile untouched.
The last one cig, mobile and wallet all stolen!!!
Sitting next to the bugger junior in the examination. Asshole cribs about not shaking the desk and smells like a pig and still ask you about the fixed bias settings of some goddamn transistor, while the fundoo maharaj gets to share the seat with the bombshell junior.
"Surprise Visit" by your parents the morning next to the mighty D.P. in your room and they call you just 10 minutes before hitting the room.
Walk all the way to the AB 2 minutes before the lunch break on saturday just to discover that you left your ID in the room and the 'chechi' in the AB acting like she got 7 sticks stuck up her.

If you can think of something more to add to this list do let me know. No regrets for the pessimist mind though

Is there a difference

2005-06-23T13:27:00.000+05:30

Deep into vacations. To be exact I dont know. Must be over 50 days since I ve been sitting at home recieving messages of the like ... "Enjoy vacations" and "whats up!". Replies would be precdictable too... "Well nothing man.. Sitting at home!"

For sure this is going to continue for nearly 40 more days - a thought depressing in a way and refreshing in another. As if people are not tired of the two sides of a coin funda. Like it or not, you have to use it (for the want of another)! Come to think of it, life is not so different from college here. My S8 days were equally jobless, except that there were no parents breathing down your beck complaining about your "lack of concern" or laziness or any such sort of a thing.

Just for kicks, it would be fun to list out a schedule in college....

Wake up at 8 - Complain its only 8 and you can still make it for first hour - sleep till 8:30 again and say, "Damn I miss the first hour (but I am happy not to see that class at 8)" - Light a fag. Go outside the room and share the fag (Or just go outside, wake up some bugger and ask for fag) - Listen to this guy who is "trying to quit smoking" - Take the brush and tooth paste (I happened to be the prodigal son, who keeps buying tooth paste and share it with the wing) - look at the time again which always reads 8:45 - Wait till its 9 and time for the second hour - Bid farewell to some studious soul running for class and wave at all the rest (because they dont smoke or else he would have joined the club and shared the goddam wills) - shave... I value my goatee which thickens by the day - shower ( i always take a bath before class. If i am lazy I just dont attend the fucking class stinking) - Time would be around 9:30 and there comes my lazy classmates with the brush, soap, buckets, towel... poor souls dont have their room next to the toilet and the human smell ( I know, but got used to it) - AT 10 its dressed again and off to class - caffeine a must). So its two hours in class wondering why the guy sitting in the front bench cares to write too much or admire the agility of that crow which keeps swooping down outside the class.... sometimes its some other bird - I dont which (Goddammit i am doing engineering). Of late the construction work is going full swing too - the teachers dont give a damn in exchange for respect (read some notebook and a pen - may or may not write - if it writes, good for some poetry) - lunch - few more fags - tea - yet more smoke - dinner - music, music, music, watch some ass play Q3 (my 128 MB ram cant play quake), movie, sleep at 1 PM or 2.... Drink or a J would be good.......... and the routine continues till it was time to pack up and leave... memories , sweet and sour!!!

NOW - I gotta wake at 8, see my parents off -lock the door - sleep again till 9 - brush by 9:30 - go to the next shop, get fag (yes I smoke at home and buy the fag from the store next door. If the bastard complains, then I am not gonna buy fag from there again. So he wont!) - Smoke a fag and do what smoking goes best with - guess if u can, else it doesn't matter to you... just keep reading - breakfast at 10 (or whenever I care) - spend time till lunch somehow - lunch - more smoke (yet always at a risk of getting caught... wills always come with the smell) - read the novel (a new thing - never used to read... but now finishes off a 150 pages a day! A miracle by my standards and yes the good old winamp always handy except for the fucking comp crashig every now and then - sleep - mom coming and cofee - more reading - dinner - more words and sleep.... the routine continues..... No memories... Sweet laziness and sore boredom!!!! Life goes the same way - no hazzles!!! Airtel messages me twenty times a day too.... ASSHOLE of some guy who keeps tempting me with ringtones and hello tunes as of somebody cares. Maybe the guy in charge jobless too... Sympathies

For the last one year I dont think there's been any meaning to this life burdening the earth. No wonder I kept getting myself "lighter" in college. I was serving mother earth - pagan feelings.

Comments anyone???

IS this nirvana????

2005-06-17T13:09:00.000+05:30

May first on its been a free life. No worries at all for 3 months from then on i thought. No need to wake up for classes, no worries about money to be saved till the next DD, no worries about examinations of any kind, no worries at all related to sessionals, projects, seminars or any kind of bull shit. Now thats what I learnt NIRVANA was as a kid - freedom from all bondages of all kinds of this world. Trust me - I hated this for nearly a month and a half, but now - it doesn't feel that bad! Half the people who read this is bound to get pissed and the other half, I am sure travel the same boat!!!

Come to think of it, such a life (retired before employment - if u know what i mean) helps to explore various facets of ones's life too. I never followed any sport in college, yet was following Pakistan - WI cricket series supprting none yet enjoying some!!! Big deal it seems at times too. New meanings for college crops up too. It is mindblowing to see how your batchmates change as if to "face the real world" and the juniors live like there is no tomorrow - using and abusing to glory!!!

thoughts at the stroke of 12:34 relating ORKUT and like!!

