"Long Time No C"..a popular slang popular in school is what I can promise this blog as its been such a long time that I was away, nicely tucked up in luxary in the warmnt of near and dear ones that I almost forgot everything, including this blog.
I came to India on 14th December and it turned out to be such exciting time.
Travels..with family with friends, with college mates, eating good foo, shopping, endless phone calls..you name it and I had it.
Went to OOTY then to the beautiful ShivSamudram - Chil Chilla Falls, Chikka Falls, Koorg...a lifeful of memories all captured with my nikon.
BE RIGHT BACK...
Feb 9, 2006
Dec 7, 2005
Going Home
Well I feel prety dumb when I say that am confused. But thats what is appropriate to say what I am. I wanted to go home and resign and change my job and look what I have planned meticuosly over the past three months and how well I have executed it.
Priorities on the list were to:
A) Return back to India because Singapore was boring and I wasn't saving anything.
B) Move out of that goddamn house..coz flatmates suck.
C) Change job because this one was bloody irritating, lots of work and no money.
D) Get away that unnecessary responsibility and over-commitment I attract.
E) Spend sometime with friends traveling and sharing my earnings with friends.
F) May be return to Singapore with some better job
Today with less than a week to go back to India. What all I have managed is so simple and away from what I wanted from life.
A) I am still with the same company. I am still taking the same shit and I shall have the same shit for some time in future.
B) Based on my request to go back my green card is cancelled (yep I wanted it to be so) and this means that if I come back I may have tax liability of extra 10%.
C) This is still doubtful if I will come back or not
D) Am leaving my luggage here and it will be lying here assuming that I will return.
E) I don't know when I will be coming back.
F) None of the friends have time to come with me to GOA :( to celebrate and hang out.
G) My folks are coming to bangalore and hence they don't want me to travel across India coz hard earned money will be wated.
H) No body understands what I want to do and why I coming back
I) New boss might think I am not keeping up my promise as I am not sure how the new module I have been asked to shoulder responsibility for development will come up.
J) I have to report in Bangalore office on 26th Dec.
The holidays look more like confusing that entertaining to me.
The additional tax liability may be irritating. The company may not send me back.
I may have to resign and look for other job but I don't know where when why and what.
Life is a little too chaotic and confusing as of now.
But not because things are wrong or bad. Its because this is life. I am growing up.
I am nerd and I think a little to much and I always love to Hate what life offers and think about what if scenarios.
I am trying hard to control all this but looks like it will take time to appreciate life and understand what it is and to keep this pessimism under control.
Isn't it more than good that I am going home.
Priorities on the list were to:
A) Return back to India because Singapore was boring and I wasn't saving anything.
B) Move out of that goddamn house..coz flatmates suck.
C) Change job because this one was bloody irritating, lots of work and no money.
D) Get away that unnecessary responsibility and over-commitment I attract.
E) Spend sometime with friends traveling and sharing my earnings with friends.
F) May be return to Singapore with some better job
Today with less than a week to go back to India. What all I have managed is so simple and away from what I wanted from life.
A) I am still with the same company. I am still taking the same shit and I shall have the same shit for some time in future.
B) Based on my request to go back my green card is cancelled (yep I wanted it to be so) and this means that if I come back I may have tax liability of extra 10%.
C) This is still doubtful if I will come back or not
D) Am leaving my luggage here and it will be lying here assuming that I will return.
E) I don't know when I will be coming back.
F) None of the friends have time to come with me to GOA :( to celebrate and hang out.
G) My folks are coming to bangalore and hence they don't want me to travel across India coz hard earned money will be wated.
H) No body understands what I want to do and why I coming back
I) New boss might think I am not keeping up my promise as I am not sure how the new module I have been asked to shoulder responsibility for development will come up.
J) I have to report in Bangalore office on 26th Dec.
The holidays look more like confusing that entertaining to me.
The additional tax liability may be irritating. The company may not send me back.
I may have to resign and look for other job but I don't know where when why and what.
Life is a little too chaotic and confusing as of now.
But not because things are wrong or bad. Its because this is life. I am growing up.
I am nerd and I think a little to much and I always love to Hate what life offers and think about what if scenarios.
I am trying hard to control all this but looks like it will take time to appreciate life and understand what it is and to keep this pessimism under control.
Isn't it more than good that I am going home.
Nov 15, 2005
bawara man dekhne chala ek sapna
"Bawara man dekhne chala ek sapna
Baware se man ke dekho bawari se baatein
Baaware se dadkane hai baaware se saasein"
With this music playing in the background I am just sitting on this wooden floor with my legs folded and thinking about what lies ahead in life. What lies spread today on the fabric of life for me , what I have already swept aside and whats about to sweep me off. Journey of life has been so straight forward yet sometimes it feels like growing old ain't just as easy as adding experience to your CV. The buffing due to the erosion of life leaves such smooth currves on the mind that sometimes even the present just slides off. And when the feet are seeped then only we realise that living this life has been hard on ur knees.
Alls well y am I disturbing these thoughts to criss cross my head....lets leave them where they belong in the pool of life drowned.
Baware se man ke dekho bawari se baatein
Baaware se dadkane hai baaware se saasein"
With this music playing in the background I am just sitting on this wooden floor with my legs folded and thinking about what lies ahead in life. What lies spread today on the fabric of life for me , what I have already swept aside and whats about to sweep me off. Journey of life has been so straight forward yet sometimes it feels like growing old ain't just as easy as adding experience to your CV. The buffing due to the erosion of life leaves such smooth currves on the mind that sometimes even the present just slides off. And when the feet are seeped then only we realise that living this life has been hard on ur knees.
Alls well y am I disturbing these thoughts to criss cross my head....lets leave them where they belong in the pool of life drowned.
Nov 9, 2005
the honest man of India
We all new generation people believe in NarayanMurthy. He is almost synonymous with the emergence of IT in India and believe it or not he is the biggest influencer of todays time. There are more people like him who make it big from scratch but they can not even dream of what Murth the founder of INFOSYS has..his honest image.
I was reading excerpts from the biography of his wife Sudha.And its so much worth mentioning that I just decided I will put it on my blog.
"It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco. Most of the books that Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy,bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner.. I was a bit taken aback as I thought the young man was making a very fast move. I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murty was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 p.m. at Green Fields hotel on the Main
Road,Pune.
The next day I went there at 7' o clock since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr. Murty waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murty maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at 7 so that I could meet him...And I maintain that I did not say any such thing consciously or unconsciously because I did not think of Murty as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree
on this matter. Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murty's experiences abroad and the books that he has read.
My friends insisted that Murty was trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one fine day, after dinner Murty said, I want to tell you something. I knew this was it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middle class family. I can never become rich in my life and I can never give you any riches. You are beautiful, bright, and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me? I asked Murty to give me some
time for an answer. My father didn't want me to marry a wannabe politician,(a communist at that) who didn't have a steady job and wanted to build an orphanage...
When I went to Hubli I told my parents about Murty and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murty was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and comes from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications etc? Murty was working as a research assistant and was earning less than me. He was willing to go
dutch with me on our outings. My parents agreed to meet Murty in Pune on a particular day at10 a. m sharp. Murty did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father.
At 12noon Murty turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay, was stuck in a traffic jam on the ghats, so he hired a taxi(though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. My father asked him what he wanted to become in life. Murty said he wanted to become a politician in the communist party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. NO.
