A post has been long due. There aren't many reasons for the inactivity though. Nothing like being too busy with work or anything. Have preferred reading blogs for a while now. Infact activity on orkut seemingly increased, but I realise I come nowhere close to standard definitions of heavy orkut usage. My scrapcounts have been eclipsed and overshadowed by people who've been on orkut for fractions of time compared to me. I'm bad at it.
Interestingly a whole lot of school friends were found on the network, so a good lot of time was spent in exchanging notes and catching up with everybody. Communities were formed and old school jokes were relived. Social networking is an interesting thing. The theory of Six Degrees of Separation has solid proof now. Orkut also makes you feel old. People in school have orkut id's nowadays.
Final year feels a lot like retirement. Very few classes, a very peaceful time yet. I do have to begin some serious work on my project. It was a sad affair indeed when I was met with a pretty badly maintained computerised triaxial testing machine, it is to be my companion to see me through my btp. Nobody knows how to work it, so I've been given the manual and a duster to begin with.
Since I have Fridays off, I get an extended weekend everyweek. Fortnightly visits are made to Kolkata and Omkara was seen on Friday. I enjoyed every bit... the acting to put it mildly, was superb. A lot of sleep was caught up with too. Back in college, a little bit of football and a lot of pugloo jokes are being used to keep the self busy. Will hopefully keep posting.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
radio god
The radiogod killed me tonight with this song. Especially the last bit...
(to know who or what the radio god is, go here)
Dear Matthew
I like you a lot
I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now and I
respect that
I would like you to know that if you're ever single in the future
and want to come visit me in California I would be open to spending
time with you
and finding out how old you were when you wrote your first song
Dear Jonathan
I liked you too much
I used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me and think solely
about themselves
and you were plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time
I used to say the more tragic the better the truth is whenever I think
of the early 90's
you face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday
Dear Terrance
I love you muchly
you've been nothing but open hearted and emotionally available and
supportive
and
nurturing and consummately there for me I kept drawing you in and
pushing you
away
I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch and cry
in front
of you for the first time
you were the best platform from which to jump beyond myself what was
wrong with
me
Dear Marcus
You rocked my world
you had a charismatic way about you with the women and
you got me seriously thinking about spirituality and you wouldn't let
me get
away with kicking me own ass
but I would never really feel relaxed and looked out for around you
though
and that stopped us from going any further than we did
and it's kinda too bad because we could've had much more fun
Dear Lou
We learned so much
I realize we won't be able to talk for some time and I understand that
as I do
you
the long distance thing was the hardest and we did as well as we could
we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives
I will always have your back and be curious about you about your
career your
whereabouts
(Unsent- Alanis Morissette)
(to know who or what the radio god is, go here)
Dear Matthew
I like you a lot
I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now and I
respect that
I would like you to know that if you're ever single in the future
and want to come visit me in California I would be open to spending
time with you
and finding out how old you were when you wrote your first song
Dear Jonathan
I liked you too much
I used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me and think solely
about themselves
and you were plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time
I used to say the more tragic the better the truth is whenever I think
of the early 90's
you face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday
Dear Terrance
I love you muchly
you've been nothing but open hearted and emotionally available and
supportive
and
nurturing and consummately there for me I kept drawing you in and
pushing you
away
I remember how beautiful it was to fall asleep on your couch and cry
in front
of you for the first time
you were the best platform from which to jump beyond myself what was
wrong with
me
Dear Marcus
You rocked my world
you had a charismatic way about you with the women and
you got me seriously thinking about spirituality and you wouldn't let
me get
away with kicking me own ass
but I would never really feel relaxed and looked out for around you
though
and that stopped us from going any further than we did
and it's kinda too bad because we could've had much more fun
Dear Lou
We learned so much
I realize we won't be able to talk for some time and I understand that
as I do
you
the long distance thing was the hardest and we did as well as we could
we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives
I will always have your back and be curious about you about your
career your
whereabouts
(Unsent- Alanis Morissette)
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
first evers are to be remembered
I bought two books: The Prophet and Norwegian Wood with my first salary.
What did you do with yours?
comments please.
What did you do with yours?
comments please.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
The rains arrived last week. the guest was expected, but not so soon. Normally i'm like the million other rain lovers but this time our meeting didn't have a great start. I harbour a big grudge against the rains for burning a considerable hole in my pocket. Trying to get my non-waterproof cell phones fixed, buying shoes and a raincoat are not exactly my idea of fun. Especially since every exercise of trying to determine the speed at which my money is flowing out is extremely depressing.
The rains are much more fun if you're at home sipping cups of hot coffee and getting under the warm covers to watch a movie.
