Sunday, November 23, 2008

Year End Blues ........

The most depressing time of the year has got to be, end of November and December .... 
This is the time of the year when you know for sure that you are out of time for this year and you have not completed most of what you wanted to do for the year. 
Don't mistake me .. am not a person who makes new year resolutions and wants to realise them by the end of the year ... Am a normal person who has a few things to complete by the end of an year that's all.
When I look at the list I wanted to do .. I have not done most of the things I wanted to do ... I don't know where the time flies ... and most of the times I really think am wasting it .. I don't know what higher purpose am looking for ... but looking back at a year i always feel that I have done absolutely nothing.
Depressing ... I don't know if making lists are a good thing ... and feeling like a loser when you realise that you have not done anything you hoped for is a crushing feeling. :(
I think that usually lists help you , get you where you want to go ... give you a sense of purpose and tell you where to go ... but if u go in a totally opposite direction you feel like an idiot... What you want to do and where fate is leading you is at total odds with each other .... 
Another year and more time is wasted and more depressions ... dont know if there is something wrong with my expectations or the path the cosmic forces want me to follow ... 
Irritatingly depressing .......... 


Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The Honky problem ...


Bangalore is supposedly an aggressive city now .... when i heard tat i was like ... yup i can see that when i hear people Honk.. mannnnnnnnnnnn .. its pissing offf... 
They provide horn in your vehicle so that you let people know that you are approaching .. a warning kind of a thing. 
But here in Bangalore (for that matter any where in India .......) it is like, "GIVE WAY,I AM IMPORTANT"
I understand when there is an ambulance behind you ... it makes sense for you to honk your head off, but its only you and you are being a selfish A*****e when you honk and piss people off. 
You cannot honk in front of hospitals or schools ... but nopes in this country no one is considerate.

The most depressing thing is that mostly these Taxi Drivers ,Auto Drivers and bus drivers honk ... i mean they don't even owe those vehicles they drive and they just honk --- Impatient Monkeys.... 
It is pissing off ... i mean if you had a bad day at work .. these morons asking for way just pisses you off so much that you just want to stop right in front of them , drag them out of their cars and beat the hell out of them... (no am not usually this violent, but there is something about honking that pisses me off)
I think i understand why Bangalore is becoming aggressive... because of these idiots on the road who honk ... 
There should be a punishment for honking --- make those idiots sit down , tie them up and make them listen to all the honking for 24 hours ... What say ?? 

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Tring Tring !!!!!!!!















Ain't it cute !!!!!!!!!! :) 


Exactly a week ago i bought a spanking new CYCLE :) ... Crazy maybe ... But..
Am loving it .... As i grow older i think am graduating towards the fun part of life ... I don't think as children we really appreciate how good we got it , only when we grow older we begin to miss and value all that fun... Anyways enough of philosophy ... 

Cycle Time now .. just look at all the evidence which suggests that this is super fun ..
  • It is a fun way to exercise and relax
  • You can get anywhere you want on it , provided that you are ready for the exercise 
  • You don't need to follow any traffic rules - you can break signals, ride in a one way lane (from the opposite direction) ... anything goes :) as long as you don't kill yourself breaking the rules.... 
  • You can ride on the footpath .. they give way :P seriously
  • No cop is gonna stop you and ask for the license and insurance papers , nor are they going to look at you meanly and think "how can i rip this guy off?"
  • You take things slow.. go at your pace ... don't rush to a place.. 
  • Take your shades,Ipod and your phone along ---- enjoy things at your pace 
  • Super cheap maintenance ......... 
  • And the best part , it goes trinnnnn, trinnnnnnnnn :P and it has a basket 
There are a few minor , tinsy winsy , insignificant draw backs .....
  • You are not used to so much exercise (you'll get used to it)
  • Bangalore has no flat roads - none , nil, Nada --- u either go up or u go down (Phew!!)
  • Autos are a menace ... (really , they are)
Am having fun :) 

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Chocolate Sauce ...... :)

Diwali :) 
I am home was craving for ( as usual ) a nice big bar of chocolate... I had a huge tin of Coco powder at home and I thought .. why not ........ make 'CHOCOLATE SAUCE'..
Am completely inspired by the Corner House ppl ... They r the gods of chocolate sauce making .. they should be given the Nobel Chocolate Prize for Chocolate sauce making ... 
So here goes my version of the Chocolate sauce -- and no u just don't melt chocolate and pass it off as sauce (contrary to what my critics think I am a fairly decent cook)   

