My brother's happy birthday. 26 today is the boy.
Don't know his phone number so would call and log the wishes with his parents.
Maybe drop in a line as well if gmail remembers it.
And a slow day at the office till now.
After the hysteria around the new animal in the zoo on Monday & Tuesday.. the place has quietened down. They sent out a "Welcome to S & P - AMS, Hari Singh" e-mail, with my picture - so that no one misses the new animal when he goes to the loo or cafeteria.
Some people are pasting buntings and exploding random balloons from cubicle to cubicle. "Happy Diwali" says a large banner. And I am telling myself to be calm and not over-react to explosions like I did 2 days back. Ek blast hi to hai ??
One of my flatmates- shocked me yesterday when he said
1) Lara was the better batsman
2) Definitely looked better and provided more excitement
3) He had seen his 153* at Bridgetown Live on TV and its the big performance that matters.
I .. I don't know.. these days when you meet sensible people.. you are at a loss to say anything.
I think the last time I gaped so much was when I was 15 3/4 ~ 16.
Those were the days - life was full of surprises and things unknown - I am sure you have been through the same period at around the same time in your life. Hmm...
Some stupid f**k just exploded another balloon behind me. Hey Bhagwaan, ab main zyada der control nahi kar paoonga. Suar kahiin ka. Lets get out.
P.S. Had an awesome conversation with Manish Agnihothri (IIFT), and finer people you don't get. Meeting him next week.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Chennai Diary - Day 2
... So, the manager was aghast when he heard I did the bus journey to office - and smiled when I told him I would do the bus thing tonight.
"But you can take the cab!". I mumbled something about how tough it was negotiating for the cab since morning - amendments would be tough to manage at 7 PM Monday.
And so began reverse osmosis - the autos here are amazing because they are triple rowed - with the middle seats ripped out and just a wooden plank at 0 level to sit on and people behind. As the saying goes about not making the same mistake twice, I sat ramrod straight this time.
Then the railway station was negotiated with no problems and onto the bus stop. The 5A came fashionably late - but got me near my colony in very quick time. Near because the bus conductor conveniently dropped me off one stop before my destination. And then I forgot directions to the CTS guest house.
Friends from IIFT would remember my telling them about this short course girl who used to turn up at my room looking for Puneet's. Both being diametrically opposite on separate sides of the first floor. And trust me.. it wasn't funny after the first 2 times. Clearly, she was not the only one with "Direction - Problem".
So I started a door to door "Sir/Ma'm - please can you tell me where plot number 10 is ?" Friends from everywhere would also remember my telling them about my father's cosmic capacity of making his presence felt just as I am about to do something wrong. He knows when I am drinking, when I am planning to run away on a trip, when I am out of money, when I have messed up etc. ( Papa just knows - and that is why, I have learnt to respect him. )
So papa calls just as I am talking to this lady with 2 kids and a dog. She's trying to help me in Tamil. Papa is also trying to help me in Hindi from 1500 km's away. One kid is studiously bent near the gate trying to do something I am ignoring at my peril. A cracker goes off. The b*****d dog goes ballistic with pleasure, younger kid starts screaming with joy, Mummy is pleased with her elder fixed deposit, Senior is in heaven, happy domestic scene - except I got scared and let out a torrentz.com of abuse in Hindi.
Friends everywhere know what happens when that happens. :( So, I gave Senior a burst :( I hope he did not have a sister inside that house. And then, horror of all horrors, papa is still on the line. Senior's Mummy screams at me in Tamil. How dare I shout at her aankon ka tara. And my father is laughing hysterically. He has heard both the blasts. I have never, never, ever done this.
Suitably chastened, with one last malevolent look at the b*****d, I slink away into the next street. And find the guest house after 45 mins.
Sachin's smug fan is in the drawing room.
He knows.
"Bahut der hui aaj, heh ?"
I choose to ignore. Almost.
