Been a while since I have written anything apart from reports. I am finally back home with a new firm. Technically I may be back home, but I have literally been living out of a suitcase for the past month moving from place to another coming back home on a Saturday to pack again for the next week. It is fun, yes. But it feels as though I am not yet back home since I still get no time with loved ones or friends for that matter.
I was just making a mental note today and I realized I haven't read anything other than a newspaper for the past many weeks, so have decided that a paper back is going to be a part of my luggage for my next trip. A lot has been happening around with friends too. A lot of invitation cards announcing weddings have been coming in and I haven't been paying too much attention to at least half of them because of the travelling.
My next destination is gods own country Kerala. I intend to see the place a little while I am there . Lets hope I get to see it a little.
I am also keenly waiting for Pongal holidays to arrive and my next family tour.
I have also been thinking are we truly free after the incidents with Assange. I dont know if he is guilty or not but information which wikileaks has been providing is something people have a right to know. And I have no clue what is with the 2G spectrum. No political party is clean when it comes to telecom licenses. The situation has always been murky helping one party while causing pain to another. Whether Raja is found guilty or not, one thing is sure the tax payer has lost a lot of money which will never be recovered.
Oh yeah Manutd was on top but last weeks match was frozen out so they are one point of the top with a game in hand. Glory glory Manutd. Waiting for the Arsenal game. Hope we give the kids some lesson. Ok its 1 am and I need to go to sleep so tata. Watch this space for more
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Random Musings of a free mind-another one
It is 8:10 pm and sitting here not really in a mood to do anything my mind wanders again and has multiple thoughts.
I have been recently giving a thought very seriously about a lot of things personal and professional and soon realized sometimes we just need to take a "Chill Pill". So I have just let my life flow as it goes and seeing where I land up.
I just read a book by an Indian author( something I don't do very often). All I can say is Once upon a Time in Circa 2034 is a fun read. It is Utopian bordering to insanity at times. Seeing an India which is perfect, in fact seeing any country as perfect is indeed Utopian but then I guess Mr. Khatna just wanted to highlight the changes he wants to see in the Indian landscape and I applaud him for that since the hero does not sit on the sidelines. He decides to take hard decisions.
We are going to host one of the biggest sporting events ever but still all we can do is point faults and media seems to be gaining great mileage out of it by pointing out where we went wrong but forgetting where we are getting it right. The sad tragedy of Indian media. I think we follow the British paparazzi very closely here.
We are also very close to one historic judgement and god is the nation tense. But I wonder is the Indian youth, the future of India even bothered about the case when we have so much more to be worried about. Are these results not going to start a new series of political games where the only losers are we, Indians?
Another friend of mine moved from anonymous blogging to having her name on the blog and well I certainly know where the inspiration of the name comes from.
I saw Wall Street 2 , Gekko was certainly back but all I could feel after I came out of the cinema hall was a sense of betrayal because not only was it not as good as the first part but also the fact that the first part took us into the world of Wall Street, this one made made us sit on the sidelines to watch the traffic go.
My second attempt at writing a story is pathetic. I have torn quite a few versions of it and don't think I am going anywhere with it. In fact I have decided to give it a rest and may be start again when the flow is right.
I have been recently giving a thought very seriously about a lot of things personal and professional and soon realized sometimes we just need to take a "Chill Pill". So I have just let my life flow as it goes and seeing where I land up.
I just read a book by an Indian author( something I don't do very often). All I can say is Once upon a Time in Circa 2034 is a fun read. It is Utopian bordering to insanity at times. Seeing an India which is perfect, in fact seeing any country as perfect is indeed Utopian but then I guess Mr. Khatna just wanted to highlight the changes he wants to see in the Indian landscape and I applaud him for that since the hero does not sit on the sidelines. He decides to take hard decisions.
We are going to host one of the biggest sporting events ever but still all we can do is point faults and media seems to be gaining great mileage out of it by pointing out where we went wrong but forgetting where we are getting it right. The sad tragedy of Indian media. I think we follow the British paparazzi very closely here.