Ingredients
  • 10 tbsps of Sugar
  • 1 glass of Water
  • 1 1/2 tbsps of Butter
  • 1/2  Cup of Milk
  • 1 tbsp of Milk Powder
  • 1/2 a tea spoon of Vanilla Essence
How to Prepare the Sauce:
  1. Mix Sugar and water heat it, bring the syrup to a boil.
  2. Add Butter and Milk, stir well.
  3. Now add Coco Powder and Milk Powder.
  4. Stir well for 10 mins , make sure that there are no lumps.
  5. Add the Vanilla Essence and mix well.
Voila !!!! Chocolate Sauce is ready ............... Now you know what to do  :) 

Happy Chocolatey Diwali :P 

P.S - Dont beat me up for this blog 





Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Sinbad the sailor

Sinbad the Sailor - Rock on !!

Sindbad The Sailor Ek Jahaaz Mein Jab Chala …Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo…..
Doondh Raha Tha Ek Naye Duniya Ka Pata …Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo…..

Woh Anjaane Raahon Mein Tha, Woh Lehron Ki Baahon Mein Tha
Sab Ne Kaha Tha In Samandaron Mein Jaana Nahin
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo…..
Khwaabon Ke Peeche Jaake Kuch Bhi Hai Paana Nahin
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo…..

Woh Apni Hi Dhun Mein Raha, Woh Suntata Dil Ka Kahaan
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor….Sailor
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor….Sailor…

Us Ka Jahaaz Gira Tufano Mein,
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo…..
Phir Bhi Na Aayi Aandhi Us Ke Armaano Mein
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo…..
Woh Deewana Aisa Hi Tha Ooo..Woh Sapno Ka Humrahi Tha Ooo..
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor….Sailor
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor….Sailor…

Woh Kuch Paane Ki Chaah Mein, Woh Badta Rahan Raahon Mein
Gehra Samundar Tha Oonchi Oonchi Lehren
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo…..
Kasthi Acchi Acchi Bhi Mushkil Se Tehre
Mere Yaar Sunlo Sunlo…..
Woh Saahil Pe Gaa Hi Gaya Oooo, Woh Mazil Ko Paa Hi Gaya Oooo
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor….Sailor
Us Ke The Jo Sapne Wohin Us Ke The Apne, Aisa Tha Sindbad The Sailor….Sailor…

Tum Ho To Gaata Hai Dil , Tum Nahin To Geet Kahan,
Tum Ho To Hai Sab Haasil, Tum Nahin To Kya Hai Yahan
Tum Ho To Hai Sapno Ke Jaisa Haseen Ek Sama
Jo Tum Ho To Yeh Lagta Hai Ke Mil Gayi Har Khushi
Jo Tum Na Ho Yeh Lagta Hai Ke Har Khushi Mein Hai Kami
Tumko Hai Maangti Yeh Zindagi…..

Songs like these ... only Javed Akthar can compose .... brilliant brilliant song ... :)

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

General Random Questions

General Random Questions ............. no need to answer them :P . Just think about them, if you insist on answering them then keep them witty please......

1. Where do you find yourself more alone .. in a crowd or when you sit alone in a library with no one around ?? 
2. Why is it that anything that tastes extremely good is always bad for you ??
3. Why do presentations / demos refuse to work when you are presenting them ?? 
4. Why is that happiness always demands a sacrifice ?? 
5. Why do changes always happen with out notice ?? 
6. Why don't you win that free trip to Honk Kong when all your friends do ??
7. Why do you keep looking for that something that you can never explain ?? 
8. Why cant you ever decide and stick to something ?? 

I don't know these are the questions that ail me ... :) 

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Kya Swad hai Zindagi me ...................... :)

