Author: beingdesh

  • Me Too…

    While writing this short writeup on Me Too Brands, I realise its already 03:52 AM.

    Me Too is sad today because,

    1) India out of T20 World Cup
    2) India out of T20 World Cup
    3) Me got pissed of in class today, my so called Intellectual Class can show all sensually charged ads, but giggles kiddishly when Freud was discussed
    4) India out of T20 World Cup
    5) Some regular no sleep syndrome after doing tonners of clerikal work
    6) Writing a writeup for another irrelevant assignment, few will read, no one ever implements anything here
    7) India out of T20 World Cup
    8) India out of T20 World Cup
    9) We couldn’t work properly on another bplan contest, again!!! ЁЯШж
    10) Haven’t met one of my friend for ages, the dinner got canceled, and now she is nowhere to be found!!! btw she is in this college too :((
    11) India out of T20 World Cup
    12) India out of T20 World Cup
    13) Memory getting worse
    14) India out of T20 World Cup
    15) India out of T20 World Cup

    Last time when we lost in 2007, it was sought of ajeeb types bad…

    Me Too was sad today, as many others, I just hope I get some sleep tomorrow in class, and then Me Too can dream of the next world cup…

  • Speaking as someone else…

    Every new stage in the life introduces you to lot of new things. This one has brought an environment cultural shifts, a maturity level in establishing relationships, mood swings arising from a hectic schedule. And as everything else in this program, it fails to be consistent.

    People swing from extreme forms of conservatism to the radical, and hardly any stand is conservative. Stupid-Dumb to the extremely intelligent, laziness to diligence, I fail to understand most of it.

    And people it, from giggling on everything “Sensual” shown in class, to justifying the rationale behind “sex sells”, I hardly find a strand of conviction. One second they are the all progressive kinds, hailing from metros, the other they cant digest petty things here, leave alone someone’s freedom of expression.

    I still am caught in the small town idiosyncrasies of conservatism and rigid thinking, but I think its sometime better than switching so much….

    And Respect, well I have my biases, which everyone has, but atleast something is left.

  • Influencing People and all the other things…

    It can be an extremely simple act, you want people to do what you want, to induce yourself in them. All of you which is Good, Bad or Ugly tries to penetrate them. We need a mirror everywhere, we want to see self in everyone.

    And the preys, well they are freely available, vulnerable souls waiting for someone to take control.

    I sometimes wish I could be a prey, but I am not at all that types, I sometimes tend to be blatantly expectant and try to be the hunter.

    Leave me though, I am not relevant. I see the few influenced ones around me, and just wish that they were better off. Changing patterns in their life keeps them away from normal, way away.

    Let things be simple and normal. Again.

    Simplicity would be the way to happiness, maybe not eternal bliss, but just to keep things normal.

  • Ghajini-isation of my once famous memory

    It pays to do an MBA, but we part with things to do it too. Money, Sleep and now memory top the list of my key take-aways from this course.

    Once called DesiPedia I still am doing well with my strategic memory (so called long term memory, the junk facts and figures, although doing bad with names), but I tend to forget small regular items ( read tactical memory loss).

    My story might be similar to a not upgraded computer which boasted of a 20GB hard disk 4 years back (or that of Chacha Chaudhary: His brain used to work faster than a computer, but those were the days of the great 386, and maybe thats why this generation of Kids moved away from him).

    My memory tools: a small spiral pad which helps me remember tasks and followup with them. Most of the people who tend to be busy around me are found with that item nowadays. And it helps.

    I know it can get worse than this, but still I will never ever go for tattoos ЁЯЩВ or that haircut.

    Strangely all this happened without Asin in my life ;), wonder if it would have made things much worse or better?

    My playlist plays Guzarish from Ghajini ЁЯША

  • Short and Sweet Holi :)

    10-11:15 Am on 11th Mar’09

    Shortest Holi ever for me, it started and ended pretty soon. But we won.

    We won over the Kala Bandar of exams, quizzes, tension of assignments of the two end terms tomorrow.