We are also very close to one historic judgement and god is the nation tense. But I wonder is the Indian youth, the future of India even bothered about the case when we have so much more to be worried about. Are these results not going to start a new series of political games where the only losers are we, Indians?
Another friend of mine moved from anonymous blogging to having her name on the blog and well I certainly know where the inspiration of the name comes from.
I saw Wall Street 2 , Gekko was certainly back but all I could feel after I came out of the cinema hall was a sense of betrayal because not only was it not as good as the first part but also the fact that the first part took us into the world of Wall Street, this one made made us sit on the sidelines to watch the traffic go.
My second attempt at writing a story is pathetic. I have torn quite a few versions of it and don't think I am going anywhere with it. In fact I have decided to give it a rest and may be start again when the flow is right.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Random Musings
It is 7 pm and this is the first time I am blogging from the train. It is so funny that while everyone else is cursing and cussing, I am actually updating my blog.
So I am back from another trip to Chennai. The return journey was too hard filled with emotion and nostalgia. Seeing your mom cry when you leave, leaves you so unhappy. I had a lot of fun in this journey. Hopefully will make another one soon to meet my school friends, meeting teddy and ofcourse my niece, who seems to know me even though she has never really spent a lot of time with me.
Back to the train journey, its so funny to see people taking out their emotions in the train. Everything that goes wrong has to be blamed on the "stupid" government.
Humans can be so funny that way, we blame our surroundings for everything that goes wrong with us.
The flight back from home to Mumbai , had a lot of people from HongKong, and they were very noisy and disturbing everyone else made me angry. When we do it abroad, we are stupid indisciplined Indians, when they do it, what do you call them?
Then there was another guy, who kept asking the air hostess from the North East, if she belonged to India. That is when I lost my cool and told him that we do have a diverse group of people who live in India and she is very much an Indian. The guy did finally get it, thank god for it.
Strangely my urge to write has gotten very strong and I have now started work on another novel, which well has just one character.
So I am back from another trip to Chennai. The return journey was too hard filled with emotion and nostalgia. Seeing your mom cry when you leave, leaves you so unhappy. I had a lot of fun in this journey. Hopefully will make another one soon to meet my school friends, meeting teddy and ofcourse my niece, who seems to know me even though she has never really spent a lot of time with me.
Back to the train journey, its so funny to see people taking out their emotions in the train. Everything that goes wrong has to be blamed on the "stupid" government.
Humans can be so funny that way, we blame our surroundings for everything that goes wrong with us.
The flight back from home to Mumbai , had a lot of people from HongKong, and they were very noisy and disturbing everyone else made me angry. When we do it abroad, we are stupid indisciplined Indians, when they do it, what do you call them?
Then there was another guy, who kept asking the air hostess from the North East, if she belonged to India. That is when I lost my cool and told him that we do have a diverse group of people who live in India and she is very much an Indian. The guy did finally get it, thank god for it.
Strangely my urge to write has gotten very strong and I have now started work on another novel, which well has just one character.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Awesomely sweet poem
Take my hand
Let us walk the world together
Let everyone see
It's you and me
Within you lies the sun, the breeze
You are my inner peace
Needing you always by my side
You are my whole life
Warmed by a fire within
Your love sets me free
Loving you from the depths of my soul
My heart is now whole
Let us walk the world together
Let everyone see
It's you and me
Within you lies the sun, the breeze
You are my inner peace
Needing you always by my side
You are my whole life
Warmed by a fire within
Your love sets me free
Loving you from the depths of my soul
My heart is now whole
Urge to write
Its so funny...Having the urge to write for quite a few days...But could come up with nothing concrete...So skipped so many topics...I had a status also that I would write something but could not get down to write anything...Life can be so funny at times...The thing you want to do the most you dont really do...The things you don't want to are the things which get priority.
There were people who suggested me stuff to write but I did not feel that topic had any heart...I mean how can anyone write anything in which you do not put both your heart and soul.