I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself didn't have money to support his family.
Ironically, today, I have opened many orphanages something, which Murty wanted to do 25 years ago. By this time I realized I had developed a liking towards Murty which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry Murty because he is an honest man. He proposed to me highlighting the negatives in his life. I promised my father that I will not marry Murty without his blessings though at the same time, I cannot marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murty promised to take up a steady job. But Murty refused saying he will not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. So, I was caught between the two most important people in my life.
The stalemate continued for three years during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. In those days, Murty was always broke. Moreover, he didn't earn much to manage. Ironically today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd., one of the world's most reputed companies. He always owed me money. We used to go
fordinner and he would say, I don't have money with me, you pay my share, I will return it to you later. For three years I maintained a book on Murty's debt to me.. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after my wedding. The amount was a little over Rs 4000. During this interim period Murty quit his job as research assistant and started his own software business. Now, I had to pay his salary too! Towards the late 70s computers were entering India in a
big way.
During the fag end of 1977 Murty decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni Computers in Bombay . But before he joined the company he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murty had a decent job, now.
We were married in Murty's house in Banglore on February 10, 1978 with only our two families present. I got my first silk saree. The wedding expenses came to only Rs. 800 ( US $ 17) with Murty and I pulling in Rs. 400 each.
I went to the US with Murty after marriage. Murty encouraged me to see America on my own because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months on backpack and had interesting experiences which will remain freshin my mind forever. Like the time when the New York police took me into custody because they thought I was an Italian trafficking
drugs in Harlem. Or the time when I spent the night at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with an old couple. Murty panicked because he couldn't get a response from my hotel room even at midnight. He thought I was either killed or kidnapped.
IN 1981 MURTY WANTED TO START INFOSYS. HE HAD A VISION AND ZERO CAPITAL...initially I was very apprehensive about Murty getting into business. We did not have any business background.. Moreover we were
living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular pay check and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murty was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typical of Murty, he just had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day, without his knowledge and told him, This is all I have. Take it. I give you three years sabbatical leave. I will take care of the financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams
without any worry. But you have only three years!
Murty and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981,with enormous interest and hard work. In 1982 I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murty. We bought a small house on loan which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cum-programmer.
I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with Walchand group of Industries to support the house. In 1983 Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore. Murty moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murty left for the US on project work.
I saw him only after a year, as I was unable to join Murty in the US because my son had infantile eczema, an allergy to vaccinations. So for more than a year I did not step outside our home for fear of my son contracting an infection. It was only after Rohan got all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. My father presented Murty a scooter to commute. I once again became a cook,
programmer, clerk, secretary, office assistant et al. Nandan Nilekani (MD of Infosys) and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programs for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, and just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. It was not only me but also the wives of other partners too who gave their unstinted support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good.
It was like a big joint family,taking care and looking out for one another. I still remember Sudha Gopalakrishna looking after my daughter Akshata with all care and love while Kumari Shibulal cooked for all of us. Murty made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together... I was involved with Infosys initially. Nandan Nilekani suggested I should be on the Board but Murty said he did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with
Infosys, I will withdraw, happily. I was pained to know that I will not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I am qualified to do and love doing.
It took me a couple of days to grasp the reason behind Murty's request.. I realized that to make Infosys a success one had to give one's 100 percent. One had to be focussed on it alone with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 percent to Infosys then what would happen to our home and our children? One of us had to take care of our home while the other took care of Infosys.
I opted to be a homemaker, after all Infosys was Murty's dream. It was a big sacrificebut it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murty says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success. I might have given up my career for my husband's sake. But that does not make me a doormat.... "
Inspiring story. One more GOD..one more SACHIN
I was reading excerpts from the biography of his wife Sudha.And its so much worth mentioning that I just decided I will put it on my blog.
"It was in Pune that I met Narayan Murty through my friend Prasanna who is now the Wipro chief, who was also training in Telco. Most of the books that Prasanna lent me had Murty's name on them which meant that I had a preconceived image of the man. Contrary to expectation, Murty was shy,bespectacled and an introvert. When he invited us for dinner.. I was a bit taken aback as I thought the young man was making a very fast move. I refused since I was the only girl in the group. But Murty was relentless and we all decided to meet for dinner the next day at 7.30 p.m. at Green Fields hotel on the Main
Road,Pune.
The next day I went there at 7' o clock since I had to go to the tailor near the hotel. And what do I see? Mr. Murty waiting in front of the hotel and it was only seven. Till today, Murty maintains that I had mentioned (consciously!) that I would be going to the tailor at 7 so that I could meet him...And I maintain that I did not say any such thing consciously or unconsciously because I did not think of Murty as anything other than a friend at that stage. We have agreed to disagree
on this matter. Soon, we became friends. Our conversations were filled with Murty's experiences abroad and the books that he has read.
My friends insisted that Murty was trying to impress me because he was interested in me. I kept denying it till one fine day, after dinner Murty said, I want to tell you something. I knew this was it. It was coming. He said, I am 5'4" tall. I come from a lower middle class family. I can never become rich in my life and I can never give you any riches. You are beautiful, bright, and intelligent and you can get anyone you want. But will you marry me? I asked Murty to give me some
time for an answer. My father didn't want me to marry a wannabe politician,(a communist at that) who didn't have a steady job and wanted to build an orphanage...
When I went to Hubli I told my parents about Murty and his proposal. My mother was positive since Murty was also from Karnataka, seemed intelligent and comes from a good family. But my father asked: What's his job, his salary, his qualifications etc? Murty was working as a research assistant and was earning less than me. He was willing to go
dutch with me on our outings. My parents agreed to meet Murty in Pune on a particular day at10 a. m sharp. Murty did not turn up. How can I trust a man to take care of my daughter if he cannot keep an appointment, asked my father.
At 12noon Murty turned up in a bright red shirt! He had gone on work to Bombay, was stuck in a traffic jam on the ghats, so he hired a taxi(though it was very expensive for him) to meet his would-be father-in-law. Father was unimpressed. My father asked him what he wanted to become in life. Murty said he wanted to become a politician in the communist party and wanted to open an orphanage. My father gave his verdict. NO.
I don't want my daughter to marry somebody who wants to become a communist and then open an orphanage when he himself didn't have money to support his family.
Ironically, today, I have opened many orphanages something, which Murty wanted to do 25 years ago. By this time I realized I had developed a liking towards Murty which could only be termed as love. I wanted to marry Murty because he is an honest man. He proposed to me highlighting the negatives in his life. I promised my father that I will not marry Murty without his blessings though at the same time, I cannot marry anybody else. My father said he would agree if Murty promised to take up a steady job. But Murty refused saying he will not do things in life because somebody wanted him to. So, I was caught between the two most important people in my life.
The stalemate continued for three years during which our courtship took us to every restaurant and cinema hall in Pune. In those days, Murty was always broke. Moreover, he didn't earn much to manage. Ironically today, he manages Infosys Technologies Ltd., one of the world's most reputed companies. He always owed me money. We used to go
fordinner and he would say, I don't have money with me, you pay my share, I will return it to you later. For three years I maintained a book on Murty's debt to me.. No, he never returned the money and I finally tore it up after my wedding. The amount was a little over Rs 4000. During this interim period Murty quit his job as research assistant and started his own software business. Now, I had to pay his salary too! Towards the late 70s computers were entering India in a
big way.
