Three on Three.

Three on Three.

Cruising the heights of joblessness at supersonic speeds, I have decided to write something as inane as this. :-)

Three different laptops...,
With three different operating systems...,
From three completely different sources ...,

One Sunday evening their paths cross over...,
Some arbit blog ( .. :-) .. ) changes irreversibly.

Acer - Ubuntu , Dell - Vista Home Basic, IBM - XP.

When it rains @ work:-)

When it rains @ work:-)

Today we had the time of our lives when it rained cats and dogs. What did we do ?

We had regattas. :-) Four-Five paper boats made from single side printed paper competed in what was by all means a competition that was the first of its kind in my workplace.
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Before I continue further, an explanation of "we" - Three people ( all x- MTs) who have resigned and are trying their best to [have fun at] work.
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Using Cafe coffee day cups as propellers was only going on to prove the tag line - " A lot can happen over coffee."


Rain Reins :-) .

Watching a T20 @ Chinnaswamy! - many FIRSTs and no regrets.

Watching a T20 @ Chinnaswamy! - many FIRSTs and no regrets.

Srinath blogging about cricket ? No,  you have not lost your sanity. You did read what you just read. :-)

I did get an opportunity to watch a match in the Chinnaswamy stadium at Bangalore. 

Match: RC vs RR.

I got the opportunity to watch it in a corporate ticket and this was absolutely awesome.

To start with - a great view of the field, free food, free liquor, free snacks and last yet not in anyway the least - a mere 4 feet from CheerLeaders :-) I simply had the time of my life watching the match. Got my face weirdly tattooed and again this happens to be my FIRST face tattoo.

   

Bangalore performed pathetically and the match was not interesting particularly because right from the word go Rajasthan seemed to have the upper hand. But, I can aver that in the entire corporate stand only 50% were watching the match. What about the rest 50% ?

CHEERLEADERS :-) 

                      

Though slightly less than half my mind is telling me to blog in detail, slightly more than half my mind is telling me to hit the bed. Its 0534 hrs and I guess it's time to actually let the snaps do the talking. After all, a snap is worth a thousand blogs :-D.

Haven't slept in 36 hours. Good Night :-).

Scribblings from Ramamurthy Nagar, KR Puram, Pin: 560016.

Scribblings from Ramamurthy Nagar, KR Puram, Pin: 560016.

I live 'only' 19 km from this part of Bangalore and I am here today quite frankly for getting free internet and decent food :-).

This is where FS* ( Very Senior Business Associate - Manh Asso. ) and MP ( Very Very Senior Business Associate - Manh Asso. ) live.

This is their new house and it kinda rocks except that it is irrationally stuffy inside. Nevertheless, being a Rajni fan I can only think of - " Namben da.." and I am fighting the heat.

Having made an achievement of traveling this distance in less than an hour, I wanted to "hoist" my Malleshwaram flag here and hence this entry.
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*Name changed and shortened beyond decent cognitive recognition to preserve the integrity, stability and virginity :-) of these two guys.

iShuffle :-)

iShuffle :-)

This is a little late to enter this blog. Nevertheless.

On April 9,2008, I got my first apple product. 

I had such a huge crush on it that I wanted to tell any girl I met-

'Adi "Podi", nee ennai "kavutha" ..... "iPod" aai irukirrai..! '

Girls reading this.. Sufficiently Repelled ? :-)

That something so light, so sleek and so good exists is something I fail to come to terms with.

PS:Isn't the engraving conspicuously asinine ? It was meant to be.

Bangalore is getting HOT { :-) + :-( = :-| ... }

Bangalore is getting HOT { :-) + :-( = :-| ... }

Pun ? err.. Nope ! At least not entirely intended.

Bangalore is actually getting hot. When I discuss this topic with seasoned Bangalore-ans, I get this really bored and as-a-matter-of-fact look on their faces as the repartee. They attribute it to pollution, irrelevant real estate expansions of an unplanned dimension and of course "global warming". I honestly consider these problems above my level of comprehension.

Having stayed in Chennai for 21 years before coming to Bangalore, I should not have found this topic worth a blog.  But, Bangalore was not "designed" to face these temperatures. Mercury kissed 35 on the celsius scale today ( just April ! ! ). And I was not designed to face Bangalore in this temperature. The lack of water vapor in the atmosphere makes the heat a little unbearable. It's now some 2330 hrs and I find my room so hot that my chair (plastic) is a little too hot to sit on for the first 4 seconds. !

What is with the pun in the topic then ? The opposite sex population ?

Kinda sorta.

Still, heat is best enjoyed when generated within.

Chennai, I miss you so much.

A Marvelous Morning

A Marvelous Morning

How many times have you had exactly the kind of morning you wanted to have ?

By all standards of skepticism/optimism/pessimism I have had none.

Until today.

Yes, work begins at 8.30 am and people at office are not actually strict about timings. Nevertheless, the dirty and oh-u-come-at-this-time look is not very welcoming even for people who are comfortably apathetic. I am an apathy aspirant. So, that surely is not the look that I want to get and hence I generally tend to be 'punctual'.

That being said, I will explain my morning.

"Tee Tee tee Teeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeeeeeee tee tee tee. Tee Tee tee Teeeeeeeeeeee teeeeeeeeeeeee tee tee tee. " - went my cell which was in its last stages of battery life. I got up and realized it was just half an hour since I hit the bed and all my forethought into deliberately keeping an alarm in a cell almost devoid of battery charge so that it wont wake me up - was some really inane estimation ! It was just 6 am and I had gone to bed at 5.30 am.