    But still Kala Bandar managed to win over a few… ЁЯШж

    Still BH and GH celebrated a quick, nice, rangeen, kichad bhari Holi. As always we have had maximum fun when the batch has been together.

    Last year was a classic Holi, rooftop in Bangalore, sipping Kailasa made Thandai, Mithai and then drinking beer basking in sunlight, ekdum Shawshank Redemption ishtyle ЁЯЩВ

    Wishing a Happy Holi to everyone visiting the Blog.

  • рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рдФрд░ рд╣рдорд╛рд░рд╛ рдмрдЪрдкрди

    рд▓реБрдИрд╕ рдХреИрд░реЛрд▓ рдХреА рдПрд▓рд┐рд╕ рдХреЛ рдХрд▓реНрдкрдирд╛ рдХреЗ рдЙрд╕ рдЕрджреНрднреБрдд рд╕рдВрд╕рд╛рд░ рдореЗрдВ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЦрд░рдЧреЛрд╢ рдорд╣рд╛рд╢рдп рдХреЗ рдШрд░ рдХрд╛ рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддрд╛ рдирд╛рдкрдирд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рдерд╛ рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдореБрдЭреЗ (рдпрд╛рдиреЗ рдЬрдм рдореЗрдВ рдмрдЪреНрдЪрд╛ рдерд╛) рдпрд╛ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рдХрдИ рднрд╛рд░рддреАрдп рдмрдЪреНрдЪреЛ рдХреЛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдШрд░ рдХреЗ рдХреБрдЫ рдЖрдзреЗ рдХрд┐рд▓реЛ рдореАрдЯрд░ рдХреА рдкрд░рд┐рдзрд┐ рдореЗрдВ рдХреЛрдИ рд╕реЛрдиреВ рдпрд╛ рдордиреЛрдЬ рд▓рд╛рдЗрдмреНрд░реЗрд░реА рдвреВрдВрдврдиреА рд╣реЛрддреА рдереА | рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рдж рддреЛ рдмрд╕ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдХрд▓реНрдкрдирд╛ рдХреЗ рд╕рдВрд╕рд╛рд░ рдореЗрдВ рдбреВрдм рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рд╣рдо рдЖрдЬрд╛рдж рд╣реЛрддреЗ рдереЗ |

    рдирд╛рдЧрд░рд╛рдЬ, рдзреНрд░реБрд╡, рдкрд░рдорд╛рдгреБ, рднреЛрдХрд╛рд▓, рддреМрд╕реА, рд╣рд╡рд╛рд▓рджрд╛рд░ рдмрд╣рд╛рджреБрд░, рдмрд╛рдВрдХреЗрд▓рд╛рд▓, рдЪрд╛рдЪрд╛ рдЪреМрдзрд░реА, рдмрд┐рд▓реНрд▓реВ, рдкрд┐рдВрдХреА, рд╕рд╛рдмреВ рдФрд░ рдирд╛ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рдХрд┐рддрдиреЗ рд╣реА рдХрд┐рд░рджрд╛рд░ рдЬреАрд╡рди рдХрд╛ рдПрдХ рд╣рд┐рд╕реНрд╕рд╛ рдмрди рдЧрдП рдереЗ | рдЕрдм рдЬрдм рдореЗрдВ рдкреАрдЫреЗ рдореВрдб рдХрд░ рджреЗрдЦрддрд╛ рд╣реВрдБ рддреЛ рдпрд╣ рд╕реЛрдЪ рдХрд░ рдЦрд╝реБрд╢реА рд╣реЛрддреА рд╣реИ рдХреА рднрд▓реЗ рд╣реА рдЪреЛрд░реА рдЫреБрдкреЗ рдпрд╛ рд▓рдбрд╝ рдЭрдЧрдбрд╝ рдХрд░ рднреА рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рдкреЭреА рд╣реИ рддреЛ рдЕрдЪреНрдЫрд╛ рд╣реА рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рд╣реИ, рд╡рд░рдирд╛ рдЬреАрд╡рди рдХреА рдпреЗ рдпрд╛рджреЗрдВ рдХрднреА рдирд╣реАрдВ рдмрдирд╛ рдкрд╛рддрд╛ |

    рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рддрдХ рдореБрдЭреЗ рдпрд╛рдж рд╣реИ рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рдкрдврдиреЗ рдХреА рдЦреБрдорд╛рд░реА рдЧрд░реНрдореА рдХреА рдЫреБрдЯреНрдЯрд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рд╕рд░ рдЪрдврд╝ рдХрд░ рдмреЛрд▓рддреА рдереА | рдФрд░ рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рдЦрд░реАрджрдирд╛ рддреЛ рдХрд╛рдлреА рдорд╣рдВрдЧрд╛ рд╕реМрджрд╛ рдерд╛ рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдП рд▓рдЧрднрдЧ рд╣рдо рд╕рднреА рдорд┐рддреНрд░ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдирд╛ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рд▓рд╛рдЗрдмреНрд░реЗрд░реА рдХреЗ рд╕рджрд╕реНрдп рдмрди рдЬрд╛рддреЗ рдереЗ рдФрд░ рдХрд┐рд░рд╛рдП рд╕реЗ рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рд▓реЗ рдЖрдпрд╛ рдХрд░рддреЗ рдереЗ | рдЙрди рдЪреМрдмреАрд╕ рдШрдВрдЯреЛ рдХреЗ рд╕рдордп рдореЗрдВ рд╕рднреА рджреЛрд╕реНрддреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рдПрдХ рджреБрд╕рд░реЗ рдХреА рднреА рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рдЦрд╝рддрдо рдХрд░рдиреА рд╣реЛрддреА рдереА рддреЛ рдмрд╕ рдлрд┐рд░ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рд▓рд╛рдЗрдмреНрд░реЗрд░реА рд╕реЗ рд▓реА рдФрд░ рдкрдврдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд▓реВ рдПрдХ рдЖрдзреА рддреЛ рдШрд░ рдкрд╣реБрдБрдЪрддреЗ рдкрд╣реБрдБрдЪрддреЗ рд╣реА рдЦрд╝рддрдо рд╣реЛ рдЬрд╛рдпрд╛ рдХрд░рддреА рдереА |

    рд╢реБрд░реВрдЖрддреА рджрд┐рдиреЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдЬрд╣рд╛рдБ рд╕реЗ рдореБрдЭреЗ рдпрд╛рдж рд╣реИ рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рдХрд╛ рдХрд┐рд░рд╛рдпрд╛ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рдерд╛ рдкрдЪрд╛рд╕ рдкреИрд╕реЗ рдФрд░ рдбрд╛рдЗрдЬреЗрд╕реНрдЯ рдХрд╛ рдПрдХ рд░реБрдкреИрдпрд╛ рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рд╣рд╛рдИ рд░реЗ рдорд╣рдВрдЧрд╛рдИ рдмрд╛рдж рдореЗрдВ рдХрд┐рд░рд╛рдпрд╛ рддрдп рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдерд╛ рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рдХреЗ рджрд╛рдо рдХрд╛ рджрд╕ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рд╢рдд рдпрд╛рдиреЗ рео рд░реБрдкреИрдпреЗ рдХреА рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ реореж рдкреИрд╕реЗ рдореЗрдВ | рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕ рди рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдл рдЖрдкрдХреА рдХрд▓реНрдкрдирд╛ рд╢реАрд▓рддрд╛ рдХреЛ рдПрдХ рдирдпрд╛ рдЖрдпрд╛рдо рджреЗрддреА рд╣реИ рдЕрдкрд┐рддреБ рд╡реНрдпрд╡рд╣рд╛рд░рд┐рдХ рдЬреНрдЮрд╛рди рдореЗрдВ рднреА рд╡реГрджреНрдзрд┐ рдХрд░рд╛рддреА рд╣реИ | рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рдЖрдк рджреЗрдЦ рд╣реА рд╕рдХрддреЗ рд╣реИ рдХреА рдХрднреА рди рдХрднреА рддреЛ рдЖрдкрдиреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдорд┐рддреНрд░ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рд╕рд╛рдЭреЗрджрд╛рд░реА рдореЗрдВ рд▓рд╛рдЗрдмреНрд░реЗрд░реА рдЦреЛрд▓реА рд╣реА рд╣реЛрдЧреА, рдФрд░ рдХреБрдЫ рдЪрд╡реНрд╡рдиреА рдЕрдЯреНрдардиреА рдХрд╛ рдореБрдирд╛рдлрд╛ рдХрдорд╛ рдХрд░ рдЦреБрд╢ рднреА рд╣реБрдП рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ | рд▓реЛ рдЬреА рдмрди рдЧрдП рдЖрдк рдЙрджреНрдпрдореА (entrepreneur) !

    рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдЗрди рд╕рдм рд╕реЗ рдмрдврд╝рдХрд░ рдмреМрджреНрдзрд┐рдХ рд╡рд┐рдХрд╛рд╕ рдореЗрдВ рд╕рдмрд╕реЗ рдорджрджрдЧрд╛рд░ рд╕рд╛рдмрд┐рдд рд╣реЛрддреЗ рдереЗ рдорд┐рддреНрд░реЛ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдХреЙрдорд┐рдХреНрд╕реЛрдВ рдкрд░ рдЧрд╣рди рд╡рд┐рдЪрд╛рд░ рд╡рд┐рдорд░реНрд╢ ! рдЬреА рд╣рд╛рдБ рдХреМрди рд╕рд╛ рдирд╛рдпрдХ рдХрд┐рд╕ рдирдпреА рд╢рдХреНрддрд┐ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдЖрдпрд╛ рд╣реИ, рдХрд┐рд╕ рдирд╛рдпрдХ рдХреЛ рд╕рдмрд╕реЗ рдореБрд╢реНрдХрд┐рд▓ рдЦрд▓рдирд╛рдпрдХ рд╕реЗ рдЬреВрдЭрдирд╛ рдкрдбрд╝рддрд╛ рдерд╛, рдпрджрд┐ рдпреЗ рджреЛрдиреЛрдВ рдирд╛рдпрдХ рд╕рд╛рде рдореЗрдВ рдЖрдпреЗ рддреЛ рдЬреНрдпрд╛рджрд╛ рдЕрдЪреНрдЫрд╛ рдХреМрди рд▓рдбреЗрдЧрд╛ рдЗрддреНрдпрд╛рджрд┐ | рдмрд┐рдирд╛ рд╢рдХреНрддрд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рджреБрд╢реНрдордиреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдорд╛рдд рджреЗрдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓рд╛ рд╕реБрдкрд░ рдХрдорд╛рдВрдбреЛ рдзреНрд░реБрд╡ рдореЗрд░рд╛ рдкрд╕рдВрджреАрджрд╛ рдирд╛рдпрдХ рд╣реБрдЖ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рдерд╛ | рдФрд░ рдзреНрд░реБрд╡ рдХреЗ рдЦрд▓рдирд╛рдпрдХреЛ рдХреЗ рдКрдкрд░ рддреЛ рд╡рд┐рдЪрд╛рд░ рд╡рд┐рдорд░реНрд╢ рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рджреЗрд╢рдкрд╛рдВрдбреЗ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдорд╛рдЗрдВрдб рдЯреНрд░реА рдореЗрдВ рд░рд╣рддреЗ рд╣реБрдП рднреА рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рдерд╛ | рдЙрджрд╛рд╣рд░рдг рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЪреБрдореНрдмрд╛, рдмреМрдирд╛ рд╡рд╛рдорди, рдЪрдВрдбрдХрд╛рд▓ рд╣рд╛рдБ рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдзреНрд░реБрд╡ рдХреЗ рджреЛрд╕реНрдд рднреА рд╣реБрдЖ рдХрд░рддреЗ рдереЗ рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рдХрд┐рд░рд┐рдЧреА, рдзрдирдЮреНрдЬрдп, рдпреЗрддреА |

