AnDy

Phonies

2007-02-27T16:29:00.000-08:00

Reading people is one of my pass times i relish doing. It gives me an opportunity to know them more closely.
What turns me off is the phonies all around you. People whom you think to be genuine and then discover they are not. I have made really good friends in my life and have met enough people to judge on the phony Index. There are people on all the levels.
There are people very distant from your life, something like a public figure who might touch your life a wee bit ala Arjun Singh or may be a phony crap like Arindam Chaudhary. I do not really care for this category.
Then there would be people closer to you who are phonies like people in your distant relation or in your college, your classmates. Mind you classmates and not friends. They might be your group mate and working with them might be difficult. I would get annoyed by them. But still they would not hurt me.
Then there are people whom you consider friend who might turn out to be phony as well. These friends would be someone who go out with share some part of your life but not everything. Their phoniness would hurt me a bit, rather it would pinch me. I would get over it very easily as these are not someone whom you had thought to be friends forever.
Then people who are even closer, your close cousin or your close friends with whom you share almost everything about your life though not everything. What do you do when you find out you can find phonies there as well? I would get hurt and would shut myself from such friends. But still I easily deal with it.
But the people who top the list of phonies would be people life your own sibling, your girlfriend or boyfriend or your closest friends whom you trust with your life, and turning out to be phonies. This would really break me apart. I always dread this breach in my life. I dont want someone to get so close to me and yet turning out to be a phony. Probably I am too trusting to see between the lines. Or may be I do not trust everyone very easily. But if once I do, I do it with my life. I would really hate someone if he/she ever comes close to me but only does a lip service. I am really thankfull, that I have few of the best people around me.
Another set of phonies I would not like is someone who'll get u to 8446 mts on the everest only to use you as his step for going up to 8448 mts and give u the dreaded shove. I would rather like to go only till 6000mts with the person honestly, than getting the shove at 8446. I have this fear that there are people in my life who belong to this category and I want to put it right before getting the shove.
But in the end life has to go on and so I dont care much about phonies- any category. Only may be the recovery time is different. :)

Words

2006-10-24T02:01:00.000-07:00

In the bantering games I have often prided myself with the usage of words. You can get a spicy meaning of an innocuous looking word spoken by your friends. Of course this is an art which is extensively used in any college hostel. But whats bothering me is that it is taking a life of its own. I have no longer control over it.
Of course I have never been forthright to many of my friends and my family members on many(few?) aspects of my life. I have led an independent life and have planned to be like that. That explains my taciturn ways. I have been headstrong, that is till now which explains I do not share my thoughts on my personal life. This is whyI would often try to hide behind those words. They have most of the time shielded me from difficult times. But was it enough?
I have read many pertinent desciption of words. And the conclusion is that Words are like the winds that blow ripples on the water's surface. But the river itself flows beneath, unseen and unheard. During different points of time I have often been envied by people for my seemingly happy face. But I believe my predicament these days is quite similar to the above description of river.

Selfish

2006-09-15T09:56:00.000-07:00

The disappointed in his tone was very much evident. I had played all my points in my mind over and over again several times. I could not even open my case. The arguement was over even before it started. As I was getting ready my phone rang, I have been waiting for his call and the arguement that was going to accompany it. It was going to be tough. But I lost all my will in just one sentence of his...."Oh!! So you are not coming.... But u said the last time..anyways Okk have fun and if you wish come home for two days" I cant describe the tone.
I hate to be in a position when you have to make a difficult decision and when there is a tussle between you mind and heart. It always makes me feel guilty of urself. It seems all these years of education has ruined me in the sense that it has transformed me from a "heart guy" to "mind guy". Mind guy is always worried about the societial norms and about what the people think of him. I have often wondered in my time of solitude how selfish is selfish. Of course as a kid not sharing your apple with your cousin was deemed as selfish. But then thats a very objective criteria. In this world the instant gratification seeking is anyways considered to be selfish. But what about the things that are not so mundane. What about things/activities/people that are close to your heart and have to give them up just to give happiness to people whom you love. And what about, if the very choices which are possible only because of the people against whom you are going to choose. I really havent found the answer to my problem yet and probably would never understand it untill I go to the other side. Probably I am not yet mature enough to understand it. But I am confident that I can never be termed as selfish but then...."Kya Karey Kya na Karey"

