11:28 PM: Reading macro-economics, listening to the sound of pure rain. Just finished washing
a ton of clothes, hopefully the final ones before leave Bangalore. Am happy that Anna
Hazare managed to get so many followers and the sight of streets filled with people gives
a sense of something happening in the country. Was listening to old songs classy songs
like Baje Sargam, Mile Sur Mera Tumhara. Felt good. Just realized that there is only half
hour more for my birthday. This year of mine has moved really fast. I shall always
remember how this went by. I have composed some good music of late. It is very
relaxing to hear. I am done writing for now. Vande Mataram!
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Thursday, September 20, 2007
We dont need NO EDUCATION!
U must not do engineering if.....
-If u suffer from "sue the mumbai university " syndrome.
-If u hv suicidal tendencies.
-If u donot follow the 26 regional languages used by profs.
-If u cant celebrate a Year Drop.(even if u scored a 98 PCM!)
-If u cant wait up on ur viva examiner longer than ur bf/gf.
-If ur parents convince u that a BE degree wil make u rich n secure.
-If u dont hv a store house of coffee to keep u awake for 4 yrs.
-If u arnt game to sacrifice daddy's salary on xerox shops.
-If being on the defaulter's list doesnt fill ur heart wit immense pride.
-If u get intimidated by books weighing more than u.
-If mugging afro/latin/greek symbols isnt ur definition of knowledge.
-If u cant write piles of journals/assignments only to improve ur handwriting.
-If after all the effort for the above, they still flunk u in ur internals,"just for kicks".
-If self pity is ur most prevalent trait.
-If the only piece of techonology that inspires u is Bluetooth.
-If u cant answer: WHY ME? ,every day of ur engineering life.
-If hardwork n consistency mean more to u than luck n prayer.
-If u loathe studying when the country;s colleges are on vacation( read May/December).
-If u hv accepted the fact that ur gona end up as a house wife/work at a call center.
-If u cant master 6 new subjects in 2 weeks of prep leave for each of 8 sems.
-If u are a devoted party animal.
-If u cant make robots move even after working 25/7 on them.
-If u are good at something else.....anything else!
-IF?????U MUST NOT DO ENGINEERING.PERIOD.
-If u suffer from "sue the mumbai university " syndrome.
-If u hv suicidal tendencies.
-If u donot follow the 26 regional languages used by profs.
-If u cant celebrate a Year Drop.(even if u scored a 98 PCM!)
-If u cant wait up on ur viva examiner longer than ur bf/gf.
-If ur parents convince u that a BE degree wil make u rich n secure.
-If u dont hv a store house of coffee to keep u awake for 4 yrs.
-If u arnt game to sacrifice daddy's salary on xerox shops.
-If being on the defaulter's list doesnt fill ur heart wit immense pride.
-If u get intimidated by books weighing more than u.
-If mugging afro/latin/greek symbols isnt ur definition of knowledge.
-If u cant write piles of journals/assignments only to improve ur handwriting.
-If after all the effort for the above, they still flunk u in ur internals,"just for kicks".
-If self pity is ur most prevalent trait.
-If the only piece of techonology that inspires u is Bluetooth.
-If u cant answer: WHY ME? ,every day of ur engineering life.
-If hardwork n consistency mean more to u than luck n prayer.
-If u loathe studying when the country;s colleges are on vacation( read May/December).
-If u hv accepted the fact that ur gona end up as a house wife/work at a call center.
-If u cant master 6 new subjects in 2 weeks of prep leave for each of 8 sems.
-If u are a devoted party animal.
-If u cant make robots move even after working 25/7 on them.
-If u are good at something else.....anything else!
-IF?????U MUST NOT DO ENGINEERING.PERIOD.
EXPERIMENT : ST BUS RIDE
AIM: To use ST bus and reach LP,Nerul bus stop at the earliest.
APPARATUS: ur stupid self, a dilapidated ST bus.. (ha! if u find a non dilapidated one, i owe u a treat.)
PROCEDURE: 1. Wait at busstop n let 5 overflowing ST buses go by.
2. Lose hope,climb the 6th which is as full if not fuller.Enter the world of stinky
men/non men.
