Rakhi Ka Swayamvar

Finally, I am starting my second innings here.

The reason of my comeback is Rakhi, the great drama queen ‘Rakhi Sawant’. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a Rakhi fan or something. Actually my friend Anuj suggested me to watch Rakhi Ka Swayamvar last week. I was like pagal hai kya? Mere paas aur kuchh kaam nahi hai jo mai TV mai Rakhi dekhunga! He convinced me by reminding the drama she made in the big boss. I started googling about the show before watching it. I was surprised to know that Rakhi Ka Swayamvar opened at 4.1 TRP, which is much above other Indian television shows. Rakhi Ka Swayamvar was viewed by over 28 million viewers across the country in the first week of launch. The show has also shown its wide reach, appealing to audiences across all age groups and geographies.

But let me warn you guys, you need to have the talent of enjoying this show. Not everyone can appreciate Rakhi :P. Here are my observations…

The show starts with...
“Muje jeendgi mai jo bhi mila hai, television se mila hai.
Ab muje talash hai, sachhe pyar ki, aur woh bhi television se hi milega.
Mai shaadi ka joda pahnugi, haatho mai mahendi rachaungi.
Fir ek safed ghodi pe beth kar, ek raaj kumar aayega.
Aur mere wahi mahendi wale haath, chum kar kahega I love you
Ye ke reality show nahi meri life hai life
Kyo ki mai dhundh rahi hu apna life partner, jee han shaadi karne wali hu mai
Sirf imagine par, agar aap mai hai woh baat, to le jaiye mera haath.. :)”
oy yar Rakhi, ek tu hi hai jo TV pe shadi karne ke liye soch sakti hai.

I was thinking ki yar Rakhi se shaadi karne ke liye kon jayega? But to my surprise, there were many guys (common what is wrong with you guys!!!) dying to marry her, and after some elimination rounds 16 guys were selected for the Swayamwar.

Just like another reality shows all the contestants (yeah that’s what they call them, they are competing for a big prize named Rakhi!!!) had to perform some tasks. Tasks including walking on the fire, dancing, singing, going to group date (lol), writing lover letter and some other challenging tasks. I just can’t digest it, performing some task as a contestant to marry a girl!!! I guess that would be the last thing on the earth I will do.

Alright coming back to Rakhi, in her interviews to answer the question “Aapko kaisa ladka chahiye?” She replied “Bilkul confident ho meri tarah, duniya se lade, samna karne ki takat ho (bodyguard chahiye kya???) 6 pack na ho chalega but badi tummy bhi nahi honi chahiye. Fit ho bilkul army man ki tarah. Dimag ho, Talent ho, etc etc”
Yar muje ek baat batao, agar itna sab kuchh hoga bande mai to woh fir tere se shaadi kyo karega ??

Some more from her interview, jab S maata ka swamwar ho sakta hai.. une Ram mil sakta hai tu muje kyo nahi mil sakta. (Kyo ki woh S thi and tum Rakhi). Muje yakin hai ki muje Ram na mile par Shyam to jaroor mil jayega. (Ha Ramlaal to jaroor mil hi jayenge).

Talking about the contestants. Sab ek se badh kar ek hai… koi body builder to koi filmy ashiq, Koi shadi shudha to koi girlfriend wala, Koi police wala to ko businessman. Even there was a software engineer also (yar I know techie ki life mai bahut lafde hote hai but itne bhi nahi ki Rakhi se shaadi karni pade!!!)

Some cheesy dialogues from the show…
Rakhi: Udna chahti hu mai, Fly karna chahti hu mai.
The Guy: Chalo mai tumhare pankh ban jata hu.
Rakhi’s bro (yeah they have come up with Rakhi’s bro as well): Kitna kamate ho?
The Guy: Utna ki rakhi ka guzara kar saku. (Bete ye bahut pahunchi huyi cheez hai aise hi guzara nahi ho sakta)
The Guy greeting Rakhi: Aaja mera baccha!!
Rakhi: Packing ho gai?
The Guy: Ha kapde pack kar liya aur bhi bahut kuchh.. bahut sari yadain...

Apni Rakhi bhi kam nahi hai… Usko har kisi se pyar ho gaya… sab se deep feelings ho gaye. “Ab nahi kar sakti mai. Yaha ek ek kar ke sare dulhe jaa rahe hai. Koi muje puchho kya feel hota hai. Kitna dard hota hai” yar Rakhi India mai I guess tum ek se jyada ladko se shaadi to nahi kar paogi… fir ye drama kyo? But she is really a drama queen, in some other occasion she was justifying her image. “Mai modern hu, bold hu, item girl hu, chhote kapde pahnti hu par apni limits cross nahi karti” Limits!!! Do you know what does that mean?
Sab ladko ke mom dad ko in laws bolna, sabko bolna ki mai aapse pyar karne lagi hu. Mera dulha… too much yar…

After meeting one of the families, Itna achha laga.. jis tarah se mamma ne muje itni badi smile ke saath aarti uteri. halwa khilaya, tika lagaya, flowers diye, gift diya. (I am really confused Rakhi, Kis cheez se itna khush ho gai tum? Halwe se, tike se, flowers se ki gift se? ya fir family ko milke?)

Muje sab khana banana aata hai (koi na bhi puchhe to bahi ) aur uske baad jaise explain kiya, sab ki samaj mai aa gaya ki kitna aata hai. Bechari chup nahi rah sakti na wahi problem hai, samaj mai nahi aata kitna bolna chahiye and fir galat bol jati hai.

Manas ko dekh ke muje laga ki woh muje protect kar sakta hai, meri dhaal ban sakta hai. (fir se tum bodyguard wale gun dekhne lagi!! Rakhi tumhe shaadi karni hai bodyguard nahi chahiye) Jis tarah se who pissed off huye... gussa kiye... n then a big I-love-him-so-much-smile. Manas ko gussa aaya... muje itna achha laga... ki manas ne stand uthaya... Ek waqt tha jab mere liye koi khada nahi rahta tha... aaj ek waqt hai ke mere liye sab khade rahte hai. Mere saath ek chhoti si galat cheez huyi... uske liye baat kar rahe hai...jagda kar rahe hai... ek achhi cheez ke liye lad rahe hai... (yar aaj bhi wahi waqt hai, bas show hai logo ko publicity mil rahi hai is liye sab tere stand le rahe hai)

In one of the interview she told that her favorite color is Black and Red. But when a guy came in Blue color, she was like. Aapne blue color ka shire pahna hai, mera favorite hai and again the I-love-him-so-much-smile. (yar tum kya bande ke shirt ke color se apna favorite color decide karti ho???)

Ab jaha pe rakhi ho and Kiss controversy na ho aisa chalega kya???
Is show mai bhi kiss controversy huyi… A guy called Love tried kissing her (this time not on her lips though) and it made a big controversy. Though Rakhi liked it but there was a huge pressure from other contestants. Agar Love kiss kar sakta hai to hum bhi kar sakte hai (yar nobody has doubt on anybody’s kissing abilities. Relax!!!) Agar woh next round se bahar nahi hota hai to hum chale jayenga… Finally Rakhi ne show ki thodi kadar karte huye ek statement diya… “Love ne bhi achha nahi kiya. Aap ek ladki se saath dance kar rahe hai jo aapki hone wali biwi hai... aap aisa nahi kar sakte” And she eliminated that guy.

Also looks like there is another controversy on her way.
It seems an FIR has been filed against Rakhi for stealing the concept of a marriage-based TV reality show from a private portal!!
http://www.rakhikaswayamvar.co.cc/2009/07/court-orders-fir-against-rakhi-five.html
When there is so much happening in the show, Fem, who sponsored the show, tried to advertise their products. Dekho koi kitni gatiya ad bana sakta hai… Once Rakhi says, sundar ban jau? kitni der lagegi? 15 minutes. Fem lagadu, bleach kardu. But I guess it is working. People do notice the ad and do remember that.

As per the show information on net - “When the show reaches its grand finale time and Rakhi finally gets down to making her final choice amongst the last remaining contestants, the makers of the show will be giving the contestants an option of either choosing big money or Rakhi. The guys will opt for the money bag over Rakhi.”

I am bit curious, jo bhi finalist hoga who paisa lega ki Rakhi??? Agar shadi hoti hai to kab tak chalegi? Kya Rakhi Finalist se shaadi karegi? Jaan ne ke liye dekhte rahiye “Rakhi Ka Swayamvar”

The Dark side of ragging

http://www.ibnlive.com/news/sadist-minds-the-untold-stories-of-campus-horror/46224-3-p0.html

Sadist minds: The untold stories of campus horror

Indu Antos, promising student and a keen violinist, painter and poet, was 16 when she died after being ragged in her college in August 1998.
Nine years have gone by and Indu’s parents haven’t got justice against people who had harassed and traumatized her. Indu’s father C L Antos was a management consultant but now all his time is spent fighting in courts and her mother is still in shock. Indu Villa in Chalakudy town of Kerala is still in mourning.
Indu studied in the Class XI in Mumbai's prestigious Sophiya College. Her parents got a call on August 4, 1998 that their daughter had died after falling off the third floor of the college hostel.

Indu had been in the college for 14 days but in that short period she had written home that she was being abused and harassed by her seniors every day. C L Antos says Indu’s letters mention that she was forced to dance naked, smoke, take drugs and take part in “sexual perversions”.

“She complained and on her behalf I took up this matter with the authorities twice or thrice. That was a mistake. After I complained, Indu was summoned in front of the principal. The people Indu had accused—Melissa and company—of ragging threatened her. That day Indu called me and said she was ready to leave the college,” says C L Antos.
Indu last called home on August 3 and a day later she was dead. Sophia College, which has the backing of the Church, said it was a suicide but an autopsy confirmed she had 27 injuries before death.

Indu’s diary says Melissa D’Souza, a final year B.Sc. student, and Greta Collasco, a Class XII student, had ragged her. The High Court accepted as Indu’s diary as her dying declaration but that didn’t lead to arrests. C L Antos’s only victory was that the court ruled that Indu was murdered.

“Society has made us orphans; Sophia College has made me an orphan. She was the light of my family and now she is gone,” says C L Antos.

Ragging begins in schools
Sridhar would have understood the Antos family’s tragedy if he hadn’t lost his sanity after being savagely beaten and thrown off a train by school bullies.
Sridhar, 22, was a Class X student of the National School in Tambaram, Chennai, five years ago. He abruptly stopped going to school one day and would lock himself up in his room and not talk to anyone.

He left home after lunch one day and was found hours later in a hospital with a hand cut off. It was then that his family came to know that Sridhar had stopped school because he feared bullies who ragged him every day.
The day he was found in the hospital the school bullies had caught him near a railway station and beat him up after pulling him inside a train. When the train started moving, the bullies threw him out and Sridhar fell on the tracks unconscious.
Thirty minutes later Sridhar woke up to find his hand ripped off and a train speeding towards him. He was bleeding but managed to pick himself and walk to a station.

Doctors later found that he had lost hearing in one ear too.
Sridhar lost his mind after that day. A promising young man now mumbles: "I don't like my name; Manoj is my name. Tamil has destroyed me—Spanish, Italian all good. They laugh at Tamil” and keeps asking his grandmother what happened to his arm.
Any mention of school or books gets him agitated. "I don't want to go to school, don't like it," he says.

Sridhar’s tormentors fled Chennai after that day and the police has now closed the file. His grandparents, who look after him, are old and unaware that their grandson is severely traumatised.

Indu and Sridhar’s tormentors were young but psychologists have long warned that ragging or vindictive behaviour is becoming common in schools.
“There is no age for this. We have got cases where the ragger was eight,” says psychologist Aruna Broota.

Don’t crib, don’t snitch School or college, obscure institute or prestigious IITs and IIMs, ragging has become a norm. In 2003, over a hundred new students or ‘freshers’ were stripped naked and paraded in the corridors of IIT Delhi’s Kumaon Hostel.
Broota says ragging has taken on a “sexual connotation” and a “pathological connotation. “You are trying to torture somebody by forcing him to undress, pulling his private parts—you are trying to ridicule somebody and you absolutely enjoying torturing.”

P M Bhandari, the director of Samrat Ashok Technological Institute (SATI) in Vidisha, Madhya Pradesh, says ragging creates a revenge mentality among victims. “Once a student is harassed he tries to get revenge in later years,” says Bhandari.
Rajendra Nikunj could tell Bhandari a lot more about ragging: he was a student in his college and was harassed and tortured for six months.
Nikunj, who lives in Bhopal, almost went insane and it took him three years to recover from the trauma. “They used to forcibly take us in the rooms and beat us,” says Nikunj, who hinted he was molestation too.

Nikunj’s father, Ran Mohan Ram, admits he knew his son was being tortured but asked him to continue at the college for a better career. “I kept telling him to do whatever they asked him to. After all his future was at stake,” says Ram.
Nikunj was in psychiatric care for over two years and changed college after recovering. “I wish that in future no student faces or suffers what I had to go through,” he says.

The Madhya Pradesh Human Rights Commission ordered a probe into the case, but Nikunj and his father gave written statements to the enquiry denying any incident of ragging. Ram says he doesn’t want his son's trauma to play out in public.
And its not just parents, even students are wary of reporting ragging cases. Akshay, an undergraduate student, too believes that one must not snitch.
“If you do that, for the next few years you will be known as a person who snitched. I think your self-esteem and respect in the college—all of it—would go for a six. There is a social stigma to complaining about ragging,” says Akshay.
It’s no excuse Hostel space is considered to be a completely private domain. The biggest mistake a fresher can make is to complain to authorities, like the warden or the principal, who are considered outsiders.

Ragging cases are increasing because of this don’t-snitch mentality. Andhra Pradesh has reported the highest number of ragging cases (23) in the last years out: 21 cases were made public a landmark Supreme Court ruling on ragging in 2001. In UP, 21 out of 22 cases have come in the last six years. In West Bengal 19 ragging cases have been reported after the 2001 ruling.