Music Rediscovered

2006-09-11T11:47:00.000-07:00

As I enter the twilight of my stay at IIMC I am once again rediscovering little things that once were very essential for my survival. In my heydays back at my grad school I couldnt sleep without music on. Then age caught up with me (sic.) and music became just noise and nuiance to me, just another hinderance to understand that black-scholes formula.
But this new time has once again brought the changes , the favourable ones. Now I once again like music on my system. In fact I love music now once again. You have no idea howmuch I love music and how much it means to me, and what I get out of it.
Sometimes it's the melody,
sometimes it's the lyrics,
sometimes it's the artist,
sometimes it's the language,
sometimes it's the sometimes it may be nothing and just the people with you.
but most often it's the dynamic combination of all of these and that something mystical that just works together to create magic. And when it does work together? It's glorious. Transcendent.

I was listening to a song recently and it hit me that a particular line in the song may be one of my all time favourite lines of lyric, ever. Most of the songs I remember have usually some close people attached to it. Of course I cant go on disclose wat song do I associate with you or someone else for that matter. If I do that I'll be disclosing all my secrets buried deep in me and hence will have to kill you.

FLIP FLOPS- To be or Not to be

2006-02-24T23:24:00.000-08:00

Have you ever seen a pair of FLIP-FLOPS( even the electronic chips one) . Have you ever been hit by the proverbial "Kya Karein Kya na Karein" Syndrome. Its one of the worst situations to be in. As a kid we think shall I eat a chocolate or an icecream. When we are at the stage of adolescence we think shall I sit in the class with that cute girl in pink (;))or my cricket pal. When you grow further you think shall I propose that girl or wait to become a better friend and then do something. As we grow up the problems become more and more complex. Wise men say that its good to have options. Then why is it so damn difficult to excercise them. Once we become more informed why do we start seeing complexities and of the shades of grey in our surroundings.
2 AM I am all set to go to south of france on exchange with few close friends. 7 AM after the call from home the "Kya Karein Kya na Karein" Syndrome hits me. Shall I go shall I ditch. What are the Pros and Cons. Lets weigh them once more. But unfortunately this is not a Numerical problem that could be solved so easily. I need more information. I frantically call few good friends whom i considered would be experts in the field. And suddenly I Flip-Flopped. 6 hours, 3 phonecalls and you get a Flip-Flop. The problem does'nt ends there, when your decision is affecting other's decisions as well. (Un)Fortunately my two good friends are even a greater Flip-Floppers. 1 hour, few more phonecalls and bingo! everyone of us have Flip-Flopped. What would you call this- "Dynamism", naah this is what the "Kya Karein Kya na Karein" Syndrome is. And come to think of it we are the budding managers. God help this planet. But now decided we stand, no more Flip Flops.

The Time Gone By and To Come

2006-02-04T12:37:00.000-08:00

I once started writing blogs by dedicating it to 4 of my best friends at College though it was a time to look back. I once again write this dedicated to 4 of my best friends yet again at a college and this time for a time to look forward to.