During the fag end of 1977 Murty decided to take up a job as General Manager at Patni Computers in Bombay . But before he joined the company he wanted to marry me since he was to go on training to the US after joining. My father gave in as he was happy Murty had a decent job, now.
We were married in Murty's house in Banglore on February 10, 1978 with only our two families present. I got my first silk saree. The wedding expenses came to only Rs. 800 ( US $ 17) with Murty and I pulling in Rs. 400 each.
I went to the US with Murty after marriage. Murty encouraged me to see America on my own because I loved travelling. I toured America for three months on backpack and had interesting experiences which will remain freshin my mind forever. Like the time when the New York police took me into custody because they thought I was an Italian trafficking
drugs in Harlem. Or the time when I spent the night at the bottom of the Grand Canyon with an old couple. Murty panicked because he couldn't get a response from my hotel room even at midnight. He thought I was either killed or kidnapped.
IN 1981 MURTY WANTED TO START INFOSYS. HE HAD A VISION AND ZERO CAPITAL...initially I was very apprehensive about Murty getting into business. We did not have any business background.. Moreover we were
living a comfortable life in Bombay with a regular pay check and I didn't want to rock the boat. But Murty was passionate about creating good quality software. I decided to support him. Typical of Murty, he just had a dream and no money. So I gave him Rs 10,000 which I had saved for a rainy day, without his knowledge and told him, This is all I have. Take it. I give you three years sabbatical leave. I will take care of the financial needs of our house. You go and chase your dreams
without any worry. But you have only three years!
Murty and his six colleagues started Infosys in 1981,with enormous interest and hard work. In 1982 I left Telco and moved to Pune with Murty. We bought a small house on loan which also became the Infosys office. I was a clerk-cum-cook-cum-programmer.
I also took up a job as Senior Systems Analyst with Walchand group of Industries to support the house. In 1983 Infosys got their first client, MICO, in Bangalore. Murty moved to Bangalore and stayed with his mother while I went to Hubli to deliver my second child, Rohan. Ten days after my son was born, Murty left for the US on project work.
I saw him only after a year, as I was unable to join Murty in the US because my son had infantile eczema, an allergy to vaccinations. So for more than a year I did not step outside our home for fear of my son contracting an infection. It was only after Rohan got all his vaccinations that I came to Bangalore where we rented a small house in Jayanagar and rented another house as Infosys headquarters. My father presented Murty a scooter to commute. I once again became a cook,
programmer, clerk, secretary, office assistant et al. Nandan Nilekani (MD of Infosys) and his wife Rohini stayed with us. While Rohini babysat my son, I wrote programs for Infosys. There was no car, no phone, and just two kids and a bunch of us working hard, juggling our lives and having fun while Infosys was taking shape. It was not only me but also the wives of other partners too who gave their unstinted support. We all knew that our men were trying to build something good.
It was like a big joint family,taking care and looking out for one another. I still remember Sudha Gopalakrishna looking after my daughter Akshata with all care and love while Kumari Shibulal cooked for all of us. Murty made it very clear that it would either be me or him working at Infosys. Never the two of us together... I was involved with Infosys initially. Nandan Nilekani suggested I should be on the Board but Murty said he did not want a husband and wife team at Infosys. I was shocked since I had the relevant experience and technical qualifications. He said, Sudha if you want to work with
Infosys, I will withdraw, happily. I was pained to know that I will not be involved in the company my husband was building and that I would have to give up a job that I am qualified to do and love doing.
It took me a couple of days to grasp the reason behind Murty's request.. I realized that to make Infosys a success one had to give one's 100 percent. One had to be focussed on it alone with no other distractions. If the two of us had to give 100 percent to Infosys then what would happen to our home and our children? One of us had to take care of our home while the other took care of Infosys.
I opted to be a homemaker, after all Infosys was Murty's dream. It was a big sacrificebut it was one that had to be made. Even today, Murty says, Sudha, I stepped on your career to make mine. You are responsible for my success. I might have given up my career for my husband's sake. But that does not make me a doormat.... "
Inspiring story. One more GOD..one more SACHIN
Nov 7, 2005
GOD IS BACK.....the christ called sachin
The ball in the game swings. Earlier it used to swing only when it was a new ball but then techniques and innovation made the ball swing even when the ball was worn and it was called reverse swing. So now the ball swings when its new and when its worn.
The game where this ball swings is not called Cricket (where India is on the rise (may be inspired by Arch Enemy..we will rise) against the Sri Lankans ) but I would call it LIFE.
Everyday in life is a lesson. Life is a school someone rightly said.And sometimes the lessons come simply from games. And if you are follower of Cricket or for that matter if you are from the sub-continent where people live, eat ,drink and sleep CRICKET, then you can clearly read the lessons this series has taught us all.
One of my friends scrapped me on orkut "FUCKING GOD IS BACK".
I couldn't realise what he was taking about. Just hours later I realised he was talking about the GOD of Cricket or "SACHIN TENDULKAR" the living legend came back to play after six months and he announces his comeback with style that no one else can match. No fireworks no spoken words, his bat does the talking.
And what it means for all of us.
He is not a captain, he is just a team player. But when he gets going the team gets a boost and in the following matches India was rolling on a high like never before. Every one hitting runs, exceptional bowling, he brought the spirit into the team..the winning zeal and the confidence the belief back. And you need not be a leader to do so.
Yes Ganguly had been successfull but thats mere statistics. The aura aroung ganguly and Sachin is so different. Thought I am not trying to convey that Ganguly was a lamer or a jerk or a looser cause that would be another debate and yes he did contribute to Indian Cricket as a captain. I firmly believe its the class of Dravids and Tendulkars who are the real Indian crickets. Dhoni Sehwag Irfan who just play cricket and don't play with media. Its not the naming game mind you. The team be it the Super Subtitute who just came to gave the drinks. Just hardwork dedication and determination and these guys have it all.
Just when these are all struggling to get a good break and to find a place for themselves in the side, we are also living our lives find a place. Not every one can be a GOD, and for being GOD you need not be a leader.
Just keep doing your work, put your hundred percent, stay true to your heart and yes success will come. Yes when it doesn't come, things go awry...when you are the only one slogging on a Sunday in office struggling, when u realise you don't get anything out of it..I feel frustrated and I also know that I am not alone feeling so.
But thats Okay. This is a learning.
Learn what life is teaching. We choose what be become.
So learn to make choices.
Try to become GOD and if you can't like me, then just follow the GOD when he is back and the motive is not success for you but for the team.
Because its like "WE WILL RISE" and not "I WILL RISE"
Images: Click on Images the original creditors sources have not been changed .sachin is from BBC.
The game where this ball swings is not called Cricket (where India is on the rise (may be inspired by Arch Enemy..we will rise) against the Sri Lankans ) but I would call it LIFE.
Everyday in life is a lesson. Life is a school someone rightly said.And sometimes the lessons come simply from games. And if you are follower of Cricket or for that matter if you are from the sub-continent where people live, eat ,drink and sleep CRICKET, then you can clearly read the lessons this series has taught us all.
One of my friends scrapped me on orkut "FUCKING GOD IS BACK".
I couldn't realise what he was taking about. Just hours later I realised he was talking about the GOD of Cricket or "SACHIN TENDULKAR" the living legend came back to play after six months and he announces his comeback with style that no one else can match. No fireworks no spoken words, his bat does the talking.
And what it means for all of us.