Some of the topics I thought of were -
1) Perception: How a person's perception of oneself change due to how others treat you. How perception is also time bound and how life is how you perceive it to be
2) Is life really a box of chocolates. Well it is .Its upto you. Well back to the first thought how you "perceive " it to be. You could think it to be a box of chocolates or a can of weeds. Its upto you really
3) Then my favorite topic football. I have promised myself one football entry post the world cup. I am thinking of a tribute to Klose- one of the most underrated strikers of the world
In my urge to write strangely I have written a post about just that . Its so funny, life has ways to make you exactly what you want to do after all:).
There were people who suggested me stuff to write but I did not feel that topic had any heart...I mean how can anyone write anything in which you do not put both your heart and soul.
Some of the topics I thought of were -
1) Perception: How a person's perception of oneself change due to how others treat you. How perception is also time bound and how life is how you perceive it to be
2) Is life really a box of chocolates. Well it is .Its upto you. Well back to the first thought how you "perceive " it to be. You could think it to be a box of chocolates or a can of weeds. Its upto you really
3) Then my favorite topic football. I have promised myself one football entry post the world cup. I am thinking of a tribute to Klose- one of the most underrated strikers of the world
In my urge to write strangely I have written a post about just that . Its so funny, life has ways to make you exactly what you want to do after all:).
Friday, June 4, 2010
Random Musings of a free mind
Another Friday at office and back at 8...Decide for my flat mates that we are going to Rajneeti...Book the tickets and we leave...The movie was fairly good and now its 3 in the night and i still don't feel sleepy..So random musings.
I just realized that insomnia has struck my life again...Haven't slept a lot the whole week and the trend looks like its going to continue....Strangely at this point of the night sitting all alone to myself there is so much randomness in my thoughts that it may seem like my entropy is the one of the highest. I am thinking about life -what do I want in life...Is it money or something else...Well the mind and the heart is never satisfied..Next up love..Love is very important but not on my agenda right now...But does love need an agenda...It certainly does and my dairy does not have dates for it :)...
Oh yeah I read a new Grisham book Theodore Boone, pretty decent 3/5 but Grisham's midas touch is gone ....My book is on its last stage and look like should be closing it out in a week..Hopefully i'll publish parts of it on this space...Watch out 4 more on this space 4 it
I just realized that insomnia has struck my life again...Haven't slept a lot the whole week and the trend looks like its going to continue....Strangely at this point of the night sitting all alone to myself there is so much randomness in my thoughts that it may seem like my entropy is the one of the highest. I am thinking about life -what do I want in life...Is it money or something else...Well the mind and the heart is never satisfied..Next up love..Love is very important but not on my agenda right now...But does love need an agenda...It certainly does and my dairy does not have dates for it :)...
Oh yeah I read a new Grisham book Theodore Boone, pretty decent 3/5 but Grisham's midas touch is gone ....My book is on its last stage and look like should be closing it out in a week..Hopefully i'll publish parts of it on this space...Watch out 4 more on this space 4 it
Saturday, May 29, 2010
On the wings of an eagle,
My love for you flies.
Soaring higher and higher,
And touching the skies.
I reached up above,
And pulled a star from the sky.
To place it within,
Your precious minds eye.
To dwell there forever,
As my love for you.
On the wings of our love,
Enduring and true.
I honour you my darling,
With all that I am.
Please darling please,
Will you be the women in my life?
There are so many things,
My heart wants to say.
I love you sweetheart,
There is no other way.
A poem without a title by an unknown author
My love for you flies.
Soaring higher and higher,
And touching the skies.
I reached up above,
And pulled a star from the sky.
To place it within,
Your precious minds eye.
To dwell there forever,
As my love for you.
On the wings of our love,
Enduring and true.
I honour you my darling,
With all that I am.
Please darling please,
Will you be the women in my life?
There are so many things,
My heart wants to say.
I love you sweetheart,
There is no other way.
A poem without a title by an unknown author
Random Musings of a free mind is back :)
Its a Saturday afternoon in my flat in Mumbai, two weeks into my job and today I have nothing to do. Absolutely, nothing to do.
Just went around to college to collect my certis and had an empty feeling. No emotions, no nothing and that struck me, why no emotions. I could not give an answer. I just felt no emotions.