3. Stand like ur a wax model at Madam Tussads'.Try breathing.Buy ticket by
passing ur money to conductor thru 13 humans
infront/beside/behind/above/below/on u.
4. Enjoy the massage, let the sound of nuts n bolts n blowhorns rape ur ear
drums,allow creatures to squash each of ur 10 toes.Try breathing.
5. Incase the bus reaches and thereafter stops wherever u wanna get off,n
incase ur at 2cm distance from the door(the handle of which opens upwards
mind u!huh),get off.Breathe.
THEORY:ST buses can be divided broadly into dadar ones(ugly) n thane ones(uglier).thou
similar on the whole in terms of filth,overcrowdedness,fetor....the thane one's rattle a bit more n comprise of mainly the lower strata of indian civilization while the dadar one is for the elite..both leave u stewed nonetheless.Now, having experienced both kinds extensively,lemme share few happenings..I have had fisherwoman drop fish water all around me..even pple who relish fish can puke when subjected to such aroma therapy,,,n me veggie also!!Ok ,u want worse? How about armpits of millworkers who cant even spell 'AXE' leave alone use it!..Once there were these 60 something men holding on to many many cans of kerosene..(well it was one of those lucky days when i managed to rest my ass on 3x3 sq.inch green sweaty seat)..and as per routine the bus jerked and lo behold..no points for guessing...the kerosene was all over my corduroy..the women had only blank stares to offer for such courtesy.Yeah! and i hv babysitted too...gawd!someone educate these pple abt contraceptives! Women tag along wit more kiddos (they come in all sizes) than fingers in their hand.and the baby on my lap made sure it strangled me wit the many chains i adorned..smartass!I hv had the privilege to sit in the cockpit,i.e the noisiest, sootiest area in the bus.By the end of it i was a deaf african.Haan , and more often than not, u can see the bumpy roads ur travelling on cos the bus ought to hv holes in its base,(lets say for ventilation),to live up to its name.All said n done, kudos to these ST drivers,,,valor they possess i tell u,,,they are like men walking into a battlefield..gosh they wont stop even to mend a puncture! they'll drag their red n yellow injured pony n even whip it if need be !Whatever the holy mess,be it a bandh, a dirty accident, floods...Mr.ST bus wil wade thru wit unabated enthusiasm..(see i hv resorted to giving it human status also.so much for slick n cheap transportation.)
CONCLUSION: To have experiences to die for...or actually die....use ST my dears..if not anything else..atleast it wil give u a reality check.(reach ur destination u will ..without doubt..but wit a twist..watever kind ..hehawhaw
APPARATUS: ur stupid self, a dilapidated ST bus.. (ha! if u find a non dilapidated one, i owe u a treat.)
PROCEDURE: 1. Wait at busstop n let 5 overflowing ST buses go by.
2. Lose hope,climb the 6th which is as full if not fuller.Enter the world of stinky
men/non men.
3. Stand like ur a wax model at Madam Tussads'.Try breathing.Buy ticket by
passing ur money to conductor thru 13 humans
infront/beside/behind/above/below/on u.
4. Enjoy the massage, let the sound of nuts n bolts n blowhorns rape ur ear
drums,allow creatures to squash each of ur 10 toes.Try breathing.
5. Incase the bus reaches and thereafter stops wherever u wanna get off,n
incase ur at 2cm distance from the door(the handle of which opens upwards
mind u!huh),get off.Breathe.
