Oh Mumbai!!

Let's not forget those 59 hours

Let's not forget the gunshots, the blasts and the screams of people

Let's not forget the cries of the 3 year old boy longing for his mother

Let's not forget the outrageous comments of our politicians

Let's not move on and praise ourselves on our spirit

Let's not make 183 another statistic

Let's ensure that our soldiers and policemen didn't die in vain

Let's change ourselves and change our country

this and that

I suddenly remembered the password of an email id I had created when in school. and suprisingly it opened. Hail Rediff! It had some 400-500 unread mail mostly from Nigerians offering to transfer some money to my account. There were a couple of mails from FIITJEE, for their classroom programmes. Some people still had hope. Though the mail brought back from sweet bitter memories of "those days".
and yeah the id goes by the name cooladi1@rediffmail.com.
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I rode from office to home on my bike yesterday and in peak traffic. and managed it quite well. I ride it quite well now
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Haven't smoked for the past 3 days now. Thanks to Ramadoss and the fact that I am at home
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When September ends....

A lot has happened since the last time I wrote something here. Some of them are positive, most unfortunately are negative. I'll try and jot them down

• A dear friend stopped talking me. For no reason. Or maybe its like that Saint Gobain glass, crystal clear, and thats the irony coz u can never be sure its there
• I bought a bike, after a spending a fortnight struggling to ride it, losing its papers, meeting with an accident, wandering about in Gurgaon to find a helmet shop, I have finally begun to get a hang of it.
• I have started wearing glasses. Most people didn't even notice it. They all said it appeared I always wore specs. Now what the hell is that supposed to mean.
• Life on the work front has been pathetic. There was just too much work in office over the past 1- 1.5 months or so. and I am not writing about it here.
• With CAT nearing (just about 45 more days) to go, its just getting on my nerves. Though I am sure this time I am much better prepared than the previous two times. I hope I keep my cool on the D day.

I have taken the next week off from work and hope to spend some quality time at home. and there is Goa coming up December. So that something to look forward to. and yeah September is about to end, so its high time I woke up:)

itna andhera kyun hai bhai!!!

My worst fears are coming true.. I am going to wear specs..urrrgghhhhh. But I guess people look intellectual when they wear specs..
Though in all it does confirm one thing.. I am short sighted

Insomnia

Whenever most of us look back at our childhood we are reminded of joyous and carefree times. We are reminded of loving and caring parents. But not everyone is as lucky. Some people associate childhood with hardship, abuse, trauma, exploitation. I heard one such horrifying story the other night. I have not been able to sleep since

What to write

I have this opened this window many times mostly by thought that I should write something on my blog rather than the thought, that wow! this is something great and I should write something about this here. This is how I have dealt with my blog over 15 months of its existence. I simply cannot figure out what to write here.
but what the heck! I guess I'll give it a shot anyways. I guess I'll write about something I have been thinking a lot over during past few days. Bikes.
I have always wanted one but i have never known how to ride one. One part of me sees the man and his machine as symbiotic creatures ready to take on the world. The other part is too lazy (read ashamed) to ask someone else to teach him how to ride one. Ironical isn't it. but that's how it is. However, I have finally got my new license made (the previously was in the wallet which got stolen in a blueline and now must be the property of some truck driver in Punjab) and that has given a new lease of life to the knight rider. So hopefully very soon I shall be the proud owner of gleaming new machine. (but before that i have learn properly how to ride one)

a strange feeling

Yesterday, I longed to see someone really badly.. So much so that it was all that I thought of the whole day..This hasn't happened to me in the recent past.... I am not even sure whether the other person feels the same way.. I think its better to think of other things as of now..

of dorks and other people

So far I have refrained from writing anything about office on the blog, primarily because I never felt as if there was something significant enough to write. I mean there is nothing really exciting about jumping from one project to another, making drab client friendly presentations, formatting them and then reformatting them (something i really suck at and totally detest, much to the frustration of my project managers) and then writing the same old emails to the client which in which you write the same old crap which you wrote last time albeit re framed and restructured (and somehow the dork still doesn't get you or pretends not to get you). So all I could probably write here was how overloaded I am work, how desperate we are here to "delight" the dorks , how I think I am surrounded by nincompoops (who probably think the same about me), how I am frustrated with this dork and that dork and so on and yeah about how underpaid we are for the amount of work we do (though I doubt the number of employees in this world who feel otherwise would even make a minuscule fraction). All this is something which I won't like to mull over when not in office, so why the hell would I write about all this here.
But, as they say with good things, you hardly realise them when they are happening to you and that is something which is probably happening to me right now. I have grown up and that is thanks to office, though I still have miles to catch up with most people my age (somehow the kid in me always stops me from doing so). Office has done wonders to the way I think, the way I write, the way I talk (though the kid keeps popping out time and again). I could barely structure my thoughts earlier; jumping from one idea to another like walking barefoot on a hot roof. I think now after good eight hard months of toil and labour the roof is beginning to cool down and so am I . and yeah I have met a few people here with some truly enviable traits; some of them I hope to possess one day. So I guess I will probably bear with the dorks for the moment, there is much to learn here :). Office isn't that bad after all. and yeah that would mean writing more about it and so I would...

yuhuuuu

raghu dixit rocks... so does mysore se aayi woh...
mysore se aayi woh... dil yeh chura ke le gayi.....
awesome song.. awesome album actlly... too good...
and pheni rocks too.... its really good.. i am high... yuuhhuuuu

biography of a loser

I have always struggled to find something about which I am really passionate about in my life.. Nothing has ever interested me so much that I have taken a plunge and decided to purusue as my sole aim in life. I once thought that Cricket was one, but later realised that I was only a little better than mediocre, so left it. I suck at all types of creative art so music , fine arts were all ruled out. As a kid I was fond of reading, really fond of it, but later left it as I felt I was being forced to read by my parents. I agree a really strange reason to leave reading. (Fortunately, thanks to a dear friend I have started reading again). In college I took a liking to jogging, used to regularly go for jogs during my second year, but then again left as laziness took control of my life. I guess thats how my life has been so far, full of half attempts, full of well intended pursuits, which somehow loses steam half way through.

But I am determined to change all this now, as I will now go full throttle towards aim .. my goal . .my passion.. my lakshya (it incidentally is one of my fav hindi movie).. I will and I will get it.. as soon as I decide what it is