My earliest memories of TV are of Ads -Bajaj , Cadbury's , Fair and Lovely , hero honda , Pepsi, Amul ,surf, doodh ..... :) Brilliant , Brilliant Brilliant ! 
Top marks for concept and innovation , jingles were to die for .... (or maybe I am just biased here).. 
No offence to the new ad makers but the old ones were something else .. they combined fun (real fun , simple fun with no innuendos) ... with sensitivity (they touched your heart man , they simply connected to any person of any age) and kick ass concepts and presentations...
Lets face it , at that point in time (around 1980-1990) India was still not open to the global economy and had very few brands - Indian and multinational hence these advertisers had no competition (brands were so small then that, there was no competition).. the industry was so small that they needed something to get them noticed .. the retailing boom had not picked up so they needed buyers to flock to the stores ... But now .. lets not even get to now ... 
The tunes just stuck with you , you could hum them anytime anywhere , simple concepts which were made so well that you would fall in love with them over and over again , at that point in time these Cola wars were not so cut throat ... they needed to convince people a little more for them to go to the shops and buy the products , India was not too open to brands just then maybe ... what ever it was they were just superb ... 
Here are a few of my favorites , 
A very old Cadbury's ad , this girl just dances in a cricket stadium  :) ...
Remember this one ?? Mehendi - cannot open a bar of cadbury's ... :) (one of my favorites)
hamara bajaj (became a national anthem -- almost :) )
Lalitaji's Surf :D .... 
Doodh Doodh Doodh Doodh ... piyo glass full ... (hummable ... o yes )
jalebi :) ( a recent one but brilliant :))

Nostalgia .......... Sigh !!


Sunday, August 31, 2008

Lessons Learnt

I was just sitting and reflecting about what I have learnt in my stint in the IT field, for 2 whole years.... and thought I'll pen it down.
Flash back to 2 years ago , fresh out of college, dint know a thing about the industry , dint particularly care about the subject which I had graduated from . The first thing about a job is that , it puts a stamp of independence on you. For a person who is as young a fickle as I am, money i earned .. i thought was my independence. Am sure that was how most of the people thought. IT industry , people just struggle to get in (have seen a number of my friends struggle to get into the industry) it looks pretty flashy from the outside . Huge buildings (glass edifices) , huge fat salaries (or they think it is),travel, important business impact and the most important factor - how the society view the professionals , the importance they are accorded , everyone wants to join the rat race. So every young person's dream is realised when they entered the industry.
Well , I thought well am in the rat race now and was not particularly thrilled , but the glamor bug had caught me so for sometime I revelled in the fact that I was an "IT Professional".My first job was in the health care domain, dint know anything about it but knew that what they thought me in my graduation was useless here. You need to relearn(always ask myself,then why do engineering , if they make you relearn everything). So you are bundled into teams randomly and assigned a cube (private space which you share with 3 more people). And you start working, no one gives you a clear idea of whom you are working for, what exactly you are doing, you are given a requirement and you have to code. The code which will usually not meet the standards set by the American "bosses". The frantic rush of a release and late night slogging. For my entire stint in my first company , I had no clue what i was doing and no body cared to explain. All the while I was given management funda about loyalty to the company , who paid you and placed enough trust in you to do you job. By the end of the first year I was completely disillusioned with the company , it was like a factory where the shirt is already designed and kept you just inspect it and sew on the buttons.This was the case in most of the places I was told, no independent thinking , no free will. People just kept at it because of the money and did not have the courage to quit and turn to do things they wanted to do .
Indian mentality is a strange thing - its like this very fitted corset which does not allow you to breathe or move if you don't follow the standards set by someone who did something sometime ago. Its like this swarm of fire flies which are attracted to light , a swarm of them just follow it all the time , hoping for the moon. Someone does something , he is successful at that , the rest follow blindly. The great Indian Middle Class, want stability and security all the time , so take the safest and the most travelled path , that defines happiness. Security. Don't do things differently. Tried and tested methods. All this is not a bad thing, really, am not being critical, just an observation.The mentality kills the creativity and individuality from inside.
I know a lot of people who are not happy with what they do but are at it for the security it provides, money , life style ... One of those people Includes me.
I am really not sure what else I can do except be a part of this IT industry, it has been 2 years, I have jumped companies but, in the second company also i don't find that one illusive thing am looking for in my job. I don't know what it is but I know that I don't want to do this for the rest of my life , but again I don't know what i want.
Torn between stability and desire for happiness most of us youngsters just take what is given to us and make the best of it. But I don't know how long this will continue, but Isure as hell am not happy about it.
2 years and I haven't found what I am looking for but have learnt a lot.You have to work very hard to do something and nothing nothing ever comes easy ever. You need to prove yourself relentlessly if you need to get somewhere. Pro activeness is a trait and not everyone has it. Make the best of a situation. And play hard ball. Accountability, analytical approach.
These are the things that I have observed and learnt but not all of them have been implemented. Hell nothing has been implemented. I am not saying that IT is a bad place to be , but for a person who needs to be in a creative original environment , its not the place ... choose your destiny , don't let anyone choose it for you.. Here you don't make a lot of difference to anyone's life , not even your own.
I am not that kind of a person who hates computers or the industry , and I sound like some one's grand mother but it is the truth and nothing but the truth...
I think i drifted from the topic i started with and the structure is not right , but me thinks , I've said everything i meant to say :) Depressing post :P

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Rainy Tales .......... Continuation of my rainy woes !!

