Recently one of my flatmate/batchmate "Atish" forwarded a mail to the new joinees of my company. Although the mail was suppose to be humorous but if one looks back and think over it the saddest truth of my life shouts straight into my ear . The mail goes like this .....
Profile of a Software Engineer(Orkut)...Do read. You have to read the part highlighted in the end ?.its our story:
About me : I think I am changing the world, but I am not. I think I am contributing to the Indian economy, but I guess I am not. I think I love my work, but I do not. I think I hate all people who made me earn my engineering degree, and I do. I think I am living, but and most importantly, I am LOOKING for someone!! Ok...I won't be funny anymore. I am a cool guy with a zeal to enjoy life (If you know me--> "Just stop
laughing!!")
Relationship status : what?
Birthday : The day my PL is about to fire me
Age : 10111
Here for: web browsing in company hours
Children : can't be (hey, don't get me wrong here!!)
Ethnicity : Programmer
Languages I speak : Java, C/C++, 010101110101
Religion: I get holidays on all religious festivals, so I love all religions.
Political view : the guy sitting beside me is a pig!!
Humor : weekly
Fashion: Ask my company HR. Btw, I like jeans, t-shirt and a cross-bag.
Smoking: The second greatest pleasure on the earth
Drinking: The first is this.
Pets: Yeah, my PL looks like a dog.
Living: Cummon, this is a stupid one. How can this be asked to a software engineer? Believe me, I am living!!
Hometown : My company (Oh God! Please bring my appraiser to this page)
Webpage: http://naukri.com , http://jobsahead.com
Passions: searching for the cheapest pub around, cursing my company, looking for other company, remembering my good old college days, worrying about my future
Sports: quake, CS (Counter Strike), computer chess
Activities: Are you crazy?
Books: "How to lose weight in 20 days?", "How to live a happy life?", "101 ways to attract a girl", "Java Unleashed", "C++ at your footsteps", Others censored
Music: Metallica, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, ACDC, and anything depressing
Tv shows : can't afford one
Cuisines : Bread Butter, Maggi, anything available within 200 metres of home
Yeah the truth , a joke ...but they say truth is always bitter. And I am living a life which has no meaning so in a sense I have simply lost in my so called life. Can I ever be happy and enjoy what I am doing is the question which pops up every time to irritate me cause it knows I will never be able to find an answer to that.
Friday, December 15, 2006
Great Chutiyapa Day
15 August,2006: The day when India celebrated independence I had one of the greatest chutiyapa day of freedom. Don't get me wrong , I am one among millions to whom this independence came as an inheritance and its hard for me to imagine times under foreign rule. Still I may dare to promise to my motherland that whatever limited talent has been bestowed upon me I'll try to live an honest living and will do something or contribute in making the world a better place o live in.
Anyways the day started in Sethiya's home(one of my frenz.. from IIT). Previous evening was a day of work as we had balloons and papers with which we made his home themed on I-Day. Going forward we woke around 8 and got ready by 9 but the hard work of previous day took a toll on us and we went back into hibernation for 4 more hrs so finally we got ready by 12 pm . Then we started with the photo session and finally instead of unfurling a flag we celebrated I-Day with a cake and national anthem. Thereafter came the lunch in Chung-Wah Jayanagar. But the food gave us the lesson to never go back . Anyways we had an encounter with "hijras" which was handled by sethiya's bro cause he was with a girl :d. One positive of not haven a GF :d. That was it with sethiya and I went back to my home.
My home sweet home for the first time looked lively with 7 people in there including myself. Atish ,Naman my flat mates were there , Pangti has started living with us till he take possession of his own house , Siddartha(popularly Dalla ) came for the vodka, and we had visitors like Pushyant and Suhas . We all belong to the same IIT. We had another session of sleep till 5-6 pm and then went the 3 musketeers (Atish ,Dalla n myself) in hunt for a TV stand. A shop we entered had stands wich was worth more than our tv. In another shop Atish read the price tab of a beautiful dining table as 6000 later he realized that he had missed one of the zeros.
So we went back to our sweet shelter and there was great Smirnoff . Lovely vodka indeed. And we all had a a drink or two or more( i.e. Pushyant, Dalla n myself). Now we were totally able to appreciate the beauty of Marilyn Monroe in our dim lighted house .