Two years have passed since I passed out my beloved grad school and I had forgotten the idea of having fun. Thanks to 4 of you I feel young by at least two years. Two years before I never thought I would be able to form a close knit friend circle again that I talked about in my very first blog. But thanks to this place that brought us together and once again I am able to relive my memories (memories are always good and sugery).
The last few days have been the most lively ones in some really long time. Each day has been better than the past one. Calcutta seemed like an alien place to start with but now it has become acceptable. Not that the city has improved its just the chemistry between the friends that has sugercoated the discomforts.
I hope with times to come we'll let this grow.(Aur kisi ki nazar na lagey :D)
Animesh ek Sher ho jaaye isi per :-)

The Road Trip- Part 2

2006-02-01T11:01:00.000-08:00

The Journey- Part 2 (About K and B)
Let me introduce two more characters of the story whom i will be using a lot,Lets say MissX & Miss Y.
So we hit the road once again and soon we are off the expressway into the bong hinterland where the only thing that seems to work is the sign language. Meanwhile inside the car a fight has broken between two of the oldest friends K and Bansiman over X and Y. And as rightly pointed by some saint in medival period "Ladkiyan saari fasaad ki Jad hotin hain"(To the fairer sex this is not my line :D). Now the scene here is a bit peculiar because you would think wats the problem, two handsome(?) blokes and two Pretty(?) ladies everything seems to be settled. But the problem is X likes K, but K likes Y but Y likes B and B likes another K. Phew!! if Raj Sippy was here he would have made lot of dough on this story. Anyways the fight continues both of them exchange blows(verbal) and the result inconclusive and it seems that both of them like both of them. With this fire raging AJ goes on to snooz mode. Seems she didn't like the fact that K and Bansiman are hogging all the limelight. So we sing her our favourite song once more. By now you know which one. She wakes up and starts hurling back the seemingly benign but deathly remarks. K and Bansiman dig deep into the history and bring out some more dirt on the table. When ever there is an opportunity K gets down the car and flashes his coooool bright Red pajama usually wore by Miss D.
This way fighting, singing, swearing, dozing we reach our destination, DIG-DIGGA.
The Movie Making

In the Midst of this carnage the creative K conceptualizes a movie "Su-Lax-Mi-A MAGICal tale of 4 cities". The movie travels from Jaipur to Kolkata to Dehradun to Thailand(for magical moments). Director post is assigned to Kavivar for his obvious tail-ent, lead actor is Bansiman, lead actress is AJ, urs truly has also a little insignifiacnt part of carrying roses from the lead actor and actress to their respective Beaus. And All the MAGICAL moments are provided by K so that people are bound to say "Ab Kya hoga". So there are 4 puppets in the hand of an able puppeteer Kavivar. Lets hope he makes a good movie.

Contd..

The Road Trip--- Part1

2006-01-30T12:13:00.000-08:00

The Decision Making
So it was a one fine bright sunny sunday. Indian Cricket team was battling in Karanchi. Our spirits were high after watching the vernal movie Rang De... It was decided within 5 minutes that we are going on a long drive aka DCH eshtyle. So We 5 punters, Animesh "the Kavi", AJ "as she is called by some special people", BansiMan "The newly turned religious super hero of the JokaLand" K of "I like Jadoo fame" and DJ "The new name of yours truly given by Bansiman and AJ" packed our bags and squeezed in our favourite pushpak viman and hit the road.
The Journey (Part-1)
After lot of manuvouring our pilot "kavivar" and the 4 navigators were able to take our biman on the famous Howrah bridge.And soon we were far from the pooh-poohed Kolkata into the tranquilty of a expressway. The good old friendly banter has already begun. The centre of attraction of course keeps changing with time. New names are made(AJ becomes Radha ;) I become DJ ) the old ones are refined(Roses becomes Gulabbo, K becomes Jadoogar). New and old Information is exchanged, information is customized to suit ur needs, strategic songs are sung(our Kavivar very adept at that). Soon the topic of conversation was steered towards "religion and being religious". Of course our superhero feeling restless, I still wonder why is he so religious when he can be a feline lover. But oh no wait !! we have our jadoogar also there in the line. Suddenly the radio also becomes involved and plays my favourite song these days(well one of them) "Woh KISNA hai" and the focus is changed. The carnage goes on.. No one is spared. I face the wrath of two religious ppl and am termed as Guns and Roses lover. The only one unscathed is our Kavivar Animesh.
We are hungry by now and we see Mukesh Bhai's Dhaba and check in. Now dont tell me you do not know Mukesh bhai. Arey bhai Mukesh Ambani.