There is this small Indian Mythological story explaining rains ..........
As always we people like to make everything romantic and sad ... The usual --- Boy meets Girl and parents dont like the star crossed love affair and so ....... the drama begins
Well the story goes like this,

Earth was a beautiful maiden , with her blue green saree she looked stunning and had a number of admirers. Sky was this strong young and handsome man . The son of Sun.
Now what happens the mush --- they take one look at each other and fall madly in love with eachother , "Kasame vade nibhayenge hum ..." song sequences and all happen off.
But now the spoilsport enters ....... you guessed it .... the "Sun" dad. He does not really approve of the Romantic couple's intention of Gandharva Vivaha and all . So he says ... "Yeh Shaadi Nahi ho sakthi" .. the usual rona dhona .. but in this case .. the Sky relents to his father's demands and goes back to his heavenly abode.. But he never forgets his beautiful soulmate.Whenever he thinks of her , he sheds tears ... of pain . They never really got over each other and are single to this day ..

I donno how romantic this story is but it sure as hell not a happy ending... And the sky seems to be missing his earth a little too much now a days ... so too much of rain :(

Rainy Woes !!!!!!!!

And it has to rain ...
It just has to rain when you are heading out. It has to rain when you have a fun plan. It has to rain when you need to get somewhere there is no shelter. It has to rain when you just want to reach home dry and warm. It has to rain when you wear white. It has to pour when you decide to go shopping.
It has been raining like nuts in Bangalore ...
Rain has a timing in Bangalore , when ever you decide that lets leave work --- it just senses your elation and starts pouring. So you end up dragging your very wet self home.
When it rains , every two wheeler in the city with all the cars in bangalore decide that they need to get out of the unwanted showers and everyone with perfect cacophonous harmony rush to the signal.
Lets leave the down pour, even if you are dry , you managed ot escape the rain , you still dont escape the muddy showers on the road... autos,taxis --- they just seem to getsome immense satisfaction when splash all of the muddy water on the roads , on the people who are walking on the roads or are unfortunate enough to be riding on two wheelers....
So in conclusion to this post --- Dont ride a two wheeler .. dont take an auto ... basically dont plan anything for the next couple of months... until the madness stops.
Yup Damn tired of getting throughly soaked each time i head out !! :(

Saturday, July 26, 2008

The Chocolate Comfort

What gives you the most comfort when you are down and out???
Chocolate !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There is something magical about this food ( yes i call it food --- sometimes its my main course) . Its like this comfort blanket you can eat :) ....
Its raining and no power , candle light and what do you do , take a bar of delicious chocolate , sit by a window and watch the rain pitter patter , while you eat this rich delicious chocolate.
When I get bored and am in a mood for cooking (happens yes , once in a while) ... :) I just go right ahead and make some rich chocolate fudge (yum !! if i may say so) and eat it when it is warm and creamy. It just lifts you up and puts you in a better mood !! You almost think that the world is not such a bad place after all .....
Am this crazed out fan of chocolate while I know people who don't even like to come a hundred miles of the stuff. I mean how how how ?? !!! How can someone not like one of the greatest culinary delights of all time ?? Mind boggling.
Anyways I eat almost any chocolate , except those white chocolates -- call me a little biased here but coco is brown , chocolate is brown and has this delicious flavour ... so how can someone expect that white chocolate is chocolate in the conventional sense....
Anyways , any day when anyone is down and very very very disturbed -- -chocolate therapy is in order :) with a lot of silly cartoons and a nice book ... everything will be just OK !! :P

