Me Myself and the crazy world

The weather is just like back home when winter started. Miss those winter days of, the steaming cup of hot tea which I could have both when mummy made and when bua made. The days of endless. meaningless walks on canal road, when every few steps led to a meeting with another friend. The days when we were free to create all that laughter and ruckus on the road, the way Bulli would cry out the honourable salutation of "Bhai ko", God alone knows what that meant but that was our way of saying rather shouting a powerful hello. I remember the woolen cap that mummy wanted me to wear and I would'nt. And to top it Kamal would come wearing one, showing off as an example. I remember the occasional momos and soup. The days of miscalls. When we wanted to be independent. When we took tutions to earn and get that sense of independence. The days when we earned and spent without a thought, for it was for spending that we earned. Yet we saved. Those were the days when Kamal would miscall me...

Ever since I sold off my own bike, I have been riding different ones of my friends. The biking trips do not seem to get deterred and we keep riding kilometers over kilometers. Let's first visit some fast facts; I am always afraid of sitting pillion because of two reasons. I do not know how to sit comfortably as pillion and I believe more in myself as the rider rather than leaving my life in the hands of the other rider. But then, I cannot keep riding all the time. So recently I rode a Karizma and an Avenger and here is my take on these two bikes. Had been, occasionally, riding that Karizma for some time, now. Yesterday was no different. As ever propounded by Hero Honda, Karizma is one powerful bike with good looks. It rides high and fast but even after riding it multiple times, I could never get the hang of this bike. The very first problem that it poses is the sheer height of this thing which moves the CG very high. The bike never seems safe to me above 80 KMPH. It's not that ...

Just as the chapter in Pune nears it's end, things that I waited for long are getting born... So is born a new group in Infy, the UKG group. The group is a common platform for those who belong to the land of gods, Uttarakhand, and are working with Infosys. Had been searching for one such platform for my last four years stint in Infosys and ever since I was posted in Pune. And as fate has it, the group has come up with a bang and not any whimper, just recently... "Recently" is the time when I am all set to pack my bags and move on from Pune, and explore some new places. When four years of hard effort has brought lot of fun, accolades, responsibility and fame (maybe I am also infamous in certain circles, but fine with me. God and Devil, incarnate, that I am). And all I think of is "Oh my god! There were so many of us living in our own holes in Pune, never aware of the hole next door". Till now, I had only met Hemant and Gaurav, in Pune, who were actually my buddie...

Had a tryst with people who need to be "told". There is no lacking of those in the world around, is a fact. People need others to "tell them" instead of being decisive enough to know. The growing demand and popularity of these so called God men is a clear indication of where the world is headed. They are self proclaimed "God men" that mob turns towards to be told. These men tell the mob what is right and what is wrong. They tell them the path to the correct way of life. And the mob follows. But the question arises, why to follow? Who told them what is right and what is wrong? Who told them that what they consider a sin, is actually so? Yesterday itself, I heard a sane man argue with Baba Ramdev regarding his statement against Gays. Evidently, as ever the God man put forth his decision, instead of putting forth an argument. Not that I am against all these God men. Some of them are really doing well, such as Ramdev himself who is "teaching" yoga. W...

Startup: The eyes open and the fan's whirring. It's dark outside the window and I have just broken from my deep reverie. Surprisingly the light in the living room is switched on. How can that be? Usually I am the one who sleeps late on weekends then who's up now? Habitually I pick up my phone lying next to me on bed. I check the time and it says 2030. OK. I just keep it back. And then it hits me. 2030, how come? I pick up my other phone and it's also showing 2030. Thoughts stream through the mind. What happened? Where did the day go away? It was Saturday night that I was sleeping through so how can it be 2030. Did I sleep through the entire Sunday. Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!! It can't be. Did I waste an entire day sleeping. Booting: The executables start running one by one. The system started restoring. Secondary storage charged up. No. I had not wasted the Sunday. No I had not slept through the entire Sunday. I remember now, it was Sunday afternoon whe...

The Precursor (The year of passing out my 11 th standard. Year 1999): I had had my maiden "alone" travelling trip to my hometown, last year. This year demanded something more from me. This was the same year that Rahul bhaiyya had completed his 12 th and out of the blue we decided to visit Purnagiri. The plan was set, and the five of us completed the trip on the full moon of May. We came back with loads of knowledge from the trip, which would come handy in the year to come. The days that were (The year of passing out 12 th standard. Year 2000): Last year we had made the voyage to Purnagiri under the supervision of Bhaiyya log. This was our year, our time, our entrance into the world of adults. Who had thought I would resent it so much now. Maybe those who we were, all of us share that resentment. Still those were the days and Santosh and I were learned ones from the experiences of the year before. And the gang became larger and larger. It started with Santosh, Deepak and I,...

Reading this blog post can be injurious to sense and sensibility The Friday had started signaling about the coming onslaught of madness, since early morning. 0800 hrs: I check my watch and find myself still in bed. It's raining outside and the weather was awesome. The idea of facing another day of work holed up inside the office, away from the cool breeze propelled the desire for making the most of this day. After all what life would it be if we didn't enjoy the days that can be (NOM to the other days when it's so hot outside that one can fry omlettes on my head). And heck I am late for office. 0815 hrs: There is no water for the bath. I had slept late last night just because I had turned on the water pump to fill up the overhead tank. I had reached home, late on Thursday night, thanks to the project that is ready for changes when even existing problems are not resolved. What am I? God… (Maybe :P. Aham Brahmasmi. Wah wah!!!). Had realized late, only after I had my dinner, t...