Contd.

An Ode to FIGHTER

2005-12-10T23:44:00.001-08:00

This is dedicated to my_dear_friend(s)_FIGHTER :D

Fighter Fighter Blowing HOT
But did u know abt the fightress he GOT
They built a Hawai CASTLE
Lived there without any HASSLE

They Even picked their Baby's NAME
And That was not their only FAME
Then came a VILLAIN named MANDY
and since Fighter was all cool and DANDY
They hit it off like Raging FIRE
Their Love ran like Cal Taxi meter on Hire

On This Fighter and Fightress Had a FIGHT
but the damage was small and effect SLIGHT
They knew they were made for each OTHER
So they made up and lived happily Ever AFTER

Would have loved to write some MORE
But Really I Got to finish my CHORE

DISCLAIMER : Names Changed :D
and
All the characters in this poem are fictional and any resemblence to any one living alive or dead is purely coincidental

~No Offence Meant fighter

Ensoi

The Great CON MAN

2005-12-06T13:22:00.000-08:00

The great Pony-tailed self proclaimed Management Guru does it again. The father son Choudhary duo are once again at their disgusting best to malign the IIMs(And IITs as well imagine that Huh!). The most noticable thing about the advertisements of IIPM this time is that it sure has grown. Starting from the humble begining of half a page Ad of "Dare to think beyond IIMs!" in supplements, the Ads have grown to 3 full pages in the main paper(TOI). LONG LIVE TOI!! LONG LIVE iipm!!
The most intriguing (hilarious actually) part of the advertisement was the article written by the ponytailed person(Damn! forgot his name again :D ) comparing the selection procedure of the IIMs and IIPM on the basis of toughness criteria. I really loved the easier_the_better selection criteria.
Basic message that the Ad tried to convey was that all the education in the world (specially from the IIM and IIT group of institutions) would not help people become the world class Business Leaders(or ConMen?) because their selection criteria emphasizes on IQ and not EQ.
The much harped upon industry interface, I believe would be PlanMan(or ConMan?) consultants coming to IIPM giving some really nice global gyan. By the way for the uninitiated PlanMan is the sister arm of IIPM.
One of the other thing that intrigues me is "Who the hell reads Business Barons and who publishes it?" I tried searching for its publisher on the net on a powerful tool called GOOGLE but was not successful. I believe its one of the highly classified magazines meant only for the eyes of hapless IIPM students.
In the end I would like to compare IIPM to the Orwel novel 1984 where all the students are simulated to live-eat-go_abroad-do_crap_etc happily and only few "DARE TO THINK BEYOND THE PONYTAIL"

Having written this I am really scared to get a notarized mail from the legal cell of IIPM(yes they do have one) and to be thrown out of my company.
But Alas they would not be able to throw a Gaurav Sabnis on me since my company does not has any link what so ever with IIPM (take that you IBM_notebook_burners)
By the way did you know the IIM intitutions are the MBA mafia (lolz!) who terrorize people by sending threatening emails .
Signing off with standard disclaimers

Vagaries of life - dreams

2004-10-17T23:55:00.000-07:00

Hello all, welcome to my blog once again. It has been long since i last served you, but nevertheless I was whelmed by the resoponses. So here I rant and rave once again. I'll try to keep it short and simple :D .
We all go through introspection once in a while when overwhelmed by vagaries of life. How often are we not surrounded by dark thoughts, thoughts about self failure. However, these thoughts could not prevent an optimistic hope that starts building concurrently with them. We always long for serendipitous events to unfold before us specially in the matters close to the heart. And it is this craving that acts like a high ocatane petrol that keeps us aloft in the pursuit for our dreams. Coincidently it is the failure of such events to turn up, that builds the doomsday feeling, and with it self despisal or rage. And both the cases are unconducive for the pursuit.
Unfortunately only few of us try to do the onerous groundwork neccessary to realize them. It's like a background loop that keeps on folding and unfolding but it never comes in front. This has been well exploited by writers like Ayn Rand and Paulo coelho. Try reading them and you would start to think yourself like an insignificant speck of dust and you begin to despise yourself. But before you start doing that read on :D.
So what is necessary is, to try and create the means to accomplish your dreams. Even the shepherd in "the Alchemist" had to work for years as an apprentice to the shopkeeper before he could set off for the treasure hunt. But such an approach in real life would take out all the romanticism present in your dream. The very methodical means needed to bring your dream in your ambit makes it uninteresting. And thus we again long for serendipity. This is the paradox that we have to deal with.