The common excuse for ragging is that it helps break the ice between students but that argument is now considered indefensible and the Supreme Court has forbade the practice.

Some campuses now ‘break the ice’ between students through induction programmes and counselling. IIT Kanpur has a proactive induction programme that makes new students feel at home, not humiliated.

IIT Kanpur’s programme ensures a zero-ragging environment and asks seniors to be friends and mentors to new students. But such peer interaction is rare in other institutes. The Supreme Court’s ruling holds institutions accountable for ragging, so though colleges may warn students there is no guarantee that trouble-makers will be kept at bay.

T Bhaskar Rao, president of the Sri Lok Bandhu Educational Society, says his educational institutes are very serious against ragging and have committees to keep a watch. Rajendra, 18, wishes Rao had been as sincere last year. Rajendra joined a course in the Thandra Paparaya Engineering College, which is run by the Rao’s society, in Vijaynagaram in 2005.

Nine days later, Rajendra’s life was ruined. Drunken seniors took on Rajendra, angry that he had not turned up for a ragging session. An ugly fight started and Rajendra slipped off the roof and fell on high-voltage power cables. He lost a hand and damaged a leg.

The incident occurred five yrs after the SC judgment and three years after his own college had constituted an anti-ragging committee. “When I was in hospital some parents told me how they lost their children due to ragging. Seniors cut off a student’s ears. Many families were too poor to do any thing against culprits,” says Rajendra, who has now left the engineering college.
Ragging hasn’t defeated Rajendra though. “I've lost my hand and I have a damaged leg but I have decided to cope with the situation. Everybody has 100 percent but I've only 50 percent. But I will continue to utilise that 50 percent and aim for 100 percent,” he says.

People say ragging is harmless fun—it wasn’t for Indu, Sridhar and Rajendra.

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Hi Friends,

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Gujarati [Worth visiting once]

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All In One

http://bhejafry.net/

http://mannerless.com/

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A DESI in a DownTown

Hi there :)

I am back with a brand new blog … I am going to write about how a “Desi” (An Indian in other countries) feels after going to a downtown.

Actually, the story starts back at home only. As most of the airlines allow 23 + 23 + 8 = 54 Kg of luggage, which is more than enough for a person, a desi makes some strategies to take excess luggage. Here are some the tricks he uses. He puts around 24-25 kg in each bag, most of the time air line people do not crib about 2-3 extra kg and then in hand bags he puts as much as he can. Ya desis put15 Kg in hand bag as it is not being weighed anywhere. Desi carries a laptop bag also and puts some extra 2 kg in that and carries some heavy books in hand. That’s not all; some of them wear the heaviest cloths and sometimes 2-3 pants or shirts to reduce the baggage weight. As if in US/UK/CANADA they don't have cloths, they don't wear it that is all together a different topic :)

Okay this was about the pre-flying preparation. In flight he makes full use of the free lunch / dinner and beverages given by Air lines, even though he doesn't feel like having it, aakhir paise jo vasul karne hai :P. And you won’t belive it, he steals the welcome kit and headphones from the seats around also. Only a desi can do that right?

Once he arrives at the U S of A (or any foreign country for that matter) his convert-o-meter starts. 1 USD = 40 INR hmm. The trolley is for 3 USD that means 120 INR, no ways he is not going to take it; he will carry all the luggage on his own but will not pay for the trolley.

Then the first thing he observes is "Hi There", he wonders why the hell everybody keep on telling "Hi There" "Hi There". Eventually he also starts the same. Similarly he wonders about excess usage of "Sorry" and "Thank you", but again desi, being a very adjustable creature, starts using those words without any reasons.

His Convert-o-meter never stops. Whenever he goes to some store he observes that 500 gms of Yogurt (Curd) is for $ 4 that means 160 INR, baap re... in India I use to get it for 10 bucks I should not buy it, next Biscuit $ 6 = 240 INR, in India it is for 20 bucks no I can’t buy it, Soap, chocolates, Flowers… oh my god, everything is costly here. After spending 30 minutes in a store he comes out with only bread, that to 60% whole wheat, because it costs $ 1 lesser then 100% whole wheat (hmmm 40 INR saved :)). Next is coffee which comes of $1.50, oh my god In India I used to get it for 5 bucks. His brain continuously works on complicated formula like [($ Convert to INR) - (original INR value)]/ original INR value and lot more…

With all these calculations he starts working. His journey starts early in the morning. He runs to catch the transit. Once again the convert-o- meter starts. Shall I go for $2.75 per trip or $20 per week or $ 75 per month? Which is cheaper? And what if I don’t get any of this? He prefers to walk till the next station and then catches a free zone local from there or he asks some of his friends to give his pass for few hours. In downtown he gets confused and some how he reaches to his office building. By not knowing difference between different lifts (high raise and low raise) he goes to high raise lift and look for 5th floor button, and then releases oh high raise lifts starts from 12th floor. Then he puts mock confidence on his face and presses 12th floor button. He gets out of the lift and looks here and there to make sure no body is watching & quickly takes the next lift to go to the ground floor again to catch the low raise lift.

This is one of the experiences he faces, there are many more. Like he will not be able to find out wash room in his floor and every time he will go to some other floor to use it because some of his friends might have shown that only ;). He will make a hell lot of mistakes while walking on footpath or while crossing the road. Even he will not be able to get in to the trains or get out of those trains for the first time. While walking on the street he will not be able to control his tongue, it will automatically come out when he will see girls around. He thinks that they are just making formalities by wearing such small cloths but he feels very happy about it. He starts liking the rush in trains because of the beautiful physical contacts. :)

Another thing he finds in US is that phone is very costly there. In India even a beggar affords it but here its god damn costly, our desi has a solution for that also. He starts using online VOIP phones. But desi wants something free, each account gives first 5 minutes free so he creates multiple accounts to use free talk time.

But but but… all these cost cutting plans doesn’t come in between his club trips. Every month he goes there and he keeps a separate fund for that. He adjusts himself in US life style. He goes crazy about keep on downloading unwanted stuffs and drinking cold drinks instead water. He tries his level best not to look like a desi but inside he remains desi only. He feels extremely happy when another new desi commits the same mistakes he had committed in past and instead of guiding him he laughs on it.


PS : Based on my personal experience and inputs from friends

Blunders a guy can do!!!

Hey all,
Me back after a loooooooonggg time…. Okay no more faltoo ka crap I will start off with my actual crap.

I was just thinking about blunders a guy can do in his life, so today I am going to write about such blunders. I am not going to tell how much of these blunders I have done!!! I think you people are smart enough to guess.

1)
Okay, suppose you are going for the most important interview of your life. At reception area while waiting for your turn to come, by chance you just see a gal; a nice girl, well dressed in a beautiful sari, with light make up, in short in her best possible look. Obviously being a guy your tongue will come out and you will start gawking at her (jaise kabhi achhi ladki dekhi hi na ho – Normally girls tell that right???). Even after knowing that the girl has noticed it few times and she is now getting irritated you keep on drooling like a despo dog. After happily staring at her for half an hour you will definitely forget about your interview, and suddenly somebody calls your name and tells, okay Mr. X you are next person for interview, get ready. Now imagine after adjusting your self back to normal when you open the door for interview, you come to know that the nice looking girl is the HR and she is going to take your interview. What will be your mental condition? Won’t you think “Why the hell I was gawking at this female??” “I mean, they should have put a tag telling she is the HR or she is the interviewer??”
Imagine this scene boss. I can tell you this can be the biggest blunder in someone’s life; he may get rejected before the interview itself.

My piece of advice: when ever you go for some important interview do remember this, “bhagwan harek Vishwamitra ka tap bhang karne ke liye Menka ko bhejta hi hai” :)

2)
Now think about this. You are working with a well known company, which believes in VALUES and gives the highest importance to its employees and their safety. One fine afternoon while talking on phone, by mistake you are entered to a ladies restroom (thanks to building architects for not following rule of symmetry). For the first few seconds you will not be able to understand what is wrong with the restroom, why everything looks so different, why the hell the walls are pink and so on… By the moment you realize that it’s a mistake, some girl starts shouting “Help… help…” How will you convince her that it was by mistake? What if she decides to log a complaint against you (thanks to “anti sexual harassment” policy)

My piece of advice: Never ever do anything else while you are on call

Okay, I will give you some more scenarios…

3)
Suppose you have received the scorecard of your CAT exam; for which you have spend huge money and wasted a hell lot of time. Suppose your score card is telling that you have got some 1 percentile in Verbal section of it and some 10 percentile in reasoning section. Obviously you will be in full frusted mood and wouldn’t like to talk with anybody in the world. Then suppose your meet some of your very good friend online (with whom you share everything), he asks you about your CAT result and you ask him to call you on your cell. At the very same time you get a call and without looking at the caller name you start shouting “hi, I got fcuked up big time dude… CAT screwed me up and some more MAA-BAHAN KI GAALIYAN” and then you come to know that it was not your friend, it was your father who was calling you. What would be your reaction??? Because of your very good image at home and your father thinking that you are a very good boy both of you will try to handle the situation by telling, hello… hello… are you able to hear me? I think there is some problem with the phone line, I think have got some cross connection, Wait I will cut and recall you. It is a very embarrassing situation in a guy’s life when his father comes to know about his son’s knowledge about GAALIYAA (bad words)

Something very similar…

Assume that you are waiting for some of your friend’s phone and at the same time you get a call on your cell from some extension of your office. You are starting with “Ha sale time mil gaya… kar liya tune phone… kaha muh kala karva raha tha ab tak??” n some more ##$$$.... and the first thing you hear from the other end is “hmm Hi, it’s me Mr. Y, can you come to my cabin. And that Mr. Y happens to be your Senior Manager. Can you think of the consequences?

My piece of advice: Never ever start talking on phone before confirming who is on the line at the other end

4)
This one is very common during some social functions, esp Marriage and some festivals like “Navratri” and “Diwali”
Suppose, you are in a group of some 5 guys and all of you are busy looking for hot chicks. All of a sudden you get excited about a gal and start describing about her. Look at that girl in Pink dude…. She is so hot, look at her ###, and so on. And somebody from your group tells that hold on, she is my sister/girl friend/wife. Just think of this embarrassing situation.

My piece of advice: Better not to open your mouth when you are in group or make sure she is no where related with anybody group.

5)
Most of us will not do this blunder but guys who believe in multi tasking one may face this situation.
Assume that you have spent some 3-4 months and hell lot of money just to impress some gal. In spite of all these she is not even ready to talk to you. You decide to do some more fielding for her, and trying to make her friends/roommates happy by treating them (so that they can go and tell good things about yourself). Finally somehow that female agrees to talk to you and you decide a time and call her. After being goody goody on phone, finishing a decent talk finally you call her it was nice talking to you Miss X instead of Miss Y, hope we will go for coffee soon. Just imagine what will the reaction from a girl’s side. (I know boys won’t mind if some girl tells him X/Y/Z but girls are very sensitive about their names)

My piece of advice: Never ever forget somebody’s name while talking with her.


BTW…
I have completed one year in this Blog world… Happy B’day to “Blog full of Crap” ;)

PS: Fiction comes from reality it self ;)
PPS: You are most welcome to share your rich experience as well:)

A Page From A Guys Diary

Courtesy: Unknown author

A page from many 'Guy's Dairies!!! Too bad to be true!

Everyone in their lives would have had crushes, and me too had my share of crushes. But, it didn't take much time for each of
them to turn to crashes. None of my crushes took off, or probably they crashed even before they took off !! Today, when I
look back, I cant manage but to have a laugh.

My first crush was on Miss R. I was in my tenth then. We happened to speak only once. It was when I had offered her a coke.
She refused to have it and the very next moment I gulped it down. I still cant forget the dumbstruck look on her face.
A few days later, she started going around with one of my classmates. They used to go for wonderful evening walks,
Miss T, my classmate and her doggy. Unfortunately(fortunately for me), the affair didn't last too long.

On one such romantic walk of theirs, my classmate was bitten by the doggy. He brought up the question : Its me or the dog......
she chose the dog !!! The news gave me sadistic pleasure.

I was in a co-ed school for my 11th-12th. I got very friendly with Miss N in my class. It appeared to me that...yes...she is
the girl. One day, Miss N came and sat next to me...close...really close.....my heart beats shot up. She said.. I want to
tell you something....but please maintain it as a secret. I knew...this was it...yes....she went on...you know...
X(another classmate of mine) proposed me......and I too like him...and I accepted. I am telling you coz you are like
my brother.......WHAT THE HECK ? As if the first news wasn't bad enough, the second sounded suicidal. I looked at her with
an artificial smile and said....Congrats S..S..Sis !!!

The next crush didn't take much time to happen. It was Miss S who walked in to class. I literally had my jaws hanging seeing
her. We became good friends...but I never fancied my chances...given the Miss N experience. She was my Biology project
partner....while she did the project...I concentrated on her biology ! Just as the boards got over, and as I was mustering
enough courage to tell her, her dad got transferred. She changed the city.

Next in engineering college, there was this hottie in my class. Boy....she was a babe...Miss G. She used to stand opposite
to me in the chemistry lab. I prayed for some chemistry to happen between us. But I guess, she was much smarter than I was.
Miss G realised that I used to mess up all my titration experiments coz I used to be looking at her and not the
lab apparatus. I called her out ALONE on my b'day. She turned up with her whole bunch of friends.
The girls kept giggling and I looked for a place where I could go and bang my head. I steered clear of her for the rest
of my engineering days.

Moving on from here, it was a major success story. This time round, it took some time for things to crash....just a
little longer..a bit more than five years. Everything seemed like a fairy tale when the crash factor took the better of me.
By this time, I was in my job and I decided to use the term "interest" instead of crush.

