Writing on weekends is really getting on my nerves! Why? Because there is a lot to write and if I end up writing everything, people would sleep off midway. Just writing what happened all week takes so much energy that I really can't write abstract stuff. Sheesh!
Well here's a quick wrap up. After completing what I was asked to do, I am currently on a free roll with no targets on sight. I am now working on a sort of Proof Of Concept (POC) of things I sorta like working on. I am actually happy that I have no targets in sight cause I wanted to go to Calcutta next week to attend my cousin's wedding and had absolutely no problem in convincing them. A few days back I had thought I wouldn't be able to make it. Also gave me an opportunity to attend a 3 day course on Advanced C++. It was decent. I think I would give it a 3/5. They could have made it a hell lot more advanced though :(
I think I'll finally get a location next week. Things happened miraculously today. I just hope it works out and I won't have to sit in the project lab all day.
Last weekend's Diwali turned out pretty good. Had 4 days leave and I spent most of the days lazing around with the occasional errands and a trip to Bandra. Didn't really do much on Diwali, ie Friday, but met up with some school friends on Saturday. One of them had come down from Singapore and we ended up meeting over dinner. Here are a few highlights of the evening,
1. When 2 girls who can really take any guy's case meet up, make sure you are not at their point of focus. Try and divert their attention to another, even if it means sacrificing your closest friends :P
2. If you are a guy, do not drink and have no idea about mocktails, then stick to Fresh Lime Soda. Shirley Temple is not a good alternate and stay away from any drink that might be colored pink or may have a cherry on top. Not a good idea, trust me.
3. Bursting someone else's funded crackers at midnight at someone else's society can be fun. Specially when you are chased away by cops.
4. It is more interesting when the first someone else is hell bent upon finishing the cracker's on that particular night itself.
5. So in such situations, while the lesser adventure guys ( c'est moi ) stand on guard, the nuttier ones drive around the society, halting midway, lighting crackers and then driving off.
So ya, we had good fun :) Happy Diwali it was :P
*Our group at office has turned out to be a pretty interesting one. We are the most active girl gazers in our cafeteria (ok so there maybe more, but we are not afraid to own up and what can I say? we have pretty girls in our office :D ) and yet I think we are the most harmless of the lot. We are all more of the Howard Hollowitz type :P if you know what I mean. Ok more like the BBT gang minus all the fancy degrees :P. So one of the guy explains today, "You know we have four compartments in our heart. All of mine are to be allocated." I was extremely amused by it. :D
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Vertical Limit
It's Diwali today. Does it make much of a difference to me? No, not really. Do I like this fact? Nope. But that's how it is. I like it at home. I don't like all the noise. I like the lights. I don't like the smoke. I like the sweets. I don't like all the calories in them. Crazy huh? Well before I spiral into one of my weird moods (and I think I'll get into one of those moods very soon), I rather change my topic to something more relevant or rather trivially relevant.
Last week I had gone to get my Mom a new pair of specs and that's where I saw this ultra-tall guy. He must have been at least 6'3". Though he seemed like he was a foot taller than me. Well I think 80% of the population is taller than me but then there is this certain percentage of people who are a little too taller than me! Most of my family friends in Bombay are taller than me. The only one who is short, is so because she is a kid and I am positive that a couple more years and she will overshoot me.
There was a time during my teenage years when I actually felt a little sad and left out, when I saw my friends on an unstoppable growth spree while I had run out of steam. My general growth had always been a little weird. As a kid, I had an unusually large head with ears sticking out which I am sure caused a drag while I ran. I don't think my ears helped me balance either because I spent most of my childhood falling down, crashing into doors/walls and getting hurt in the most innovative ways. I think over the years my body grew till it fit my head.
My parents were a little worried about me being vertically challenged. Complan obviously did no good (I ought to sue them for it :P). All those hours hanging on the branches were wasted too. Someone suggested my Mom that homeopathy might do the trick. I agreed just because I liked eating those tiny pills. Obviously it was utter nonsense too. The only thing that my parents did not try, for which I am glad, is that, "Aamake jutiye lamba korar cheshta kore ni :P" Anyways they gave up after I was 21 and had reached my vertical limit. They settled for a son who was 5'5". I once tried cheating a couple of inches by getting myself those extra large woodland shoes. Man! They are heavy! Extremely uncomfortable and slippery. An absolute waste of money.
By that time, I had started considering myself pretty lucky that though I was in the category of the hobbits, I was decently intelligent, physically healthy and fit without any handicaps. So what if I wasted my time ogling at the female kind and failed to join the line while God was distributing the stimulus to the height package? A shorter height really didn't stop me from doing anything. I did get to ride all the rides in the amusement park. I have danced with taller girls and I think they had a pretty good time. The only problem I used to have was during shows when taller guys stood in front of me and have a difficult time riding taller bikes. As far as girls were concerned, fortunately there were enough shorter than me (though a large population of the female species automatically gets filtered from the universal set :( )
There are certain benefits to being short though. I always get to stand in the front row. I never liked playing at the net in volley-ball, thanks to my height I always got to stand at the back. I never bang my head entering low doors. Leg-space is never an issue for me in cars. I could always hide behind the taller guys when I wanted to remain invisible in school/coolege. I can always fit in beautifully in the couch and sleep soundly (this makes me future proof in case I have to spend nights on the sofa). 4.5 feet pools are enough for me to have a great time while my taller friends usually crib about how shallow the pool is.