I think the memory of walking from churchgate to vt in the pouring rain would've been a pleasanter one if only for my cell phone/s. Being bereft of a phone sucks :(.
Two hours of the Sunday evening were spent rather happily reading up/flipping through some books at the Crossword store at Hiranandani Complex thats a minimum-auto-fare distance away from campus. The complex itself is magnificent. The architecture is very prominently Gothic and you may forget that you're still in the country whilst surrounded by these beautiful buildings. There are open piazza like spaces with eateries and shops along the periphery. Families, kids, couples, old men/women form the happy crowd. This is a different India.
A lot of thought processing went into that quiet evening.
And to sign off i must congratulate thomas my dear pal, who's a dearer pal since he's now richer by $5000. Yes google is paying him that much for a project he's working on... something to do with architecture and space and stuff... i've never figured out this guy. He's as weird as they make them.
The rains are much more fun if you're at home sipping cups of hot coffee and getting under the warm covers to watch a movie.
I think the memory of walking from churchgate to vt in the pouring rain would've been a pleasanter one if only for my cell phone/s. Being bereft of a phone sucks :(.
Two hours of the Sunday evening were spent rather happily reading up/flipping through some books at the Crossword store at Hiranandani Complex thats a minimum-auto-fare distance away from campus. The complex itself is magnificent. The architecture is very prominently Gothic and you may forget that you're still in the country whilst surrounded by these beautiful buildings. There are open piazza like spaces with eateries and shops along the periphery. Families, kids, couples, old men/women form the happy crowd. This is a different India.
A lot of thought processing went into that quiet evening.
And to sign off i must congratulate thomas my dear pal, who's a dearer pal since he's now richer by $5000. Yes google is paying him that much for a project he's working on... something to do with architecture and space and stuff... i've never figured out this guy. He's as weird as they make them.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
post
even after being a seasoned kolkata bred bus-hanger-stunt/antic expert i have conceded defeat to the mumbaiwallahs. and a local train hanging stunt is scarier. the sheer number of people in this city is mindboggling. and the city bursts at its seams during office hours. but just like most things in India, somehow miraculously rising out of all this overwhelming confusion, things still happen.
a few days ago i was sitting all by myself at bandra bandstand. its not exactly your sand beach but instead coast is littered with rocks which go quite far into the sea. its beyond me to capture the feeling of sitting on a rock with the wide expanse of the sea before you, the roar of the waves and a wild, magical city lying forgotten, behind you. i ended up spending two hours sitting there. i moved from rock to rock back towards the mainland as the waters rose with the approach of high tide.
the beauty of this city still has me in its sway. i've taken a few pictures but haven't had the chance to upload them. will surely try to put them up here.
i'm presently at a cyber cafe during my lunch break. and my times almost up. i think i'll stick to my sunday posts.
a few days ago i was sitting all by myself at bandra bandstand. its not exactly your sand beach but instead coast is littered with rocks which go quite far into the sea. its beyond me to capture the feeling of sitting on a rock with the wide expanse of the sea before you, the roar of the waves and a wild, magical city lying forgotten, behind you. i ended up spending two hours sitting there. i moved from rock to rock back towards the mainland as the waters rose with the approach of high tide.
the beauty of this city still has me in its sway. i've taken a few pictures but haven't had the chance to upload them. will surely try to put them up here.
i'm presently at a cyber cafe during my lunch break. and my times almost up. i think i'll stick to my sunday posts.
Friday, May 19, 2006
Mumbai... the city of dreams.
Sitting at Marine Drive... staring at the New-York esque skyline on one side.... the occasional noticeable sound of the soft waves crashing below. The casual laughter, the dismissive words and the silences that capture everthing else.
A million words woudn't capture the Marine Drive evening.
................
Its a stunningly beautiful city. The problem is most of the people living here miss that fact regularly. Its crowded and humid and a ride on the local trains can be a horrendous affair but the traffic is worse. I was stuck for almost an hour and half in traffic on my way to office one day.
Work is HECTIC. I work approximately 40 hour weeks. I leave in the morning and return twelve hours later, minimum. Almost 2 hours are spent commuting. The first week was fun. It was interesting to see almost every co-passenger wearing a fancy ear-gear plugged into their cell phones, busy listening to the radio. Many have the Agent Smith sort of earphones. Its wondrous seeing all these these techno savvy people. The sheer volume of people going to work is mindboggling and i guess another noticeable for a bangali here is that everyone here sticks firmly to their 9-5 timings. Infact the 5'o clock deadline is invariably pushed back further.
The site I'm in charge of is located in poshland- Lokhandwala Complex, Andheri. Its home to music directors and most recently Manoj Bajpai! Flats here are easily worth in crores. Mumbai gets you used to talking in crores.