He is not a captain, he is just a team player. But when he gets going the team gets a boost and in the following matches India was rolling on a high like never before. Every one hitting runs, exceptional bowling, he brought the spirit into the team..the winning zeal and the confidence the belief back. And you need not be a leader to do so.Yes Ganguly had been successfull but thats mere statistics. The aura aroung ganguly and Sachin is so different. Thought I am not trying to convey that Ganguly was a lamer or a jerk or a looser cause that would be another debate and yes he did contribute to Indian Cricket as a captain. I firmly believe its the class of Dravids and Tendulkars who are the real Indian crickets. Dhoni Sehwag Irfan who just play cricket and don't play with media. Its not the naming game mind you. The team be it the Super Subtitute who just came to gave the drinks. Just hardwork dedication and determination and these guys have it all.
Just when these are all struggling to get a good break and to find a place for themselves in the side, we are also living our lives find a place. Not every one can be a GOD, and for being GOD you need not be a leader.
Just keep doing your work, put your hundred percent, stay true to your heart and yes success will come. Yes when it doesn't come, things go awry...when you are the only one slogging on a Sunday in office struggling, when u realise you don't get anything out of it..I feel frustrated and I also know that I am not alone feeling so.
But thats Okay. This is a learning.
Learn what life is teaching. We choose what be become.
So learn to make choices.
Try to become GOD and if you can't like me, then just follow the GOD when he is back and the motive is not success for you but for the team.
Because its like "WE WILL RISE" and not "I WILL RISE"
Images: Click on Images the original creditors sources have not been changed .sachin is from BBC.
Nov 2, 2005
Changing times....my life changes
Well life ain't the same n thats what life is.
There is only one thing certain about life that everything is uncertain.
Just like water, even life begins to stench when stagnated.
Like it or not but the truth is that chage is eternal but being a normal human being which I am I tend to forget it often. Then starts the process to resist the change and longer it takes to adopt and greater is the pain.
So this time around I was prepared for this big change in life.
I have accepted to this uncertanity associated with my job as a software engineer and just as expected yesterday night wasnot a pain at all.
Why was yesterday night important. It was one night I used to count days till. It was Deepawali, the biggest festival I can think of as a reason for celebration.
As a kid deepawali meant planning for months to buy those firecrackers, to wear new clothes, sweets and illuminations. Imagine whole of the city illuminated with candles, and earthern lamps and electric lights. Yes its a festivity any kid in India can't just forget.
But times did change. After the school days, I left out to pursue my bachelor's in engineering. Stayed in the university for four years and then after than enrolled for my master's in IIT. I spent six years between those two institutios but never did I miss one diwali in any form beacuse I was with my family back in Dehradun.
Sometimes brother and sister joined too with their kids but even if they didn't it was like no different because maa and papa were always thr by my side.
Though it was always a pleasure to celebrate the Diwali with everyone.
But after I passed out of IIT and came of to bangalore things changed. I was already working for 3-4 months when the Dipawali came up. For the first time in my life I was celebrating life without maa and papa, but yes this time around my sis n jiju were in bangalore so no issues. It was fun to celebrate though I missed the old times.
And then this diwali the simple world even complicated further. I am here in Singapore not very far away from Singapore but none from the family to celebrate this time. Nothing really happens and this diwali becomes like just another day of life. Quiet obvious like and quiet time, hanging out with another some one who was trying to kill his time coz he was out there like me celebrating Diwali.
So what becomes of Diwali.
Cleaning up the room including wiping the floor till 4 pm. Yes I know it sucks but mama used to do it so its kind of obvious to clean up as much as you can. Something you just do because you see your parents doing and cleanliness whatever I say I have to admit, I feel uncomfortable living without.
After that what to do catches you up. So you walk to the office. The same place where you spend the most time everyday. Then you work for few hours to be precise till 9 PM. In between you somoke and go out to buy phone cards to call everyone back in India.
@9PM you head to the eating destination where they serve good food and you like to eat though its a bit expensive but isn't it diwali.
"Pamper Yourself" boss says sometimes.
2 beers, 1 to be precise half bootle of Kingfisher small one and half of the Tiger, Maa ke Daal, Navratom Korma, Naans, Paneer Pakoda and Onion Pakoda's.
Click three snaps, take a cab and go home.
That's a new deepawali.
No its not that bad, but the thing is I still feel it would had been better had i been with friends or best if friends are reaplced by family.
But thats growing up. Because times change.
And we must grow up to know that they do.
Living independently celebrating alone is one that I am still to learn.
I can recall "Time is the teacher ", and I will learn.
May be next year I will be smart enought to light candles to know the diwali needs to be celebrated come whatever or may be I will be back with friends.
There is only one thing certain about life that everything is uncertain.
Just like water, even life begins to stench when stagnated.
Like it or not but the truth is that chage is eternal but being a normal human being which I am I tend to forget it often. Then starts the process to resist the change and longer it takes to adopt and greater is the pain.
So this time around I was prepared for this big change in life.
I have accepted to this uncertanity associated with my job as a software engineer and just as expected yesterday night wasnot a pain at all.
Why was yesterday night important. It was one night I used to count days till. It was Deepawali, the biggest festival I can think of as a reason for celebration.
As a kid deepawali meant planning for months to buy those firecrackers, to wear new clothes, sweets and illuminations. Imagine whole of the city illuminated with candles, and earthern lamps and electric lights. Yes its a festivity any kid in India can't just forget.
But times did change. After the school days, I left out to pursue my bachelor's in engineering. Stayed in the university for four years and then after than enrolled for my master's in IIT. I spent six years between those two institutios but never did I miss one diwali in any form beacuse I was with my family back in Dehradun.
Sometimes brother and sister joined too with their kids but even if they didn't it was like no different because maa and papa were always thr by my side.
Though it was always a pleasure to celebrate the Diwali with everyone.
But after I passed out of IIT and came of to bangalore things changed. I was already working for 3-4 months when the Dipawali came up. For the first time in my life I was celebrating life without maa and papa, but yes this time around my sis n jiju were in bangalore so no issues. It was fun to celebrate though I missed the old times.
And then this diwali the simple world even complicated further. I am here in Singapore not very far away from Singapore but none from the family to celebrate this time. Nothing really happens and this diwali becomes like just another day of life. Quiet obvious like and quiet time, hanging out with another some one who was trying to kill his time coz he was out there like me celebrating Diwali.
So what becomes of Diwali.
Cleaning up the room including wiping the floor till 4 pm. Yes I know it sucks but mama used to do it so its kind of obvious to clean up as much as you can. Something you just do because you see your parents doing and cleanliness whatever I say I have to admit, I feel uncomfortable living without.
After that what to do catches you up. So you walk to the office. The same place where you spend the most time everyday. Then you work for few hours to be precise till 9 PM. In between you somoke and go out to buy phone cards to call everyone back in India.
@9PM you head to the eating destination where they serve good food and you like to eat though its a bit expensive but isn't it diwali.
"Pamper Yourself" boss says sometimes.
2 beers, 1 to be precise half bootle of Kingfisher small one and half of the Tiger, Maa ke Daal, Navratom Korma, Naans, Paneer Pakoda and Onion Pakoda's.
Click three snaps, take a cab and go home.
That's a new deepawali.
No its not that bad, but the thing is I still feel it would had been better had i been with friends or best if friends are reaplced by family.
But thats growing up. Because times change.