Knowledge

2004-09-22T01:53:00.000-07:00

Have you wondered about the power of knowledge. As said in Bhagwad Gita "With great knowledge comes great Power" and rightly said once again, "With great power comes great Responsibility". So invoking the property of reflexivity my mind dictates that "With great knowledge comes great Responsibility". So the quest for the search of reasons for the dementing looks that I have been getting from my readers especially my room mates (current and past alike)has come to a full circle. I now know that they dont like responsibilities. And I don't blame them, knowledge is really such a thing.Once you become well informed you start seeing complexities and of the shades of grey in ur surroundings. You see nothing is clear and simple as it first appears.The person whom you thought is so naive suddenly seems to suffer from multiple personality disorder. Thus knowledge is useless and sometimes even becomes paralysing. my room mates being the "Men of action" can't probably risk aborbing even a tiny morsel of knowledge that I tried to squeeze into already over-flowing intellect of theirs.

But Never-the-less "Show will go on"

Aieu!
AndY
(with due regards to Bill watersson)

The Show must Go on!!

2004-09-20T06:51:00.000-07:00

Hello all, and welcome to my blog. I hope all your past days have been better than mine. I wonder whether you have been expecting for this crap or not. Nerver-the-less irrespective of your wants, desires and cravings The Show Must Go On. Is'nt this the motto the world is governed with.
Life must be really mundane and boring if I have to work so hard to try and find something to write about. But thats about the extent of it right now. Nothing really majore, or worth writing is happening, its all routine. I go to work, I do my home stuff, reading, play with my PC, music, the usual. In a way thats actually good, that things are going well, so no reason to complain, and I am not complaining really.
I just don't have anything to say, thats all. And no, still no words of wisdom :)

Here are few of the whackiest topics i got from my readers hope u can add some more:

"100 ways to sterlize mosquitos"(btw are makhi and machhar the same?)
"Daddu ko gussa kyun aata hai"
"About the 'one who should not be named!!' "
"Sex Sells" (the real one....some people huh..!!)
"The united States of Bihar and Laloo"

Add to this guys...i would surely Consider it...btw the last one could really be a funny one.

Cryptic words And the Kid!!

2004-09-08T22:17:00.000-07:00

My object of writing this "piece" is naturally not to counter some of the (healthy?) criticism of the readers of my writings. I was led to write it because in my endeavour to make clear of the essence of volitions (of my earlier writings), I found myself constantly reminded by my fellow brethrens that i am using a lot of cryptic words on purpose. In fact they went on to accuse me that I am using this as tool to attract the female homosapiens at large. So rightly or wrongly, I try to fix this critism beforehand. That the usage of words(cryptic or not) varies person to person, region to region, even gender to gender, to some extent, you must agree to that. But you should also note the fact that in my case this variation is on the whole consistent with a central theme. It's the human psychic to employ such words to create an impression on the readers mind, and this is not unusual. Else why would we be reminded, by any and everyone, of reading editorials to improve our working language from 6th grade. Besides cryptic words lend a touch of subtlity which is important to keep the human mind engaged in the writing or else it would start multitasking. And that no writer would allow to happen.