Err... If by any chance you are thinking what a busy life I have been living, then please correct your assumption. I was watching a movie till 3.30 am and chatting till 5.30 am about topics which I really do not remember. 

This came to my mind in a flash and I realized it is not worth getting up at 6 am. So, I acted as if I never heard the alarm ( but y did I act ? I live alone and neither am I capable of being questioned nor am I answerable to anyone). Still.

When I next woke up my TV was still ON, showing the same ad (of Sharukh about Airtel's concept of earning Rs 5 crore being easier than passing 5th standard ) that comes every 10th minute on Star World.! I slowly tried moving and just found out my cell was as dead as a DODO. The equation that defined the curve that my lip took was a smooth and broad parabola open upward. I realized I would have been unreachable for anyone who tried to contact me and hence I am not the "call ignore-r". Then, I strained hard and tried seeing the time on NDTV ( without my specs, I barely distuingish numbers these days). It was a romantic 12.35 pm. 

That I actually slept through the entire morning was giving me inexplicable and ineffable joy. Not that I have never woken up at 12.35 pm or later, but that today is a working day and I am actually expected in some other place and still I was in my bed in my night clothes was the source of all the pleasure. Slowly trying to turn around, I realized I had to wash clothes before going to office. 

TV in full volume, not a soul to question my sluggishness and the arrogance of a impending unpunctual attendance - these drove me to finish my morning chores at a decent pace. I returned to my room only to find yesterday's F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Seinfeld just starting on TV. Wow.. :-)

I watched these sitcoms and simultaneously  groomed myself rather nonchalantly and left my room. The moment I stepped out of my apartment complex, I got an auto to my office. Generally, I need to walk about 400 m to get one. As I got in, I got calls from two-three friends and hence I dint even get impatient about spending time in the signals. And when I reached office I understood that the Auto Meter had been going slow because the auto guy asked me for the same rate I usually pay (though I got an auto without walking the 400 m distance. :-) ... )

With iPod full blast in my ears, I pressed the lift button and the next second the lift opened. (Trust me, this only goes on to show there is a probability that Murphy's law will fail. The lift which otherwise takes at least 300 seconds to stop in your level, today takes just 1 second. This is a clear exception of Murphy's).

Its 1.40 pm and I walk in to the office with an air of indomitable rudeness :-) ( I tend to walk like that now-a-days.... me dragging my leg a little too much is being perceived like that.). All these people who give me the "looks" are now lunching and I have no one looking at me.

I am simply awed by the sequence of events and realize that I have to blog on this.

QED.

 :-).

(Part 2/2) Automation Controllers..... buy 2...get 3 free !

(Part 2/2) Automation Controllers..... buy 2...get 3 free !

Well.. it has been a while since I blogged and I ve decided to write more often. So let me first complete my previous topic. 

Lunch:

There are certain human characteristics I am awed by and 'adaptability to bad food' is one of them. A classic example of this was our lunch. We were taken to a "mess" ( wow.. never knew "MESS" could have such a beautiful pun built into it) where we HAD to eat( hunger driven by  acids etching the stomach linings is a natural force overriding any protest by the tongue). My boss being the strictest of vegetarians was completely shaken seeing the "mess". I, on the other hand was driven purely and solely by hunger and I was waiting to even eat the banana leaf kept in front of us ( yes, food in a frond). For the sake of my self-esteem I choose not to mention the spread in this blog. But it was here that I realized the Rand-ian phrase : "driven by a sense of ruthless purpose". Hunger being the purpose, I devoured food like how a sandpaper would absorb ink. Yes, the food stained me :-(

Moving on.....Then started the most boring part of the trip. We had to go through painfully long discussions on topics which we were completely ignorant. It was actually interesting to know how even the smallest of things cause the biggest of frustrations to customers. Ego boosts, a sincere acceptance of not-a-big-mistake as our fault, smiling and of course assurances made the customers deal-able. 

I was also offered tea twice or thrice in between and people started taking my cell phone number. Now, Y on earth should I be giving my personal number to the customer ? - that being no rhetoric, I realized I could not protest much if I wanted to get out early. So quite against my wishes, I shared my number( Not a single girl has asked my number since the year began but this happened. Murphy's Law it seems.)

We then had to meet the president of the Cement plant to say a formal 'hi' ( read 'bye'). He was treated like he was an incarnation of Hitler and his voice and build were, I think the reasons for the treatment he received. Being a man with a stentorian voice and a sinister smile, the President lived up to his name. We sat in his room in the meeting for almost 50 minutes in which he spoke with us for only 3.1415 minutes. Calls, Calls, Calls and calls - from every damn person in the plant distracted him. I really hoped the president has his hearing intact till he retires at least.

After the not-so-meeting types meeting we embarked on our return journey. It was awesome. The relief that I will not be staying for more than 3-4 hrs here and the compassionate sun made it a pleasure drive. We drove quite fast to a "Adyar Ananda Bhavan" and had( i mean ate) some Chat. Then we left to our suite :-P.

This was again interesting. I was left alone in my room and I had all the time to do whatever I wanted to. And only in the fag end (no pun intended) did I realize I can burden blogspot a bit and hence my previous blog :-)

There was nothing special about the dinner and my boss was patient enough to actually wait for me because he sat with me though he ate only half the quantity of what I had. After having some delicious Rumali Rotis and Mushroom and Gobi Channa, we left to the station.

MORAL:->

He who comes from Karur is not afraid of Limestone.