Now I am in the fast paced world racing against time to win the rat race and I am just on the first lap. But that does not mean you don’t meet friends. I met a very special friend a few days back and also my flat buddies and myself make it a point to go out every weekend to enjoy the week and spend our new found riches. Of course they are not really riches. As my friend would say we are poor people of corporates. We are truly the cattle class.
And then there has been a line in the movie Dead Poet’s Society that has been doing rounds in my head. Carpe Diem boys, Seize the moment, Make your life extraordinary.
My story seems to be nearing its end. Arun and Prachi are almost back together and I am 10 years ahead from this day and I can’t really visualise beyond it so I think it should get over now. What started as a 3 page story is now a 103 page story and by the time Arun and Prachi decide to confess I think it would be a 150 pager.
Just went around to college to collect my certis and had an empty feeling. No emotions, no nothing and that struck me, why no emotions. I could not give an answer. I just felt no emotions.
Now I am in the fast paced world racing against time to win the rat race and I am just on the first lap. But that does not mean you don’t meet friends. I met a very special friend a few days back and also my flat buddies and myself make it a point to go out every weekend to enjoy the week and spend our new found riches. Of course they are not really riches. As my friend would say we are poor people of corporates. We are truly the cattle class.
And then there has been a line in the movie Dead Poet’s Society that has been doing rounds in my head. Carpe Diem boys, Seize the moment, Make your life extraordinary.
My story seems to be nearing its end. Arun and Prachi are almost back together and I am 10 years ahead from this day and I can’t really visualise beyond it so I think it should get over now. What started as a 3 page story is now a 103 page story and by the time Arun and Prachi decide to confess I think it would be a 150 pager.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Random Musings of a busy mind-Part 1
Yes, there is a change in the title. The mind is no longer free. After two years of relaxation sipping coffee in the morning, not caring about what life has in store; now it is time to get down to serious business.
Well I sit in the office thinking of what I can do to make a difference.I just don't want to be another cog in the machine. I want to be a cog that makes a difference and no this is not an interview answer. I came up with a couple of ideas and with just a bit of diligence, they were back to the drawing board. Not that I am giving up. Giving up is not in my dictionary.
Its 3 pm and my mind moves towards the memoirs of the class that was truly apart. Had fun reading it.
I got down to reading Doctors again ...I can't imagine how many books I'll re-read but strangely I am loving it.
I have been getting down to writing a couple of lines again. Hopefully will be posting something soon.
Guess what the story is almost complete. Arun and Prachi seem to be happy moving their own different ways. But life has many twists and turns. Till they meet next time, I'll continue to write.
Well I sit in the office thinking of what I can do to make a difference.I just don't want to be another cog in the machine. I want to be a cog that makes a difference and no this is not an interview answer. I came up with a couple of ideas and with just a bit of diligence, they were back to the drawing board. Not that I am giving up. Giving up is not in my dictionary.
Its 3 pm and my mind moves towards the memoirs of the class that was truly apart. Had fun reading it.
I got down to reading Doctors again ...I can't imagine how many books I'll re-read but strangely I am loving it.
I have been getting down to writing a couple of lines again. Hopefully will be posting something soon.
Guess what the story is almost complete. Arun and Prachi seem to be happy moving their own different ways. But life has many twists and turns. Till they meet next time, I'll continue to write.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Random musings of an absolutely free mind- part whatever
Its 12:19 am and I have nothing to do, so I get down to writing another Random Musing. Only to realise I have forgotten the number but what the hell, it is not an action series is it.
So I start reading a classic and I realise how difficult it is to read one for a person who likes to finish books in one sitting. I happened to re-read a very beautiful poem recently, written by another unknown writer and I must admit I am as spell bound by the writer now as I was then. So much emotion. I don't think it would be write to post the poem here without the person's permission (don't want to get stuck in a plagiarism row frankly :)).
My roommate and I got into some serious cricket discussion this morning (ask my roommate what it was :)) and all he could say at the end of the day was "Tu kaali zubaan hai be".
I am in the last chapter of my student life , the last month, the last 20 days actually, but strangely I feel nothing like I felt when I was leaving my engineering college. I feel no sense of loss, no sense of achievement, infact I don't feel anything.
