Monday, May 30, 2005

Tagged!!!

(Please refer to The Adventures of TinTin and Snowy for the real thing.)

THREE NAMES I GO BY :
Iyer
Arvind
-should I cook up a third ? There hasn't been any other nickname (thank god !)

THREE SCREEN NAMES :

goo_goo_demons
sweety_priya_sharma
cooldude2000_yo (pre-college era, something that embarrasses me right now...)

THREE THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MYSELF :
1)Music sense
2)Sense of humour
3)Rationality

TRHEE THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT MYSELF :
1)Nose
2)Complete lack of politics in my blood
3)Pimples...But i think that era is over...

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME :
1)Cows
2)Punjabi people
3)Irrational people

THREE ESSENTIALS :
1)Wallet 2) Handkerchief 3)Keys ...4)Mobile, at times.

THREE OPPOSITE SEX THINGS :

1)Curves
2)Brains
3)Face Value (haha !!)

THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BADLY RIGHT NOW :

1)Skip Office tomorrow
2)Maaro an all-india tour and meet all my archi batchmates
3)Play my guitar (which I foolishly left at KGP)

THREE CAREERS I AM CONSIDERING RIGHT NOW :

Any non-9-to-5 thing...mon to fri routine sucks...

THREE PLACES I WANT TO GO ON VACATION

1)Any place that involves a plane ride
2)Any place that has snow
3)Any place which is dynamic (like a beach)

THREE KIDS NAMES I LIKE :

1)Pinky
2)Alankrita
3)Sandhya

THREE THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE :

1) Bungee Jumping (partially influenced by your list George)
2) Attend a big concert (Metallica, Aerosmith kind...NOT BRITNEY OR BEYONCE !)
3) Understand either Poetry, Ghazals or Modern Art
...and of course the SEX thing..

THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ :

Poornima
Hemanth
Ashish Chordia

(the idea is to take the same questions and answer them on your blog, and inflict the same questions on 3 (exactly three, maybe 4) blogs you read...it's that simple)

Sunday, May 29, 2005

Office Office

Four things that I learnt today :

1)My mother thinks John Abraham is good looking.
2)Dhoom isn't as bad a movie as I thought it would be.
3)Uday Chopra was worse than I thought he would be.
4)Monday Blues is an entity. I can't stop it. I can't escape it. It enters my soul at around 10a.m on Sunday morning, and doesn't let go till I have my cup of tea at the office and finally realize that Monday is back.

In case I didn't tell you what my office is like - here's the stuff :

My archi training lasts till mid-october ( it started on 11th may). Office is fine. Pakka dilli-type. I'll list out the names (in order of seniority) - Rakesh Vats (boss); Sardar (i don't know his name yet) ; Goyal (i don't know the first name) ; Naveen Sharma ; Amardeep Tyagi ; Me ; Surinder (chai -paani mundu) and my favourite - Verma ji (who is a 60+ guy handling estimation and talks a million words a minute when given a chance).

It's a 25min drive from my home. A consummate dilli-traffice experience - rickshaw, car, DTC, pedestrians etc. The work as such is uninspiring. It is exactly the same stuff Swapnil and I finished a month back with a super-compressed schedule. But thanks to my positive attitude and an unpolitical simpleton brain, I have found some little things in the 9:30 to 6:30 schedule that keep me interested - like the 2 cups of tea at 11:30am and 4pm ; the one hour break at 1:30 where I manage to take a nap on the chair (next to Verma ji).

I hope I learn some tact and some maneuvering fundaas from the office environment. Day 5, verma ji offered me his squishy sabzi for the 3rd consecutive day. Since I'd been bearing my own pseudo-negations in the past few lunches, I said this to his face (in front of 4 other people) in the most polite manner possible - "mein doosron ka khaana nahi khaata. bachpan se school mein log mera idli khaa jaate the, aur mein unka khaana choota nahi tha." Needless to say, there were some shocked responses and smiles. One of them gave a diplomatic "bada straightforward aadmi hai" comment.


sigh...Monday's back..