So , my interest grew in Miss L in office. I thought she was a very pretty lady. Thankfully, the growth of my
interest stopped very soon, the moment I learnt that she was supposed to go on leave the next week for her marriage.
She was to marry her long time boyfriend. Only one thought came to my mind....The good ones are always taken !!!

Ha ha ha.....thankfully.....I have grown out of all these......no more CRUSHES.....so no chances of CRASHES......
I live this way now.....hey...wait.....who is this girl???? !!!!!!!!!

Cubicle Decoration Competition

Yesterday, December 1, 2006, we had cubicle decoration competition in my office.

Our department was divided in 4 teams, each of them had to come up with a theme and decorate a cubicle. After several meetings and discussions (yeah meetings for this also – SE to thahre, meeting ke bina to kuchh hota hi nahi hai) we decided our theme and started the preparation. After 2 days of hard work we completely changed our cubicles.

Here are the 4 themes

1) Tea Stall

2) Christmas

3) Country side cubicle – work life balance

4) Seasons of Canada: winter, summer, fall & spring (our client is in CANADA)

For more photographs check out following link

http://my-click-o-mania.blogspot.com/2006/12/cube-decoration-infosys-mysore.html

Don’t miss the “Behind the scene”

http://my-click-o-mania.blogspot.com/2006/12/behind-scene-cube-decoration.html

Okay then more later…

Chao!!!

Childrens Day celebration

Hmm I won’t say sorry and all…

I won’t even give any excuses…. I know you guys will think that this fellow is acting “pricey”, but really I am helpless :)

Hopefully from next week I will be back on blog with full form, Till then enjoy this

Children’s Day celebration in TARGET company

Shooona Baba

Chalo Sare Bachhe line mai lago... chalo chalo

ye dekho mera naya school bag

Naa bola tha na kyo late aaye? Chalo ab sab ko punishment mileg!!!

Aila sir bhi Chaddi mai, Jungle jungle baat chali hai pata chala hai... Chaddi pahan ke ful khila hai ful khila hai.... ;)

Attention, jab dono mai se ek gadi ruk nahi jaati aise hi khade rahna…

The Gr8 Infy Training days…

Today is the right day to talk about Infy training because two years ago, on the very same day, I joined Infy. Yes I joined infy on October 18, 2004. We had two batches of trainees, one for computer background employees (short cycle) and one for non computer background employees (long cycle). Being IT student I was in short cycle. Ok let me cut the crap and tell you about training days.

On 17^th I reached the Infosys Mysore Campus. It was a unique experience. That was the first time I was staying away (more than 1000 kilometers away!!!) from home moreover it was my first job so my heart was filled with special feeling “wo kahte hai na ankho mai arman aur dil mai kuchh karne ki tamanna, kuchh aisa hi”.

Okay coming on the track on the very first day I met Manish Negi and Aldrin Davis at main gate. At the gate one sumo was waiting for us, as soon as we finished security checks it took us to reception block where we did some more formalities and I got a key for room number 1817. Negi got room number 1818. That sumo took us to our block (block number 18). That night we spent in some formal interaction, understanding map of the campus (an unsuccessful try I must say, it took 3 days for me to remember all the roads inside the campus) and more over I was wondering why I was alone in that room? Why no roommate?

So 17^th was over and it was 18^th morning, got up early and got ready with properly ironed shirt and tie (job ka first day hai bhai, izzat ka saval hai). After asking some two three guys and two three security men we reached to our auditorium. First day was awful, had to do a lot of formalities, like documents verification and bank accounts and then had some induction sessions and all. Finally first day @ MyDC was about to over and on the way back I met a guy, Praveen Jain. He was looking very hi-fi guy with his Nokia 6600 in hand, we started talking and finally I came to know he also had the key of room no 1817, which means he was my room mate. We entered into the room and started talking about life, college and all possible tings on the world, yeah it was our first meeting but Jain was so cool to talk with… We some how finished our chatting session at 1.30 in the night and went to bed.

On 19^th I introduced Jain to our neighbors (Negi and Aldrin). Jain, being very enthusiastic (wish I could write all those @#!@! words instead of enthusiastic) got an idea of organizing a trip so that we could get introduced to our training chicks. On the very same day he wrote a note on a piece of paper and circulated it to the entire trainees.

It was like

“

Hi Friends,

I am planning to organize a trip, so that we all can get a chance to meet everyone and know about them.

If you are interested the please write your name and phone number below.

”

Wow, in the first round we got around 70-80 response. We have got the name and numbers of all good looking people. Moreover Jain was happy because he got such a big number and some reasons to talk to gals. We thought it was going gr8, but from the next day onwards we started getting NO from many people. Jain started calling to each an every gal, n some boys also ;), to convince him/her for the trip (thanks to free intercom facility). Finally on the day of trip we were only 12. I would like to thank all those people for making that trip so memorable. You all know why right? And yeah that trip gave me two very good friends, Anup and Kamal.

Anyway let me talk about our actual training. According to training plan we had to go through some ILI (Infosys Leadership Institute) trainings for soft skill development. Thanks to those ice breaking sessions and team building exercises, I got some friends like Abhishek Kakkar, Fareena, Saurabh, Chanchal, Banani, Batra, Divya, Kanu, Shreelakshmi, Amey, Amit, Gopi, Gaurav, Anupreet, Arka, Sandya, Parul and many more… We used to do a lot of skits in those ILI trainings, I can’t forget that Bank wala skit where I was playing a role for bhukhkhad (one who use to keep on eating) bank manager and then other skit where Kakkar had played a role for Saree vendor. It was a gr8 fun ya. And that “Sholay” wala skit was also amazing. I must appreciate ILI for those wonderful trainings; it was indeed a team building exercise.

With all such fun we completed our ILI training and started technical training. Then it was the EID time. We asked Fareena to treat us (so that we could get introduced to her roommate Deepti, and neighbors – Pragya and Nandini). Kakkar some how convinced her and she gave us a dinner treat. We got introduced to all three gals now. And according to our master plan we expanded our group.

During the technical training we tried to enjoy fully. I can’t forget those Coffee breaks when we used to rush towards coffee vending machine. I can’t forget those late night stay in LAB some times for study and mostly for fun. Everyday we used to decide that “okay today I will go to lab and study, I will not do anything else” but we used to end up in sitting 2-3 hours in pantry or watching some movie in lab. Don’t tell anyone but yeah watching movie was strictly prohibited in lab but we somehow manage to do that. We also used to play some games in training. Playing NFS on network was such a gr8 experience. Thanks to NFS champs Dhanil, Barni, Arka and many more. According to our sitting arrangement I was surrounded by some fundu ppls. On my one side I had Dinesh Sharma, technically very sound, very matured and a very sensible guy, and other side I had Dhanil, a sporty person, very lively guy. We enjoyed a lot during our training time. We used to chat a lot using “NET SEND” command and using some VB applications for the same, as during training we didn’t have access to internet or internal messengers. But we used to get some solutions for both of them. Also we used to sleep during our lab/training time. Man I can’t forget those module tests and those weekend masti in lab.

It was for the day time now after office hours also we had a lot of things do in campus. Apart from playing TT, cycling, roaming around in the beautiful campus we enjoyed our hostel life fully. Our hostel rooms were like some Five-start hotel only. We had TV, AC, housekeeping facility and all other required facility in our hostel.

Let me share some experiences with you.

Gal’s Hostel

My hostel block was just 100m away from gal’s hostel block (no 17). And the location of my room was so good that we could see almost every thing those rooms. But unfortunately gals used to put down curtains every day and every night, it ruined most of over chances. We used to hate gals putting curtains the whole day. But every night me and Jain used to have a look at that hostel, hmmm first floor 3^rd room from left, the light is on, that means some one is still awake, yooo hi… Jain used to tell “Patel count kar ye room ka number konsa hai” (yeah we have a complaint against Hostel architecture; all the blocks has different structure and different numbering mechanism.) Being good at numbers I used to calculate the number perfectly ;) And then trin trin, Hello Madamjee, it’s Praveen Jain here, I was just wondering how come you are still awake? And then blah blah and more blah… Yeah I am still surprising how gals used to talk with him.

Pranks

Jain was very famous for his pranks. He used to call someone and say “Hello this is Mr X from facilities; I think you have asked for cloth stand (or something else) could you please come out of your room and check whether is there?”

He used to set morning alarm on maximum volume in somebody’s TV, and then next morning everybody a big blast…These are some of those very simple pranks, rest of them I can’t mention here. Many nights I (Negi, Aldrin and many others) have spent without sleeping because of Jain. Every hostel room had an electric cattle and milk, coffee, tea bags, so we had a habit of making tea at late night. Jain used to call Negi to come our room and ask him to prepare tea for him and poor Negi, he didn’t have any other option than preparing tea for him. The list is too long and I can’t describe each an every thing here. But let me quickly remind you some of those,

“Roost is a secrete of my energy” was our famous slogan. (yeah read it right, it’s roost and not boost)

Reason : Roost is a name of a restaurant in Mysore and it was the nearest boozing point. :)

Number 116 had special importance to each and every trainee.

Reason : It was the only city bus which used to come to Infy campus at that time.

I can’t forge those late night cloth washing sessions, those small get-togethers, those B’day celebrations,

For a change sometimes we used to study also. It was college like atmosphere, but everything was in fast forward mode. 4 years of college = 2 months of training. Another difference was we were being paid for studying here ;)

As every good thing has an end (good or bad), our story also came to an end. Finally the day of Posting came and we got our respective posting.

Negi, Jain, Kamal, Aldrin, Deepti got Bangalore.

Myself, Batra, Banani, Kakkar got Mysore. (Then Kakkar moved to Pune)

Pragya got Pune.

Nanadini got Chennai

Fareena got Hydrabad and so on…

On the last day of our stay in Mysore we had a confession night, we had a session till 2.30 in front of one of the food courts. We shared our first impression and current impression of every one. It was a gr8 session.

HUH I never though it will be such a big post!!! But I think it’s not only my story, after reading everyone who has gone through training in infy will feel that it’s his/her story only. Just the names will be different.

I know you are getting bored now… sorry can’t help ;)

Anyway let me stop here…

Chao!!!

Click here to refresh your Mysore memories

http://my-click-o-mania.blogspot.com/2006/07/infosys-mysore-3.html

http://my-click-o-mania.blogspot.com/2006/07/infosys-mysore-2.html

http://my-click-o-mania.blogspot.com/2006/07/infosys-mysore-1.html

BTW this was our most favorite slide during training time

No Smoking

No Smoking!!!

Yeah that’s the theme for today’s post.

You might have seen different signboards for the same but how about this?

Some days back I happened to go to Bangalore to some of my friend’s place and I got this at his place.

You might be thinking what is special about it????

Now have a look at this

Yeah it’s made up of empty navy cut cigarette boxes. And not collected ones; that fellow smoked that many cigarettes to create this poster.

Man I can’t believe this!!!

Mysore Dasara

Mysore Dasara is a Royal Festival Celebrating victory of Truth over Evil. Legend has it that the Goddess Chamundeeswari or Durga slew the demon Mahishasuran on Vijayadashami day. Dasara is a 10-day festival in the region culminating on Vijayadashami or tenth day. The day marks the successful conclusion of the preceding nine days. Vijayadashami is also a day of victory of the King and his subjects, be it in a battle or day-to-day governance.

The preceding nine days of Navarathri have celebrations starting only after six days. The sixth day is in honour of goddess Saraswathi. Eight day is dedicated to Durga and Ninth day is for Lakshmi, goddess of wealth. On tenth day a grand spectacular Procession is held which starts from Mysore Palace and ends in Bannimantap.
(Courtesy: http://www.mysoredasara.com/)

Being a Dasara weekend, there was a festive feeling in the air in the entire city. We also planned manything and yeah did a lot of masti during this weekend. We went to the famous Mysore Palace, Flower show, Yuva Dasara festivals and Mysore race course (yeah first time we went for Derbey). Okay I know you are feeling joelous, don’t worry I won’t write much about it. Click the following links and check out Mysore Dasara photos.

http://my-click-o-mania.blogspot.com/

Happy Dasara / VijayaDashmi / Durgapuja
May God Bless you!!!

Life's little Instructions

A big Hello to all of you

First of all let me tell you "Sorry". These days I am not able to visit your blogs regularly
But I will be come back in a short while….

Till then njoy this, I got it as a forward.

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Have a firm handshake.

Look people in the eye.

Sing in the shower.

Own a great stereo system.

If in a fight, hit first and hit hard.

Keep secrets.

Never give up on anybody. Miracles happen everyday.

Always accept an outstretched hand.

Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference.

Whistle.

Avoid sarcastic remarks.

Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come per cent of all your happiness or misery.

Make it a habit to do nice things for people who will never find out.

Lend only those books you never care to see again.

Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all that they have.

When playing games with children, let them win.

Give people a second chance, but not a third.

Be romantic.

Become the most positive and enthusiastic person you know.

Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life-and-death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems.

Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the caller's.

Be a good loser.

Be a good winner.

Think twice before burdening a friend with a secret.

When someone hugs you, let them be the first to let go.

Be modest. A lot was accomplished before you were born.

Keep it simple.

Beware of the person who has nothing to lose.

Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river.

Live your life so that your epitaph could read, No Regrets

Be bold and courageous. When you look back on life, you'll regret the things you didn't do more than the one's you did.

Never waste an opportunity to tell someone you love them.

Remember no one makes it alone. Have a grateful heart and be quick to acknowledge those who helped you.

Take charge of your attitude. Don't let someone else choose it for you.

Visit friends and relatives when they are in hospital; you need to stay only a few minutes.

Begin each day with some of your favorite music.

Once in a while, take the scenic route.

Send a lot of Valentine cards. Sign them, 'Someone who thinks you're terrific.'

Answer the phone with enthusiasm and energy in your voice.

Keep a note pad and pencil on your bed-side table. Million-dollar ideas sometimes strike at 3 a.m.

Show respect for everyone who works for a living, regardless of how trivial their job.

Send your loved ones flowers. Think of a reason later.