I ask myself the key takeaway of the two years, stangely the answer comes instantanously and it is not what I thought it would be.
I still feel like a rudderless ship which is lost and does not have its compass, don't know where I am going.
Have I enjoyed the journey? Every bit of it. Am I enjoying the destination? No. Am I ready for another journey, the next one in the real world? Ofcourse. Have I charted the course I am going to take? No.
Why I ask myself why? I can see it clearly. There are two paths I can choose between. The path that is agressive, which I always thought was my dream. The other one which is the chicken's way out. I am torn between the two don't know which one to choose. But now it seems destiny seems to be choosing the path for me and I have no role to play in it. Like a famous author once said "All world is a stage and all men and women are merely players", it seems there is a force just toying with my dreams, aspirations and choosing a path for me.
What also hurts me is that somehow there are lots of people suffering but many people blaming me for their suffering. How can I be the reason for their failures I ask? I don't get answers obviously.
Oh yeah, the book of love of Arun and Prachi is taking shape, and after friends telling me there should be masala for it to be a worthy read, I have decided lets do it. I have not added the "masala" to the original love story but have decided to continue Arun's journey. Lets see where it leads us. From Arun and Prachi's story its becoming a story of Arun, which has now become a story of love and dreams from just love, but it is still predominantly a love story.
Ofcourse let me remind you these are random musings, which are just well...random. Till next time let the randomness continue.
So I start reading a classic and I realise how difficult it is to read one for a person who likes to finish books in one sitting. I happened to re-read a very beautiful poem recently, written by another unknown writer and I must admit I am as spell bound by the writer now as I was then. So much emotion. I don't think it would be write to post the poem here without the person's permission (don't want to get stuck in a plagiarism row frankly :)).
My roommate and I got into some serious cricket discussion this morning (ask my roommate what it was :)) and all he could say at the end of the day was "Tu kaali zubaan hai be".
I am in the last chapter of my student life , the last month, the last 20 days actually, but strangely I feel nothing like I felt when I was leaving my engineering college. I feel no sense of loss, no sense of achievement, infact I don't feel anything.
I ask myself the key takeaway of the two years, stangely the answer comes instantanously and it is not what I thought it would be.
I still feel like a rudderless ship which is lost and does not have its compass, don't know where I am going.
Have I enjoyed the journey? Every bit of it. Am I enjoying the destination? No. Am I ready for another journey, the next one in the real world? Ofcourse. Have I charted the course I am going to take? No.
Why I ask myself why? I can see it clearly. There are two paths I can choose between. The path that is agressive, which I always thought was my dream. The other one which is the chicken's way out. I am torn between the two don't know which one to choose. But now it seems destiny seems to be choosing the path for me and I have no role to play in it. Like a famous author once said "All world is a stage and all men and women are merely players", it seems there is a force just toying with my dreams, aspirations and choosing a path for me.
What also hurts me is that somehow there are lots of people suffering but many people blaming me for their suffering. How can I be the reason for their failures I ask? I don't get answers obviously.
Oh yeah, the book of love of Arun and Prachi is taking shape, and after friends telling me there should be masala for it to be a worthy read, I have decided lets do it. I have not added the "masala" to the original love story but have decided to continue Arun's journey. Lets see where it leads us. From Arun and Prachi's story its becoming a story of Arun, which has now become a story of love and dreams from just love, but it is still predominantly a love story.
Ofcourse let me remind you these are random musings, which are just well...random. Till next time let the randomness continue.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
A blurb of a book - a love story
This is a story of love. This is a story of love of the mango people -" the aam aadmi". This is a story of Arun and Prachi. A story of two people who complimented each other.
More than anything else it is a story of friendship. Yes, Arun and Prachi were friends. Best friends. It was not as though they did not need anyone else. They had other friends too. But there was something between the two of them. They felt incomplete without each other.
They grew up in different cities far away from each other but still were very close. They fell in love when they realised what love meant. Nothing mattered to them more than the fact that they were enjoying their today with each other. Ah! but this love story also was not meant to be. They were seperated.