"Haan kuch developers aaye huey they milne" . Sachin's fan goes c hussey b bollinger in the 4th innings. After all, he may be honest and better, but I'm still an Ass. Con. with Cognizant.
Entered my room with a smile. Slept off. Good day.
P.S. Papa... called me an hour back and asked why I abused the kid. "Papa.. I.. " :D
P.S. 2
If you know Saptarshi Ganguli, please take 2 minutes of your time, stand to attention and sing Happy Birthday. He just pinged me and said..
Ganguli, Saptarshi (Cognizant) [2:34 PM]:
hahahaha salle
Ganguli, Saptarshi (Cognizant) [2:34 PM]:
wish me on my bday stupid
Singh, Hari (Cognizant) [2:34 PM]:
ohh shit man!~
Ganguli, Saptarshi (Cognizant) [2:34 PM]:
ha ha np
Pops. .we love you. You are evil.. but a very necessary evil. 28 & cheers!
"But you can take the cab!". I mumbled something about how tough it was negotiating for the cab since morning - amendments would be tough to manage at 7 PM Monday.
And so began reverse osmosis - the autos here are amazing because they are triple rowed - with the middle seats ripped out and just a wooden plank at 0 level to sit on and people behind. As the saying goes about not making the same mistake twice, I sat ramrod straight this time.
Then the railway station was negotiated with no problems and onto the bus stop. The 5A came fashionably late - but got me near my colony in very quick time. Near because the bus conductor conveniently dropped me off one stop before my destination. And then I forgot directions to the CTS guest house.
Friends from IIFT would remember my telling them about this short course girl who used to turn up at my room looking for Puneet's. Both being diametrically opposite on separate sides of the first floor. And trust me.. it wasn't funny after the first 2 times. Clearly, she was not the only one with "Direction - Problem".
So I started a door to door "Sir/Ma'm - please can you tell me where plot number 10 is ?" Friends from everywhere would also remember my telling them about my father's cosmic capacity of making his presence felt just as I am about to do something wrong. He knows when I am drinking, when I am planning to run away on a trip, when I am out of money, when I have messed up etc. ( Papa just knows - and that is why, I have learnt to respect him. )
So papa calls just as I am talking to this lady with 2 kids and a dog. She's trying to help me in Tamil. Papa is also trying to help me in Hindi from 1500 km's away. One kid is studiously bent near the gate trying to do something I am ignoring at my peril. A cracker goes off. The b*****d dog goes ballistic with pleasure, younger kid starts screaming with joy, Mummy is pleased with her elder fixed deposit, Senior is in heaven, happy domestic scene - except I got scared and let out a torrentz.com of abuse in Hindi.
Friends everywhere know what happens when that happens. :( So, I gave Senior a burst :( I hope he did not have a sister inside that house. And then, horror of all horrors, papa is still on the line. Senior's Mummy screams at me in Tamil. How dare I shout at her aankon ka tara. And my father is laughing hysterically. He has heard both the blasts. I have never, never, ever done this.
Suitably chastened, with one last malevolent look at the b*****d, I slink away into the next street. And find the guest house after 45 mins.
Sachin's smug fan is in the drawing room.
He knows.
"Bahut der hui aaj, heh ?"
I choose to ignore. Almost.
"Haan kuch developers aaye huey they milne" . Sachin's fan goes c hussey b bollinger in the 4th innings. After all, he may be honest and better, but I'm still an Ass. Con. with Cognizant.
Entered my room with a smile. Slept off. Good day.
P.S. Papa... called me an hour back and asked why I abused the kid. "Papa.. I.. " :D
P.S. 2
If you know Saptarshi Ganguli, please take 2 minutes of your time, stand to attention and sing Happy Birthday. He just pinged me and said..
Ganguli, Saptarshi (Cognizant) [2:34 PM]:
hahahaha salle
Ganguli, Saptarshi (Cognizant) [2:34 PM]:
wish me on my bday stupid
Singh, Hari (Cognizant) [2:34 PM]:
ohh shit man!~
Ganguli, Saptarshi (Cognizant) [2:34 PM]:
ha ha np
Pops. .we love you. You are evil.. but a very necessary evil. 28 & cheers!
