I bought two books: The Prophet and Norwegian Wood with my first salary.
What did you do with yours?
comments please.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
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
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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
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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
Saturday, April 29, 2006
"shelter from the storm"- dylan
a year past. a lot of things found and a lot of things lost. a lot of shiny new feelings and reflections of the self in different shades of light, dark and blue. a few days back i hit the realisation that time was speeding past silently. i lost myself, wondering what will happen to us. fearing the storm that promises to make the sea a monster. but promises too, to make it the worthiest sail of all.
somehow i just can't communicate the senses that form the lumps in my throat. if you'd ask me, i'd say "nothing"....
lets hope the lumps just evaporate!
shelter in song...
somehow i just can't communicate the senses that form the lumps in my throat. if you'd ask me, i'd say "nothing"....
lets hope the lumps just evaporate!
shelter in song...
Sunday, April 16, 2006
its a 4 day weekend we're not celebrating. eggjams be damned! not too many thoughts to distill off my head right now, the heat be cursed!
foul mood prevails and catastrophic thinking spirals* eat up brain cells.... sorry, pathetic unintended rhyme.
a pretty rough week up ahead, with all possible class tests and group project final presentation. the latter i know nought of. seeking refuge in song, right now winamp plays tangled up in blue.
been watching parts of dil chahta hai to offload the heaviness that has set into the night. tanhayee i think is a classic. it be intensely angsty and thus be liked.
shubho noboborsho to all! may the year bring much joy and happiness!
.........
alter ego proceeds to ponder over lost beliefs. thoughts that gave hope and made days brighter...
*an expression i picked up from another blog, i think we both suffer from the same ailment- catastrophic thinking spirals
foul mood prevails and catastrophic thinking spirals* eat up brain cells.... sorry, pathetic unintended rhyme.
a pretty rough week up ahead, with all possible class tests and group project final presentation. the latter i know nought of. seeking refuge in song, right now winamp plays tangled up in blue.
been watching parts of dil chahta hai to offload the heaviness that has set into the night. tanhayee i think is a classic. it be intensely angsty and thus be liked.
shubho noboborsho to all! may the year bring much joy and happiness!
.........
alter ego proceeds to ponder over lost beliefs. thoughts that gave hope and made days brighter...
*an expression i picked up from another blog, i think we both suffer from the same ailment- catastrophic thinking spirals
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