They resisted but could not succeed as this was no fairy tale. But did the spark of love die down? Would their friendship die down? How did Arun react when Prachi went away? Did he truly feel love was the heart of life? Or did he move on to become the person his sweetheart would have wanted him to become?
More than anything else it is a story of friendship. Yes, Arun and Prachi were friends. Best friends. It was not as though they did not need anyone else. They had other friends too. But there was something between the two of them. They felt incomplete without each other.
They grew up in different cities far away from each other but still were very close. They fell in love when they realised what love meant. Nothing mattered to them more than the fact that they were enjoying their today with each other. Ah! but this love story also was not meant to be. They were seperated.
They resisted but could not succeed as this was no fairy tale. But did the spark of love die down? Would their friendship die down? How did Arun react when Prachi went away? Did he truly feel love was the heart of life? Or did he move on to become the person his sweetheart would have wanted him to become?
Friday, January 22, 2010
Characters of DAV-batch of 2003
Its been a long time since we passed out...Generally people write about it after a decade but what the heck its been 7 years thats long engh and some of the characters im talking about left school pre-2003 so that makes it a decade does'nt. Engh of justifications already , coming to the point. Here goes.
First and foremost the person who was responsible for me to write this, our very own Leander Paes, if it had'ne been for stupid university rules I am sure we would have seen him beating Fedex today and making the country proud. Never the less, Vasu would still make us proud. And yeah he is a person reponsible for a stitch I got thanks to fight with him in class 9. A champ in his own right.
Mr. Color Plus himself, the champ of Unreal Tournament, the only person who keeps so silent that you would'nt know that he were in the room, no wonder the two of us got along like chalk and cheese.
Mr. Casanova, the IMT guy was one person who would be found with people from other schools in IIT-JEE classes and would be with a new girl everytime you saw him. You guessed it right, you know who it is.
How can I forget Chitra Nagesh's two loves- the two chics- Murg and Chic. The people who completed Chitra Nagesh's day.
Oh the most popular guy in school - Mr. Singh is King, an absolute sensation, ask songi, Naresh, BC. Their love was unparralled. Amazing dude though, what intellect.
Geek turned Marine Engineer-what a transformation. Compare his pics from what 6th standard to now and u'll know the difference.
Mr. Billi as a teacher would call him, was a person who would be a participant in every activity and was the person responsible for so many of my nicknames.
Memory Plus as we used to call him, was a Chatur of our class, the person who could mug like no one culd imagine, but he would say I don't mug. I guess he was right, after all Cornell did come calling.
Mr. Flirt master himself , deserves a special mention since he says I am his guru but in actuality he is and I am just on the first floor as he would call it.
The guy who used to come to school in Mercedes Benz back in 1999, the silent rockstar, absolute gem and the quitest guy you can meet.
He, shares his name with Kirten Stewart in Twilight, yes we called him Bella, an absolute champ.
The studious guy of the class, the guy who would study the hardest and had all the makings of an entreprenuer from day 1- MR. Doshi.
The smartest guy in class, amazing camradrie with evryone and the best part is no one would know he was that smart till the marks arrived- Srinivas Rangan
No other person can have a dextrous face like our own cake face- MR. Venkat
Gaudi Bum and Prathap where famous for their "FISHY" affairs.
Dr. Hari was a love of the life of a hindi teacher, she claimed he would top Hindi and "Hindi Bhasyi bachon ko sharam aani chahiye" with reference to me, whatever an absolutly great friend.
NCC gold medallist could never see eye to eye with any math teacher be it Kalpakkam or Parvatty Kriparam.
Kishore did the unthinkabble in 6th or was it 7th, he almost burst open another person's bladder mistaking the balls for cricket balls :). Vasu claims he hit him. Sid though is now a successful entreprenuer.
How can someone learn Japanese with such ease still beats me, but this guy could, the silent guy of the class- Anand
Mushy, a absolute icon at math and a body builder par excellence.
CL at one point was the shortest in class and had a squeskiest voice, ah but IIT-IIM none the less...Hopefully the next Bhagat
Who can forget Mr. Ghosh, he could eat any rodent on the planet and was the love of Songi's life.