So all in all, I guess I wasn't really short-changed :)
Last week I had gone to get my Mom a new pair of specs and that's where I saw this ultra-tall guy. He must have been at least 6'3". Though he seemed like he was a foot taller than me. Well I think 80% of the population is taller than me but then there is this certain percentage of people who are a little too taller than me! Most of my family friends in Bombay are taller than me. The only one who is short, is so because she is a kid and I am positive that a couple more years and she will overshoot me.
There was a time during my teenage years when I actually felt a little sad and left out, when I saw my friends on an unstoppable growth spree while I had run out of steam. My general growth had always been a little weird. As a kid, I had an unusually large head with ears sticking out which I am sure caused a drag while I ran. I don't think my ears helped me balance either because I spent most of my childhood falling down, crashing into doors/walls and getting hurt in the most innovative ways. I think over the years my body grew till it fit my head.
My parents were a little worried about me being vertically challenged. Complan obviously did no good (I ought to sue them for it :P). All those hours hanging on the branches were wasted too. Someone suggested my Mom that homeopathy might do the trick. I agreed just because I liked eating those tiny pills. Obviously it was utter nonsense too. The only thing that my parents did not try, for which I am glad, is that, "Aamake jutiye lamba korar cheshta kore ni :P" Anyways they gave up after I was 21 and had reached my vertical limit. They settled for a son who was 5'5". I once tried cheating a couple of inches by getting myself those extra large woodland shoes. Man! They are heavy! Extremely uncomfortable and slippery. An absolute waste of money.
By that time, I had started considering myself pretty lucky that though I was in the category of the hobbits, I was decently intelligent, physically healthy and fit without any handicaps. So what if I wasted my time ogling at the female kind and failed to join the line while God was distributing the stimulus to the height package? A shorter height really didn't stop me from doing anything. I did get to ride all the rides in the amusement park. I have danced with taller girls and I think they had a pretty good time. The only problem I used to have was during shows when taller guys stood in front of me and have a difficult time riding taller bikes. As far as girls were concerned, fortunately there were enough shorter than me (though a large population of the female species automatically gets filtered from the universal set :( )
There are certain benefits to being short though. I always get to stand in the front row. I never liked playing at the net in volley-ball, thanks to my height I always got to stand at the back. I never bang my head entering low doors. Leg-space is never an issue for me in cars. I could always hide behind the taller guys when I wanted to remain invisible in school/coolege. I can always fit in beautifully in the couch and sleep soundly (this makes me future proof in case I have to spend nights on the sofa). 4.5 feet pools are enough for me to have a great time while my taller friends usually crib about how shallow the pool is.
So all in all, I guess I wasn't really short-changed :)
Thursday, November 4, 2010
The 3-day week
That was fast! I left day before yesterday and am back today :P I have started enjoying this dual life of mine :) So here's a wrap up of what happened in the past couple of days.
Office is weird. I am almost done with the work that I was given. Need to figure out what to do next. The Diwali fever was on since Monday. Empty cubicles, more people loitering around, the games room more packed than usual, work was apparently the last priority :P
Pizza, once a week, has become sort of a ritual now. A small introduction to my roomies has been in the waiting. Apoorv and Siddharth are the dynamic duo and we end up having quite a good time out there :) Last night Apoorv managed to get hold of another bike and that meant all three of us could go out for a movie and dinner. We decided that it would be a good way to celebrate the last day before leaving. So we decided to watch "Jhoota Hi Sahi". Sid wanted to watch "Rakht Charitra" but I had no intention of watching politics and blood/gore ( can be interpreted as Dmaag ko Shot! ). I was fortunate that Apoorv wanted to watch JHS too.
We have this portal called KLISMA which is basically a site that provides good offers on a lot of stuff like electronics, clothes, furniture, etc. Earlier it was an internal thingy but now they have opened it up for everyone. So KLISMA had an offer on movie tickets, where we could get tickets for 100 bucks. So we went and got ourselves tickets though Sid kept cribbing till the end. We entered the hall, settled down and waited for the movie to begin. It finally did and guess what it was? Rakht-Charitra! Well we laughed our asses off for a couple of minutes and then decided that we needed to get into the right hall. I had apparently read the wrong screen number in the ticket and entered Screen 3 instead of 4. So we ran to 4 and were lucky that it hadn't begun yet.
I liked the movie. There were some genuinely witty dialogues and scenes. John Abraham did a good job and so did the whole cast. Sid cribbed throughout the movie and also for a while threatened to go and watch the other movie after the interval. He didn't go. All in all, the evening was fun :) Got back home at 1:30am.