    рдЕрдм рддреЛ рдХрдИ рд╕рд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдХреА рднреА рд╕реБрдз рдирд╣реАрдВ рд▓реА рд╣реИ | рдкрд░ рдореБрдЭреЗ рдЕрднреА рднреА рдпрдХрд┐рди рд╣реИ рдХреА рдпреЗ рд╕рднреА рдирд╛рдпрдХ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЬрд╛рди рдХреА рдмрд╛рдЬреА рд▓рдЧрд╛ рдХрд░ рдЖрдЬ рднреА рд╡рд┐рд╢реНрд╡ рдХреЛ рдмрдбрд╝реЗ рдмрдбрд╝реЗ рдЦрддрд░реЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рдмрдЪрд╛ рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ рдФрд░ рдЗрд╕рд▓рд┐рдП рдЖрдк рднрд╛рд░рдд рдореЗрдВ рдпрд╛ рдпреВрд░реЛрдк рдореЗрдВ рдпрд╛ рдЕрдорд░реАрдХрд╛ рдореЗрдВ рдЪреИрди рдХреА рдиреАрдВрдж рд╕реЛ рдкрд╛ рд░рд╣реЗ рд╣реИ !

    A mail by my friend Kapil. I think so many of us would identify with the same. Plus I love his hindi writings (read a couple of his entries secretly in Bengaluru along with Mathuru ;)). Till he has his own blog, this one will be kept by me :).

    Also for my friends doing MBA, this is what a Dimdima should feel like, so maybe something like this would have determined your pitch for selling Dimdimas.

    Although this is a thinking of a kid 15 years back, things have changed now.

  • Hardly anything great to Talk about…or maybe

    When I used to read Naresh’s blog while he was doing MBA I always thought it is surely something which I will enjoy. Talking about things which we {include DAIICT E-Wing, Bangalore BakarBandhooze} had made a habit of was about to find its glorious destiny at a b-school.

    At almost of the end of three trims it has been,

    – a fight for marks, dirty one at times, me being a party to this constant usage of rand() function…
    – my database of facts eroding, that too eroding badly. Desipedia is history :((
    – Lack of attention, lack of focus, a future prospect for me becoming a Ghajini hero someday ЁЯЩВ (atleast I will get Asin ;))
    – horrible writing skills (blogs, reports, I cant write anything properly now)
    – lack of movie gyan and watching very few movies
    – a whole lot of keywords, but everything is in air. I first thought Fin was grounded, but slowly as I understand it in a better way, that too is highly Airy (financial crisis was bound to happen)
    – loosing touch with zillions of my friends back across India…
    – less sleep
    – no more following news and random data and discussing it over …
    – no more roaming around half the hostel block and doing bakk…
    – no time and no money-> (-5.5 lakhs) and further drain of cash ЁЯЩВ

    Overall the first year has been a bit disappointing for me, or maybe I expected a bit too much… but there were good moments, and they came in company of my nice of no-brainers like me here. They have been together in all the great fun here…

    Memories from my Div although didn’t make me that senti and all today, but they would linger around.

    Maybe I talk about thing in extreme extremes, maybe its not that bad.

    Just this internship in Himachal and then I am BACK ЁЯЩВ

    Although the long term plan or Strategy ( as me and my roomie recall, the most used/abused word this year) remains to minimize my un-learning and maximize sleeping time ЁЯЩВ

    Situation: Studying Convertibles and Business Law before that, have exams tomorrow
    Song: Pardesi, Toshi, Dev-D…the one with 3 dancers and abhay deol drinking, right now my While(1) song ЁЯША

    This movie would have surely triggered a discussion on nihilistic intentions of Dev back in Bangalore… right now they talk only about the music which is good, but something else missing

  • Vada-Pav, Totos and … Girls :)

    Vada Pav is God’s Own Food in Mumbai. Have gulped thousands of them since being in Mumbai, it comes in various formats and my favorite one is one near NM (Vile Parle) and at Shetty’s in front of my college gate.