Monday, July 7, 2008

College :(

Come to think of it , it has been two years since we left college . TWO years !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I dint realise that it has been that long. Time just flies i guess when you are obsessing with deadlines , projects and things like that (not particularly important things) .... and all the while you still think that you are just out of college.
I don't know but in the back of my mind I still think that I am a fresher who is still out of college. I am not overly bothered about what I am doing and have this vague sense of uncertain future when I'll be studying again. I guess most of us think that way.
All I can think of (mostly remember) right now about college is not the exams or internals (or any other stuff for which we were there -- studies) but for everything else. The canteen -Masala dosa ,orange candy :P and dabeli , I bet a lot of people remember that. Open air Audi where we used to sit and try and force ourselves to put a lot of data into our heads before a "crucial" exam (now I know that nothing is that important)... Most of all I remember the people --- people I used to bully for a mass bunk , people who could make me laugh uncontrollably , people who could help me pass an exam , people who could make me scream out in frustration , people whom I thought I never wanted to interact with, people whom I wanted to be like , people whose problems I used to listen to , people I used to vent to .... people people people .....
It is strange how many people you come in contact with and lose touch almost immediately. It is also strange that you stay in touch with people whom you barely knew in college more than people whom you thought were close to you ... Strange -- life , people are :P
Miss college .. miss a lot of things about college but the most important of all i miss the people I used to have so much fun with.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Sundays !!

Things to do on a sunday !!
1. Sleep in late
2. Don't get out of bed till 12 .. though you are awake ..
3. If hungree eat Pulav from UD
4. Watch mindless chinese/tiwanese/japanese/ korean cartoons (ones which ve huge eyes)
5. Get on the phone asap and gossip about something for hours together ( something useless ,utterly completely useless)
6. Paint and repaint your nails ... (smell of nail polish is yum!! )
7. Read a few comics ... nice old ones ...
8. Drink nice , hot and spicy cup of tea .
9. Watch an old comedy with a lot of popcorn and bikis ...
10. Have a nice hot bath and dry your hair with a warm towel
11. Go out in the evening and have some nice pani puri ... and ice golas
12. Walk for a loooooooooooonng time ...
13. Listen to nice old tunes while walking ...
14. Plonk yourself in the park and talk for hours ... important to giggle a lot...
15. Nice hot dinner ..... preferably rasam and rice :P

Bliss !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, June 30, 2008

Louuuu Story !!

The first thing that comes to my mind when people say -- Love Story are images of old kannada movies where people keep chasing each other in parks in mindless circles.
I mean think about it, at least I , when we were growing up i thought that people in love always run around in mindless circles or squares or rectangles in some park with a lot of flowers ...
O yes the flowers!! :P
Now years later ... one of my friends told me that am a "Tikki puri Love Story" kinda person. I was like huh !! Wat!! ....
Now thinking about it , what he said is right !! I am this park haunting , tikki puri eating , walking , talking (all at the same time) kinda person. But I don’t mind coffee shops .. nice ones … quirky ones …Coffee days will do in a time crunch. But nothing beats parks and open areas. Looooooooooong rides are fun. Getting drenched in the rain is sooooper fun. MY ideal date would be a combination of all of the above . A looong ride in the rain , to a nice treeey space with Tikki puri :P
There is something innocent in the whole thing, something fun. Me thinks you connect better this way (tikki puri is too little for one person , so stealing ensues).
At heart as my friend says am a 1980’s “lover” (disgusting word that one is). True maybe :)
!980’s ya new age these dates are the best :)