Remember the Bazinga that happened last Friday? Well somewhere deep inside I was really hoping that I would see her again. In fact I had decided that if I see her again I'll muster up the courage to go and say a "hi" to her. I have by default started taking the 5:45 bus now and had booked tickets for the same bus. I reached there and who do I see sitting at the same place? Her! The following things happened serially in the 25 seconds that took me to cross her - my heart skipped a beat, I smiled to myself, looked at her for a while, noticed a couple of guys with her, said, "Crap!" to myself, heard another "BAZINGA!" Well out of the 2, one left when the Pune-Thane bus came but the other remained. I did what I do best, remained invisible. My bus came pretty early today. Unfortunately we weren't in the same bus today. So boarded the bus and left her sitting there.
Sometimes when you wish something you end up getting it. Unfortunately, when you are not absolutely specific and clear about what you want, life can throw some serious shitty situations at you. I had wished that I see her again but I never wished seeing her alone. And that's what I got! Crazy shit! Huh?
Office is weird. I am almost done with the work that I was given. Need to figure out what to do next. The Diwali fever was on since Monday. Empty cubicles, more people loitering around, the games room more packed than usual, work was apparently the last priority :P
Pizza, once a week, has become sort of a ritual now. A small introduction to my roomies has been in the waiting. Apoorv and Siddharth are the dynamic duo and we end up having quite a good time out there :) Last night Apoorv managed to get hold of another bike and that meant all three of us could go out for a movie and dinner. We decided that it would be a good way to celebrate the last day before leaving. So we decided to watch "Jhoota Hi Sahi". Sid wanted to watch "Rakht Charitra" but I had no intention of watching politics and blood/gore ( can be interpreted as Dmaag ko Shot! ). I was fortunate that Apoorv wanted to watch JHS too.
We have this portal called KLISMA which is basically a site that provides good offers on a lot of stuff like electronics, clothes, furniture, etc. Earlier it was an internal thingy but now they have opened it up for everyone. So KLISMA had an offer on movie tickets, where we could get tickets for 100 bucks. So we went and got ourselves tickets though Sid kept cribbing till the end. We entered the hall, settled down and waited for the movie to begin. It finally did and guess what it was? Rakht-Charitra! Well we laughed our asses off for a couple of minutes and then decided that we needed to get into the right hall. I had apparently read the wrong screen number in the ticket and entered Screen 3 instead of 4. So we ran to 4 and were lucky that it hadn't begun yet.
I liked the movie. There were some genuinely witty dialogues and scenes. John Abraham did a good job and so did the whole cast. Sid cribbed throughout the movie and also for a while threatened to go and watch the other movie after the interval. He didn't go. All in all, the evening was fun :) Got back home at 1:30am.
Remember the Bazinga that happened last Friday? Well somewhere deep inside I was really hoping that I would see her again. In fact I had decided that if I see her again I'll muster up the courage to go and say a "hi" to her. I have by default started taking the 5:45 bus now and had booked tickets for the same bus. I reached there and who do I see sitting at the same place? Her! The following things happened serially in the 25 seconds that took me to cross her - my heart skipped a beat, I smiled to myself, looked at her for a while, noticed a couple of guys with her, said, "Crap!" to myself, heard another "BAZINGA!" Well out of the 2, one left when the Pune-Thane bus came but the other remained. I did what I do best, remained invisible. My bus came pretty early today. Unfortunately we weren't in the same bus today. So boarded the bus and left her sitting there.
Sometimes when you wish something you end up getting it. Unfortunately, when you are not absolutely specific and clear about what you want, life can throw some serious shitty situations at you. I had wished that I see her again but I never wished seeing her alone. And that's what I got! Crazy shit! Huh?
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Zip Trip... Flip Fantasia!
We men usually don't bother much about wardrobe malfunction, partly cause there's not much that could malfunction and mostly cause we don't give a fuck. It is more of a lucky incident that we look forward to while watching FTV. (oh come on! don't judge! you girls know we watch it and guys you bloody not disagree to that fact!) There's though one malfunction that creeps me out and that's when my zip betrays me or I forget to zip up. You'd think 29 years of zipping up and down would take care of such incidents. Bull!
The other day I was sitting in a car which had a seat-belt alarm and that's when it struck me. Pants should come with these alarms. If your waist hook/button is done and you are not zipped up, there's a small beep to give you a friendly reminder that, "Dude! Izzat khatre mein hai!" I think it'll save many an embarrassing moment for many men.