THEORY:ST buses can be divided broadly into dadar ones(ugly) n thane ones(uglier).thou
similar on the whole in terms of filth,overcrowdedness,fetor....the thane one's rattle a bit more n comprise of mainly the lower strata of indian civilization while the dadar one is for the elite..both leave u stewed nonetheless.Now, having experienced both kinds extensively,lemme share few happenings..I have had fisherwoman drop fish water all around me..even pple who relish fish can puke when subjected to such aroma therapy,,,n me veggie also!!Ok ,u want worse? How about armpits of millworkers who cant even spell 'AXE' leave alone use it!..Once there were these 60 something men holding on to many many cans of kerosene..(well it was one of those lucky days when i managed to rest my ass on 3x3 sq.inch green sweaty seat)..and as per routine the bus jerked and lo behold..no points for guessing...the kerosene was all over my corduroy..the women had only blank stares to offer for such courtesy.Yeah! and i hv babysitted too...gawd!someone educate these pple abt contraceptives! Women tag along wit more kiddos (they come in all sizes) than fingers in their hand.and the baby on my lap made sure it strangled me wit the many chains i adorned..smartass!I hv had the privilege to sit in the cockpit,i.e the noisiest, sootiest area in the bus.By the end of it i was a deaf african.Haan , and more often than not, u can see the bumpy roads ur travelling on cos the bus ought to hv holes in its base,(lets say for ventilation),to live up to its name.All said n done, kudos to these ST drivers,,,valor they possess i tell u,,,they are like men walking into a battlefield..gosh they wont stop even to mend a puncture! they'll drag their red n yellow injured pony n even whip it if need be !Whatever the holy mess,be it a bandh, a dirty accident, floods...Mr.ST bus wil wade thru wit unabated enthusiasm..(see i hv resorted to giving it human status also.so much for slick n cheap transportation.)
CONCLUSION: To have experiences to die for...or actually die....use ST my dears..if not anything else..atleast it wil give u a reality check.(reach ur destination u will ..without doubt..but wit a twist..watever kind ..hehawhaw
Not mere rhetorics
Why does one have to study something one hates?Why are sexy clothes expensive?Why am i broke when i see sexy clothes?When will my fickle mind stop being fickle?Why dont parents give money for tattooes?Why do i hate people who love me and love those who give a shit?Why does mumbai hv the richest of rich and the poorest of poor, both blissful in their own worlds?And now that i agree they do, why does it hv to linger in my brain?How can people molest women, plant bombs in trains, spit paan on road?Why are eunuchs so scary?Why are most of them tamilians?Why is my silence mistaken for anger?When last did anyone enjoy engineering?Do we choose our parents?Does a parallel universe exist?How cool is heaven and how scary is hell?Will i ever become rich and not be feverish for more?Why is dope so inviting?Why is it that most nutritious vegetables are yuk to taste?How come i doubt the spelling of nutritious out of all spellings?Why are people so gung ho abt US of A?Is rebirth n past life for real?Why does one hv to get up in the morning?Why dont youngsters play in the evenings?Why is it uncool to meditate?What makes kyon ki saas bhi such a hit?Why dont men hv to wax their armpits?Why dont men hv to wax?When wil my height increase?When wil i figure wat exactly i wana build a career in?Are granma's mythological stories true?Will my friend's blind sister ever see again?Why is sex on my mind these days?How can i not be scared abt global warming when the headlines say 2050 will be our end?When did i last jump in a puddle wit a raincoat on?Why do all babies look angelic?When wil i sign my first autograph? Why do i feel that i wont fall if i sit on a cloud?
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Party Bash
So the day which most Tmiites were waiting for finally arrived. Thelocation quite an exotic one - Garden Court, off the pune bangalore highway, - agood 3 star resort perched high on top of a small hil,l overlooking the greenrainwashed plains of pune.After an exhausting 10 days of boring induction programs, this was a refreshing change indeed!We reached the place around 5 pm, songs and laughter filled the air!Some of us were practising our skits while others simply joined in to vent theircranky vocal cords..The program started when the last of the dignitaries finally turned upat 7 30 pm. Our batch was divided into 4 groups randomly and each group hadto put up a show for 15 min.So it started.First a song, then a skit, streetplay, skit followed by a groiup song,and so it went..Everything got over by , and thats when the drinks startedto flow.Ppl who were quite happy to be prt of the audience until then, made a beeline for the drinks table and strtd gulping dwn peg after peg as ifthey had been thirsty for days.At the same time our local Dj bhai strtd playing some cool hits andeveryone joined in the party. It became quite a frenzy actually when ppl beacme cranky, violently punching the air with their fisits and legs as if toshow they were responding to the peppy numbers played by the Dj.Glasses were broken and many a drinks spilt - a total drunken orgy you could say.By 1130 it all ended...
