Thursday, September 14, 2006

IT...I see...

Two more days and I will be a month old in Pune and two more days and I will be a month old in this company too. In this one month, I have worked for the company as much as Mallika Sherawat did in “Myth” and a little more than what Lara Dutta had in “Fanaa”! So that way, I have contributed as much as Mohammad kaif had contributed in his last 4 innings for India.

In the last one month, I became familier with the term called “bench”. For the non-IT guys (Like I was till a month back), it is a harmless piece of wooden furniture languishing in all government schools and offices. But for the IT guys, it has a different meaning altogether. For “kuch karke dikhana hai” type of employees, bench is far more dreaded than asking them to drive in death well while for the laid back kinda guys, it’s an official status accorded to them and they are blessed to get the salary for surfing, chatting and spending plenty of time in food-court ogling at the girls of all dimensions discussing their lipstick color and the size of heel!

And in such a privileged period, I had a change to have a glance at the monitors of others and here are the exclusive results of the study (I thought of giving these ‘exclusive’ results to Aaj Tak or Channel 7 then dropped the idea because they might run the news with captions like “IT companies ka pardafaash” or more innovative “Nanga sach IT ka”)

On the monitors of 20% of the guys, you can see the homepage of intranet all the time. It seems it’s the only URL their explorer permits. They are so glued to that homepage as if it is hosting the revealing pics of the latest bombshell in the campus!

Then there guys who are busy shooting mails to all the females they know within the campus with the hope that someday he will get a chance to have a coffee with one of the ladies all alone and not with the group of other 10 guys. Then there are other fellows busy chatting on the internal messenger to the guys and gals who are sitting at a stones throw from their desk. These constitute another 20%.

15% are hooked to their cell phones or the landlines. If they are just holding the phone and not saying a word, wife is there on the other side. If there is complete silence from both the parties on either side of the telephone and if the parties have a ‘Julia Roberts’ smile on their face, they are the lovers and if they are shouting their heart out you can guess that either someone is trying to sell a credit card or trying to stuff some loan!

10% don’t have any idea what to do while sitting on their desk in front of their computers. They try to click on all possible pixels a screen has to offer with a deadpan look.

5% don’t know what’s their role in the project.
5% don’t know why they are in the company
5% don’t know why they exist on this planet.

Above three varieties constitute a total of 15%. They spend their time doing pee, sipping tea and taking photocopies of articles such as ‘speaking tree’ and ‘teachings of Osho’.

Rest is 20%. These are those morons who can breathe but their souls are dead. They work with a “Tsunami swept away my home yesterday” look. They earn for themselves, for the company and for the rest 80%.

I am yet to figure out where do I fit in this company!!!

Friday, September 08, 2006

The drama of Vande Mataram

Do you believe in God? If yes, have you made it a point to light a lamp in the morning in front of the idols?

Do you love your parents? Silly huh? But do you go to them everyday in the morning to say that you actually love them?

Do you think a soldier sings Vande Mataram everyday, without fail, just to prove that patriotism flows in his veins?

If No, then why this drama of making Vande Mataram mandatory in schools? Do you think that those who will sing Vande Mataram from now onwards will be more patriotic than those who choose not to sing it at all? If yes, then check your credentials. Have you sung whole of the national song, at one go, in your entire life, ever! And above all, do you know the Sanskrit lyrics and the meaning of the song?

Singing a song cannot make you a patriot. Same way, not singing it doesn’t make you antinationalist.

It’s a feeling which resides in ones heart, his love for the country and respect for the motherland.

And for all those who want to make it mandatory citing that it’s our ‘national’ song, here is the argument. Hockey is our ‘national’ game run by one maverick called KPS Gill. Anyone bothered?

Cheers

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Change again!!

Last 3 months were like a roller coaster ride for Mumbai. Rains were so bad on some days that we kept on getting messages from BMC (Bombay Municipal Corporation) Commissioner that heavy to very heavy rainfall is expected in next 48 hours and all the news channels kept on flashing "Milan subway dooba" & "Khar subway main paani bhara". These incessant rains made Milan and Khar subway household names along with Kurla, Kaleena and Sakinaka!

Quite predictably though, every time after the BMC Commissioner's message, rains stopped and a dry patch followed.