    This place in Bandra, Totos– Garage Pub is really quite nice. The first time I was there back in Aug’08 with my friend we ended up standing on a small table on the side, enjoying the view of tonnes of good looking girls on the Table on View, and obviously having Beer :). I really like the place, a Chicken Roll near Carter Road CCD and a Brownie nearby always precedes the events at Totos. Overall good place…

    Girls… well I hardly have had any luck with them… lets not talk… ЁЯШЙ

    Kissa-1:

    Sometime in August, me along with two of my friends, goto Totos. We drink a bit and then come across few of my friends juniors from his college. So we sit and share the table. Enter this girl, who we all know has to be good (otherwise the story won’t be told :)), who comes and sits with us (seems she knows someone among the Juniors). So everyone is talking and fortunately I get a seat in front of her which gives me the freedom to talk with her for ages (it was just two hours:)). Ahha, and her boyfriend too … he was sitting next to me. But who cares, the girl was good, enough ЁЯША

    So when all the bills were cleared, she leaves a Rs. 10 tip (or maybe 20, I was drunk, but my bill was already cleared) . I told her why Tip, I think I brought a Pitcher to the Table too, why not Tip me.

    “What would you do with this?”… kuch nahi, mujhe tip do, isse vadapav khaaunga ЁЯЩВ

    Shocked and Stunned, she Tipped me :), my friend who was the closest linked to her was hiding his face and all other laughing. Don’t know why they were, because I kept the note and had an awesome vadapav of it the next day :)…

    Kissa-2:

    She is a nice and pretty girl, (self claimed hottie, which I dont agree :P), He is the CUTEst kid in the batch (so much so kid that he was asked for AGE proof at Totos :)). I thought will do them both a favour.

    I two years of Vada Pav– for Preety Girl given that she takes Cutest Boy and introduces him to the CUTEst girl at Totos and helps him to hit on the Cutest Girl :). (No one knows who the CUTEst Girl was, rest two are friends )

    Cutest Girl was sitting in a corner (with no boys around). So again will the vada pav make it, or break it. I offered Pretty Girl Beer, she refused, but then when I offered her Vada Pav, she agreed. So she took him to meet the CUTEst girl, and the rest as they say was LEGENDARY (Barney Stinson’s Blog)

    Kissa 3:

    My friend enginerd was roaming in Bombay it was the day of Chatt and thousands were performing Pooja on Juhu Beach, enginerd was there too, to have a glimpse of Priyanka Chopra who apprantely was there too. I divert him to this party of bloggers (also on http://www.thevoiceinmyhead.com/2006/10/29/mandira-meets-bloggywood/) hosted by my once favorite blogger (once because I hardly read anything nowadays :)). As I was lucky enough to get invited, I thought if I am in Bangalore why doesn’t my friend get the chance to have a bit of fun.

    But the passing of invite came at a cost, I asked enginerd to buy 4 vadpavs from NM (or mithibai) get them packed and hand it over to the hostess. Surely something that she would remember for quite some time ЁЯЩВ (in a party where people are bringing wine and flowers over, that was surely a differentiating factor :)).

    2 years later at my college canteen I see her sitting ( i never met her but wrote for her blog sometimes long back), so I go and meet her, and remind her of the vadapav. She recognises me on the basis of Vada Pav ЁЯЩВ and then she remembers me as desh and then we talk :).

    Conclusion:

    Girls come and go, a vadapav is forever ЁЯШЫ

  • Who Enjoys It?

    Some are doing it, some do not. I always seem to fall in the latter. They do different things, different activities and seem to enjoy it all. For me somehow once the Primary activity starts turning a bit and infact a lot boring I seem to shed the other added ones too.

    Some stand up and like giving motivational speeches, which I think are mostly worthless, some do all the work in life and you never know, and some write sitting in their 3 seater room … ЁЯШР

    I sometimes end up drinking along with my similarly-bored friend, same Old Monk with dry peanuts, Chakli and watery green chutney and discuss the same things over and over again. Its all about thinking about those great days of Work. Did I say great???

    It was thinking about BTech days while being at work, although I thought that the next degree would be back to that kind of fun, but I miss something.

    Miss TIME, just to be, just to roam around, discuss stupid stuff with people, read some nice stuff, read books, watch cricket all simple things in life. Taking walks during night-time through the dusty lanes here, me and another of seemingly lost friend, talk about not getting what we wanted here and what we will get after here, thats one of those simple things, but not much otherwise.