It actually is embarrassing not only for the poor victim but also the first one who notices it and doesn't know how to inform the poor bloke. He then informs his neighbor about the latest calamity and hopes that somehow he would step up and inform. Soon everyone except the poor dude knows about it :P
A couple of incidents that happened to me which I still remember are once in school and once in my last office. I remember it was sometime during my 9th grade. I think it was Himika and myself who had gone to CBD Belapur to collect some award for some art competition we had participated in. There must have been a couple of more people with us. I loved winning competitions but hated going up to the stage. I was panicking as usual when I suddenly realized that my zip had zapped :P My panic level just climbed a couple of notches. I really wasn't sure what to do. Hoping that Himika would have a safety pin (I had a presumption back then that all girls carried safety pins with them. I know its stupid). Well told her my precarious situation but unfortunately she had none. Luckily it was the day we wore our House T-Shirts. And luckier was the fact that my T-shirt was a lot longer than usual. So with my T-Shirt out and the zip undone, I went and collected my award. I think that was the most nervous I had ever been onstage and Himika was very amused all throughout :P
The second was in my last company. I think it was probably sometime in the first week. I was supposed to meet the Chairman of the company. I was a little preoccupied since I had just joined and there were a lot of stuff running through my head. I had just visited the washroom and had come back and entered to see the Chairman. I am introduced to him and we talk for a while. Everyone was basically standing while he went around talking to everyone. One of my colleagues, slid beside me and said, "Ahem! Your zips open!" I think I must have bent some Time-Space continuum that day, cause my reaction time was phenomenal :P The thought that crossed my mind was, "Shit! I just introduced myself to the Chairman with my zip down. That must have made an impression he'll remember for sometime to come." Fortunately I never came to know whether he had noticed and its a mystery I am glad I do not know.
Its embarrassing. Really embarrassing and men really ought to do something about it. I do not recommend an auto-zipper cause men know how disastrous it can be. Every boy during his childhood have atleast once faced the zip-monster, where the zip-monster zipped more than it ought to leading to a lot of pain and tears :P
It would turn out to be more of an auto-circumsizer. So a friendly beep would be more advisable.
The other day I was sitting in a car which had a seat-belt alarm and that's when it struck me. Pants should come with these alarms. If your waist hook/button is done and you are not zipped up, there's a small beep to give you a friendly reminder that, "Dude! Izzat khatre mein hai!" I think it'll save many an embarrassing moment for many men.
It actually is embarrassing not only for the poor victim but also the first one who notices it and doesn't know how to inform the poor bloke. He then informs his neighbor about the latest calamity and hopes that somehow he would step up and inform. Soon everyone except the poor dude knows about it :P
A couple of incidents that happened to me which I still remember are once in school and once in my last office. I remember it was sometime during my 9th grade. I think it was Himika and myself who had gone to CBD Belapur to collect some award for some art competition we had participated in. There must have been a couple of more people with us. I loved winning competitions but hated going up to the stage. I was panicking as usual when I suddenly realized that my zip had zapped :P My panic level just climbed a couple of notches. I really wasn't sure what to do. Hoping that Himika would have a safety pin (I had a presumption back then that all girls carried safety pins with them. I know its stupid). Well told her my precarious situation but unfortunately she had none. Luckily it was the day we wore our House T-Shirts. And luckier was the fact that my T-shirt was a lot longer than usual. So with my T-Shirt out and the zip undone, I went and collected my award. I think that was the most nervous I had ever been onstage and Himika was very amused all throughout :P
The second was in my last company. I think it was probably sometime in the first week. I was supposed to meet the Chairman of the company. I was a little preoccupied since I had just joined and there were a lot of stuff running through my head. I had just visited the washroom and had come back and entered to see the Chairman. I am introduced to him and we talk for a while. Everyone was basically standing while he went around talking to everyone. One of my colleagues, slid beside me and said, "Ahem! Your zips open!" I think I must have bent some Time-Space continuum that day, cause my reaction time was phenomenal :P The thought that crossed my mind was, "Shit! I just introduced myself to the Chairman with my zip down. That must have made an impression he'll remember for sometime to come." Fortunately I never came to know whether he had noticed and its a mystery I am glad I do not know.
Its embarrassing. Really embarrassing and men really ought to do something about it. I do not recommend an auto-zipper cause men know how disastrous it can be. Every boy during his childhood have atleast once faced the zip-monster, where the zip-monster zipped more than it ought to leading to a lot of pain and tears :P
It would turn out to be more of an auto-circumsizer. So a friendly beep would be more advisable.
Bijoya Dashami Sammelani
I know its a little early to say but I think I am free now. I feel at peace. That miserable feeling that had been haunting me last weekend is gone now and I feel a lot lighter now. :)
Had a good time today at the dance class. Though I am not too happy with the number of steps that we have done so far. He is concentrating on the form now but there should have been more steps. Samba is killing me and so is Jive. Rhumba and Cha-Cha-Cha, I can handle. I am just waiting for Paso Doble but from what I have seen in Youtube videos, its not going to be something easy. I probably just need to practice more.
We had our ritual Bijoya Dashami Sammelani today. I went there with the notion that I would be getting bored but I actually ended up having a lot of fun. Played a lot of Truth and Dare and apart from some of the stupid questions that the IPad game was throwing at us, it was quite a interesting time. I had a lot of water poured on me, Tooth-paste rubbed all over my face, had to wear a hair-band and do the Macarena :P After food, we went out on a hunt for ice-cream and ended up filling the Seawoods' Swirl shop at around 12:30 pm.