Make someone's day by paying the toll for the person in the car behind you.

Become someone's hero.

Marry only for love.

Count your blessings.

Compliment the meal when you're a guest in someone's home.

Wave at the children on a school bus.

Remember that 80 per cent of the success in any job is based on your ability to deal with people.

Don't expect life to be fair.

Dedicated to all the testers

Forgiving or punishing
the terrorists
is left to God.
But,
fixing their appointment
with God
is our responsibility
- Indian Army

Updated statement for this…
In S/w industry

Forgiving or punishing
the Developer
is left to Manager.
But,
fixing their appointment
with Manager
is our responsibility
- Tester

Missing ma College Dayz!!!

I don't know why,
But today I am missing my College Days... :(

Orkut ne kiya parda faash!!!

Hi Friends,

I am back after a long (yeah real long) time. I don’t want to give any excuses (/ valid reasons) but yeah I have felt that “With great power comes great responsibility”.

Anyway for the title of this post I would like to thank Aaaj Tak / Start News / other news channel. These days I can watch only “Vaardaat” type of episodes (crime reports) in TV because when I go back to my room, only thing I can watch on TV is these late night crime reports on news channels or late night shows (nahi mai uski baat nahi kar raha…) thanks to the new project.

Some time I wonder, ye reporter to koi jail se bhaga hua kaidi to nahi!!!!
The way they speak, “Chain se sona hai to jaag jaoo”, “Shakal se maasum dikhne wala ye shaksh kahi bhi ho sakta hai, aapke bagal mai bhi”, “Bhai bana bhai ka katil”, “Delhi Police ne kiya parda faash”, is much more threatening. When they use special effect and computer generated videos to show some crime reports it looks so stupid.

Guys pardon me for the language of this. Actually I tried writing in English but wo baat nahi bani. So “Swalpa Adjust MAADI” (do adjust a bit - in Kanadda)

Aaj hum dikhane wale hai ki kis tarah se Orkut ne kiya parda faash, aur benakab kiya un logo ko. Hamare crime reporter Dhaval Patel ki ye sansani bhari special report “Orkut ne kiya parda faash!!!”

Dhaval : Ji ha dosto, mai dikhane wala hu ki kis tarah se shakal se dikhte bole bhale logo ke andar ek shaitan chhupa hua hota hai. Social network ka zansa de kar ye log apni kali kartut chhupana chahte hai... Jana mane Orkut ne kiya aise kahi logo ka parda faashh. Ye kuchh scarps hai jo muje acchi photo wali ladkio ki Orkut profiles se mile hai.

(1)
hiiiii plz help me out....
waNNA MAKE FRIENDSHIP WID UUUUU.....
PLZ DO ME FAVOUR........
UR SMILING IS SOOOOOOO NICE.BA BYEEEEE
[Naubat yaha bheekh maangne tak ki aa gai hai… Magar ladki ka dil bilkul nahi peegla aur ladki ne ladke ko help karne se inkaar kar diya...]

(2)
hii there of course i dont know you ...
m new to orkut and m trying to make some new frds and just wrote to you asking you to become one of my new frds....
so if u dont mind can we be frds....
[abe sale maaan na maaan mai tera mahemaan, janta nahi to kyo aaya yaha pe…
And naye dost kyo chahiye… purane dosto ne baga diya kya… n bade aaye don’t mind wale… mind kar liya to???]

(3)
Hi, heard u r very gud friend with the people around u so if intersted 2 make me a friend do reply soon byeeeeeeeee
[nope tumne jo bhi suna hai wo sab galat hai and I am not interested in new friends :@]

(4)
hiii...BETA.how r u
this is ALPHA here
can we F.R.I.E.N.D.S
waiting for ur reply
[Name(s) changed
Bhai ye hit serial ka naam likhne se kuchh nahi hota
Keep waiting]

(5)
hello
hi
u luk gorgeous
wanna be my frnd
[Ha pata hai mai gorgeous lagti hu… tabhi to sale message kiya hai…
Apni original photo lagai yoti to ye friend request nahi bhejta…]

(6)
hey BETA....i hv gon thru ur profile ...
nw i just wanna b ur frnd
[kisne bola ki profile so go through karne se friends ban jaate hai!!!!]

(7)
hi BETA
how are you???
...can we start exchanging mesgs now???
...it has been long time capturing a little space in each other's friend lists...
...i just felt...i should break the silence...to start with...
...what do you say???
[You are asking me now and you have already started exchanging messages…
Little space, break the silence !!! ye sab kya hai…. Grrrrr ]

(8)
you are looking so sweet in your album...
[I look sweet in album only... Real life mai koi chudel se kam nahi hu...
ab banega friend????]

(9)
hi BETA wanna be friends? u look damn hot yaar.
[but you are not looking hot… don’t want to be ur friend]

(10)
hi BETA,
i like to creat new friends!
can u join me as friend?
[but I don’t like to CREATE new friend
BTW ye new friends create kaise hote hai…]

(11)
i also live in pune if you wanna meet me just call me on my cell 98989 89898
you seriously look so beautiful i will definatly like to meet you.
[Bande ki tadap dekho, phone number bhi de diya… are bhai so what you are from Pune… there are many more… and each one of them also likes to meet me…]

(12)
BBBBBEEEEETTTTAAAAAAAAAA ur name is too hot to pronounce.
[Jal nahi gaya kya?
bada aaya... ur name is too hot wala...
pahle kabhi ye naam suna nahi hai kya???]

(13)
hey yaar..
we were supposed to meet na..
forgot dear??
scrap me sweet!!!!!!
[ye bandi scrap nahi karti aur bande ne to milne ke bhi khwab bana diye.. kuchh nahi ho sakta bhai tera to]

(14)
ABC@XYZ.com .......... my mail n messenger id....... scrap bk or mail or msg......... wanna b frenz ??????
[pahle hi email id de diya… ha muft ka jo banaya hai account…
Waise banda dekha kitna adjusting hai…
Scrap / mail / messenger / … kuchh bhi chalega]

(15)
HI i am Girl trapped in male body ....can we chat?
[:O:O:O!!!!! Chhii]

(16)
aila!!!!!!!!
what a profile intro.....
i am impressed!!!!!!!!!!!!
[Abe profile to hoti hi hai impress karne ke liye..
Ab sachhai bhi jaan na chahega???]

(17)
kai baisaheb amchya scrap baddal kahich ka vatat nahi aplyala?
Nasel scrap pathvayacha tumhala tar tasa sanga na friendcha kantala ala ahe kinwa amchyashi bolayala avadat nahi tumhala.
ugich garibachi tingle karata rao ani scrap chi maja pahata fakta!
[Can’t translate it totally – Its written in Marathi. But point to be noted here is “Ppl are taking help of different languages also”
konacha hi kahi fayada nahi (kisi ka kuchh fayda nahi)]

(18)
hi BETA
can i call u BET?
i like u r name
hey too sexy snap ha
[Bhaiya naam chhota kar ke bulane se ladki pat jaati to aat tak ladkiyo ke naam bachte hi nah… har koi A B C D mai baat karta hota…]

(19)
Hii wanna be close to me tell me somthin abt u
R u interested in dating wanna meet me
[Andhere mai teer pe teer maarte raho… kahi to kuchh to hoga…]

(20)
hi dear how are u? let meet or chat sometime. add my id to ur gmail.
when are u online?
can we meet soon?
can i knw a bit more abt u...frends???
[Oye gattu thand rakh yaar..
Ek scrap ka reply to aane de…
First time mai hi friend / chat / meeting request sabkuchh!!!]

To dekha aapne ki log kis had tak gir sakte hai,
ek ladki ka scrap pane ke liye… "Sirf ek Scrap"

aap bhi savdhar rahe…

aise log kahi bhi ho sakte hai…
aapke next cubicle mai ya
aapke next room mai ya
aapke bagal wale flat mai….
Yaad rahe “Chain se sona hai to jaag jao”


I think I should cut my crap here only(u can’t expect anything else in Blog-Full-Of-Crap right???)

But one thing is sure... these guys has changed the definition of Friends and Friendship.

Anyways... Wishing you Happy Friendship day
Njoy!!!

~Dh@v@!

White Board

Naah!!!! I am not going to tell you which white board to buy and what should be the dimensions for it, etc... Neither am I doing marketing for any of the white board manufacturing companies. Actually today I was bit free and by mistake I looked at the white board in my cube with a different angle. Normally I use my WB for maintaining To-Do list, for noting down extension numbers, as a reminder, for Money matters, etc…

But you must have heard this famous line “Khali dimaag shaitan ka Ghar”(Means : Blank mind a house of devil). I thought of looking at others’ WBs. I went to some cubicles around me and here is what got …

Company provides White Board (WB) to reduce paper wastage, but have a look at the following pics and see what you can do with your WB.


Blank WB

Wah kya safai huyi hai!!! Must be a Surf Excel user:)

Look at this WB - Batra’s creation (are na re baba… Dr. Batra nahi re… ye apne Ashutosh Batra)
Man too much “Chamia Doggy”!!!

You can imagine the situation in IT industry. That is why we should have equal number of male and female in office.

I know you must be thinking, "Guys will be guys" Right??? :):):)

Ye dekho… Mr. Romeo’s WB

In school / college people use to write their GF/BF’s name on the bench and now on the white board… Common guys, grow up now!!!

Next we have, my favorite "Da Confused Soul" [Unknown : Just clicked it, when the cube was empty]

Dunia to gol hai… Magar yaha to sab kuch gol hai…

Okay now this must be of some artist’s WB [yeah it’s Ajesh’s WB]

Sarkar by Ajesh

The Dream Girl

The Ash love

Yar I think you are in the wrong profession. You should not waste your time in IT industry…

Here comes, my WB "before" and "after" I went to Tirupati

" Before"

"After"

Have you seen this pic somewhere? Where!!!

Next, C&H lover… [Banani]

She has converted the WB into a C&B poster. But it's a good one, must read.

Another Calvin lover [Mohan]

I think everybody is painter here. Huh…. Sometimes I wonder what these people are doing in IT field.

Here comes the real Techi [Miss Rekha Rao]


Great… At least somebody is working…

Another time pass WB


Finally that Chamia doggy has got some partner… ;) ;)

Anyway that’s it for today… I will continue posting my crap…
Njoy!!!

U have been Tagged

Sorry, please don’t blame me. It’s a new kind of chain on net. No not like chain mails, forward this to 5 people otherwise something bad will happen to you. Let me explain you. I got a message from Anu telling that you have been tagged. She was tagged by some of her friends. So now I am tagging you (yes you, my dear reader).

Ya hold on I m telling you what do I mean by tagging you. You need to write all weird things about yourself the way I have written here. Somehow I found this chain interesting and would like to continue it. So remember I have tagged you, Yeah can’t write everybody’s name (and don’t want to miss such opportunity also). After all this is a rare chance for you to show your weirdness.

Here goes my nomination for “DA WEIRDO” competition

1. The very first weird thing. I always use dictionary for writing weird. I have used this word for a million times but still I get confused between weird and wired. (In both the cases MS Office dictionary doesn’t show red underline, so it’s not a my fault)

2. My driving speed is directly proportional to Road Traffic. I generally drive relatively fast on heavy traffic road and comparatively very slow on empty roads. In both the cases my pillion rider shouts… Tell me what should I do?

3. I can’t talk more than 15 consecutive minutes over phone. I wonder how people can talk hours and hours together!!! I can’t talk like those love birds. “Tell me you love me”, “What did you do today?”, “Had your lunch?”, “Had your dinner?”, “Why didn’t you call me this morning?”…. My Gosh!!! Because of my undeveloped mind (or whatever) I can’t understand how can people do that?

4. Fully day I can sit in front of the stupid box. (I am talking about TV here). But I can’t spend more than an hour with a TYPICAL Gal. (Ya typical is the word to be noted here… you know the definition of typical gal right?). Very simple reason in former case I have the remote control, I can switch it off or swap the channel but stopping gal is a real tough job for me.

5. When I watch TV, around 80% of my time goes in swapping the channels. Sometimes I only watch Ads.

6. I hate changing cloths every now and then. You can call it’s my laziness also – Now you know the only reason behind not selecting Modeling as my career option.

7. Movies – Believe me guys I can tolerate any movie. Whenever somebody asks me, hey Dhaval how was the movie? My typical answer “ya okay types, can see it once” (Though it is rated 0.5 out of 5). I can find, at least something, interesting in any movie. I have seen movies like “Jani Dushman”, “Chhote sarkar”, etc… Last Sunday only I saw “Mohabbatein” 4th time (thanks to MAX)

8. Songs – I like all weird songs, all flop songs. I like all those cheap songs (not only that type of songs, I do like some good songs also. I like all sad songs, all boring songs, all slow song, all fast songs… I like any type of songs, any language…

9. I do get inspired by Motivating songs like “Lakshya – Ha yahi sapna hai tera”, “Corporate - Oh sikandar, oh sikandar”, “Buz Luhrmann - Everybody is free” (Though the effect lasts for a very short span of time, that is a different story all together)

10. I still like BSB, Boyzone and Britney Spears songs. I know they are considered as teenagers’ songs, all that chocolaty songs, but I love them.

11. Another tragedy of my life. I have lots of female friends but I don’t have a single Girlfriend (Imagine not even once in my 23 years, i.e. 23*365 days = 23*365*24 hours, huh such a long time – Okay now, no need to use your brain, I am straight only)

12. Plz don’t laugh, but I prefer milk with Bournvita (or any chocolate flavored powder) over Tea or Coffee. Tea I have hardly had in my life and coffee also when I don’t have anything else to have.

13. When it comes to Biscuit I still prefer Parle G and not the Parle Hide n Sick. Yeah I prefer plain glucose biscuits over cream / chocolate / nut biscuits.

14. I hardly take Cold Drinks. I prefer mango / orange flavored drink than regular cola flavored drink

15. On weekends I prefer sleeping in my room than going to Café Coffee Day. Plz there is only one weekend in a week right?

