Tuesday, November 27, 2007

2-L


Notice the cool Joe Satriani poster and the ultra-L cubicle number.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Umm...


Who says religion cannot be fun?

Dinner

There's a nice sparkling red-wine to go with the pasta - lasagna. Soft music plays in the background. The lighting is a little dim but just right - it doesn't intrude. The soup was magnificent, but what was worth remembering was her trying to blow on it to cool it down. She picks up the wine glass and swishes the wine inside. Her voice is music. Specially, when she tell me how much she is enjoying this. The wind brings with it the tangy smell of the sea. Dinner on a balcony, thirteen floors up facing the ocean isn't great. It's heaven. The waiter clears the plates unobtrusively and gets rich chocolate cake for desert. The chocolate cream sticks to her lips and her trying to get it off makes her look sexy as hell.









WTF? Stop dreaming.

"Swami, ondu masale!!!"


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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Screw the chocolates

When Tom Hanks stuttered, "Life is like a box of chocolates...you never know what you are going to get next" it became something of a cool thing to say in a totally random situation. Cheesy maybe, but still it made others aware of the fact that you watched movies out of Hollywood. Heck, I've used it myself in interview when asked what life was about. The interviewer wasn't really kicked about this one and I did not get the job thankfully.

Right now, I could say my life is like a box of chocolates. Not Lindt or even Cadbury's but probably, a box of Campco or some other random local brand. The difference is that I know, one hundred percent, what I am going to get next - a lousy piece of sweetened and slightly gooey cocoa. And frankly, after twenty two years of eating sweetened and slightly gooey cocoa it stops being fun anymore. Even if it contained copious quantities of liquor.

A techie's life, I have realized of late, does not make interesting blogging fodder. If you think that a techie in Bangalore spends his time after office pub-hopping or partying, you would be wrong six times out of ten. And I, for your information, fall into the six.

The most interesting thing in my life usually involves successfully compiling code, making software images and making sure that they do not crash.
Then there is the occasional installation of a DVD writer or a new phone. This is is the part in self-help books where the author strongly suggests that you go out and meet new people. Socialize. Get a life.

Back in college I used to crib about life to anyone and everyone who would listen about how life sucked. Surprise surprise! LIFE DID NOT SUCK. Yeah, there generally wasn't enough water to clean up, proper clothes to wear and a hundred bucks was a princely sum. But, as is with everything in life, in retrospect, drinking cheap rum with colored water with a chemical taste that was passed off as cola while chewing on peanuts fried in oil of a very questionable nature and origin was a hell of a lot more fun. Walking in the dark along a beach with a raggedy bunch of friends that reeked of rotting fish beats walking around in a mall filled with very very pretty and possibly single women. Cribbing about not having air-conditioned labs in college is a damn sight better than being stuck in an air-conditioned lab at work where it just a shade above freezing.

I guess it is the company that matters. Colleagues are nowhere close to a substitute for hostelmates, classmates, batchmates and collegemates in that order. Right now, I am counting the hours to the night of 29th when I shall hopefully leave for a weekend to Suratkal. A weekend of simple pleasures that will put in perspective this highly materialistic life that I have started living. No doubt, it will make me feel like shit, but then like Tarantino constantly hammered it into his fans in Pulp Fiction - "Shit happens..."

This is dedicated to all that we had back then in college. I sorely miss them and you guys. This is to you wherever you are. It fuckin' rocked. Thank you so much for all the good times. Let's do it again one more time, all of us together!


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Monday, November 12, 2007

Stud


I got (what we baays like to call) a stud phone. Here is what the Sony Ericsson k550i looks like. It has loads of nifty features including a 2.0 megapixel Cybershot camera and this amazing slick slim look.

The best part of this new acquisition is that I can:

a)Listen to the shitloads of mp3s that I have at home

b)Not listen to some crappy radio channel on the bus ride

c)Listen to Radio Indigo which is bloody good. They, for a change, play proper rock. They also play shitty hip-hop and bubble-gum bullshit, but on the ride back home I can listen to some real neat shit. For instance, I got Poison(Every rose has its thorn), Pink Floyd(Coming back to life) and Aerosmith(Dude looks like a lady) back-to-back



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