Chou Chou as he was called was one person who cannot be forgotten for his huge waist size. It is rumored that it took two trousers to make one of his :).
Numerolgy changed his name from Shiv Shankar to Ambigainath( PS: my friends from the north please try to pronounce this name) but did it change his fortune no way. He was always the topper.
And last but not the least-Mua. Well what do I say about myself, but in the words of my dear friend I was the one and only "Tod Phod" of DAV.
I have just retained my list to people who were in DAV-"A School with a difference"- all their lives. Of course the list can't be exhausitive, I've just named people who I remember.
Of course, I bugged Vasu for an hour to scratch his head and come up with everyone's names, so he gets the largest space :)..Sorry if I missed anyone...Vasu is to blame for it, not me
First and foremost the person who was responsible for me to write this, our very own Leander Paes, if it had'ne been for stupid university rules I am sure we would have seen him beating Fedex today and making the country proud. Never the less, Vasu would still make us proud. And yeah he is a person reponsible for a stitch I got thanks to fight with him in class 9. A champ in his own right.
Mr. Color Plus himself, the champ of Unreal Tournament, the only person who keeps so silent that you would'nt know that he were in the room, no wonder the two of us got along like chalk and cheese.
Mr. Casanova, the IMT guy was one person who would be found with people from other schools in IIT-JEE classes and would be with a new girl everytime you saw him. You guessed it right, you know who it is.
How can I forget Chitra Nagesh's two loves- the two chics- Murg and Chic. The people who completed Chitra Nagesh's day.
Oh the most popular guy in school - Mr. Singh is King, an absolute sensation, ask songi, Naresh, BC. Their love was unparralled. Amazing dude though, what intellect.
Geek turned Marine Engineer-what a transformation. Compare his pics from what 6th standard to now and u'll know the difference.
Mr. Billi as a teacher would call him, was a person who would be a participant in every activity and was the person responsible for so many of my nicknames.
Memory Plus as we used to call him, was a Chatur of our class, the person who could mug like no one culd imagine, but he would say I don't mug. I guess he was right, after all Cornell did come calling.
Mr. Flirt master himself , deserves a special mention since he says I am his guru but in actuality he is and I am just on the first floor as he would call it.
The guy who used to come to school in Mercedes Benz back in 1999, the silent rockstar, absolute gem and the quitest guy you can meet.
He, shares his name with Kirten Stewart in Twilight, yes we called him Bella, an absolute champ.
The studious guy of the class, the guy who would study the hardest and had all the makings of an entreprenuer from day 1- MR. Doshi.
The smartest guy in class, amazing camradrie with evryone and the best part is no one would know he was that smart till the marks arrived- Srinivas Rangan
No other person can have a dextrous face like our own cake face- MR. Venkat
Gaudi Bum and Prathap where famous for their "FISHY" affairs.
Dr. Hari was a love of the life of a hindi teacher, she claimed he would top Hindi and "Hindi Bhasyi bachon ko sharam aani chahiye" with reference to me, whatever an absolutly great friend.
NCC gold medallist could never see eye to eye with any math teacher be it Kalpakkam or Parvatty Kriparam.
Kishore did the unthinkabble in 6th or was it 7th, he almost burst open another person's bladder mistaking the balls for cricket balls :). Vasu claims he hit him. Sid though is now a successful entreprenuer.
How can someone learn Japanese with such ease still beats me, but this guy could, the silent guy of the class- Anand
Mushy, a absolute icon at math and a body builder par excellence.
CL at one point was the shortest in class and had a squeskiest voice, ah but IIT-IIM none the less...Hopefully the next Bhagat
Who can forget Mr. Ghosh, he could eat any rodent on the planet and was the love of Songi's life.
Chou Chou as he was called was one person who cannot be forgotten for his huge waist size. It is rumored that it took two trousers to make one of his :).
Numerolgy changed his name from Shiv Shankar to Ambigainath( PS: my friends from the north please try to pronounce this name) but did it change his fortune no way. He was always the topper.
And last but not the least-Mua. Well what do I say about myself, but in the words of my dear friend I was the one and only "Tod Phod" of DAV.