We then strolled towards the juice shop where supposedly Suhas n Pangti two non-drinkers were suppose to have something. Instead became a place for dinner/ appetizer for all of us. Now came the craving for a sweet and what better place that Corner House. Then we took our drunk Dandi march (no offense to Gandhi , I am one of his greatest fan) towards corner house where we had our death by chocolate and so on....
Now was the time to return and thus started the non stop chutiyapa show after we returned to our house. 5 beds and 7 people we had and we all were in our drawing room and their were stories of chutiyapa flying around at random. If their was Pushyant with his great drunk stories of craziness , so was there Naman with great stories of our IIT 1st year life , stories of saini,chauhan,sukha,mantri,majji,funki,akka,shaila,chaubey,bhatinda,dingra,kauwa. Al came one after another and it story turned out to be so hilarious that our stomach started aching. Or probably one can call it "The Vodka Effect"." The Vodka Effect" was at its prime when all of us decided that we will sleep on terrace. And anyone who has been in bangalore can call us crazy for doing that without anything warm to cover ourselves with. But once an idea is proposed all is done and achievable in a crazy chutiyapa atmosphere. And there we were under the skies. Since Pangti backed out we were six and 5 bed. It was so cold that all six of us could have easily got inside 2 beds. Then we carried on with our chutiyapa session...with our creative thought trying to find out why mosquitoes do bhinn bhinn in our ears or why the bats have to fly at night ,,,or why the clouds are moving...or the fear of pushyant that a coconut will fall on him....
Slowly and steadily we dozed of sticking together in the cold...
And their came the end of the Great Chutiyapa Session
Anyways the day started in Sethiya's home(one of my frenz.. from IIT). Previous evening was a day of work as we had balloons and papers with which we made his home themed on I-Day. Going forward we woke around 8 and got ready by 9 but the hard work of previous day took a toll on us and we went back into hibernation for 4 more hrs so finally we got ready by 12 pm . Then we started with the photo session and finally instead of unfurling a flag we celebrated I-Day with a cake and national anthem. Thereafter came the lunch in Chung-Wah Jayanagar. But the food gave us the lesson to never go back . Anyways we had an encounter with "hijras" which was handled by sethiya's bro cause he was with a girl :d. One positive of not haven a GF :d. That was it with sethiya and I went back to my home.
My home sweet home for the first time looked lively with 7 people in there including myself. Atish ,Naman my flat mates were there , Pangti has started living with us till he take possession of his own house , Siddartha(popularly Dalla ) came for the vodka, and we had visitors like Pushyant and Suhas . We all belong to the same IIT. We had another session of sleep till 5-6 pm and then went the 3 musketeers (Atish ,Dalla n myself) in hunt for a TV stand. A shop we entered had stands wich was worth more than our tv. In another shop Atish read the price tab of a beautiful dining table as 6000 later he realized that he had missed one of the zeros.
So we went back to our sweet shelter and there was great Smirnoff . Lovely vodka indeed. And we all had a a drink or two or more( i.e. Pushyant, Dalla n myself). Now we were totally able to appreciate the beauty of Marilyn Monroe in our dim lighted house .
We then strolled towards the juice shop where supposedly Suhas n Pangti two non-drinkers were suppose to have something. Instead became a place for dinner/ appetizer for all of us. Now came the craving for a sweet and what better place that Corner House. Then we took our drunk Dandi march (no offense to Gandhi , I am one of his greatest fan) towards corner house where we had our death by chocolate and so on....
Now was the time to return and thus started the non stop chutiyapa show after we returned to our house. 5 beds and 7 people we had and we all were in our drawing room and their were stories of chutiyapa flying around at random. If their was Pushyant with his great drunk stories of craziness , so was there Naman with great stories of our IIT 1st year life , stories of saini,chauhan,sukha,mantri,majji,funki,akka,shaila,chaubey,bhatinda,dingra,kauwa. Al came one after another and it story turned out to be so hilarious that our stomach started aching. Or probably one can call it "The Vodka Effect"." The Vodka Effect" was at its prime when all of us decided that we will sleep on terrace. And anyone who has been in bangalore can call us crazy for doing that without anything warm to cover ourselves with. But once an idea is proposed all is done and achievable in a crazy chutiyapa atmosphere. And there we were under the skies. Since Pangti backed out we were six and 5 bed. It was so cold that all six of us could have easily got inside 2 beds. Then we carried on with our chutiyapa session...with our creative thought trying to find out why mosquitoes do bhinn bhinn in our ears or why the bats have to fly at night ,,,or why the clouds are moving...or the fear of pushyant that a coconut will fall on him....