Mumbai has its share of interesting people. Kamlesh, the guy incharge of the site before me, seemed straight out of the Munnabahi movie. The talk, the walk... everyday he'd ask me if had set my eyes on any "item" yet. We were incharge of the site together for a week, and everyday there was some interesting funda about life in Mumbai. Even taxi wallahs havent refrained from sharing their bits of advice on the city.
The most common refrain is of how you can't leave this place once you visit Mumbai...
if only....
Sitting at Marine Drive... staring at the New-York esque skyline on one side.... the occasional noticeable sound of the soft waves crashing below. The casual laughter, the dismissive words and the silences that capture everthing else.
A million words woudn't capture the Marine Drive evening.
................
Its a stunningly beautiful city. The problem is most of the people living here miss that fact regularly. Its crowded and humid and a ride on the local trains can be a horrendous affair but the traffic is worse. I was stuck for almost an hour and half in traffic on my way to office one day.
Work is HECTIC. I work approximately 40 hour weeks. I leave in the morning and return twelve hours later, minimum. Almost 2 hours are spent commuting. The first week was fun. It was interesting to see almost every co-passenger wearing a fancy ear-gear plugged into their cell phones, busy listening to the radio. Many have the Agent Smith sort of earphones. Its wondrous seeing all these these techno savvy people. The sheer volume of people going to work is mindboggling and i guess another noticeable for a bangali here is that everyone here sticks firmly to their 9-5 timings. Infact the 5'o clock deadline is invariably pushed back further.
The site I'm in charge of is located in poshland- Lokhandwala Complex, Andheri. Its home to music directors and most recently Manoj Bajpai! Flats here are easily worth in crores. Mumbai gets you used to talking in crores.
Mumbai has its share of interesting people. Kamlesh, the guy incharge of the site before me, seemed straight out of the Munnabahi movie. The talk, the walk... everyday he'd ask me if had set my eyes on any "item" yet. We were incharge of the site together for a week, and everyday there was some interesting funda about life in Mumbai. Even taxi wallahs havent refrained from sharing their bits of advice on the city.
The most common refrain is of how you can't leave this place once you visit Mumbai...
if only....
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
post
3 days at home: mostly spent reading a novel, surfing the net and anchoring with some old friends over gtalk. S leaves for scandinavia today. tis interesting to note how vacations have been turning points in zis life...
i'm pretty apprehensive about joining work in mumbai. makes me introspect on the great grand "plan". introspect on three years of being a techie. in a years time i'll have a b.tech degree to my name. seems like a big joke.
the whole idea of us being a part of the great organic program run by Deep Thoughts successor (yes am reading: H2G2... yeah i kno, but theres always a time to start innit?) seats itself firmly in the chaotic neurons overworking themsleves, crosswiring all the matter, to paint a hazy shade of ze blues for a while now. its a curious ailment, identified with a detachment from all things fun and monosyllabic answers to queries and attempts made at conversation by third parties.
diversion was seeked by confronting an old ghost, shopping and then using free messaging to bother S. poogloo called, to my surprise, and did his usual hooping laugh thing to drive me into splits. the adventures of poogloo and the igloo are tales of legend... luckily for him, his visa woes have been solved.
another whole afternoon was spent dissecting of the topic of the blue village monster with an old friend. another tale of visa worries. hers is still on hold, while travel dates are fixed and close at hand.
.........
am not sure if i'll post before leaving for mumbai. if not post, comments shall be used to communicate most certainly. and yes, suggestions about the template are invited! it's the waiting-for-the-rains theme
i'm pretty apprehensive about joining work in mumbai. makes me introspect on the great grand "plan". introspect on three years of being a techie. in a years time i'll have a b.tech degree to my name. seems like a big joke.
the whole idea of us being a part of the great organic program run by Deep Thoughts successor (yes am reading: H2G2... yeah i kno, but theres always a time to start innit?) seats itself firmly in the chaotic neurons overworking themsleves, crosswiring all the matter, to paint a hazy shade of ze blues for a while now. its a curious ailment, identified with a detachment from all things fun and monosyllabic answers to queries and attempts made at conversation by third parties.
diversion was seeked by confronting an old ghost, shopping and then using free messaging to bother S. poogloo called, to my surprise, and did his usual hooping laugh thing to drive me into splits. the adventures of poogloo and the igloo are tales of legend... luckily for him, his visa woes have been solved.
another whole afternoon was spent dissecting of the topic of the blue village monster with an old friend. another tale of visa worries. hers is still on hold, while travel dates are fixed and close at hand.
.........
am not sure if i'll post before leaving for mumbai. if not post, comments shall be used to communicate most certainly. and yes, suggestions about the template are invited! it's the waiting-for-the-rains theme
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