I just downloaded Linkin Park's latest album "A Thousand Suns". A lot of people tell me that all their albums sound same but I don't think that's true. They have grown with each album of theirs. Their music has a lot of anger in it, a lot of heart. The earlier albums - Hybrid Theory and Meteora was mostly related to personal problems and feelings. Anyone who has heard LP and loves their songs how Meteora can zap you out of your misery. That album has this super power to energize you. At the end of it, no matter how down you are, you tend to get into that "Fuck You! Bhaad mein jao! It's my life and I am living it!" mood. Its an awesome mood :) Meteora has helped me a lot through alot of times.
Minutes to Midnight changed and I think they realized that personal problems are trivial compared to all the shit that's going around in the world. So they focused their anger towards the world's trouble. A Thousand Suns follows that and goes full on! I still need to hear it a few more times before forming an opinion but I like what I have heard so far.
I think they have figured out how our personal problems seem so petty when looked from the bigger perspective. With the kind of misery that's going on, where people don't have the right to live/exist, right to food and clean water, I guess a little misunderstanding, a failed exam, a heartbreak seem nothing more than a little sorrow talk. But for everyone of us, these seem the most painful, the most pressing matters and the bigger problems don't seem to bother us, bother me, simply because I cannot empathize with the people who go through such difficult lives. For me the reason for existence is a question, while for some the reason for existence is a privilege.
Had a good time today at the dance class. Though I am not too happy with the number of steps that we have done so far. He is concentrating on the form now but there should have been more steps. Samba is killing me and so is Jive. Rhumba and Cha-Cha-Cha, I can handle. I am just waiting for Paso Doble but from what I have seen in Youtube videos, its not going to be something easy. I probably just need to practice more.
We had our ritual Bijoya Dashami Sammelani today. I went there with the notion that I would be getting bored but I actually ended up having a lot of fun. Played a lot of Truth and Dare and apart from some of the stupid questions that the IPad game was throwing at us, it was quite a interesting time. I had a lot of water poured on me, Tooth-paste rubbed all over my face, had to wear a hair-band and do the Macarena :P After food, we went out on a hunt for ice-cream and ended up filling the Seawoods' Swirl shop at around 12:30 pm.
I just downloaded Linkin Park's latest album "A Thousand Suns". A lot of people tell me that all their albums sound same but I don't think that's true. They have grown with each album of theirs. Their music has a lot of anger in it, a lot of heart. The earlier albums - Hybrid Theory and Meteora was mostly related to personal problems and feelings. Anyone who has heard LP and loves their songs how Meteora can zap you out of your misery. That album has this super power to energize you. At the end of it, no matter how down you are, you tend to get into that "Fuck You! Bhaad mein jao! It's my life and I am living it!" mood. Its an awesome mood :) Meteora has helped me a lot through alot of times.
Minutes to Midnight changed and I think they realized that personal problems are trivial compared to all the shit that's going around in the world. So they focused their anger towards the world's trouble. A Thousand Suns follows that and goes full on! I still need to hear it a few more times before forming an opinion but I like what I have heard so far.
I think they have figured out how our personal problems seem so petty when looked from the bigger perspective. With the kind of misery that's going on, where people don't have the right to live/exist, right to food and clean water, I guess a little misunderstanding, a failed exam, a heartbreak seem nothing more than a little sorrow talk. But for everyone of us, these seem the most painful, the most pressing matters and the bigger problems don't seem to bother us, bother me, simply because I cannot empathize with the people who go through such difficult lives. For me the reason for existence is a question, while for some the reason for existence is a privilege.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
BaZINGA!!
I have always believed that there is a higher power, someone who is watching over us, witnessing everything that we do, hearing everything that we think, the good thoughts, the bad ones and at times the gross ones. And whatever little doubt I have had about the existence of a HP ( not to be confused with Harry Potter ) has washed away thanks to the various experiences in my life. And I say so because no way can a person's life be an unending series of Punk'd episodes (The one that they show on VH1 hosted by Ashton Kutcher). It is as if HP is seriously pissed off with me and he mysteriously guides me or presents me with lucrative ways to innocently walk into one of his practical jokes. I must have done something seriously bad to him during my tenure upstairs. Here's an excerpt of a conversation I had recently with him,
Anyways the bus came and I was about to board, when the conductor announced that the 5:45 pm and 6:00 pm buses had been combined. I didn't really bother about it and I got in. Went and sat in my place ( I have started taking aisle seats, a friend explained that girls always go for window seats, so the chances of a girl sitting at an aisle seat while I sat at the window was next to impossible). I was amused to see that the seat beside me was empty. The thought struck me once but a quick refresh of my past lucky incidents returned a NULL pointer and I realized that she was no way coming and sitting beside me.
I had just settled in when I suddenly see her enter the bus and looking through the seat numbers. She came and stood next to me. I think I had turned a slight shade of purple as a result of holding my breath for so long. She checked the numbers on the luggage compartment and turned around. Down went my hopes her sitting beside me. Well due to strange events it turned out that she had bought herself a window seat but she was in the 6:00 pm bus while some other girl had already bought the same seat for the 5:45 pm bus and had boarded at the starting point. So her seat was occupied and she had to take the aisle seat. Which basically meant that the aisle was the only thing separating us (the next best thing to her sitting beside me). I said a tiny "Thank You" to HP, smiled to myself and started listening to John Mayer.