16. I like games where I need minimum energy. I like computer games, I like video games (Contra and Mario my all time favorite games), I like Pool over Badminton or swimming.

17. I generally keep quiet with my good friends and expect them to understand everything without saying anything. I am a great listener (according to my friends), I can keep on listening anybody but can’t talk more than 15 minutes.

18. Train journey - I prefer Sleeper Coach and not the 2-tier AC, after all you can’t get those chatwala and fruitwala and samosawala and all in AC coach right?

19. Every time I go to the library I issue some books and without reading them I return them on time and issue some more books. It’s a vicious circle and like the ring it never stops. Unfortunately I had a great library in my school / also in my college and now in Infy also….

20. I can’t write a single post with out Microsoft-office-built-in-dictionary. Typo error is just the other name of Dhaval

21. Eating – When it comes to eating, I don’t have any control over it… I think it is the most beautiful thing to do, followed by a nice sleep :).

22. I can’t be serious in my time. Believe me guys I have tried a lot but every time I failed miserably. I really want to be serious over this “not being serious” nature.

23. Like every other guy, I also think that I m an unlucky chap. I am a total mess and confused to the core, I mean it.

Better I stop here now… Believe me guys I am not that weird also. Common now, almost everyone around me considers ME as a pretty normal guy (I don’t know, what will be their reaction after reading this post).

Phewwwww… Yuck... Chheeee… Thhuu…. This is what you are thinking right?
I know that… I know I am the weirdest guy on this earth… But just can’t help it…

Anyways, it’s your turn now :):):)

Show your weirdness by giving comments or by posting your list on you blog. Remember you have been tagged. Let’s continue the weird chain. :):):)

Is it fair?

Few days back I was watching a show on NDTV and I came to know about this issue. Let me share it with you.

Garima Devi, a girl from poor family, has scored 97.6% in board exams (10th Standard, CBSC). Just like other students she also had a dream of getting admission in DPS (Delhi Public School), a top notch school of India. But she was simply rejected, reason: “lack of fluency in English”. The point to be noted here is, the interview was in English only. I too agree that her English is not up to the mark, but is it fair? Rejecting the admission request just because of this reason!!!!

I agree that English is must for in this competitive world. I am not denying the fact that India has earned the global image because of her 3rd largest English speaking population, after USA and UK. But does it mean that we should consider only English speaking people for better opportunities? Shouldn’t we give a chance of improvement to others? Shouldn’t we create a good learning environment for such people? Have you ever thought; if we will keep on giving a special treatment to English speaking people what will happen to majority of the Indian students (yes we have hardly 33% English Medium schools in India)?

This is not about only one Garima or only about DPS. Thousands of people are not getting deserved opportunities just because of their “not so good” English. You can observe that if you want. Go to any of the Café coffee day counter, or Barista, or any pizza counter, or leading restaurant or any multiplex, you will find people talking in English only. Because “it is in”. If you don’t know English you are considered as a backward guy. Non-English speaking people are considered as “Desi” at such places. The question I want to ask here is “Why is so?”, “Do English-speaking-people have some extra brain?”, “If a person is good at analytic skills and managing tings but (s)he is not good at English, does it mean that (s)he is not intelligent and (s)he has no rights to dream about good school/college/job? ”

Coming back to Garima, she already has got her admission in some other school. She is not happy with DPS and wants to achieve betters marks in 12th Standard than any of the DPS students and show them that she has the real caliber and English is not everything. During the show itself principal of IPS (Indian Public School), Dehradun called in NDTV stidio and he was offered admission in two years residential course with full scholarship, but she couldn’t accept it as she has already taken admission in some other school. I think DPS must think over their decision.

Any way Garima, let me congratulate you for your mind blowing result and all the best for your future. May god bless you!!!

Naryans

This post is dedicated to “Naryans”.
You must be wondering what the hell this Naryans is. Right?

Well well well… That’s my college group. One day we decided to give some name to our group. Some one came up with “ARYANS” but as you know Bollywood has used it a million times (seriously guys bollywood has got very limited database… Raj, Pooja, Prem, Kkkiran, Aryans), so we decided to come up with some fundu name… but we all are zero at creativity… it was like asking some Haryanvi Jaat to write an essay of 100 words in English without any errors. We simply added “N” (for Nirma, my college) before ARYANS and we came up with a group name “NARYANS”. Like people use to register a name for their company we got our group name registered in yahoo groups and done… we got our identity… But this was in 6th semester.

Let me tell you the story of the great group.

Squad:

00IT002 - Nirmal Bharadia
AKA – Bapu
Currently at – (SE) TCS, Ahmedabad

00IT007-Abhishek Dalal
AKA – Abhi
Currently at – (SE) TCS, Ahmedabad

00IT008-Hiral Desai
AKA – Kalu
Currently at – Sydney, Australia, Pursuing Master degree and part time job

00IT013-Mahesh Donga
AKA – Donga
Currently at – (SE) TCS, Ahmedabad

00IT023-Vishal Khanama
AKA - Japke
Currently at – Baroda, Gujarat, Managing the study pressure at MS University for MBA

00IT027-Palak Limbachiya
AKA - PC
Currently at – (SE) Infosys, Pune (Working as a SAP consultant)

00IT038-Don Hiral Modi
AKA Dallo
Currently at – (SE) LnT Infotech, Mumbai (Going to US for an onsite assignment tomorrow)

00IT040-Don Naman Modi
AKA – Modi, Tondu
Currently at – California, USA, part time M.Tech full time Job – Thanks to Green Card ;)

00IT052-Jigar Parmar
AKA – Dahod, Fendo
Currently at – (SE) Satyam, Hyderabad

00IT054-Denish Patel
AKA – DJ, Doho
Currently at – Maryland, USA, Full time job

00IT055-Dhaval Patel
AKA – Patel, Dhems, Google
Currently at – (SE) Infosys, Mysore

00IT056-Dipesh Patel
AKA - Surti
Currently at – United Kingdom, Pursuing Doctorate Degree (Man now I doubt about the credibility of HPD degree)

00IT061-Kartik Patel
AKA – Andho (The Blind man)
Currently at – (SE) LehMan Brother, Mumbai

Pahchan Kon???

The way we all met:

This is the most interesting part of the story. In the first year we all were strangers. I knew only PC and DJ cuz there were my schoolmates. In some initial days Naman Modi and Hiral Modi (AKA Modi Brothers) became very famous because of their notorious nature and their pranks. They grabbed my attention (physics is proved wrong here, electron is not attracted by proton, it’s proton that attracts proton, in college you always look for your kind for guys/gals right?). One fine day I was caught by my teacher n she asked me to leave the class. As usual being happy to get such a wonderful opportunity (yeah spending one hour in canteen or Nirma’s lawn is much better than listening to some faculty in class) I moved out of the class without thinking anything. I met Naman outside the class and we both started blaming education system, Nirma rules n what not. So this was our first step towards the friendship. Naturally along with him I came to know about Hiral Modi and also PC n DJ got introduced with those guys. Dahod also became notorious and he also came in to our group. I, DJ, Surti n Andho were in same lab group so we also got to know about each other. In every class we used to go late and from every lab we used to move out early (In a lab of 2 hours we used to come before 1 hour). As every illegal work needs some support, we started going around together. Kalu, Japke, Bapu, Donga and Abhi got introduced by PC n Modi brothers cuz where were in their lab group so they also joined the group. Aakhir masti kisi achhi nahi lagti…
Meanwhile we got result of our first internal exam. We all got unbelievable marks, yah more than 85%. (For the first and the last time in college). We became very popular in our batch. Most wanted, Black list, whatever you call it… In 3rd semester we crossed all the limits. We literally started dadagiri against lecturers. Throwing arrows and sleeping in the lecture was very common we started playing cards also. And that reflected in our results also… After getting around 90% in first internal n around 80% in 1st year university we got just around 65% in 3rd sem. But we recovered it anyhow and finally got a decent average of 4 year marks.

Bombay & Diu Trip:

In the 3rd semester we went to IIT Mumbai. It was supposed to be an academic tour but it turned out to be one of the most memorable trips in my life. It served a purpose of a power buster in our Friendship. We hardly spent 3 hours in IIT out of 3 days academic trip; instead we went to “Essel World”, “Juhu Beach”, “Chopati” n “some dance bars”. It was a great time. Somebody gave alcohol mixed cold drink to DJ and he got all angry but it was a good prank. Usko laga ki uska dharam bhrasht ho gaya. One funny incident I would like to quote here, while traveling by local trains in Mumbai, by mistake some of us board on the 1st class coach and the TT asked for the tickets. I happily gave tickets to him and then he asked me to look at the coach once again. It was 1st class coach. He took us to his cabin and started demanding for the fine. Somehow we managed a small under-the-table treat and left his cabin. We did a hell lot of the things in Mumbai some of which I can’t write here. ;);)

But happiness doesn’t come alone, Right? On one side we were in a process of making a great group, something went wrong in a card game and a question mark was raised on the Modi Brothers’ strong one year friendship, which was finally settled down in the 7th semester (uff such a long time). Nothing but a wall of ego was there in between them which was finally destroyed and the following picture is the proof their compromise. As they say “Friendship gets much stronger after one breakup” once again they became good friends.

We had another great trip, which was to Diu (one of the most beautiful beaches in India). Let me quote some of the funny incidents of that trip.

• Naman Modi got full drunk and felt off from the auto
• Once again cuz of Nama Modi’s drunken state he started blasting a foreigner child on a private resort beach
• Kalu was out of control and started blabbering. “Since I was” [He still denies the fact that he was drunk that time]
• Because of sleepless overnight journey (ya this was the only reason) I was feeling so sleepy on the first day of diu trip and I still don’t remember when did I open door of my hotel room for DJ. I am not even sure where I did that but DJ only told me that I am the one who opened that door for him after knocking for 15 minutes so I have to believe it.
• The foreigner–one guy–n police incident at the beach
• The Beach Volley Ball n many more…

Midnight Chillouts:

Some of us are from Ahmedabad so didn’t have full independence in our college time but rest of us used to stay in apartments. We have enjoyed many night outs at Bapu’s place, Kalu’s place and at Surti’s place.
Ghar se bol ke jate the “MOM project ka bahut kaam hai aaj to puri raat beth ke khatam karna padega… ya fir MOM group study karni hai”.
N then full time masti… I can’t forget those late night movies, full night comp games (We used to break n set new records of the computer games), indoor cricket… Let me tell you this. Surti’s flat was on the 10th floor and luckily 2 beautiful chicks were staying on the 9th floor in front of his balcony. So obviously Balcony became the best place in his house, we literally used to fight for standing there. Guys remember those balcony scandals? Hahaaha it was real fun. I am really missing those midnight Bun-Butter, Tea, Soda and all time pass stuff. Dahod remember that night, we were all hungry and at 3 in the morning we went to “Bombay pav bhaji” and requested those guys to give some food they were having….

The Punch Game:

We use to play this funny game. Whenever we find somebody sitting quietly, showing the back, we used to punch him like anything… Modi, Bapu, Kalu, PC and Surti were the all time hit players of the game.
(In da pic… Bapu and Kalu hitting Surti)

Weird!!! Isn’t it?

Placement & Farewell Time:

Final year of engineering, campus recruitment was started in the college and we came to know that we will have to depart after some time…

But we really missed our farewell party… if any of our juniors is reading this post then let me tell you “You are the worst juniors in the world”. Can’t throw a farewell party!!!!! Huh

Anyway coming back to placement scenario, some of us got job in the initial phase itself and some of us couldn’t make it till the end. The tension was in the air. We all were worried. We also had the same question in our mind.
“What will happen to us?”, “Who will go to where”, “Will we keep in touch?” etcBut as everybody in the world faces that phase of time, so we also faced it. Today we all are so scattered, we are a thousand mile away but still it’s just a mail away. Thanks to Outlook (yeah I can’t pass a single day in office without it), Yahoo, Orkut (my all time favorite Google), n internet… we still exchange lots of mails everyday…

Here come the Gentlemen

I would like to end this post (yeah this time it’s not crap for a change) by this sher…

Vishwas ki ek dori hai dosti,
Betab dil ki majburi hai dosti.
Na mano to
kuch bhi nahi,Aur mano to KHUDA ki bhi kamzori hai dost.

Pine walo ko pine ka bahana chahiye…

If you are looking for some real good stuff then let me tell you friend, this is not the place for it. Click on the X (top right corner) and read some good blogs or articles or rather watch TV. Don’t blame me afterwards, remember you have been warned!!!!

Okay let me start my crap now….

As usual last weekend also we had a party (no need to tell it was a “daru party”). [Daru means Alcohol]. A picture can speak a thousand words… right?

It is strange that being only a coke drinker some how I enjoy daru parties, just because of the kind of discussion we have. We started our party somewhere around 8.30 pm and this time around we were discussing liquors, dope, hukka and stuff. We discussed about Vodka, Rum, Tequila, Dragon Shot, Submarine Shot, Chocolate with Cigarette, Sweets with drinks and some weird combos. Moving on to Charas, Ganja, Afeem, LSD, etc… but suddenly our discussion took a serious turn and we started discussing about friends, life, relations, and more serious topics. By the time we finished the discussion it was already 3.15 am. You should watch people discussing after 5 pegs down.