During one such dry patch, I read this on rediff.com,"Monsoon not likely to revive in next 8-10 days". Predictably again, it rained non-stop for next 5 days and again Milan and Khar subway managed to come into limelight on TV although the lion's share of the limelight was taken by Rakhi Sawant-Mika kisses. On India TV, it was (Lion's +Tiger's + Elephant's) share.

Then there was a sudden Shiv Sena band for one day. The effect of the band was severe. Cruel guys announced band in such a short span that this poor soul had to spent the entire day on 2 cups of tea as all the hotels and restaurants were affected.

Two days later, bomb blasts took place in 7 local trains. I was fortunate enough not to be on one of those trains as I was supposed to take one of the same trains and on the same route. Many innocent souls lost their lives that day.

Then one fine day, sea water in Mahim creek turned sweet and as this was the effect of one mazaar of one of the Muslim saint near to that place, Hindu gods didn't lag far behind. They started drinking milk! Look, even Gods have healthy competition going between them! ( For more sexclusiveand exclusives on Rakhi Sawant's day to day life, pls watch Rajat Sharma's India TV..Non Stop)

Amidst all this, I switched my job..Yes,again! And with this I left my beloved Mumbai. Am no more a Mumbaikar. Am a Puneite now!

To be continued...

Moonie: look, I kept my promise!

Saturday, August 12, 2006

COMING BACK ..SOON

The writer of this blog was sleeping since March..
Somebody just woke him up..
Now he is itching to write crap again...

LIFE IS LIKE THAT is coming back...SOON...

Saturday, March 25, 2006

but the memory remains!

I was without any project for whole of February and half of March. My honeymoon period ended abruptly four days back when I got the call from my boss who assigned me one of the most ‘hopeless’ projects on earth. From now onwards my office will be in Churchgate. I know, the crowd of that place is such that a 25-year-old guy like me can make his day just by roaming on the streets whole day, watching Bombabes, but this poor soul will be slogging hard in the office to earn his livelihood. God...Why don’t have Gates as my surname!

It was around 2:15 PM when I started for my lunch today. I was strolling on the road in search of a decent restaurant. But this Mumbai heat can sometimes be too harsh on you. I know, Delhi is much worse. Still the humidity here can make you feel as if you are soaked in a jug full of boiling water. I barely walked for 50 metres when the heat forced me to a shady restaurant nearby. He was serving in ‘thali system’. It means you cannot order the food of your choice and you are forced to eat what is being served. No matter if it contains the most alien vegetables on the planet and two tea spoon full curd which can be mistaken as slightly thick form of butter milk and not to forget half cooked chapattis and a glass of water straight out of municipal water tank added with a few drops of soya oil!

Anyways, after the thali system, it was the coupon system. You need to buy a coupon from the counter before you can fill your tummy. The thali was costing an amazing 18 Rs! Imagine..in 18 Rs he was promising a dal, two vegetables, curd, papad, pickle, 5 puris (Yes not chapattis) and full plate rice! I was totally amazed at the price and that amazement lasted for exactly 7 minutes when I realized that the only thing on which the guy compromised was ‘quality’. Yes, quality stuff along with quantity exists only in Chor Bazaar of Delhi.

This cheap thali reminded me of my engineering days. All through four years of college, there was a constant competition between all of us on who can find the cheapest place to eat. Every month or two, one of us used to announce proudly the name of one shady reatsurant after another where we could fill our stomach in as little as 20 Rs, 18 Rs and even 15 Rs! (No,we were not regular at such places! It was just for fun and visit to such places were one-off) The price kept on dropping till Rs 15 after which we thought we touched the limits until this guy, Ankit, came up with a steller 12 Rs thali! And yes! He became regular at that place too! Just to save money for his astronomical cell bills! The guy is printing dollars in US now!

Memories refreshed…

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Any Idea?

Just realised that i have lost all the 'haloscan' comments (made by u and replied by me) from all the archieve posts...

Any idea how to retrieve them?

Friday, March 17, 2006

Kalyugi Swyamwar!

When did you hear about a 'Swayamwar' last?

I watched it last on television. Yes! I was about 7 years old then and it was in Ramanand Sagar's 'Ramayana' where Rama broke Shiva's bow to win Sita's heart.

But this is an era of reality television and the Real Swayamwar is here!

Cheers!