TM in the first week
To be frank the thought of joining tata mtrs and that of having to start work went down not to well with me! It meant that all those good old college days had come to an end, no more masti, excitement, freedom of all things as one would be tied to the General Shift timetable of 830 to 5.Here is what i did in the first three days in Tata mtrs;Day zero: 1st july, 2007 630pm : I was all packed and ready to go! Having taken a Volvo Bus ride I reached this place Wakadwadi sme 20kms off pune at 930. The bus took unsually long to reach Pune as it had not stopped raining since morning or so. I took a rickshaw to Telco Colony, Pimpri whch cost me almost as much as the bus ride itself! I was allotted a separate room on request by Mr. Kadam and i moved into my room. Then I went to the other hostel where most of the new trainees had been given accommodation to meet my 5 friends who had cme from trichy in the morning. Had tayir chaadam made by amma at nightand then totally crashed.Day One: Got up at 630am. was surprisingly fresh as the Tata colony sports a 2 side tree lining road and a nice cool morning weather. Really refreshing indeed! The Apprentice mess is a block away and so is the pick up bus that would come once we all start reporting to the plant office.I had pohe and chahaa at the mess (which was strictly okay) and waited along with my other friends for the bus. We were then taken to a hotel named Kalasagar on the old Pune Mumbai National Highway. Once inside, Anubhab Goel the HR guy responsible for handling the Trainee batch showed up with his HR team. Contrary to my intuitions (built after hearing his voice and language delivery on phone) this guy was smart and indeed no chomu! The whole day then was spent filling forms regd. Provident fund, super annuation blah blah blah.. We had a decent breakfast and lunch at the hotel..For Lunch there was malai kofta, paneer butter masala, dal fry, gaajar ka halwa and vanilla ice cream for dessert.Once back from the hotel at 5, i went out rambling to check out the environs. The groceries store, medical stores, general stores are nearby 15 min walk away.Day Two: Had sheera and chahaa for brkfast and then we moved into the conference hall within the colony. Had sessions with Mr. Ghosh HR Manager and Mr. Nelson, both Tata men in the sense that both had 36 yrs of Tata life experience between them. But the best talk of all was by Mr. Khursigara, a parsee, who kept us entralled till the end with his talk on Tata Heritage - a full 3hr history session on how it all started.Day three also passed in the same way with talks and more conferences. The induction programme willl go on till the 11th of july.Now smethngon the class: The trainee batch is a good mix of students from colleges like iits, nits, vjti, mit pune, mit chennai, anna univ, punjab engg coll. Some ppl have been recruited for the small car project in singur, some have been recruited for Tata plant in Uttaranchal plant that manufactures the light commercial vehicle called Ace, some for passenger car unit in pune - sumo,indica, indigo, marina and the ilk, while me and the rest of us have been recruited for Commercial vehicles unit in pune.. so i wont be making cars! instead i will be designing tractors, mini trucks,buses, trucks, dumpers etc.. for ppl of rural india and it cudnt be more exciting!! I luv rural india after being rural myself for 4 yrs in trichy.Girls: For a change girls look like girls in pune. Believe me i was staring at every other fair skinned girl walking on the road in mumbai after the trichy chapter! 34- 28- 34 has again shown many a sighting! Its such a change after the barrel shaped non males of tamil nadu. Girls here are actually fairer than me! Isnt that wow news! There are 6-7 girls in my trainee batch. One of them is a bitch - Kavita narayanan - a tambram no surprises there.. very shrewd, cunning and selfish!3 girls are saadhu - one from vjti , one from smewhr, one from pune, .. One of them looked good enough to talk to until i found out that she was a bihari by birth from lallu's land.. not that she speaks hinglish! but atleast the bihar lineage gives me enough signs to stay away! Remember Gopal referring to hot babes from Patna! I know all their names and of a few boys as well.NIT Surathkal guys need a special mention here since thesee guys want to booze, dope, go carting, bowling, trekking, loafing, gymming,shopping at all times!I will continue writing about my experiences there..Feeling sleepy.
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