But bottom line is, “Pine walo ko pine ka bahana chahiye…” [They need some reason to drink]

I have a list of reasons given by my friends

• Not in the mood today
• I am in the party mood today
• People around are enjoying in party
• Feeling lonely today
• Have got some friends today
• Today is the Friday / Saturday / Sunday (or any other day)
• She spoke to me today
• She didn’t speak to me today
• I am happy today
• I am sad today
• I am missing my BF / GF / Friends / Bro / Sis / who-so-ever
• My wife has gone to her place
• My wife is coming next week
• My friend is going somewhere
• My friend has arrived
• I am not drinking, it’s just a beer.
• I have to improve my capacity so let me drink
• I am feeling tired today
• We won the match today
• We lost it
• I am going through the tension these days
• I have been drinking for last 10 days, now let me continue and make a new record
• I am getting it for free
• I got a promotion
• I didn’t get a promotion
• And the most frequently used reason, I am drinking for nothing “I mean just like that”
  

By the way I would like to thank Tau (aka Anuj Mahajan) for enhancing my knowledge about different types of drinks. Also I would like to thank him for giving valuable inputs and making my post more readable. You know guys my English sucks big time…

Look at this guy, my winamp has got artificial intelligence. It is playing
“Nasha sharab mai hota to naachti bottle.”

Let me cut my crap by great quote

“Reality is an illusion caused due to lack of alcohol - Johnny Walker”

Everybody is free

“Depression” – The root of all the problems.

These days I have observed a wave of depression everywhere…

This post is dedicated to all the people out there, who are suffering from depression,
Who don’t know what to do?
Where to go?
What is good n what is bad?

Guys, I use to listen to this song when ever I am down, when ever I feel sad or confused and believe me it has helped me a lot. It’s one of my all time hits, so I would like to share this song with you all.

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Lyrics to "Everybody is free to wear sunscreen"
by Baz Luhrman


Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '97,

Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or reliable then my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice....now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind, you won't understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (if you succeed in doing this, tell me how).

Keep your old love letters; throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance...even if you have no where to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).

Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal--wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me, I'm the sunscreen.



PS : mp3 will be provided on demand. ;)

I am against RESERVATION

I am not going to write anything about reservation issue because there are more than 700 blogs for that. Each of them is telling the same thing “I am against Reservation”. Have a look at these pics and respects those who are fighting for it.

Practice Questioning…

We can say many things without words…

They will try to suppress your voice…

They will try to crush your spirit……

They will give you pain…….


They will torture you……

They will inflict sufferings…

They are the brutal organized force…

They will fire…

Never succumb to pressure...
Are we living in Democracy???

Never sayDIE…

EQUALITY is our BIRTH RIGHT

I salute you guys…

Is it worthwhile?

This is in continuation with the post “We the techies”.

I am feeling damn sleepy. Time right now is 3:32 AM. My winamp is playing “Can’t stop this thing we started - Bryan Adams”. You must be wondering what the hell I am doing at this time. So for knowledge sakes, I am sitting in my cube to provide production support to my client (Only God knows who is going support to whom).

Have a look at the photo… (Taken during production support night)

Myself & Gupta… Giving production support… (u can make out which kinda support it is)

Ye pagla lamp khane ki try kar raha hai… yeah that’s me

I better cut the crap and start with my topic.

You must have heard things like "Life means change" and "Only change is constant", but has anybody ever thought whether changing or the change itself is really worth it?

Let’s talk about IT sector. Ancient India was famous for its leather, spices, diamonds and all, and now, after a long time Brand India is emerging, thanks to IT, and thanks to out sourcing. There is no doubt that I am doing a job which I wouldn’t even have thought some 20 years back. Most of us have a better job than our parents’, better in terms of salary, infrastructure and the so called high standard of living. Everything is so tempting, everything looks so promising. Day after day we are moving from one company to another, running after a higher salary. But aren’t we living in a material world? Aren’t we becoming material boys & girls? Everyday we are thinking of a new project, a new assignment, a new job, a new company, a new (b/g) friend, etc… But how much time are we spending on our personal life?

According to THE WEEK’s survey on workaholics “Every fourth employed Indian works more than 16 hours a day and ends the day feeling frustrated. Most of them agree that their life revolves around their work, but it’s ok if the money is good. Whether the family is happy or not with the job is not a major concern for them”

Is there any difference between a human being and a computer (rather a machine)? I would like to ask you one question here. Tell me, how much time do you spend on things that matter to you most? Do you ever talk to yourself?

According to another survey, “Every third workaholic is getting more quick-tempered and physically sicker than before”

I would like to pose a few more questions to you here.
* Do you have back / neck ailments?
* Have you been bogged down by depression / fatigue?
* Have you faced a problem of disturbed sleep / poor immunity?
* How about loss of relationships and emotional collapse?
* Do you remember when you went for a walk with your friend last time?
* How may times have you seen the sunrise / sunset during the last month?

“You have to be FLEXIBLE”, is probably the first eligibility criteria for taking up a job in the IT industry. Yeah that is a selection mantra allrite. “Are you flexible in terms of work (technology and working hours)? Are you flexible in terms of geographic location? If your answer is right you are my guy, come join us”. But we are human beings right? Aren’t they comparing us with the NextGen robots? Do we have emotions? Do we need friends and family? Now you might say, what rubbish, who is stopping you to make friends? But no boss, it’s not so easy to make and “maintain” friends. You leave your near n dear ones or they leave you on the pretext of career and / or work being more important. You always need to be ready for a short term transfer and that too on a minimal notice time. They may ask you to move to some city in India or overseas in 4-5 days. Can you wind up everything in such a short span of time? Tangibles are fine but how can you wind up your emotions, your attachment to the place and its people, how can you wind up your relations? Thinking, “Why can’t I maintain my friendship even when I am away?” Yes I can. But “Proximity does matter”. Because of your professional / personal obligations the frequency of talking reduces (even if you don’t want it to happen) and that makes a difference.

As I remember it, October 17, 2004, the day I came to Mysore for the first time. None of my school or college friends were here with me. I made some new friends during my training. Outta them, only 4 (Me, Batra, Banani, and Kakkar) got posted to Mysore. Others got posted elsewhere. Thus once again began the quest for new friends and I got some good pals too. Let me write their names. Buddy (alias Nabamita), TCK (alias Vignesh), Bisht (alias Dinesh), KG (alias Kamal), Tau, Raju (alias Peeyush) and Chhotu. They all are very good people to be friends with, each one being a class apart from the other but in a class of his own. But that does not mean that I don’t miss my old friends. Life is never that simple. Sometime later KG, Bisht, TCK and Buddy went to US for onsite assignments. KG is back now but others are still there. How can I forget the time we spent together? We are still in touch but can’t spend time together right? I made some good friends in of my previous projects too– Rocky (alias Rakesh), G (alias Anita), Mr. Setty, Sheru (alias Chetanya), Akhilesh, n more. But again none of them is here. Some of them went to onsite and some of them got transferred. That was not the end of it; Raju got posted to Pune, Banani went to Hyderabad, last week Chhotu got transferred to Mangalore and now Tau and gupta are also expecting some onsite assignments. I know I haven’t told anyone of you how much you mean to me. I am not saying that I can’t live without somebody but it hurts… When your friends go away it hurts…. I am really bad at this, but believe me guys (ya gals also….) you all (literally all) mean a lot to me. I am sure every one of you would be having your own Buddy, your own Tau, your own Raju, your own Chhotu, your own Batra and your own gang. You might also be feeling the same way as I do. But is all this really worth it?

I have observed a whole lotta changes in myself in the past 2 years. I have met herds of different people and I have been close with some of them. But only few of them are with me today. God knows if we will meet again. It’s really frustrating, and at times I feel tired of all such changes. I don’t want to loose my friends anymore. I am tired of being formal, saying sorry and thanking you with the least bit of emotion involved. I am tired of having endless cups of coffee. I am tired of getting all senti listening to the song “Chitthi aayi hai” from the movie Naam (Listen to it once, I find it too senti esp the lines
Tune paisa bahut kamaya, Is paise ne des chhudaya
Des paraya chhod ke aaja, Panchhi pinjra tod ke aaja
Aaja umar bahut hai chhoti, Apne ghar me bhi hai roti.)

I know I might be sounding like a loser here. Another song that would potray my feelings at this juncture would be

Everything's so blurry
and everyone's so fake
and everybody's empty
and everything is so messed up
pre-occupied without you
(From: "Blurry" - PUDDLE OF MUDD)

I don’t want you to end up all senti after reading this. This is solely a self introspection that I have done.

Don’t worry guys; you won’t more posts like this too often. Next post will be full of fun, but this time you have to bear with me.

I agree there are many ways to think about all this differently and feel good about everything but tell me frankly IS IT REALLY WORTHWHILE?

B’day

Yeah, yeah yeah it was my b’day yesterday. The very first of May.
Labor Day, May Day, Workers’ Day, Gujarat Day, Maharastra Day, call it what u want but it was Dhaval’s B’day also. 23 years ago (seems like a long time), God must have seen happy people on the earth and must have thought of having a devil among them, to have them run amuck and probably then did I come into this world.

Anyways, enough of the evolution part, this blog is not for evolution of my holy self but for what my birthday was all about. It was a long weekend, 3 days, kinda mini vacation and as expected everybody around was planning to go here or there on a trip and relax their soul, body and mind. I also wanted to go somewhere but because of some one reason or the other I went nowhere… So my long weekend started with loneliness and I started talking to myself.

You know ….
“Lately I’ve been walking, walking in circles,
Watching, waiting for something
Feel me, Touch me, Heal me, Come take me higher.“
Nahi nahi ye maine nahi likha… ye to angrezi gana sun raha tha. Rasmus ka In The Shadows, to udhar se chepa hai… tum bhi kya yaar…

Somehow I spent the whole of Saturday … and now it was Sunday, I was waiting for midnight and at the same time getting nostalgic remembering my last b’day, going for what you make call a trip down memory lane. Last year Banani, Buddy (alias Nabamita), JKG (alias Jeevan), Raju (alias Peeyush), Batra (alias Ashutosh) and Tau (alias Anuj) gave me a gr8 surprise, one I probably would never forget. The surroundings were not so familiar that time and nor were they this time. I had just moved to a delivery unit and made just a few new aquaintainces, but they all pooled in too well for what I expected. This time again, things had changed, people had changed, old friends had left for greener pastures (not blaming them, even I would have), and so the surroundings were not so familiar again.

This time Batra and Chhotu (alias Vishal) had gone places with their respective girlfriends. So Tau and Gupta (alias Piyush) had to kinda shoulder the responsibility of the grand celebration of my birthday and wellllllll……they where trying their best to gimme a big surprise. So the three of us started waiting for midnight together and what better could we have had other than an old monk Gum-with-Rum session at our terrace to keep the slowly trickling time moving. As usual I was having only coke and was listening to the gr8 crap of two drunkards having sour throats and yet drinking all the more, cause u know what, rum helps in curing sour throats, a gyan I learnt having been in company of vividly different breed boozers all of whom would be nodding their head to this one fact. You know people can talk much sense after 2-3 pegs down which otherwise they would never do. Both the hands of my watch were in a lip lock now and it was TIME. Each incoming call made me more happy and ecstatic, wow ….. finally it was time I celebrated my b’day. Sometime later Tau and Gupta also wished me, u know until that time it wasn’t 12 in their watches, and considering the fact that they were High (almost downed half a bottle each) 12 was bound to be a bit late for them. The Rum session ended around 1.15 with my first lot of b’day wish calls. I was all set to go to my bed without cutting a cake, thinking that it was okay and with just two guys around cutting a cake would hardly make sense. But then Tau brought the cake which he was hidden in cupboard…And the cake cutting ceremony followed. Bade pyarse they gifted me a book. Have a look at the book first.

The Argumentative Indian

Tau asked Gupta to get a good book for me and he brought “The Argumentative Indians – Amartya Sen”. Tau abused him like anything… “Sale aur kuchh nahi mila… ye kya le aaya… @@@###$$$ Amartya sen ke siva kuchh nahi mila and all”. But Gupta was all set with his logical string of explanation. He wanted me to read some sense and said some hard reading would help me in my preparation. I respect your feelings Gupts… but believe me the whole book thing was so much fun, we all laughed at it like anything. It was around 5-10 minutes continuous laughter.

Then it was time for bed. I slept around 2 o’clock with heavy heart. I was thinking about these two guys (tau and gupta) as well as thinking about my other friends. Har b’day pe kuchh purane log missing hote hai… kuchh naye log aate hai… believe me guys you all have special place in my heart that no body can take. We keep on meeting new people but that doesn’t mean that old people don’t mean anything. In the morning I got up early, thnx to people getting home after office at onsite. It’s always a great feeling to receive calls on your b’day isn’t it? I got some unexpected calls and missed some expected calls also. Gupta had some critical issues in office so he went there. Tau and I decided to celebrate my b’day by watching 3 movies back to back. We bought DVDs of Walk the line, BI2 and Love Actually.

Around 3, Batra came back from his holiday stint, wished me and joined us in the movie session. Chhotu sent an SMS wishing me a happy b’day…I started abusing him like anything. Ek to sala din mai 5 baje wish karta hai woh bhi kutte ne SMS kiya…@@@###$!!! Sometime later he came home with a cake and forced me to cut it. The next thing I found was Black Forest all over my face, back, neck, and other parts of my body (can’t write where all). In retaliation, I gave him some back ;). We had gone all crazy ….aur Batra and Tau koi bhi lapet liya. Sabka b’day mana li… sab ko cake se nahla diya… After all this cake smacking and stuff we still managed to have a small piece left…. wondering what to do about it an idea struck me and I called gupta… “Hey gupta jaldi aa yar. Chhotu cake laya hai aur tera wait kar rahe hai kaat ne pe” woh aaya aur bade pyar se darwaje pe hi uska encounter ho gaya… hum charo bhukhe bhediyo ki tarah uspe tut pade. We all were in full masti mood. What followed was a so to say deferred celebration of Holi … It was full masti. I can’t upload all the pics here… otherwise pata nahi tum log kya sochonge. Ghar ki haalat dekne laayak thi.. aisa lagta tha ki yaha pe kisi ka encounter huaa hai… khun ki jagah cake pada tha pure ghar mai…

Have a look.

Ye ek time pe pura cake huaa karta thaa..