    I am sick of those same old jargons, I am bored of people not knowing and saying anything about anything without thinking (ha, they call it thinking on the feet), tired of the same old classroom, excel sheets, mera DELL and writing the most stupid pieces of assignments in the history of assignments.

    New Year, already half a month past and still to add that much needed freshness, because all things tend to become same over a period, especially when you are in this corner of Mumbai.

    Desperately looking forward to March, time for escape to Villages and it would be fun for sure.

    People think that I am frustu, but its just the lack of time and senselessness of what I am doing, I know that I need, a new pair of lenses to view the world.

    Literally, these specs are old and loose now ЁЯША

  • 10 Hour Sleep…Kidding Ain’t You!!!

    Tired mind, tired soul, tired body, sitting in a lecture and looking at the red layer forming on my eyes is a habit now, it was the same tomorrow, my friend lal saying me that my eyes have turned lal, a quiz to attend (not the regular B-School Acad Quiz, but a general Quiz for a change), walk crazily back to the hostel, drink a chai and the 82gm Parle-G, go to room, another “Online” B-School event to work on, another unsuccessful attempt, eat dinner which has turned extremely boring nowadays and…

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    Roomie wake me up at 12, I know I always say that but surely wake me up, have loads to study, me putting an alarm too…gnite

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    A Foggy room, smell of rain, nice and cool feeling, “The Straight Drive is his favorite shot, they not that, we know that”, the sound of Mark Nicholas from Cricket 2007, the mobile says its 11:45, roomie1 and another guy from my wing onto Cricket, they love EA Sports Cricket07 here and it has caught on with lot of people recently, roomie2 studying most probably what looks like FM, I wake up, sit and sit for 5 mins, I do some badbad and say that I am very tired and want to sleep. I spend five mins thinking about what to do next, and then think why not just lie down for five more minutes…

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    Looks like a nice long shopping street, like “The Mall Road” on every Hill Station, its nice and cool, I am walking, but why alone, I have no clue. Oh, how come he is here, he and his wife, I am meeting them for the first time after his marriage, he still seems the same.

    “Sorry yaar I couldn’t make it to your wedding, how could I have, I have no time”

    “It seems thats the only line you have picked up after going to a b-school”

    I don’t talk to his wife and both of them just walk away…

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    An office, I don’t know where it is, looks like a decent enough one, nice and clean, a sort of a bluish-saawariya-ish tinge to the whole place, I fail to understand why am I here. Hey I know her, I know her for sure, its the same …hmm wait, cant really make out her face, its a bit blurred, infact everything is blurred.

    A change in office from Salt Lake Kolkata to Mumbai is required, she is not getting it, we meet talk about it and start walking. Keep Walking as the good old Johny said (Diageo’s Johny :)). Nice Breeze, great weather, me doing bakbak as I always do, she responding sometimes as she always did!!! Hand in Hand, the touch of her hands, we talk for about 15 mins or so whooffff she goes…

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    Sleep…Sleep…Sleep

    Aaah, the pleasure of a stiffness in the body when you wake up after long time (I just cant imagine what would have happened to Rip Van Winkle), roomie 1 still sleeping, roomie 2 sitting straight with his chadar on his head (in a meditating pose), nice breeze flowing through the window. It seems it rained at night, aaaah, the smell of Fresh Air, for the first time in ages. Pre-Reads and assignments, chuck it yaar, its 7:45, lecture starts at 9, anyway can’t do it.

    It feels great to sleep for 10 hours sometimes, especially in a b-school where the only thing we lack is that, had a fresh day with no sleeping in lecture today, and even the weather is good with slight helpings of Rain making the day every pleasant.

    And see, sometimes sleep is the only time where my imagination runs wild nowadays, it used to different before…

    200201094 was surely much enjoyable and relaxing than PGP-08-003 (my GTalk status nowadays)

    p.s.- Please no Freudian Interpretation of Dreams or Jungian for that matter, I tried reading the first one unsuccesfully and the second one too slightly, both not successful…