Now that I have put my points, let me write something on the lighter note, on my personal front. This drama is "About a Kid- 'bachha' ". Okay, So how many of you did watch "Dhoom"? How was it? Well I thought it to be a pretty entertaining movie (You know the meaning of entertaining ..right?). So obviously I didnt want to left odd one out. But finding out that almost everyone has already turned to the dark side, I finally turn to my last hope- The Kid. So dialogue goes something like this:

(You need to read calvin and hobbes for visualization.)

Scene one begins
Setting: A room in an apartment in G.K.

Me: So kid wanna watch Dhoom? I promise ya, You wont be doomed in this bollywood flick
(Remeber "Kyun fati na!! oops sorry Kyun Ho gaya na!!")

Bachha :Horrified my suggestion looks up with an expression of calvin seeming to convey me.
Dude, There are Dead people in there!!

Me with a Hobbish face : Yeah right!! like they are real dead people.
aloud- commo'n it cant be that bad!!

Kid: Forget it!! And curtains fall end of Part one!!

Scene-2 begins

Setting : Me just back from office. Chacha discharging his manegerial duties on the cook.
Kid OOgling out on some explicit content of some Z- grade hollywood flick on my
PC.

Kid: Say Duck , Me going for Dhoom this weekend, wanna tag along!!

Me: aghast on hearing this,can not believe my ears, totally unsettled on this sudden
change of heart on THE Kid's part.
I give him again the hobbish face with an expression sayin : But you thought there
are dead people in the movie. Aloud : Hmmmm, u sure abt that.

Kid: With a gay and happy face: You Kidding me its such a cool movie. And the expression
saying : "Dude!! There aint any dead people in there.. but some naked chicks"

Me : I'll think about it!!

I fade away in the darkness thinking "Is it about a chick!!" Andy holmes starts his clandestine search of get to the real reason for this change of heart. And he finds the garrulous act commited on the kids part

And the Curtains fall end of scene two

Proposed Scene Three begins!!

Setting: location- Saturday night in an apartment hall in the suburbs of delhi(gurgaon for
the less informed junta) dim lights. Kid in the convicts box. jury members
sitting in a semi circle with a lupine face. Kids attorny Dalls puffing away
under stress. Attorny from the prosecutors side "The Good 'ol daddu",with a record
success in interoggation of such shameless convicts, with a confident close up
smile chatting with his battery of intern lawyers notable among them chibbu.
Me on the witness stand.

So my friends the drama ends here. I would like you to use your wildest imagination and finish this part three and pass on the judgement, as the jury is often swyaed by the ongoing public opinion in the trials.

hope you liked it!!

tata
Andy

Sex Sells!!

2004-09-08T05:54:00.001-07:00

Now now, how many of you thought that I am going to write a piece containing some explicit content about someone's escapades. On the contrary, what I intend to serve is a purely vanila blabbering.
Now that I have your attention let me be fast lest I loose it. Well here is what I have in mind. I am going to bore you with retrospection of performance of India at the Olympics. Now don't cringe away after reading this. Have patience and read the whole script.
Just for information India has won 16 medals at Olympics till date, 11 of them in field Hockey. And even the exploits of our hockey team are a distant memory. Whatever the optimists may say but lets face it we sucked at Athens. The fact this wasn't our worst of the performances makes it even more pathetic. I don't know whether this is just a just a genetic disorder. Government has its fair share of blame, as they never took sports seriously. Sports is not just an entertainment but it is a way to achieve excellence and pride in the community of nations. But lets face this too the likes of Vedpathaks and Malleshwaris were trained abroad this year(and that wasn't on uncle Sam's money but we taxpayers paid for that), and what was the result. A BIG ZILCH again.
Actually we Indians are so success starved that I was amazed to find how the media drooled on the intial successes of our atheletes in the qualifing rounds, by giving them a short lived demigod status. No disregard meant to Anju Bobby George and the Tennis Duo. But there was Michael Phelps trying to win 7 golds !! and also in the same village there was a contigent from a country of a billion people trying to win a single (elusive) medal. And finally it was an unknown saviour in Major Rathore who saved the blushes for India.