2005-05-25T01:16:00.000+05:30

Was just thinking how the net usage graduated from the mere email business to orkut... I am not talking bout the hardcore curious souls who can stay alive on Google and search for answers to their questions of whatever.... i mean its not very surprising to see people type "Why am I alive" on Google.com. Come to think about even I have wrote realted shit on google......... Imagine the bloody life without Google - its like "Underwear without Elastic" (one of our old school days usages).

I got this habit of losing myself in thoughts... wanted to scribble on orkuting and hi5-ing and see we are talking bout good old Google. Screwed up brains and lungs - its been like no tabacco for long. I had to force three cigerretes down today. Recovering the lost art of smoking. I say there is nothing like an after exam smoke.... maybe even start a group in orkut saying "After Exam Smoke".... he he. No matter what the label is (I mean IIT NIT BITS or some goddam college in interior Uthar Pradesh) every single person is bound to join the group, or will they???? I mean the orkut bug is in the air.

Funniest thing about orkut is the scrapbook and the profile and the community listing... damn the whole fucking thing is so interesting. I am so overwhelmed by the books people have read... its like "all of" every single mothered author on earth i have read!!! God only save their brains for taking so much bull from all these people.... i have even seen "No pulp fiction!" - daring remark for all the novel buffs. Thank God orkut was not made long long ago or all the "readers" would have been glued to this site and instead of the "books" section.... they might have something called "blogs"!!!! Cheers to all the bloggers!

Talk about communities and man I dont know why people even care to join them.... no messages... just looking at people with similar interests. I myself never messages the communities. But its amusing to see "that particular chap here.... hmmmm.... he is that kind???" Some beauty with features also feature in certain communities. Click for profile and comes - your name>some chap>his friend>some horny bitch>her lesbian friend......... Funny how this site can associate you with all the people in the world. I really was not able to visualise the 'ever shrinking world' when my Social Studies teacher told me stufff like that in 5th and 6th standards and even after that.

Favorite Music is one another column worth watching. Everybody is ROCKING hard..... Even people who tells you to lower the freaking volume and the ones who search for lyrics in an instrumental goes mental on rock.... thats intersting to see. And i never knew FRIENDS was so damn popular. Some one did comment.... I am an NITian.. so its a crime not to mention friends.... he he

Well all these one brings on yourself. Scraps and Testimonials to tell others how popular you are... plus there are the fans, smiley, ice cube and heart for "ego boost" as one orkuter who got loads of these things say! Scraps are funny to read too.... A hi from hot news to "secrets" - believe it or not..... there are secret scraps too..... Deniable... well i dont think so. Very encouraging to see people put their own photos in orkut profiles but.... Remember the days when all guys inYahoo messenger profiles looked like Shah Rukh, Aamir or Brad Pitt and the females went for Ash, Rani and Aniston....

Lets see whats in store with Orkut, hi5, communities and the net fav word "profile" lead us to... wait is short i say... Damn short - something new crops up everyday... maybe a community for "After Exam Faggers".... what about "After Sex Smoke".... maybe later - exam compared with sex is just another bachelors' degree completion "blues"

KSP

DK stuff......

2005-05-23T13:13:00.000+05:30

Just took a trip to bangalore to bow to the God of Guitars... H.H. Joe Satriani! It so happened that we met some of the FCLAN chaps there working hard and thats no shit too. That we had Juboo one die hard FCLAN fan is just another face of the story. Alcohol is magic... i mean never saw anything which removes inhibitions like this mothered substance. Intoxication led us... i mean myself and juboo talk to Gins about shit people do in college and people in general. None of us really interested also. Plus considering the fact that I was talking to this character for the first time in my life, it was hell of a job weighing my words... phew.

This and that.... the converstaion swayed from Bacardi to Mannassery to Aerosmith (Yuck) to Kiss(Who gives a fuck) to DK(yeah!!!). DK - weirdo and old failthful. Two years out of college and still mega senti over what people do in their youth ( i mean to say college). Heights of senti led to talks like "Write FCLAN on a peice - man i just forgot how to spell that word - of paper and tear it off. DK will Kill himself!!!" I mean it is far better than exhibiting zero emotions on leaving college.

Well did someone say "Respect the extremes"...... Home alone and I guess its just me who shouts!!!

summer blues......

2005-05-22T14:58:00.000+05:30

Ever listened to Dennis Leary....... when he speaks (or sings.. whatever it is) about the people who walk around in the summer complaining about the heat. Well i would say its just what i am doing right now. This summer been so harsh on all of us .. well me atleast...that i am waiting for the next (well the only other) season of Kerala.... the MONSOON rains........ Atleast for a person who never bothered to get out much... rains certainly wont cause much of a problem!

Intro

2005-05-21T09:31:00.000+05:30

Ever heard of castle full of rascals.... I think the world can be called just the same! I guess then myself could be called just another rascal on the block. But hey who likes to meet rascals face to face. So the use of computers and internet. Do visit for more ZTUFF! And hey NITians rocks!