I have just retained my list to people who were in DAV-"A School with a difference"- all their lives. Of course the list can't be exhausitive, I've just named people who I remember.
Of course, I bugged Vasu for an hour to scratch his head and come up with everyone's names, so he gets the largest space :)..Sorry if I missed anyone...Vasu is to blame for it, not me
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Random musings of an absolutely free mind-Part Whatever
Ok so the time is 3 am ..Have nothing to do. Am bored of cribbing and writing memoirs for friends. So back to my own space on cyberspace.
Just wondering do I make up 0.00000000000000001% of the entire cyberspace. Wow that makes one feel so small does'nt it. But are we significant. Well from the head count of the people reading my blog, I certainly don't think so, but WHATEVA, I am significant in my own eyes.
So I had another GD and cleared it again only for the same story to be repeated. I positively screwed the interview and even the K-series Doyens don't want me. Well atleast my 80 year old institution has just begun opening its otherwise folded hands to me. Good sign, may be ; may be not. May be the wind is just guiding my sail towards my ultimate destiny. Or may be I am just talking like a sore loser. May be I am not a loser, may be others are winners. Just because others win, I don't loose, do I? In the pasrt few days , I have heard a lot that "You are good but may be this company does not fit you, may be the profile does not suit you". I sit back and contempalate after every interview and then say F*@# I&. Then I sit and post something on fb.
Now coming to the memoirs. I must admit , what i thought would be a dull drab activity has turned interesting. People have written good stuff about everyone . Ha A is so smart, he is a fin genius etc. and then my dear friend H writes that I am his dearest friend. Made my day.
I sat down and decided to make my own memoir. Will post that soon and the story I was writing is finally complete and guess what the ending is still sad. I don't know why I can't get Arun and Prachi to live happily ever after. May be I'll add another chapter. On the other hand may be I'll let destiny takes its course
Just wondering do I make up 0.00000000000000001% of the entire cyberspace. Wow that makes one feel so small does'nt it. But are we significant. Well from the head count of the people reading my blog, I certainly don't think so, but WHATEVA, I am significant in my own eyes.
So I had another GD and cleared it again only for the same story to be repeated. I positively screwed the interview and even the K-series Doyens don't want me. Well atleast my 80 year old institution has just begun opening its otherwise folded hands to me. Good sign, may be ; may be not. May be the wind is just guiding my sail towards my ultimate destiny. Or may be I am just talking like a sore loser. May be I am not a loser, may be others are winners. Just because others win, I don't loose, do I? In the pasrt few days , I have heard a lot that "You are good but may be this company does not fit you, may be the profile does not suit you". I sit back and contempalate after every interview and then say F*@# I&. Then I sit and post something on fb.
Now coming to the memoirs. I must admit , what i thought would be a dull drab activity has turned interesting. People have written good stuff about everyone . Ha A is so smart, he is a fin genius etc. and then my dear friend H writes that I am his dearest friend. Made my day.
I sat down and decided to make my own memoir. Will post that soon and the story I was writing is finally complete and guess what the ending is still sad. I don't know why I can't get Arun and Prachi to live happily ever after. May be I'll add another chapter. On the other hand may be I'll let destiny takes its course
Friday, January 1, 2010
A new year
I had almost made up my mind that I would not celebrate the new year. Why celebrate it? Its after all just another day. There is nothing new that has happened. I have not become rich all of a sudden. Nor has my life changed in any way. All that has happened is that the clock has ticked further towards eventuality of human life.
But then I realised why it was a reason to celebrate. The new year brings hope. The clock goes back to zero, so it is a symbol of new beginning. A fresh beginning to correct the wrongs. A fresh beginning to welcome with some old and some new friends.
Ok so i thought what should I resolve to do this new year. And the answer was obvious. I need not have thought anymore.
But then I realised why it was a reason to celebrate. The new year brings hope. The clock goes back to zero, so it is a symbol of new beginning. A fresh beginning to correct the wrongs. A fresh beginning to welcome with some old and some new friends.
Ok so i thought what should I resolve to do this new year. And the answer was obvious. I need not have thought anymore.
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