Sunday, May 18, 2008

The Corn Fest

Bright overhead lights, a hospital room, surgerical instruments all around, the clean hospital smell …. A neat start to a Frankenstein style novel, but but but … it’s just a tinseey weensy surgery to remove the Corn in my toes .
Corn is a viral infection which starts in your feet ( YUCK) .. I agree … how did it happen, now that’s a story to be told.
Western Ghats.. Thickest rainforest stretch in India, Monsoon, torrential rain, horrid, wet and humid weather. We were a group of trekkers who despite odds were making our way through a stretch of thick jungles. And these guys are serious trekkers … and a friend and I had decided to tag along with them , BIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG mistake. Wrong place , wrong time and we when we set out from Bangalore thought that, this trek would be fun. Noone told us that we will trek for 35 km in torrential rains with LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEACHES for company… Dude we dint know what rough two days we were in for.
We arrive in Sagara at about 7 in the morning … all of us were oooaaahhhhing about mother nature in all her splendor. We stopped in some seedy hotel to change , all the gurus told us to take what we need and leave the rest in the bus . We , first time trekkers dint know what “everything you need” really was. According to us, deo is very important. One of those guys looked at my luggage and rolled his eyes. First sign that I was not cut out of this. ( Ignored it) . At the end of 15 minutes, all luggage packed we were ready to go,(my bag was the heaviest, was wearing Jeans--- yes I know , the worst idiot). I got my second clue that I was not supposed to be here, when an old waiter in the restaurant asked where we were headed. I happily told him, the look he gave me was --- You are a classic Idiot. I should ve packed and headed back. But ………….
And the trek began , we had guides , they belonged to some nature club. They were going to guide us through the ghats. First adventure --- a 90 degree climb DOWN to a ledge to see a waterfall in all its glory. I hate heights of any kind (It’s a trek Braniac – I know) well god bless us all . I did manage to clamber down with help and my shoes became caked with clay, dead plants and god knows what else. They were not in a position to protect my feet or give me any balance. I am surprised that I dint tumble down to my doom. Now the waterfall , beautiful. But I dint even notice it because … yes you guessed it that I was freaking out about the climb back up. Damn .. by now all of us were totally wet(yes, it had’nt stopped raining for a second) , covered in a lot of leaves and mud. We would pass off as a tribal or something.
The fun was just starting folks, LUNCH.. yes yes .. but we had to walk for another 10 km to get to the place of human habitation ( a small hut) . Interesting. By now people had begun to feel small slimy little worms climb all over them to suck their blood ------ LEACHES. They had a preference for B+ blood only. They also had a preference – female. And that would ve to be ME. They just loved my blood. My god… Rain + Shoes gone + wet heavy jeans + Leaches = Miserable me. We reach the hut and we TRY to shake those leaches off.( FAT Chance)… well we tried. By then I was exhausted, dehydrated (yes it was raining , but I could not drink water which slid off my face right), had lost quite a bit of blood. Thanks to those blood sucking monsters. After lunch we press on. We had to walk 15 km to get to the next human habitation. The locals there thought we were totally nuts. Even they would nt venture out in that weather. I had to agree with them.
Dusk was gathering and it stopped raining. We said thanks a little too fast I think. The guide decided that we ll walk though the most dangerous jungles in India at dusk without proper torches and with leaches for company. Hungry, big, ugly ones at that. And as you can guess---- they sucked me dry. Yes yes… we come to human habitation and try to get rid of them . SHIT!!! Huge ones clinging all over me . Even dogs in those areas fear to go out at that time. And we were out trekking. Yes , brilliant I know. Tried to stem the bleeding but no use. Leaches are poisonous--- when they latch on to your body and suck blood, they don’t allow blood to clot. Platelets don’t congeal . So the bites just kept bleeding. We sleep and I pray to god that everything will just be a horrid Dream. Butttttttttttt …. No it was not.
The next day we walked and walked and walked to a fort (who builds these things in places where its inaccessible ? ) And we walk through gushing torrents to get there. My poor shoes--- gone …. We get there. Now how do we get down the mountain?? Ya you guessed it, we walk through a small river which is just beginning its own journey down the mountain. So what happens to me there ?? ---- Am this huge walking pastry to those vile things. So they suck suck and suck. Finally down. Get on to the damn bus … get home.. can’t wait….. But clothes were ruined cant wear the same things again… they were stinking. Now what we do ---- buy cheap clothes. Not a place which dint hurt, not a part which was not bruised. We got back on Monday morning. In one piece surprisingly (still wondering how I survived)
Now where does the Corn fit in all this?? Well after our dear adventure, I notice a small growth in my toe, very painful but small.. I ignore it. Then after 6 months another toe has the same problem. Then I begin to see the growth in a new light. They are infections. (hallelujah) . Now rush to the doctor, who thinks the best way to remove the infection is to cut both the toes open and remove them. They are deep rooted you see. Now you see how I came to be in a surgery L .
God never forgave me for joining that trek. Nature keeps reminding me that she does not really want me around her too much . So remember – Don’t go trekking, don’t go trekking in the middle of monsoon.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