I had a very happy trip till the Lonavla Food Plaza. Checked her out some more ( maybe I should have notched up the staring a bit more, to make it obvious to her that she was being watched ). But before I go ahead, here's a little side story. During my last trip back, I saw a girl from school in the bus. I don't think I ever spoke to her inspite of the fact that she was in the same class as me. Just knew her by face. She hasn't changed much since then. I wasn't really too interested in striking up a conversation firstly because I didn't think she would recognize me and mostly because I didn't want to. Well I saw her again today at the food plaza. It obviously means that she too, like me, comes back every weekend. Anyways, I decided that I had loitered enough and now needed to get back and enjoy the last hour of seeing the cute girl before she was lost forever. I got in and looked towards her seat to spot her and got a tiny heart attack. She wasn't there and instead sat the girl from my class. I don't know which hit me first, me saying "What the Fuck!?" or a resonating "BAZINGA!" Apparently the girl who had previously occupied CG's (Cute Girl) seat was her! During the break, they had decided to switch!
I went to my seat, sat down and just couldn't stop laughing at myself. HP had played a cruel, cruel joke on me! If Higher Powers use messengers among themselves, his message to all would have been "rotflmao" It just reconfirmed my faith that HP exists and he is out to screw my case. HP is a sadist and he better watch out cause he is going to be in some serious shit once I go back.
A similar incident happened to me today while returning from Pune. I always take the evening bus from Pune on Fridays such that I reach home by 9:30 pm - 10:00 pm. Now today, being a Friday just before Diwali, there was a lot of rush with a lot of people going home for the Diwali break. As usual the bus was late (it always is, except for the one time that it reached on time and I missed it) and I was wondering what to do while I waited. I needed to pee too. Now unfortunately like most Indian guys I cannot just stand at street corners and go about doing my job. So after looking around I finally found a loo. It cost me 56 bucks to pee. Went into a CCD and got myself a cappuccino ( the main motive was obviously something else :P ). I got back and was generally checking out the crowd when I realized that a super cute girl was checking me out. I immediately puffed my chest, pulled my stomach in and stood at an optimum angle (I call it the angle of fat reduction). Its mostly an optical illusion :P Anyways just to make sure that she indeed was checking me out, I returned the favour and checked her out. Yup, she was! Our eyes met a couple of times but as I am an extremely "chooza" type of a guy, I quickly made sure that I didn't look at her again. While all the while, I was calculating the probability of her sitting beside me in the bus. To tell you the truth, the odds were against me. The chance that she was in the same bus as me was by itself very slim.Me: U r kidding me right?God: No! This is all happening. You can finally have your way.... Long Pause...Me: God damn it! Why u....!God: (smirk) BAZINGA!
Anyways the bus came and I was about to board, when the conductor announced that the 5:45 pm and 6:00 pm buses had been combined. I didn't really bother about it and I got in. Went and sat in my place ( I have started taking aisle seats, a friend explained that girls always go for window seats, so the chances of a girl sitting at an aisle seat while I sat at the window was next to impossible). I was amused to see that the seat beside me was empty. The thought struck me once but a quick refresh of my past lucky incidents returned a NULL pointer and I realized that she was no way coming and sitting beside me.
I had just settled in when I suddenly see her enter the bus and looking through the seat numbers. She came and stood next to me. I think I had turned a slight shade of purple as a result of holding my breath for so long. She checked the numbers on the luggage compartment and turned around. Down went my hopes her sitting beside me. Well due to strange events it turned out that she had bought herself a window seat but she was in the 6:00 pm bus while some other girl had already bought the same seat for the 5:45 pm bus and had boarded at the starting point. So her seat was occupied and she had to take the aisle seat. Which basically meant that the aisle was the only thing separating us (the next best thing to her sitting beside me). I said a tiny "Thank You" to HP, smiled to myself and started listening to John Mayer.
I had a very happy trip till the Lonavla Food Plaza. Checked her out some more ( maybe I should have notched up the staring a bit more, to make it obvious to her that she was being watched ). But before I go ahead, here's a little side story. During my last trip back, I saw a girl from school in the bus. I don't think I ever spoke to her inspite of the fact that she was in the same class as me. Just knew her by face. She hasn't changed much since then. I wasn't really too interested in striking up a conversation firstly because I didn't think she would recognize me and mostly because I didn't want to. Well I saw her again today at the food plaza. It obviously means that she too, like me, comes back every weekend. Anyways, I decided that I had loitered enough and now needed to get back and enjoy the last hour of seeing the cute girl before she was lost forever. I got in and looked towards her seat to spot her and got a tiny heart attack. She wasn't there and instead sat the girl from my class. I don't know which hit me first, me saying "What the Fuck!?" or a resonating "BAZINGA!" Apparently the girl who had previously occupied CG's (Cute Girl) seat was her! During the break, they had decided to switch!