And we must grow up to know that they do.
Living independently celebrating alone is one that I am still to learn.
I can recall "Time is the teacher ", and I will learn.
May be next year I will be smart enought to light candles to know the diwali needs to be celebrated come whatever or may be I will be back with friends.
Oct 23, 2005
spending hard earned money to become bankrupt every month
Leonard Cohen
"I don't consider myself a pessimist at all. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel completely soaked to the skin."—from interview with The Daily Telegraph (1993)
Who else can touch me so well than a person who expresses his depression so well.
And so I have bought a new album called Leonard Cohen The Essential.
Sexy album...really husky voice ....shall write more about it soon.
"I don't consider myself a pessimist at all. I think of a pessimist as someone who is waiting for it to rain. And I feel completely soaked to the skin."—from interview with The Daily Telegraph (1993)
Who else can touch me so well than a person who expresses his depression so well.
And so I have bought a new album called Leonard Cohen The Essential.
Sexy album...really husky voice ....shall write more about it soon.
Oct 5, 2005
lolz old days : for the sake of memories
The following image ain't an ordinary image.
Yep I know it Sucks but am publishing this for the sake of good old days when these girls but yes am telling u these girls were some of the most sought after.
But that ain't something special among these girls it was just the rush of harmones in the veins and the sheer pressure imagine a ratio of about 1 gal to 25 males ...
No no please dun c to it as an insult to these girls, though they were really able to keep up making choices coz of the ratio that was maintained.
:( I wanted to talk abt the history of this snap.
But something else has come up my server........be right back
Yep I know it Sucks but am publishing this for the sake of good old days when these girls but yes am telling u these girls were some of the most sought after.
But that ain't something special among these girls it was just the rush of harmones in the veins and the sheer pressure imagine a ratio of about 1 gal to 25 males ...
No no please dun c to it as an insult to these girls, though they were really able to keep up making choices coz of the ratio that was maintained.
:( I wanted to talk abt the history of this snap.
But something else has come up my server........be right back
Sep 14, 2005
and you bleed
There is a problem you know about.
There is a problem with your emotional self. It comes up when you love something, when you are emotionally too attached to something. And it makes you bleed and weep.
It makes you feel so sad about that you just can't think of something else.
And yes I have that problem with me.
It doesn't matter what is the centre of the problem but when something comes near or touches something which is so close to my heart I just can't breathe easy and here am now blogging sitting in front of one such problem, I just can't put my point across. I don't want someone to bog it down or to create a scene because here I am sitting thinking about it and bloddy in a bad mood cause of all this.
And bloody this thing ain't something really its work. Bloody this project.
Why do I regret it every time.
I have grown so myopic spending my hours over it, day after day.
To an extent that I take everything personally now.
Bloody bad. Makes me sad.
I can' take it now. I can't make it now.
Why am I making an emotional fool of mine. Why does it hurt so much. I am sick.
Why does work mix so much into my life.
What the fuck....:(
when will i stop being a fool.....when god kows when.
Look what I have now because of this sleepless nights, terrible headaches, am staying away from home in Singapore in that house that sux, I don't eat meals regularly..and I am not even professionally sure like what after RBS..why would some one hire me. I am losing everything still its like moths I keep pushing my self beyond limits.
Why ...why..why do I suffer all this..
There is a problem with your emotional self. It comes up when you love something, when you are emotionally too attached to something. And it makes you bleed and weep.
It makes you feel so sad about that you just can't think of something else.
And yes I have that problem with me.
It doesn't matter what is the centre of the problem but when something comes near or touches something which is so close to my heart I just can't breathe easy and here am now blogging sitting in front of one such problem, I just can't put my point across. I don't want someone to bog it down or to create a scene because here I am sitting thinking about it and bloddy in a bad mood cause of all this.
And bloody this thing ain't something really its work. Bloody this project.
Why do I regret it every time.
I have grown so myopic spending my hours over it, day after day.
To an extent that I take everything personally now.
Bloody bad. Makes me sad.
I can' take it now. I can't make it now.
Why am I making an emotional fool of mine. Why does it hurt so much. I am sick.
Why does work mix so much into my life.
What the fuck....:(
when will i stop being a fool.....when god kows when.
Look what I have now because of this sleepless nights, terrible headaches, am staying away from home in Singapore in that house that sux, I don't eat meals regularly..and I am not even professionally sure like what after RBS..why would some one hire me. I am losing everything still its like moths I keep pushing my self beyond limits.
Why ...why..why do I suffer all this..
Sep 9, 2005
garhwali folk music
Am in a good mood today and I don't know why? Yes thats what has become of me.
May be thats because I just had a chat with my frn avinash one guy with whom I have shared such a long time talking that anything we talk about now feels like it has already been talked about.
Or may be its about the music I am listening to.
I don't know much about garhawali music. Before that I need to tell you whomsoever you are that garhawal and kumaon are two prominent parts of the state called Uttaranchal in India. And its the place where the spirituality of the world belongs to, yes literally speaking its calles "DEVBHUMI" or the land of the gods.
Garhwalis are people who belong to this place calles Garhwal and I am one of them.
Garhwali's are famous for just what Gurkha's are known for. Their honesty and their loyalty. Am thats what makes me feel proud of.
I was not much of a garhwali until I grew up and realised how distantly I was a part of the Garhwal. I could not speak the native language, could not understand the folk music, virtually knew the place as it existed and as I started moving away I started realising that the bond was slowly and alowly becoming stronger. And I guess thats what I have realised about life that we tend to realise the importance of things only when the things are taken away from us. I didn't realise how great was my native place until I moved out, how beautiful and peaceful it was until I was away, in fact how great is India and what is the joy of being an Indian until I came here to Singapore.
But am happy better late than never.
am listening to Narendra Singh Negi. The most popular of the singers in whole of the uttaranchal and isn't it an irony in my life that being such a music buff I have attended very few of concerts and of those one was Negi's at IIT Kanpur during my post graduation days.
This is such simple music that may be people can say there is no depth in it. This is so plane and refreshing. Just like the tibbet or chinese tranditional music. Music they rightly say has no boundaries. I spent the whole day listening to tibettan and chinese music from some chinese website about tibet which I could not even decipher a word about. But I could relate to the music so easily.
Whatever it is.
I know today that India is the best. And am proud to be Indian.
I am a global citizen and music is one of the best things I can appreciate in life.
Too many things together in a post. May be it is, may be it is not but thats why its an impression of chaos in my life :)
May be thats because I just had a chat with my frn avinash one guy with whom I have shared such a long time talking that anything we talk about now feels like it has already been talked about.
Or may be its about the music I am listening to.
I don't know much about garhawali music. Before that I need to tell you whomsoever you are that garhawal and kumaon are two prominent parts of the state called Uttaranchal in India. And its the place where the spirituality of the world belongs to, yes literally speaking its calles "DEVBHUMI" or the land of the gods.
Garhwalis are people who belong to this place calles Garhwal and I am one of them.
Garhwali's are famous for just what Gurkha's are known for. Their honesty and their loyalty. Am thats what makes me feel proud of.
I was not much of a garhwali until I grew up and realised how distantly I was a part of the Garhwal. I could not speak the native language, could not understand the folk music, virtually knew the place as it existed and as I started moving away I started realising that the bond was slowly and alowly becoming stronger. And I guess thats what I have realised about life that we tend to realise the importance of things only when the things are taken away from us. I didn't realise how great was my native place until I moved out, how beautiful and peaceful it was until I was away, in fact how great is India and what is the joy of being an Indian until I came here to Singapore.