The LalBagh Walk

Not a very impressive title for a blog, agreed. But I dint know what else to call the experience.
Am a Bangalorean , born brought up here and all the beautiful parks in Bangalore were a part of my upbringing. You cannot live in Bangalore and avoid Parks.. impossible. Lalbagh and Cubbon Park happen to be the most popular and huge in terms of size and vegetation.
LalBagh is 200 odd Acres of Botanical paradise, containing a variety of exotic plants and ferns. And the best part is that it is in the heart of the city. It is a haven for joggers and exercise freaks. It is a meeting point for all the senior citizens, picnic spot for screaming kids and a good place to catch up. MTR is right next to the park , no wonder people who try to lose weight by sweating it out all morning are not too successful. After the morning jog, if you just go and order a Masala Dosa dripping in ghee , you really cannot hope to lose even a milligram.
The photographer in me , all of a sudden , in a burst of creativity , wanted to take “Nature Pics” ( O come on, I live in Bangalore… the closest I can get to nature is when am in one of the parks). So I hurry my parents into the car and we reach LalBagh at 6:45 in the evening. A wasted evening in my opinion. There wasn’t enough light to even see the bats there. Was fuming , before I could take even a couple of pics there was no light.
To work the frustration out, I just kept walking , reached the glass house which was lit. People milling all around, kids screaming, smiling, laughing, eating ice creams. They were the simple pleasures which I had almost forgotten. Days which were long forgotten, days of sunshine, sweet smelling grass and a ball. The days, when we used to go to Lalbagh as kids. In those days we had nothing else to do in Bangalore and the major eating joints were UD and MTR. Every summer a bunch of us cousins used to be taken to LalBagh as a treat, after the exam results. The whole day of feeding the rabbits and deer. Boating in the lake, rolling about in the grass, chasing each other. The day was complete when we were allowed to eat any amount of ice creams and chocolates we wanted. Puuuurrrrrrrrrrffect !!! Simple very simple …
There was a phase in between when I was this very diffident teenager. I needed to lose weight and look stick thin and wear “fashionable clothes” and the coolest thing to do then was to rush to Lalbagh with a couple of friends and jog. We always ended up doing almost nothing but chatting and giggling. Then came a phase where we just used to go to Lalbagh to see all the beautiful flower shows and generally to hang out, meet up, spend some time together.
The location of the park is really unique, it’s like the city has built itself around it. You can hear the roaring traffic outside the walls of the park, but there is a special stillness which creeps in when you are inside. It like you have entered another world and you are being rude if u make a sound. It is a living breathing entity which has its own calm personality.
Come to think of it Lalbagh has been an integral part of my life in Bangalore. There are memories which will never go away. Golden, beautiful days filled with sunshine which never will be forgotten. Dint get the pics I wanted but had a good walk down the memory lane.

Monday, May 5, 2008

Ho-Hum !! ... Dude we have a Meeting

"Concluding today's meeting ............ blah blah "
Has anyone noticed that when you attend the meetings with these senior types, your eyes automatically tend to droop as soon as you enter the room ? Out of its own voilation your brain switches off and your hands tend to simply type the words "boring" in your laptop over and over again ......
I dont know about the rest of the junta but i tend to switch off in every meeting where a stuffed shirt is talkin about the business models and how the company is doing or simply about some technical components which needed to be coded.
May it be a Stand up meeting or a sit down meeting or a half sit - half stand meeting , there is a common thing in all this ---- u pretend to listen while your brain refuses to work and there is an impossibly thick skinned person (who pretends to be oblivious to your plight) who is giving a mighty boring lecture on a topic which he "thinks" he understands.
Sad State of Affairs !!!
And there are these jokers who really actually listen to the person who is just babbling about something and these jokers ask impossibly irritating questions which usually to me, sound like --- do i know what am asking ??
And every meeting runs late and when they begin to conclude they actually start off with another unrelated topic which they think is funny ... which makes everyone smile that pain faced smile each one wondering when the idiot will stop and they can get back to work ....
A friend was mine was fuming today , she had missed her bus coz some stuffed shirt lectured them so much about some unrelated topic and the conclusion lasted for around a century...
And always when you have these meetings with associates "abroad" you are inevitably late and your counterparts are early .... sheesh!
I have nothing against meetings but keep it short and sweet ... "Come to the point dude , and do it asap" ... Noone is there to judge your public speaking skills nor are we there to judge how good a stand up comic you are ....
Yes very pissed off about meetings ....

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Ridding the Writer's Block !!!

Ahh finally , i need to welcome myself into the world of blogging. A late entry but an entery none the less. Always have thought of myself as a person who cannot write for nuts , can read enjoy good posts dare not put my thoughts on a web page . A permanent Writer's Block as I called it. It served me well till now. Now i want to express an opinion on everything ... from the current onion prices to the launch of a new satellite ....

So god bless us all ... and here goes my first post :)