I went to my seat, sat down and just couldn't stop laughing at myself. HP had played a cruel, cruel joke on me! If Higher Powers use messengers among themselves, his message to all would have been "rotflmao" It just reconfirmed my faith that HP exists and he is out to screw my case. HP is a sadist and he better watch out cause he is going to be in some serious shit once I go back.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Lucky Charm
** Beware! A really Long post!**
Back home for the weekend. I am usually back before I know I am gone. If I look at it, I spend 3 nights in Bombay, while 4 in Pune. Not a bad ratio at all but the problem is that as a result of this I am not really able to settle in one place. Its like I am always on the move, half my stuff in one place while the rest in the other. I need to fix it but maybe after sometime. Once my folks get a little used to not living with me around.
Have finally started playing badminton regularly at work. Dunno how long it will work out. I guess I am happy as long as I am not shifted to some other office. The current group has become pretty comfortable. All the guys are fun and peaceful.
My folks are suddenly shaken and stirred about getting me hitched. With my cousin's marriage coming up next month, I think they are suddenly under pressure. And the fact that my cousin's a couple of days younger than me doesn't really support my cause. :( I never knew my marriage would become such an issue. A few of my aunties feel that my marriage is partially responsible for my Mom's high sugar levels. Go figure! I remember about a couple of years back, they suddenly got all excited about my marriage. The endless ritual of them looking up photos, me rejecting, they screaming, me screaming, they promising never to look for another girl, they forgetting the promise the very next day and the whole cycle repeating again.
I was pretty surprised at their intensity of wanting to get me married. I know them and it was not just the standard concern about their son's marriage, their was something more to it. I figured the mystery out as an accidental side-effect of my visit to an astrologer. Why I went to see one is a totally different story for another occasion. I found out that according to my charts, my luck is supposed to brighten after marriage. Ya I know! I, too, had a smile on my face, not one of "what-the-fuck?" look but "I-have-always-known-that" look. I shall explain myself later. My mother knew about this little trivia cause she believes in astrologers and she had consulted a few and I think all of them pointed this thing out to her. All this got her all hyperactive about my marriage.
Once I found out the problem, I was able to explain things a little more logically to her. Something that calmed her and also brought a miniscule amount of peace in my life. The problem with astrologers is that at times they just say things that they interpret. They really don't try and explain it. I have for quite sometime realized and believed that I am at my best when I am in love. It gets me high, excited and active about life. I am a pretty creative guy and do what I love doing. Inspiration drives me and fortunately or unfortunately love inspires me. I am by myself pretty satisfied with life as it is but they say satisfied people never grow. But when in love, my partner (and in some cases potential partner) inspires me to do things that I would not do for myself but for her. And the best part is, so far none of them have had to do much to inspire me. Their mere existence did the trick for me. I realized long back that a stable relationship is my lucky charm, a horse shoe, a four leaved clover or whatever it is that you may want to call it. So when I heard about my luck changing after marriage, I wasn't surprised at all. I always knew that I would do a lot of stuff to make my partner happy and make our lives better. I don't know if its called change of luck but it definitely means growth. But all this depends on the fact that I need to be in love. Its not about marriage but its about love. And that's what I explained to my mom. I told her that the marriage will not change my luck, its the girl who will. So its necessary that I marry the girl I love (or love the girl I marry, though I don't know if I should risk 2 lives for that scenario to work out).
It wasn't an easy conclusion to come to but I have analysed it and I know it works. At a point, I felt that this would mean that my life would depend a lot on how my partner turns out to be. I know I would be handing out a lot of control but then thats me. I know it. I could either deal with it or live in a state of denial. I chose the former.
I was very small when I had my first crush and she helped me learn the most important lesson in life. She was the reason that I got through my "I-Hate-Girls!" phase and also realized that girls did not exist only to harass guys and were not icky. :P
I was in school when I first fell in love. She taught me what it felt to be in love and how good it was to have someone around. My attendance in school improved thanks to her existence and so did my grades.
The next girl I fell in love taught me a lot of things. Taught me that its very difficult for a guy/gal to be best friends when hints of attraction creep in. I learnt from my relationship with her that at times even though everything you imagine seems perfect and they seem meant to be, they don't. And at times, no matter how much you try to fix things, some problems are not yours to fix. And that no matter how long you wait for things to change, somethings will never change when they need to.
The next relationship was a rocky one. She taught me some of the not so rosy things in life. Never really got into the love phase with her but I learnt never to go against my gut feelings. I also learnt that relationships cannot work without communication and the more you suppress the worse is the explosion at the end. Also learnt that a little positive change in people's lives can change them a lot. Most important thing I figured was that its the only life you have. Do not take shit from no one.
I think I really understood what it means to be in love with the last girl. She changed my life and sort of launched it to a different orbit. Ironically she had no clue about it or failed to understand. I learnt to control my anger, appreciated the power of open communication and the need to be more responsible. Her existence inspired me to do a lot of creative stuff and for a while I understood what it meant to love unconditionally. She made me want to challenge myself. Really was a phenomenal period.