What do these above mentioned lines point. What do we lack, The govt. of India's support to the noble cause of sports. Naaaaah!! true but not in entirety. Of course Govt. has to be blamed since its the easiest thing to do, but what about our atheletes and ourselves. Sure people might say though we are a billion strong country but a vast majority of our brethrens are living in penury, but what about our 200 million strong middle class. How many of us would like to take up sports as our profession. I guess somewhere down in the history we lost our will to win. It's not always about money and sponsorships, or else how can you explain the exploits of the kenyan and ethopian atheletes. I'm afraid that if we allow ourselves to be befuddled by such garbage ramblings of some C-grade sports buff(I agree, I really suck at writing), our Olympic dreams will remain just that. To get ahead, there is need to invoke accountability. And this accountability is not of the Govt. but our atheletes and the society. HOw can we expect to win when we are not supportive enough to our younger generation, or else who knows I could have been an Olympian, seriously I wanted to be one, though only in my surreal world.
You know what prompted me to write this piece of shit."NANA PATEKAR QUALIFIES FOR NATIONAL SHOOTING COMPETETION". It just made me wonder if he can do it at the age of 50 (rest of line must be a foregone conclusion).

Chalo doston, alvida!! but tell me seriously how many of you thought this is about sex. haha.

Blogger Andy

Unleash it!!

2004-09-07T03:12:00.000-07:00

Well the above mentioned heading has nothing to do with the content following it.I just happen to like the word "unleash". While writing this piece I am wondering what should I start with.I could be cliche (a useful tactic, actually) and start out with "there was this girl..."(done by me once), because there was this girl and people have been pulling my leg over that for the last one month. But I won't. I could again be cliche (and trust me on this one, it works sometimes) and start out with "life sucks so damn much", because life does suck so damn much. Or to top it all I could be cliche (really, doston cliches are useful little things) and give you a hot, steamy cross-section of a manufactured drama related to my life(which the fairer ones would vouch for), but then I'd be lying. I got no drama for you people this time.
So finally once again I am stuck on deciding what to dish out here which is appetizing yet doesn't compromise my position. As far as my work is concerned, my vexations towards it have reached a certain level of dormancy that I wouldnt like to disturb. Anyways it wont be yummy for you lesser mortals.
So here's the deal, why dont you people suggest me what should I write about that would have your attention(While wroiting this crap I just realised how difficult it is to captures one's mindshare by writing with no aid of visuals). So doston keep posting your comments!!

Bidding you Adieu!!

AndY

The One Without a Title..

2004-09-06T01:10:00.000-07:00

Hello and welcome to my first blog. I hope all your days have been better than mine.This one is dedicated to 4 of u only. Of course by 4, "u" must have understood whom i am reffering to. May be after this piece i would graduate to a generic level of writing so that it can be read by all.
This is just one of those grandiose plans that i always think of and.. which never never materialize, like learning to play guitar or more recently learning to swim. Of course this time the credit goes partially to tiggi and partially to the editorial in TOI. Well the editorial was nothing like motivating you to write but it was a kind of writing that we people "not from the literary intellengenstia but yearning to be included" would dish out.
Now the title must have given you the hint how much I miss our good ol' vella time in IIT. When ever we have our weekend ritual of daaru party in gurgaon or delhi tiggi is sorely missed for his antics. And there is no one left who goes on high and whom we (read daddu and me) have to take care of. Of course the fairer ones should not be envious of the above statements. I havent watched any movies latley, but every friday i go back in my memory lane of going to a movie which no-one needed to plan for.
I often ponder on flipside of having a very close knit friend circle like we had, and I realise that alongwith innumerable plus points the drawback is that u are not at all accustomed of living alone once the circle is turned into scattered points. You are so used to of being thick of the things that once you part, there is this nagging fear of being socially idle. It also renders you ineffectual to reconstruct a new group of people jus like before. There is this constant comparision going on in the back of your mind, which of course the new people cant match.
Okay friends back to Coding :(...
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AndY