Batra

Chhots

Tau

Gupta

Pahchano b’day kiska tha…

That’s the Devil

Fir maine aur chhotu ne ghar ki thodi bahut safaai ki. Muje laga meri maid bahut accha kaam karti hai.. It’s a real pain to clean the room especially after you have thrown cake here and there. Dinner at a local restaurant followed.

That is not the end. Next day again another cake cutting session, followed by bumps in my office. I must tell you software engineers sun ne mai jinte hi soft lagte hai haquikat mai utne hi hard hote hai… bas kisi ka b’day aane ka wait karte hai… Khatam fir… Ronaldo bhi football ko pyar se maarta hai.. but ye log koi laaj sharm kuchh nahi… na koi lihaaj… bas maarte jaao…. I am still having pain in my butt. But again b’day bumps bhi acche hi lagte hai…right?

I would like to thank Tau, Gupta, Batra and Chhotu. Thank you very much for making my day wonderful. It was something different. I was missing all my old friends. But got some new friends and learnt a new way of celebrating b’day’s.

We the techies

In the confines of cubicles
By artificial light,

Sipping coffee from the machines
day and night.

Speaking on phones, in meetings we sit.
Staring the monitor, the keyboard(s) we hit.

Far away from loved ones whom
for days we do not meet.
Remembering them, working, on our seat.

This is life for us,
Working away from homes and loved ones in places afar.

What a life, techies we are.
What a life, techies we are, techies we are.

@Courtesy : Unknown Author

But wait a min... think for a while...
isn't it true?

Is it really worth?

I feel whatever (s)he has written is not enough to describe about techies.

Would you like to add anything here?

Ullu @ my place

April 13, 2006 (11:50 pm)

I was reading MediocreButArrogant (by Abheejit Bhandari) and listening to MLTR – Breaking my heart, suddenly I heard “Patel jaldi aa”

It was my room-mate Chhotu (aka Vishal). I thought may be he is calling because he must have seen some hot scene in some English movie or may be FTV is telecasting a brand new show of Victoria Secrete or new summer collection… (ya they are repeating MNH shows like anything… anybody from FTV listening here?? Hello???? Plz give us some new stuff.!!!!). We use to call each other and share those happy moments. wink wink. So, I didn’t bother and continue reading. Once again I heard “Patel…. Jaldi… jaldi aa patel”. This time I sensed something wrong. I asked what happened Chhots?

"Patel apne ghar mai Eagle aa gaya hai!!!!"
What that hell…. Eagle?? Mere ghar mai??? At this time?
"How come Chhotu?"
Yar I don’t know Batra (aka Ashutosh Batra) must have kept that door open. “Now stop shouting from there and come to drawing room Patel”.

I got up from my bad and first thing I did was step out of the room and closed the door.
“Eagle ko jaana hai to jaaye… mere room mai nahi aani chahiye…”
Then I recalled the entire lesson taught by my mom, whenever you see some sparrow in our house, beta switch off the fan and close the window. I did the same thing, switched off all the fans.

“Kaha hai Eagle Chhots?”
“Waha us hall mai.”
And suddenly some bird came flying from dark (light was off in other room).

Hum dono ki fat gai… Dono ekdam jameen pe let gaye… apni apni shakal bachake.. kahi maar vaar diya to? It was like a scene from Bollywood movie - hero and heroine dono jameen pe lete huye hai… .hero apni heroine ko gundo se bacha raha hai… dono jameen pe lete huye hia…
Baad main badi muskil se tirchhi nazar se dekha… are yar ye to ullu hai… Ullu bole to owl. Dono ki jaan mai jaan aayi.

Dono khade huye… and chhotu got 2 sticks from kitchen ullu ko udane ke liye…
(I know kitchen is the place where one should put some food but what can you expect from a bachelor’s kitchen, some news paper, some magazine like @@@####, may be tooth brush, shaving cream, some perfume and all….)

But bechara ullu dar gaya…ye log kya kar rahe hai… woh idhar ud raha hai… udhar ud raha hai..

Fan ke upar…

(Achha kiya na fan off kar diya var na to ho jaata na Raam Naam Satya tera….)

Khidki mai …

(Are bhai let me open that window first…)


TV ke pichhe…
Dyan se dekha to woh Ullu bhi nahi tha… ullu ka bachha tha…

Both of we gone crazy… Chhotu ek kapda le aaya while I grabbed my cell…
Ab to iska photo session karma padega…
Badi mushkil se use pakda.. and lage phot khinchne…

Here comes the hero…

How cute? (there was no gal to say CHHHOOOO CUTE.....)
Ye dekho kaise dekh raha hai… Soch raha hoga pahle to mujse door bhaag rahe the… fir pichhe baag rahe ho and ab ye kya kar rahe ho mere saath… no plz.. .mai ulluo ke saath photo nahi kinchwata…(hum use ullu bula rahe the and woh hame ulllu bula raha hoga…) no plz… no snaps… plz… leave me…. Plz….

But hum bhi kuchh kam hai kya?
Aise kaise chhode?

Dono ne jam ke photo session kiya.
Ye dekho..

Ullu and Chhotu rather Chota ullu (find out who is who)

That’s me with ullu… Soch raha hoga… bhai jaane bhi do… ab jaan loge kya bachhe ki?

Ye sab khatam ho gaya fir socha ab kya kiya jaaye..
Batra was busy talking on phone…we thought let’s play with him also…
Batre…. Chhat pe aashiqui farmana bandh kar aur jaldi niche aa… jaldi…
Woh bhi bhaag ke niche aaya…sahma sahma sa bola “everything fine?”
Then before he could understand anything Chhotu started running behind him with owl in his hand…

“ye dekh Eagle hai.. tere pe chhodunga…bhaag….”
Dono baag rahe the… it was fun!!!
Both went to the terrace and finally we set it free…

Woh bhi ek bhi baar bina pichhe dekhe ud gaya… he (or she… couldn’t get chance to check it out…) soch raha hoga… aaj kaha chala gaya tha… ajeeb ullu the sab… Agar uske paas bhi blogspot hota to woh bhi ek blog likta… “30 minutes @ ullu’s place”

Okay ullu bhaiya bye bye… ta ta… next time bata ke anna… will be ready to click more snaps….

BTW that code is still not working…
Seems this time GOD is not going to help me. Plz yar jara kisi ki chalti ho to jara uparwale se sifarish kar do yar…

Nostalgia 4 : Exams

Exam sunte hi mere dimaag mai khayal aata hai.

College banane wale kya tere man mai samayi.. kahe ko exam banayi tune kahe ko exam banayi?

Haa, I mean pure semester mai kitni masti karte hai and because of exams ufff… kitni mahenat karni padti hai…

Have a look at some photographs here. (Taken during internal exams)

Dekho bachhe log kaise padhte rahte hai?

Block ka ek bhi cona baaki nahi raha hai (None of the corner of the Block is empty… Lawn mai bhi baith kar padh rahe hai…
Na koi corridor baaki hai… har koi padh raha hai…

Ye log bhi… dekho dustbin ke bagal mai baith kar padh rahe hai… bechare…

Ye bhaisa’b to dekho… koi disturbance nahi chahiye muje… window mai baith gaye hai…

Too good.

Here comes Mr Mody…. Exam jaaye bhaad mai.. mai to so raha hu… pillow!!! Who needs it??? Software engineering ki book hai na?

We used to be very cool during internal exams. 10 was the passing limit out of 25 marks. We used to target for 8 or 9. Baaki ke 1-2 marks to sir/ma’m de hi dete the… The best part of our group was that we used to study in group. Just read for about 3-4 marks. Rest you can listen from someone and nahi to exams mai copy to hoti hi hai.. Ask your friend to give the headings for that theory. Baaki kahani to likh hi sakte hai… It was great fun. Start reading on the very same day of the exam. Half an hour of reading was enough for us to creak 2 papers… (Though It was not enough but some how we managed to do that) Start the day with little bit of tension. Then in the end… Jo bhi hoga dekha jaayega… Forget it…

Now let me talk about university exams.
Our university used to give us a reading vacation of full month before uni exams (They knew us. Vacation nahi diya to Gujarat uni will be the worst in terms of result)
So we used to enjoy the full semester. In the first week of our reading vacation we used to call all the scholars and ask about books.

Yar plz tell me which is the text book for this subject?
What is the syllabus in this subject?
Can you plz give me some notes?

By the time we find out these, week 2 of reading vacation is over. Now just 2 more weeks to go…

Ask some body “Yar can you just give me overview of this chapter?”
Find out who was the paper setter for the subject? Get the internal exam papers from his college.
Collect all the extra Xerox (photocopies for some extra material / some important questions)
Find out previous university papers.
By the time week 3 is over.

Just one week to go for university exam.
5 subjects and 7 days… bahut na insaafi hai…
Then we used to find out which paper has maximum holidays before it? Forget about that subject and start preparing for rest of subjects. But by this time we used to be in very pathetic position. We all used to get together for making strategies and for knowledge transfer programs.

I still remember – in sem 1. The previous night of “C” paper. We were studying till 4 in the morning at Surti’s place. Then Naman dialed some random number and he was like “Hello doctor, the buffalo is not feeling well, she is not giving milk, can you do something, and the injection you have given is not working” We all were laughing the guy at the other end…. “What!! 4 in the morning!!! Buffalo!!! Milk!!! Doctor!!! You f****, @@@@, ####. Hahahahah.”

Coming back to reading vacation. Now just 3 more days to go… Every time we used to think. Bas bahut ho gaya.. next time I will start working from the beginning of semester … ye kya har baar reading vacation mai haalat kharab hoti hai… bahut ho gaya ye… but trust me once the exams is over… padhai… woh kya hota hai? Reading vacation hai na… will study then only…
“Aakhir kutte ki punch sidhi hoti hai kya?”

Now just one day before exam… yar haalat bahut kharab hai.. haalat ye hai ki feeling sleepy but have finished for just about 40-50 marks. Have to study for some time other wise tomorrow I am gonna flunk. So read for 2-3 hours with half open eyes. By morning any how we used to be ready for 60-70 marks… Then in the morning once again ask some one to tell something about the chapters you haven’t read… By noon we used to be ready for 80-85 marks… (Thanks to Gujarat University for keeping papers in the after noon only.) Once the paper is over enjoy… Forget about the next paper… 3 din baaad hai na… tab dekh lenge… aaj ka paper nikaal diya uski khushi mai movie ho jaaye… 2 out of those 3 days we used to enjoy… and then last day once again the same condition... but sudharne ka naam nahi….

Once the uni exam is over, we used to pray every day. Full rush in all the temples / mosques / church.

God : aa gayi yaad meri? Pure sem to meri yaad nahi aayi thi ab kyo?
Me : plz give me 66.67% (Thanks to Guj Uni once again. 66.66% was considered as distinction). Next time I won’t come to you. I will study hard in next sem. Just for this exam… plz plz plz… bhagwan paas kardena.. Distinction nahi doge to bhi chalega (in worst cases)…

Then comes the D-day. Result time guys… every year we used to get rumors before 2-3 days of result - The result is going to announce today… We used to go to university every time we hear that rumor. And finally results are out… Everybody is at University… Somebody is happy… (s)he has got unexpectedly high marks… somebody is unhappy… (s)he has got the list marks… somebody missed the uni rank just by one mark… somebody got the uni rank… sale ki to aisi ki taisi…

But our whole group used to suffer a lot because of internal marks. Thanks to viva portion in the final result… Pure sem sir se pange liye ho to kahase marks milte…
So result scenario in our group was something like this

A: Kya huaa be?
B: Are yaar paas ho gaya?
B: Tu…
A: Mai bhi…
B: Sahi..
A&B : Yooo yoooo….Party… Chalo ye sem to nikal gaya baaki bhi nikal jayenge…

Lagta hia kal hi ki to baat kar raha hu aap se…

Anyways I shouldn’t forget that my code is not working in the production environment… today (on holiday) I have come to office to fix it up and I have started all this… okay better now I start working for that code otherwise again I will have to go GOD and ask him to do something about that error. I don’t want to do that… I know why to call GOD for everything. But whom can I call other then you my dear GOD. So GOD plz fix this bug otherwise my manager will screw me…
He will kick me out of this project, he will kick on my ass… Muje ye job se haath dhone padenge… No no nahi nahi… meri biwi bachhe bhukhe mar jayenge… muje roti ke liye bhikh mangni padegi… job ke liye bhikh mangni padegi… That time also I will come to you only dear GOD. So fix it plz plz….

Nostalgia 3 : College dayz

Before I start writing anything about my college, I would like to thank Madhurya for clicking all the pictures which I have uploaded here till date. Also would like to thank Hiral for giving me the starting potential for writing the blog. And last but not the least you all readers. It’s nice to see your comments. It gives inspiration to write more… Thought I am writing for myself only, I can’t deny the fact that receiving comments and appreciation is always a good feeling. So keep it up yaaro. Having said that let me start with my college days.

The first time I entered my college was the day when I got admission in Nirma Institute of Technology. Remember that Nirma Nirma washing powder Nirma…. Sabki pasand Nirma ad?… ya the same guy started this college. I had seen Nirma from outside many times but I could never get a chance to see it form inside. Kabhi socha bhi nahi tha ki will go to Nirma some day… Let me tell you Nirma, at that time, was the NUMERO UNO college for engineering in Gujarat. At that time for getting admission into Nirma aapko koi entrance ki zaroorat nahi thi… It was under centralized admission commission based on your 12th standard (Plus 2, 2nd PU whatever you call it). Pata nahi kaise but I got some good numbers in 12th and got admission in Nirma, that to in IT (Information Technology) branch. At that time IT was the hottest option. So I took admission in IT. Yes that’s true I was the greatest dumb on the earth (rather I am still the greatest dumb on the earth). I didn’t know the syllabus of IT. Muje ye bhi pata nahi tha ki which kind of job I will be doing after 4 years. Plz don’t laugh but at that time muje Infy (where I am working right now) ke bare mai bhi pata nahi tha. I know you are feeling like Adnana Sami’s – Lift karade (kaise kai so ko diya hai) song… Must be thinking sala ko kuch ata pata bhi nahi tha… IT ka I bhi pata nahi aata tha, aur abhi infy mai baitha hai… but believe me I was not the only one. Around 70-80% of my classmates were like that only. And all of them are at the good position in good organizations today. Dheere dheere sab samaj ne lage… pata chala kaha aa gaye hai hum and ab kaha jane wale hai hum… So if you are like me don’t worry. But at the same time you should not be careless about your career.