All my relationships taught me various things about life and myself and each one of them gave me a nudge into becoming who I am today. And by what I hear, they have done a decent job on me :)
Back home for the weekend. I am usually back before I know I am gone. If I look at it, I spend 3 nights in Bombay, while 4 in Pune. Not a bad ratio at all but the problem is that as a result of this I am not really able to settle in one place. Its like I am always on the move, half my stuff in one place while the rest in the other. I need to fix it but maybe after sometime. Once my folks get a little used to not living with me around.
Have finally started playing badminton regularly at work. Dunno how long it will work out. I guess I am happy as long as I am not shifted to some other office. The current group has become pretty comfortable. All the guys are fun and peaceful.
My folks are suddenly shaken and stirred about getting me hitched. With my cousin's marriage coming up next month, I think they are suddenly under pressure. And the fact that my cousin's a couple of days younger than me doesn't really support my cause. :( I never knew my marriage would become such an issue. A few of my aunties feel that my marriage is partially responsible for my Mom's high sugar levels. Go figure! I remember about a couple of years back, they suddenly got all excited about my marriage. The endless ritual of them looking up photos, me rejecting, they screaming, me screaming, they promising never to look for another girl, they forgetting the promise the very next day and the whole cycle repeating again.
I was pretty surprised at their intensity of wanting to get me married. I know them and it was not just the standard concern about their son's marriage, their was something more to it. I figured the mystery out as an accidental side-effect of my visit to an astrologer. Why I went to see one is a totally different story for another occasion. I found out that according to my charts, my luck is supposed to brighten after marriage. Ya I know! I, too, had a smile on my face, not one of "what-the-fuck?" look but "I-have-always-known-that" look. I shall explain myself later. My mother knew about this little trivia cause she believes in astrologers and she had consulted a few and I think all of them pointed this thing out to her. All this got her all hyperactive about my marriage.
Once I found out the problem, I was able to explain things a little more logically to her. Something that calmed her and also brought a miniscule amount of peace in my life. The problem with astrologers is that at times they just say things that they interpret. They really don't try and explain it. I have for quite sometime realized and believed that I am at my best when I am in love. It gets me high, excited and active about life. I am a pretty creative guy and do what I love doing. Inspiration drives me and fortunately or unfortunately love inspires me. I am by myself pretty satisfied with life as it is but they say satisfied people never grow. But when in love, my partner (and in some cases potential partner) inspires me to do things that I would not do for myself but for her. And the best part is, so far none of them have had to do much to inspire me. Their mere existence did the trick for me. I realized long back that a stable relationship is my lucky charm, a horse shoe, a four leaved clover or whatever it is that you may want to call it. So when I heard about my luck changing after marriage, I wasn't surprised at all. I always knew that I would do a lot of stuff to make my partner happy and make our lives better. I don't know if its called change of luck but it definitely means growth. But all this depends on the fact that I need to be in love. Its not about marriage but its about love. And that's what I explained to my mom. I told her that the marriage will not change my luck, its the girl who will. So its necessary that I marry the girl I love (or love the girl I marry, though I don't know if I should risk 2 lives for that scenario to work out).
It wasn't an easy conclusion to come to but I have analysed it and I know it works. At a point, I felt that this would mean that my life would depend a lot on how my partner turns out to be. I know I would be handing out a lot of control but then thats me. I know it. I could either deal with it or live in a state of denial. I chose the former.
I was very small when I had my first crush and she helped me learn the most important lesson in life. She was the reason that I got through my "I-Hate-Girls!" phase and also realized that girls did not exist only to harass guys and were not icky. :P
I was in school when I first fell in love. She taught me what it felt to be in love and how good it was to have someone around. My attendance in school improved thanks to her existence and so did my grades.
The next girl I fell in love taught me a lot of things. Taught me that its very difficult for a guy/gal to be best friends when hints of attraction creep in. I learnt from my relationship with her that at times even though everything you imagine seems perfect and they seem meant to be, they don't. And at times, no matter how much you try to fix things, some problems are not yours to fix. And that no matter how long you wait for things to change, somethings will never change when they need to.
The next relationship was a rocky one. She taught me some of the not so rosy things in life. Never really got into the love phase with her but I learnt never to go against my gut feelings. I also learnt that relationships cannot work without communication and the more you suppress the worse is the explosion at the end. Also learnt that a little positive change in people's lives can change them a lot. Most important thing I figured was that its the only life you have. Do not take shit from no one.
I think I really understood what it means to be in love with the last girl. She changed my life and sort of launched it to a different orbit. Ironically she had no clue about it or failed to understand. I learnt to control my anger, appreciated the power of open communication and the need to be more responsible. Her existence inspired me to do a lot of creative stuff and for a while I understood what it meant to love unconditionally. She made me want to challenge myself. Really was a phenomenal period.
All my relationships taught me various things about life and myself and each one of them gave me a nudge into becoming who I am today. And by what I hear, they have done a decent job on me :)
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