But am happy better late than never.
am listening to Narendra Singh Negi. The most popular of the singers in whole of the uttaranchal and isn't it an irony in my life that being such a music buff I have attended very few of concerts and of those one was Negi's at IIT Kanpur during my post graduation days.
This is such simple music that may be people can say there is no depth in it. This is so plane and refreshing. Just like the tibbet or chinese tranditional music. Music they rightly say has no boundaries. I spent the whole day listening to tibettan and chinese music from some chinese website about tibet which I could not even decipher a word about. But I could relate to the music so easily.
Whatever it is.
I know today that India is the best. And am proud to be Indian.
I am a global citizen and music is one of the best things I can appreciate in life.
Too many things together in a post. May be it is, may be it is not but thats why its an impression of chaos in my life :)
Aug 31, 2005
crazy days for me
Life is twisting and turning for me. I don't know who is doing what and who wants what from this life. And the worst realization over and over for me is "Man Is Not An Island". I don't feel liking to anyone these days. I don't feel like living this life. I don't feel like doing anything. There is an emptiness thats filling me.
I want to be let alone to go in my shell where I have no one to disturb me. No one and when I say no one I really mean no one not even my flatmates. It makes me feel so bad to depend on someone for something.
What the fuck? I woke up to realise that unlike everyday someone has not woken me up. Am all alone at home at 10 AM. What a bloody taste I had in my mouth. I was like bloody angry that why the hell can't I wake up everyday on my own. Okay I hurriedly took a bath called up a Cab. And when I looked at my watch just before I realised that I was wearing a jeans and T Shirt on wednesday coz I had a thing on my mind that today is "FRIDAY". I don't know whats happening to me.
Am too stubborn, growing more and more away from being social. I like to keep looking into my laptop cause it helps me fix my mind away from things which bother me. The moment I take a look away I feel utterly uncomfortable, kinda exposed naked. Its depressing at times to think all this I know I try to avoid this but it all comes back to me overn over again. I can't find things to enjoy, even if I find things they don't last enough time.
Music does not appeal to me. I am looking for people on yahoo messenger but I don't feel like talking to them. Even when I talk to someone I am stuck mostly with "AM OKAY, ARE U OKAY" kind of conversations which are mostly because once you initiated it you don't know or rather can't run away. I spend times browsing through communities on Orkut, post messages here and there out of the reason sometimes. Just to do something. The more I think about it the more I realise how little things to do I have in my life.
Morning starts with a ride to LRT to MRT, looking at people moving amongst crowds heading for a place called Office. Evenings are like stuffed back into the same trains and head towards a place people often refer to as home.
There is a kind of discipline which life is trying to put me into, to tie me down but am a free bird. A free spirit who knows not what to do, who fails to look beyond the obvious searching for something. Something which will make me feel good, make me happy but the worst part is there is nothing in this world. Ironically, the search goes on and the possibility of find that thing keeps dwindling.
Thats life. Thats my life. Thats everyones life. Sometimes I wonder if its life living or surviving.
I want to be let alone to go in my shell where I have no one to disturb me. No one and when I say no one I really mean no one not even my flatmates. It makes me feel so bad to depend on someone for something.
What the fuck? I woke up to realise that unlike everyday someone has not woken me up. Am all alone at home at 10 AM. What a bloody taste I had in my mouth. I was like bloody angry that why the hell can't I wake up everyday on my own. Okay I hurriedly took a bath called up a Cab. And when I looked at my watch just before I realised that I was wearing a jeans and T Shirt on wednesday coz I had a thing on my mind that today is "FRIDAY". I don't know whats happening to me.
Am too stubborn, growing more and more away from being social. I like to keep looking into my laptop cause it helps me fix my mind away from things which bother me. The moment I take a look away I feel utterly uncomfortable, kinda exposed naked. Its depressing at times to think all this I know I try to avoid this but it all comes back to me overn over again. I can't find things to enjoy, even if I find things they don't last enough time.
Music does not appeal to me. I am looking for people on yahoo messenger but I don't feel like talking to them. Even when I talk to someone I am stuck mostly with "AM OKAY, ARE U OKAY" kind of conversations which are mostly because once you initiated it you don't know or rather can't run away. I spend times browsing through communities on Orkut, post messages here and there out of the reason sometimes. Just to do something. The more I think about it the more I realise how little things to do I have in my life.
Morning starts with a ride to LRT to MRT, looking at people moving amongst crowds heading for a place called Office. Evenings are like stuffed back into the same trains and head towards a place people often refer to as home.
There is a kind of discipline which life is trying to put me into, to tie me down but am a free bird. A free spirit who knows not what to do, who fails to look beyond the obvious searching for something. Something which will make me feel good, make me happy but the worst part is there is nothing in this world. Ironically, the search goes on and the possibility of find that thing keeps dwindling.
Thats life. Thats my life. Thats everyones life. Sometimes I wonder if its life living or surviving.
Aug 29, 2005
China Town Walk
Life without a laptop just stops.
Misery of a software engineer he can't just live with or wihout it. I decided to take a day off from my work (Saturday n Sunday) and guess what I just couldn't decide what to d and where to go. Coming to office and working is so simple it takes away all the pain of spending time.So many things we cn literally do once I enter the Internet...n at office its always connected. Though at home also I can surf net but my buggin flatmates make life miserable n I feel better when I am alone all by me.
Neways since I had promised myself I went for a walk to China Town and I will let the pics do the talking.
This statue of the ole china man is at the metal gate of some museum around China Square and behind village
and this is one of the four marvellous gates. The oters I could not capture may be some other time I will do the same.
This one just on side of the escalators to china town's pagoda street caught my attention n this one I will name "THE GOVT", thats what was on my mind when I saw this.
There is a different architecture for temples in Singapore and Malaysia. This one is what I saw in China Town, in fact the street is called Temple Street
Don't know what coming up but workers were erecting one pagoda and something else.
It looked beautiful and interesting. There was one charachter with the bow that reminded me of the japanese version of god rama.
Walking around I discovered shades of life in Singapore which are virtually non existent to us when we move around shuffle in between office n home, travel. These untouched aspects of life are visible when you go to Little India on a Saturday or Sunday tp find labours all around or when I took this walk. Anyways claims of the government are now clear to me what it says n even what that means.
And this was the end of the walk. I left for BEDOK took a cab met a friendly cab driver n we had discussions about gambling in casinos of genting. watched Mangal Pandey which is too bad.
And what happens when there are lots of people breaking the law in a so called FINE CITY Singapore..nothing . Wish I could have taken this picture an hor before n the number of people behind this board would have made the difference. Still I will do it next time...there is a saturday every week isn't it?
more next time...can't blog on monday morning when there is work to catch up...
Misery of a software engineer he can't just live with or wihout it. I decided to take a day off from my work (Saturday n Sunday) and guess what I just couldn't decide what to d and where to go. Coming to office and working is so simple it takes away all the pain of spending time.So many things we cn literally do once I enter the Internet...n at office its always connected. Though at home also I can surf net but my buggin flatmates make life miserable n I feel better when I am alone all by me.
Neways since I had promised myself I went for a walk to China Town and I will let the pics do the talking.