Anyway let me come back to my first day @ Nirma. I and my dad went to Nirma that day. We both had something in our mind regarding Nirma. Bahut suna tha Nirma ke bare mai.. Nirma ye and Nirma woh, the strictest college in the world, you can’t even take breath without permission, you can’t even break any of the rules, you will have to act as a goody goody boy are a goody goody gal, no bunks, no proxies… But on the very first day I came to know ki ye sab BAKWAS hai. Hum log cricket ground dekhne gaye and there this guy (caption of the loosing team was abusing his boys). Ma-bahan-beti sabki **##@@** sunara raha tha woh. Or bhi kuchh interesting galiya woh bol raha tha jo mai aapko nahi bata sakta. Nahi nahi, no please. Sorry I have some decency (ya you read it right…. I am talking about myself, Dhaval Patel) so I can’t write it here. But it was like 440 Volts jatka for me… It’s not that ki woh sab galiya muje pata nahi thi but the thing was my dad was with me.


Believe me for a just-passed-out-from-a-school student the most embarrassing thing is to hear somebody abusing when he is with his dad. He is enjoying it but can’t show the happiness on face. Similarly dad ko bhi pata hai ki beta bolta hoga... ya fir ab sikh hi jayega and bolega par woh bhi acche sharif baap ban ne ka try karenge. Ladka college mai ja raha hai abhi se chhut de di to pata nahi kya karega college mai jake… And the second most embarrassing thing is getting caught by your dad while you are happily staring at the gal. Same funda again. Both the boy and the father have their own reasons for that.

Anyways let me start with my semester 1.
Because it was first semester, we all studied hard (till our first internal exam). But once we got our first semester result (45+/50 in 3 out of 6) subjects, I was like oh man… This is not good. No not at all. How can you get this much marks in college. Gals may think ki this is a bookish guy and not a BF material. So padhai gone and I started all masti right after result of the very first internal exam.

I heard that Nirma is like the gurukul in Mohabbatein. But hum bhi Raj Aryan se kam thodi na hai? Ha hame koi Narayan Shankar nahi mila tha… Let me remember what all we did in our class.

I still remember Ms. Amisha (my lecturer in sem 3). What not we did in her class. We used to throw chalk / eraser / paper at her. When she asked us to leave the class, we used to get out of the class with a smile and thank you on our lips. We did a lot many things which we were not supposed to do like playing card (flash) at the last bench, eating, sleeping, proxies, abusing loudly, grrrrr what not.
If you are reading this post I would like to say sorry ma’m. I am really very sorry ma’m, I mean it. Agar woh chahti to viva mai hamari vat laga sakti thi. But she didn’t do that. And when I spoke to her regarding this, she told me “I can’t be like you”. So great of you ma’m.

Anyways let me continue with masti @ college… Ya bunks and proxies are very common in college and we also did the same. I remember some of our lecturers were very liberal in attendance. So instead of us doing the proxies they themselves were doing it. And some of them caught us red handed. Humne apni attendance ki kurbani de ke bhi dosto ki attendance lagai hai… (dosti ka karz to ada karma padta hai na). We used to play cricket or volleyball by bunking the class. We use to sleep in our campus lawn and drink the water (from the sprinkler) - we were looking like riksha-wala-bhaiyas but who cares? Playground chhod ke paani pine block mai kon jaye? Aur agar HOD ne dekh liya to gaye beta… Bunk maar ke we used to go for movie also (Thanks to R-world, a gr8 multiplex nearby Nirma). But for that also hamne bahut paapad belne pade the. Main gate par security walo ko cigarette pilana, sabhi ko sir bolna, diwali pe sweets dena, everything… I mean bunk ke liye sala kubh bhi karega right?

One thing I would like to tell you, in Nirma we had to write an apology letter for anything you do. You caught listening walkman in college corridor - an apology letter, kisi ladki ko chheda - an apology letter, sir se punga liya - an apology letter, koi bhi rule toda - an apology letter, class mai phone baja - an apology letter … it was too much. But hum bhi IT ke students the. We used technology to the max. We had a soft copy of a very generic apology letter, which can be used by any of the students for any for the reasons, a very generic one. We used to take a printout, whenever needed, and feel the blank space and give it to respective sir. No I am not exaggerating, we have done it. Plane and all were very common. We used to play with rubber band and piece of paper (which was like a weapon for us). Have a look at these snaps.

A guy in action

I need a shield

As usual we also had a fight for sitting on last bench. Reason for doing that, you can bunk the class anytime, you can sleep, you can finish any other tutorials, read novels/magazines, listen to songs, talk on phone, blah blah… But some how we managed to sit on last bench (or last but one). I still remember, one fine day on of my friends brought cake from his home. And I was sitting on last bench with him, both of us enjoyed the cake fully. Just imagine eating full cake with hands as a fork and a piece of paper as a cutter. It was a great experience I must say. Ya but initially we had problems in doing all masties as we had very sophisticated students in our class (cuz of meritocracy, all of us were 90+ percentage in our 12th, so understood right?). We started with 3-4 people and by the end of 7th semester almost all of them were with us. Thank you for making my college life wonderful…

I can’t forget my seniors and juniors (oh how can I forget those sweeties – a very general funda “you will never find a maal in you batch, it’s always your junior or senior batch who has got all the maals)

I can’t forget volleyball & cricket matches we have played.

I can’t forget Garba – Dandiya (a Gujarati dance) and (also other things which we have done in name of Garba)

I can’t forget canteen
I can’t forget IT/Comp’s block
I can’t forget III (industry and institute interface cell for placement)
I can’t forget workshop
I can’t forget mechanical students
I can’t forget auditorium
I can’t forget quiz and play we had done
I can’t forget exam time when most you had helped me
I can’t forget placement party
I can’t forget last semester (come to think of it I can’t forget any single day spent in Nirma)

I can’t forget Naryans (my group), Nityanand, Bhavin, Madhurya, Tina, Arpita, Nilam, Krupa, Tejal, Vidya, Snehal, Nehal, Khatri (printer hahahaha), Yusuf, Pradhyumna, Viral, Indra, Chandu, Jassi, … (can’t write all the names)

But

I can’t forget any one of you. I mean it guys… Thanks for everything you have done (and for everything you haven’t done also wink wink)

It’s not possible for me to write about my college life in just one post but I have tried my level best to give you highlights of my college life innings. Now for extra innings you will have to contact Mandira. Remember that world cup extra innings? Okay now enough… put your tongue in you mouth. Mandira ka naam suna nahi ki ho gaye shuru…

Well yar tumhari tolerance limit ki to daad deni padegi yar…. Pura post padh liya… I know I have put all the things in a big mess. Totally disordered, and lacking of fine flow. But that’s typical me. Don’t go by the heading for post. You may find something more college dayz in next posts.

All the best for your future
Cheers!!!

No period of my life has been one of such unmixed happiness as the
four years which have been spent within college walls.

Nostalgia 2 : Attack

Don’t worry I am not going to talk about Indo-Pak war, it’s just a story about my college canteen.

Canteen & Attack??? Strange!!!

Yaa every time just before starting our lunch, we use to say attack like Amitabh Bachhan in Satte pe Satta. But we were lucky, we didn’t have Hema Malini there to stop it. ;)

We used to wait for everyone to come on the table. Once everybody assembles Dahod (my friend Jigar from place called Dahod but knows as dahod only) used to say attack, and it’s all gone. Mom could have wasted 2 hours in making those soft roties and sabji with all ingredients in proper ratio for her Chunnu Munnu, but within 2 minutes woh roti roti nahi rahti thi… Just imagine 8 odd people attacking on the same roti. It was much more horrible than a rape by Gulshan Grover and gang in old hindi movies. Homemade food was always on target for our friends. You can’t use fork and spoon boss. Agar table manners mai dhyan rakhkha to samjo bhukhe mar jaonge bacha. No I mean it ye dekho.



Abusing while eating was almost inevitable for our group. Yar gali ke bina to khana hazam hi nahi hota…

Then comes Punjabi meals. How can I forget Punjabi meals at my canteen?
If you re-arrange canteen menu in descending order on the basis of right hand side column it comes on the top. I swear on Preity Zinta’s dimple, at that time 35 bucks for Punjabi meal was more than dinner at Sahib Sindh Sultan or Delli Darbar.

College canteen ki Cold coffee main kuchh special tha. Café Coffee Day ya Barista ki cold coffee bhi uska comparision nahi kar sakti. Similarly agar ek side pe canteen ka Pizza ho aur dusri side pe Domino’s ka, I will still prefer canteen wala pizza. Not because it costs me less but because there is something about that pizza. Thought it’s not that tasty, the guy, who was making it, was not following any standards (kise pata ISO:2001 kya hota hai) but uske saath college ki yaade judi huyi hai.

Let me talk about South indian food also. At that that I was fond of Dosa and all (Now after spending one n half year in South India it’s a different story all together).
If some day somebody buys a dosa, gone… After ATTACK you can have only one chance (that too if you are lucky), take how much you can take in that chance. But it was fun…

MBA Canteen… How can I forget it? Yeah when we were in semester 6 a new canteen for Nirma Institute of Management was opened. The caterer was new and was not aware or our group. He had a scheme of unlimited (self service :D) meal for 25 bucks. But it couldn’t continue longer. Thanks to us. We had a master plan for that. Everyday one of us used to get a token for mean and that’s it. Unlimited hai bhai… 1 plate and 8 boys… By God ek – ek paise ko vasul kiya tha… Poor management guys… Some times they couldn’t get food because of us. After all you have to pay something for being so sophisticated / so well mannered.

Canteen ki baat ho and Mechanical students ki baat na ho aisa ho sakta hai kya?
To enjoy college and canteen life to the max, you have to be with Mech guys. I had some good friends in Mech so it was fun for me. They use to do all type of nautankies. Songs, B’day bumps, Proposal, Truth-n-dare… you name it they have done it.

Let me talk about some fundu tricks used by some guys in my canteen. I still remember a guy from Computer Science. He used to collect one rupee form five different persons and then used to have his Vada pav. I remember this because I am a big time victim of this “No change, can you give me a rupee plz” plan. But his plan really needs to be appreciated. After all who can think of getting a vada pav for free in such manner? Similarly some of my friends used to have free coffee. They used to go to coffee vending machine, where you can find at least 5 guys at anytime. That’s it ho gaya. Say hi to each of them. Ask hows life and blah blah… Take 2 sips from each cup. You are done… Such ideas still amuse me.

Uffff… bas ab muh mai paani aa gaya… mai to chala khane..
Aakhir kaane aur sone se badhkar koi kaam hai bhala???

"Sex is good, but not as good as fresh, sweet corn."

Nostalgia 1 : Submission time

As I have told you.. it’s gonna be all crap… my posts also will be in a weird order.
I know that but I am that way only. I will put whatever comes to my mind. Whatever, whenever, however… Huh. But you will have to bear with it. Once you finish reading my all posts it’s your job to arrange them in a proper sequence and njoy it.

Okay bahut ho gaya bakwas. Let me start with the Submission story.

Out of 6 months of engineering semester we, student, are enjoying more than four and half months but rest one and half months it’s professor’s time. They will remember your practical results (even if you don’t remember any of them), they will remember the day when you were listening to the cricket commentary in the class (though you have hidden the wires under your full sleeve shirt – har roj to short t-shirt pahante ho aur India ki match ho to full sleeve shirt, hum bhi kabhi students they bacchu). He will remember the day when you have insulted him in front of a gal (your classmate or his colleague). So what she was not that pretty, she was in the other corner of the room but still you have insulted / tried to insult / uttered something which you are not supposed to say in front of any female creature around. Anyway ab hua hai to bhugat na to padega hi. Zyzda se zyzda kya hoga… ek sign ke liye 10 baar aana padega sir ke paas? Thoda sa butter lagana padega? 25-30 baar sir sir kar na padega… chalo koi nahi, itna to chalta hai…

Have a look at these pics (Nirma Institute of Tech - OOIT batch)

Yar ye konsa program hai???Is printout ko kaha pe dalu???

Ye kiske baad aayega ye page???Offff… ye faaltu ka jamela.

All these files will go into the trash can just after 2 months.

Sabko pata hai but still formality hai karni to padti hi hai…

Autograph plz..

Only time during the full semester when mam gets so much importance.

Gosh!!! Ma’m ki to nikal padi

Students to chhodo… Sir bhi copy karte hai..Ya I mean it. Dhyan se dekho, he is copying the index from another file

Yeh woh kaagaz hain jinhen koi file mein jagah nahi mili
Kitne ped kat gaye?? Tabhi mai kahta hu… submission hona hi nahi chahiye…

It Starts with...

Hi All,

This is my first blog. I recently read some blogs. One was titled " Day 10 - From Chukku Kaapi to Cappuccino ", the other was about bf/gf " Boyfriend /Girlfriend = Faltoo tension ? ". Those two blogs inspired me to start my own blog. Just like all other blogs, this blog is not gonna help you in anyway. I am gonna write all crap, all weird things and that’s why I have given the name as BlogFullOfCrap.

Being an Engineer most of the time I will talk about engineering college or software industry (yeah I am one of those techies working with infy)

Once again let me warn you. Plz don’t waste your time reading my crap, instead watch TV, hang out with pals, or what ever you want to do. But baad main ye mat bol na ki bataya nahi tha.

Dhaval