Chennai Diary - Day 1
I came to office today via a 45 min bus ride, a 2km walk, another 20 min auto ride and then a shuttle ride. No wonder I am pleased with myself.
Office looks ok - food is ok. Flat is nice. There is no lift - just an inviting abyss that meets a watery grave 4 floors down - sleepwalking is curable as per the cook's malicious claim.
More adventures on the return bus journey are promised. My limited experience of the bus journey tells me that Chennai women are not as innocent as their ample behinds and oiled hair suggest. Would make sure I stay at the back today while returning. Roomie is a mallu & a fresher, who is from Thrissur and in his words, "doesn't smoke, doesn't drink." I regret to say that in the one hour at the flat & the hour and half to office, he has become a fan.
If I remember correctly, he's promised to look for a place near office today for me as well. "you can join us". And the "I'm a puppy, pat me" look.Well, I guess he's just plain lucky.
One thing I have learnt in 24 hours is that you cannot criticize the short b*****d Tendulkar in Chennai. Him of the 38.44 fourth innings average. Yeah, same one! :D
I was trying to explain my views on the subject to one of my flatmates last night and he got into a sulk. Hmm.. "Main die-hard fan hoon Sachin ka" in his own words. And the first thing that hits you on arrival is CSK - Messrs. Murali, Dhoni, Hayden - and well, one's a chucker, the other's a flat track bully and the third was sanctimonious. Anyways, with RR out of the IPL, and don't I love the benaami, clueless Shilpa Shitty asking people for support, CSK would soon be my favourite IPL team - because watching an IPL game at the MAC is high on my agenda :D
People are reserved and don't appreciate in your face - so I stay away and say excuse me - and approach only if permitted. Office workers are just as laidback here - And I have been given a rather cozy conference room for the day here as well. Some things just don't change! I guess I need some filter kaapi - and I need to hunt it so that I can get my fix.
Life's tough - but then Toska got me here. Take care.
Whoever & Wherever you are.
Office looks ok - food is ok. Flat is nice. There is no lift - just an inviting abyss that meets a watery grave 4 floors down - sleepwalking is curable as per the cook's malicious claim.
More adventures on the return bus journey are promised. My limited experience of the bus journey tells me that Chennai women are not as innocent as their ample behinds and oiled hair suggest. Would make sure I stay at the back today while returning. Roomie is a mallu & a fresher, who is from Thrissur and in his words, "doesn't smoke, doesn't drink." I regret to say that in the one hour at the flat & the hour and half to office, he has become a fan.
If I remember correctly, he's promised to look for a place near office today for me as well. "you can join us". And the "I'm a puppy, pat me" look.Well, I guess he's just plain lucky.
One thing I have learnt in 24 hours is that you cannot criticize the short b*****d Tendulkar in Chennai. Him of the 38.44 fourth innings average. Yeah, same one! :D
I was trying to explain my views on the subject to one of my flatmates last night and he got into a sulk. Hmm.. "Main die-hard fan hoon Sachin ka" in his own words. And the first thing that hits you on arrival is CSK - Messrs. Murali, Dhoni, Hayden - and well, one's a chucker, the other's a flat track bully and the third was sanctimonious. Anyways, with RR out of the IPL, and don't I love the benaami, clueless Shilpa Shitty asking people for support, CSK would soon be my favourite IPL team - because watching an IPL game at the MAC is high on my agenda :D
People are reserved and don't appreciate in your face - so I stay away and say excuse me - and approach only if permitted. Office workers are just as laidback here - And I have been given a rather cozy conference room for the day here as well. Some things just don't change! I guess I need some filter kaapi - and I need to hunt it so that I can get my fix.
Life's tough - but then Toska got me here. Take care.
Whoever & Wherever you are.
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