This statue of the ole china man is at the metal gate of some museum around China Square and behind village
and this is one of the four marvellous gates. The oters I could not capture may be some other time I will do the same.
This one just on side of the escalators to china town's pagoda street caught my attention n this one I will name "THE GOVT", thats what was on my mind when I saw this.
There is a different architecture for temples in Singapore and Malaysia. This one is what I saw in China Town, in fact the street is called Temple Street
Don't know what coming up but workers were erecting one pagoda and something else.
It looked beautiful and interesting. There was one charachter with the bow that reminded me of the japanese version of god rama.
Walking around I discovered shades of life in Singapore which are virtually non existent to us when we move around shuffle in between office n home, travel. These untouched aspects of life are visible when you go to Little India on a Saturday or Sunday tp find labours all around or when I took this walk. Anyways claims of the government are now clear to me what it says n even what that means.
And this was the end of the walk. I left for BEDOK took a cab met a friendly cab driver n we had discussions about gambling in casinos of genting. watched Mangal Pandey which is too bad.
And what happens when there are lots of people breaking the law in a so called FINE CITY Singapore..nothing . Wish I could have taken this picture an hor before n the number of people behind this board would have made the difference. Still I will do it next time...there is a saturday every week isn't it?
more next time...can't blog on monday morning when there is work to catch up...
Aug 23, 2005
the iPOD insider story..dirty little secret
few times I have bought a product and regretted so much as of after buying my iPOD. Using an iPOD is a good experience but after knowing what apple says iPOD service an shocked...
The following is the information available in the FAQ at the official website
What happens when an iPod is serviced?
iPod equipment sent in for service is replaced with functionally equivalent new, used, or refurbished iPod equipment. Service is prcessed through AppleCare's direct mail-in system. You will not receive the same iPod that was sent in for service. If your original iPod was personalized by Apple, your replacement iPod will be automatically personalized with the same text.
and in case u thought that was all, read this.
Will the data on my iPod be preserved?
No. Songs and files will not be transferred to your replacement iPod. Make sure to back up important files, and to remove all data from your iPod before sending it to Apple. Apple is not responsible for any data sent to it in connection with service.
I have just pointed out to what apple says.
Want to read more..read about the battery replacement program
I don't know what to say....but as some one pointed out...every rose has its thorn.
iPOD is a product marketed with lots of marketing n people like me really know nothing about it except for the music experience...feel cheated in the end.
Why must not you buy an iPOD ?
a) The battery is non user reaplacable. Though apple has come a long way from the intial days when the battery was not at all replaceable n lasted only 18 months...it was official policy at apple to ask customers to buy a new iPOD instead of asking for a replacement.
b) The iTUNES software. Its hell bad of a software and bulky.
c) You can only transfer files into the iPOD and thats it. If u hvae ideas like okay you will go and copy music on ur iPOD to a friends computer or ur own machine forget it unless u r using in USB harddrive modes..but in this mode u can't play the songs on the iPOD.
d) When I send my iPOD for a battery replacement I will get someone else's iPOD which can even be a refurbished one. Imagine the same u send your laptop for replair n they send u someone else's machine.....this is unberable to me....
So option u r iPOD u inveted in is just a 1.5 years gadget..fucking expensive deal
Pity me I have a 30 GB photo iPOD I bought for 618 dollars in Singapore. I am extremely satisfied with the experience of listening to my iPOD but extremely disturbed about the hidden information which apple never talks about.
More information is available here
Aug 18, 2005
shit happens
Updated Monday 22 Aug,2005
Just when I thought it was all over, more shit happens.
I had recreated the data yesterday spending weekend in office n today when I come back I realise there is problem with not one but 847 sku's.
Yesterday was the deadline and now am growing dead..more and more
u delete the transaction ledger on the production database accidently
and u cry in pain....shame n embarassment...thats what happened with me,no one says a word and here I am trying to recover ...pull up the threads.....
I shall regret doing this.....
Sometimes when u love something too much and u kill it urself its not only pain...its much much more than that
Just when I thought it was all over, more shit happens.
I had recreated the data yesterday spending weekend in office n today when I come back I realise there is problem with not one but 847 sku's.
Yesterday was the deadline and now am growing dead..more and more
u delete the transaction ledger on the production database accidently
and u cry in pain....shame n embarassment...thats what happened with me,no one says a word and here I am trying to recover ...pull up the threads.....
I shall regret doing this.....
Sometimes when u love something too much and u kill it urself its not only pain...its much much more than that
Aug 17, 2005
lucky me
hey I have got one more pic......great yes I know this doesn't look like a part of IIT Kanpur but yes this is it..IIT K's fmaous MT
what the world needs most today
marks of modern civilization.....as they call them
Sometimes I wonder this is what the world needs...or what we need is food education health care for all....but why should I think of your problems....and why should you think of mine? And please make sure that if some one thinks about them, then it should only be limited to thinking and it has to be made sure that they are never put into action.
Ne ways this is just Petronas...looks good appealing to eyes..worth watching
Sometimes I wonder this is what the world needs...or what we need is food education health care for all....but why should I think of your problems....and why should you think of mine? And please make sure that if some one thinks about them, then it should only be limited to thinking and it has to be made sure that they are never put into action.
Ne ways this is just Petronas...looks good appealing to eyes..worth watching
Aug 16, 2005
fuel does it fuel the desire
the fuel which powers us all or is killing us down
Are we eating or this junk is eating us down.....
Imagine a life without burgers/fries ....I can see hunger and death by startvation..okay being a bit myopic I can se hypoglucomia.....
Some one rightly said that if there was a perfect roti maker, why whould a bachelor marry? I can only agree
Are we eating or this junk is eating us down.....
Imagine a life without burgers/fries ....I can see hunger and death by startvation..okay being a bit myopic I can se hypoglucomia.....
Some one rightly said that if there was a perfect roti maker, why whould a bachelor marry? I can only agree
Aug 14, 2005
pic blog
hey I thought y not maintain a picture blog woudn't it bea easier to do then writing all the things one after the another....
here the kinda office stationary that looks good ..
myTune:Led Zepplin's stairway to heaven
myMood: floating
justOneLine:wtf
here the kinda office stationary that looks good ..
myTune:Led Zepplin's stairway to heaven
myMood: floating
justOneLine:wtf
am sorry frns
sorry people I am getting so bored by life lately that I dun feel like doing anything and so I spend more and more hours in office doing nothing at all for hours together.
I just find any reason to blog as well and that explains why I didn't complete the malysia trip topic.
For the people who have been to IIT K try to recognize the guy in this snap....remember there was a place called MotorTransport...MT nothing to do with motors for us but where they served break fast ...for people like us all through the day ;).
I just find any reason to blog as well and that explains why I didn't complete the malysia trip topic.
For the people who have been to IIT K try to recognize the guy in this snap....remember there was a place called MotorTransport...MT nothing to do with motors for us but where they served break fast ...for people like us all through the day ;).
Aug 3, 2005
malaysia ..wow truly asia on road from Singapore
Thrusday July 28, 2005
Finally the packed bags were carried and 13 of us excuding the two kids (which made the whole lot of the trip miserable) boarded the ford transit and headed for Malaysia. The trip had so many deviations from the orginal plan, that I sometimes think about it and find that only thing that was common was that we were going by road and the other one is that we were going to Malaysia.
Started of the trip with the wait for Charles n Company to come to the office. Instead of the scheduled arrival at buona vista at 7:30 the bus came here almost 2 hrs late.