Monday, May 16, 2005

Imagination...or the lack of it

A week has passed by...
A billion thoughts (or more, or less) passed through my head every day; a few of them were written down.

A husky male voice answered back. The lady tingled with enthusiasm. She recognized the voice. After all, the calls were made quite frequently. The man cleared his throat and said, "Kitne kilo madam ?" She said, "6 kilo. basmati" ....After this my brain-power died and the story took no direction. Here's another unfinished thing :

JYOTI AND THE PINEAPPLE!
* Inspired by 2 individuals - P.G Wodehouse and Jyoti

Thats right ! Pineapple in the middle of Delhi. While others squished and sqaushed their mangoes, Jyoti was one bold gal. There she was, standing at the bus stop with that pineapple in her hand.... Again, a complete lack of imagination...

I also finally managed to rip my worst T-shirt with the most awful catchline. I guess around 40 or more batchmates of mine would have bought this in our first year. It cost a whole sum of seventy five rupees . A memorial to this blunder of mine - A perfect ending to an uninspired blog :

FRONT -->
They say
Guys in the
TOP ENGG
colleges do
nothing but
FLAUNT ....

BACK -->
LOOKOUT !!!
I am from
IIT KGP
And
Amn't I
Modest ?

Monday, May 09, 2005

DIB 342 - The Roadtrip(s)

MHOW is one of the most picturesque cantt areas. While all cantts are blessed with an overwhelming share of trees,panju drawing rooms and snooty children, Mhow did have an undeniable charm. It had a tiny five km radius with juxtaposed civil and defense areas. These were strung together by pathways, moodily changing levels and directions. In quite a few crossings, reaching that pinnacle was a small victory of sorts. And for our pretty DIB-342, it was no sweet ordeal.

The market place lay on the lower contours of the town. For the unacquainted, Mhow is famous for Smocking Dresses (pronounced smoking by most residents). In that maze of slender roads and lanes, the car would cease to work at odd places. Inevitably I would have to jump out (ladies and guests excluded from the laborious act) and push it to the nearest safe spot. Restarting would take anywhere between 10 minutes and a week.

On one of the better days, we managed to finish off errands without any glitches. On the way back, we soon approached the Daunting Peak ( some pseudo name. I forgot the real one) Although I can't estimate the level change, I can surely say that the cross-section looked quite similar to a one-sided Bell Curve. As we drove uphill towards the crossing, the car began struggling with the potential difference. Just as we hit the peak, a 3-ton (an army vehicle capable of carrying 3 tons) crossed the orthogonal road. We stalled, for a few seconds. Unfortunately, the car lacked the velleity to finish the task. The slope was too daunting for the fiat. Mummy slammed the accelerator, we cheered. But it had to happen. Sometimes, you have to experience the past to appreciate the future. We were forced to drive downhill, in reverse direction, to gear up for another attempt. Embarrassment levels peaked to a new high (or low). If I remember correctly, the second try was a failure too. The third time, we were blessed with a barren crossing. The car lurched and crossed over to the other side. ah ! Victory was ours !

On another such workout, on some other crossing, the thing just gave up. My father pushed it a bit, and gave up too. The car was left at that place, around two kms from the house. There was no tension of any sorts, no threat of theft. Only a moron would think of stealing something as conspicuous as DIB 342.

The next day, my sister was cycling along with her friends on that road, when one of them curiously enquired, "Hey, isn't that your car?" Thankfully, she handled the situation with the best solution possible - denial. "naa...thats not ours". One of them persisted, "No. I recognize the plates. It is yours". She cringed, "Ohhhh..yes. That is our car." The next question was inevitable - "Why, is it lying here ?" With an emotionless countenance, my sister replied "Well, daddy has parked it here. Thats why."

I don't remember how or when it got back. It's resilience amazes me, now that I review the whole lifeline. The car continued to survive somehow, a new nut here, a new carburettor there. And soon, we began making The Great Trips to Bhopal...