Slowly and steadily we dozed of sticking together in the cold...
And their came the end of the Great Chutiyapa Session
Mastery In Nothingness
Could have carried on with the more and more self revealing titles...But the fact a title should only summarize instead of revealing the whole story...So I thought I am bound by this rule...As the title suggest "Bangalore Oh Dear Bangalore" has polished and refined my capability of doing nothing. A weekend passed by and I did nothing..So what do I do is the question I ask myself...And the only positive answer which come along "Read Novels". I have read plenty of novels actually 7 (I only remember 5 of them)..Lance Armstrongs autobiography,Taslima Nasreen's Lajja, How Opel Mehta got got kissed and had a life, Ken Follet's Whiteout, Robin Sharma's The Monk who sold hi Ferrari, Life of Pi. Apart from the books and wasting my time in front of tv or net. Their is nothing much I do. If its weekday I wait for the weekend and if it is weekend the wait for the weekday is on..This vicious loop has gripped me with it tentacles with all its might and I have no means to get out of it. So the question what should be done...What should I do....Oh why am I so shy...Its hard to make new friends and harder to do something meaningful with my life....In between I sometimes dare to venture out alone . The probability of this happening is very rare...Cause no matter where you want to go ....Surfing all alone is more boring than being alone and doing nothing in my house..Oh I just wish I could do something..
ABYSS
Still alive in Bangalore. Not an over exaggerated concept but with each passing day I am realizing that this is slowly becoming the weird fact of my life. With only a few friends ,bangalore traffic and a lot and lots of idle time has not been able to help make the situation better. Having used to the concept of enjoying each and every moment in IIT, the graveyard like silence of bangalore is deafining. I live in a great locality having great houses but where the hell are the people. The only voices are ours (me n 3 of my frens living together in a 3bhk) echoing day in and day out. Oh and the time is like the biggest enemy of mine. The only hope was to have my work stand out as a shining armor but unfortunately my great expectation from this IT industry turned out to be too disappointing. The only hope I have is that I am an exception.
One thought which keeps on recurring is that Bangalore and its people are same as those of the city described by Camu in "The Plague". Depressing but each day I hope I am wrong. The formidable opponent to these thoughts were the positives created by Robin Sharma's The Monk who sold His Ferrari. But the aperture is getting smaller day by day..
Astalavista
Rohan
A soul on an island but not a drop of water to drink
One thought which keeps on recurring is that Bangalore and its people are same as those of the city described by Camu in "The Plague". Depressing but each day I hope I am wrong. The formidable opponent to these thoughts were the positives created by Robin Sharma's The Monk who sold His Ferrari. But the aperture is getting smaller day by day..
Astalavista
Rohan
A soul on an island but not a drop of water to drink
My First
I have a long startup time but as they say better late than never...Of Course after completing my full quota of stay in IIT Delhi of 5 years. The tired bones required something refreshing. And thus I came to Bangalore to join "QWEST" . Well you guessed it right , it is a software firm. Hoping that a new city would rejuvinate the long dead desire to compete and be on the top. But the rigors of establishing oneself in a new city was more harassing that I ever imagined. Took a whole month to get a place to stay. Wish I could say to the LandLords that Hey I know I am a bachelor but still just want a roof under my head. So give me the house and get off my nerves. Wished I could have been no more dependent on others to provide me with the so called "10 months deposit" . Wished someone can someday do something about this crazy notion.
Nevertheless I am battling on with the series of unfortunate incidents which gets interrupted time to time with a great 2-3 hrs of booze in styx. I now happen to understand why I need the loud metal noise and the booze. It is simply to purify myself from this crazy city which keeps on proving that my talents (if any) is of no use...
See you later wih the next episode...
Nevertheless I am battling on with the series of unfortunate incidents which gets interrupted time to time with a great 2-3 hrs of booze in styx. I now happen to understand why I need the loud metal noise and the booze. It is simply to purify myself from this crazy city which keeps on proving that my talents (if any) is of no use...
See you later wih the next episode...
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