After clearing the Woodland's Check Point we crossed over to the no man's land between Singapore and Malaysia, drove for some 10 mins to reach the Johar bahru entry point for Malaysia. Formalities and stamping of our visa's took place n it was so fast that we hardly realised that we were in Malaysia.
Just across the Immigration office were a few shops selling miscellaneous stuff.
To my surprise they were acceptng both ringgits and sing dollars. Went in to buy a pack of Benson and Hedges which costs 11 SGD in Singapore and they guy gave me back more than 11 ringgits. That was the first realization that same Singapore dollars have lot more buying power when in Malaysia, and its almost double at most of the places.
i SGD = 2.29 Ringgits
BTW, I was greeted on board with beers by aashish. Warm Indian hospitality.
Friday 12:15 AM, Johar Bahru
First taste of local cusine in Malaysia was at Johar Bahru at this food court.
Though as a matter of fact, beers were bought at 7-11 store even before the others had taste of food. With Charles and Aasish around that is something which people can call obvious.
First Mishap: First mishap occured the moment we were geting into our transport. Shree Shree 1008 Saju ji, the daughter of King Charles 15 got her fingers trapped into the car's door. N do I need to tell what followed. Search for a doctor in the nite and .....whatever .
Malaysian Highways: Johar Bahru to Kuala Lumpur
Approximately four hours of drive on a highway which boasts a speed of upto 110 KM//hr is KL from Johar Bahru. We were back on roads at around 1:30 AM and our estimate was to reach KL in the morning.
Aashish meanwhile kept bringing out beer bottles which no one except aashish, me and rahul the people in the divider seat knew about. Just when we thought it was all over he would bring out one more and in total 5-6 bottles of beers were dscovered after we had all assumed that okay there was no more beer in the vehicle, the term "HOME BREW" was discovered here.
After around one hour of drive, listening to those songs for the mentally challenged which anand had brought with him and were played until the cd was lost some days later..am really happy for that :D, the driver stopped. He was feeling sleepy. Another one hour and he gave up and Shoaib took over the driver's seat, and drove all the way to just outskirts of Kuala Lumpur.
Rahul had taken over the co-driver's seat and then it started to rain as well.
Heavy rains..lotsa water on roads, driver sleeping..only 3-4 people awake, that was the most difficult time to stay focussed...and stay awake.
We checked in to the Federal Hotel in Kuala Lumpurat 6 am in the morning, and it was really a lovely hotel.
Kuala Lumpur 11 AM, July 29 2005
Woke up to find that Shoaib, ankita, rahul were the only people interested to go out. Sandip, ravi and murari were awready missing.
Went out to explore KL for breakfast. Girls greeted us at a place near our hotel rehearsing for some fashion show...had coffee with lotsa cream n chicken sandwitches for break fast @ STARBUCKS.
Lunch and mobilising the group took full 3-4 hours, which was really horrible and from thr we left for some shopping mall, suggested by our driver and accidently we discovered that there was some boating scene downstairs and before we realised all the people were in a boat heading for the open mine
Some beautiful snaps were clicked on the boat ride and I think the whole 30 mins ride was an awesome experience in itself.
Halted at some meenar where we could c the petronas towers from the front.
Wow what a view of the KL from that tower.
hard rock cafe wow what an electric place to be and beer so cheap compared to singapore...beer beer n beer ...we did booze from midnight to almost 3 am in the morning till they time the band called it a day.
but before we left I was sloshed enuf......and lotsa things happened that nite.
BM
will countinue later
Finally the packed bags were carried and 13 of us excuding the two kids (which made the whole lot of the trip miserable) boarded the ford transit and headed for Malaysia. The trip had so many deviations from the orginal plan, that I sometimes think about it and find that only thing that was common was that we were going by road and the other one is that we were going to Malaysia.
Started of the trip with the wait for Charles n Company to come to the office. Instead of the scheduled arrival at buona vista at 7:30 the bus came here almost 2 hrs late.
After clearing the Woodland's Check Point we crossed over to the no man's land between Singapore and Malaysia, drove for some 10 mins to reach the Johar bahru entry point for Malaysia. Formalities and stamping of our visa's took place n it was so fast that we hardly realised that we were in Malaysia.
Just across the Immigration office were a few shops selling miscellaneous stuff.
To my surprise they were acceptng both ringgits and sing dollars. Went in to buy a pack of Benson and Hedges which costs 11 SGD in Singapore and they guy gave me back more than 11 ringgits. That was the first realization that same Singapore dollars have lot more buying power when in Malaysia, and its almost double at most of the places.
i SGD = 2.29 Ringgits
BTW, I was greeted on board with beers by aashish. Warm Indian hospitality.
Friday 12:15 AM, Johar Bahru
First taste of local cusine in Malaysia was at Johar Bahru at this food court.
Though as a matter of fact, beers were bought at 7-11 store even before the others had taste of food. With Charles and Aasish around that is something which people can call obvious.
First Mishap: First mishap occured the moment we were geting into our transport. Shree Shree 1008 Saju ji, the daughter of King Charles 15 got her fingers trapped into the car's door. N do I need to tell what followed. Search for a doctor in the nite and .....whatever .
Malaysian Highways: Johar Bahru to Kuala Lumpur
Approximately four hours of drive on a highway which boasts a speed of upto 110 KM//hr is KL from Johar Bahru. We were back on roads at around 1:30 AM and our estimate was to reach KL in the morning.
Aashish meanwhile kept bringing out beer bottles which no one except aashish, me and rahul the people in the divider seat knew about. Just when we thought it was all over he would bring out one more and in total 5-6 bottles of beers were dscovered after we had all assumed that okay there was no more beer in the vehicle, the term "HOME BREW" was discovered here.
After around one hour of drive, listening to those songs for the mentally challenged which anand had brought with him and were played until the cd was lost some days later..am really happy for that :D, the driver stopped. He was feeling sleepy. Another one hour and he gave up and Shoaib took over the driver's seat, and drove all the way to just outskirts of Kuala Lumpur.
Rahul had taken over the co-driver's seat and then it started to rain as well.
Heavy rains..lotsa water on roads, driver sleeping..only 3-4 people awake, that was the most difficult time to stay focussed...and stay awake.
We checked in to the Federal Hotel in Kuala Lumpurat 6 am in the morning, and it was really a lovely hotel.
Kuala Lumpur 11 AM, July 29 2005
Woke up to find that Shoaib, ankita, rahul were the only people interested to go out. Sandip, ravi and murari were awready missing.
Went out to explore KL for breakfast. Girls greeted us at a place near our hotel rehearsing for some fashion show...had coffee with lotsa cream n chicken sandwitches for break fast @ STARBUCKS.
Lunch and mobilising the group took full 3-4 hours, which was really horrible and from thr we left for some shopping mall, suggested by our driver and accidently we discovered that there was some boating scene downstairs and before we realised all the people were in a boat heading for the open mine
Some beautiful snaps were clicked on the boat ride and I think the whole 30 mins ride was an awesome experience in itself.
Halted at some meenar where we could c the petronas towers from the front.
Wow what a view of the KL from that tower.
hard rock cafe wow what an electric place to be and beer so cheap compared to singapore...beer beer n beer ...we did booze from midnight to almost 3 am in the morning till they time the band called it a day.
but before we left I was sloshed enuf......and lotsa things happened that nite.
BM
will countinue later
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