I never really believed in black magic. I never believed in hexes not in jinxes. That was RGM about a year ago. Today after 2 months of ePO integration ( the project i am currently working on), i have come to believe that there really may be something to what they call the paranormal... Either that or Rohit G. Mathews has finally flipped
FLASHBACK::::::::::::::::::
It all started 2 months ago. As part of my daily ritual, i was just roaming around the office finding who else is as jobless as me, sometimes accidently roaming into the HR section to keep a watchout for potentially interesting new recruits. (If you are a male wondering what might be so interesting in the HR section, you are definitely not above 13 years of age and shouldnt be reading this blog)
Up in the distance i notice that i had encroached upon doing so my managers line of sight. Having faced identical situations b4, i never made such roam abouts without being fully armed. Instanteously, as if by reflex, I pull out the pen from my holster and mini notepad from the dangling quiver. A set of questions i had prepared overnight serve as the neccessary ammunition. i direct my sights to the nearest compadre (read as team-mate) and stun him with a barrage of questions, questions that would have flabbergasted Herbert Schildt himself and in a style that would have made Navjot Singh Sidhu proud.
Its too late. The predator( read as 'my reporting manager') moves stealthily towards the unsuspecting prey (read as 'poor innocent me'). The prey fears for the worst. His mind rapidly starts preparing answers to the questions that would be shot at him with only seconds to do so ("what happend to the task i gav u two weeks ago":"y r u never at ur desk when i come der":"bla -bla bla-bla bla"). He closes his eyes and looks to inspiration from his mentor for such tasks. It would be exactly like it was in the movie 'The Matrix'. If he were quick enuf he could get away with as little as just a tiny scratch from a bullet. IF HE VER LUCKY.
But, what is this? The predator is shelling out a smile at our prey. Is it the calm b4 the storm? (Only later wud our hero realise that it was indeed the Manager's trump card that he had taken out)
"Rohit", he says. "Are you free? I want to discuss something with you".
Long story short, he convinces our hero to take up ePO integration. He didnt have a choice folks. He was lured in with crafty words like, " You will the contact point for two of McAfee's biggest teams" : "Huge visibility" : "Latest technologies" : "Opportunity knockin". OOOOOOHhhh!!! How unsuspecting and gullible mite our hero have been to fall into this trap.
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Flashback over.... wake up folks... :)
Anyways its two months since that day now. To give you a small peak into how things are here right now i am gonna take a small clipping from a mail that i had written to a friend a few days ago.
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THE SCENE IS A MEETING: Held last Tuesday
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...Things here have just stepped into a higher gear... Srini(new manager for this task) has just conveyed the importance of the deadline on April 7th.... His exact words were, "I dont want Rohit disturbed at all. Team, dont overload him with work. He already has a lot of work, much more than anyone else in the team. The reputation of MIC is at stake here. (at this point, my heart and stomach start mimickin the noises you mite have heard in Terminator 3: they were still using that silly ploy). Rohit, if you dont want, you dont have to attend the Thursday All Hands meeting at TAJ. You can stay here and work :D... I sheepishly said, "Thank you sir..." for saving me from all that delicious free food - i wished i had added
Ah well... lets c this shud be fun... I dont c the deadline happenin anyway... Yesterday was the second time in the last week that Muthu(my mentor for the task) spent 3 continous hours at my desk before conceding, "Ok Rohit... you are dead... I dont know what to do... Let GOD save you"... You have to appreciate the genuine concern he has... especially considerin that he is an Athiest...
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At this point of my typing the mail, my teammate pops by my desk and says. "aio... look at the very busy person sittin der and typin an essay.... Is it the documentation for ePO 4.0?" Sarcasm as i know it, had never been one of the weak points of mallu's. He was no exception.
Oops there is my manager now. "Ver is that pen and notepad...??? Aaah... pray for me....On second thot, pray for some other poor soul. Things really cant get worse from here can they ;)
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Friday, March 23, 2007
Everybody has one...
There is a famous saying, "Opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one". Its World Cup season, and the above quotation holds more significance now than it did hold for the last 3 years or for the next three years to come. Its not surprising is it when you are talking about a country of one billion devotees, who worship cricket.
The fact that this is the only team to have seen a REAL LIVE version of the WORLD CUP doesnt exactly help the cause does it. I mean, its probably been a while since the Indian hockey team had a glimpse of the same. Sania Mirza doesnt look to be getting enuf time away from Mohanlal and Malabar Gold Jewellery to play enuf tennis.
Vishwanathan Anand, our only other ray of hope was last seen kidnapped on the premises of NIIT on live TV. Seems a bunch of black coated men think that any Tom, Dick or Harry who walks out of NIIT is good enuf to join the IT race.
He he... wat am I talking abt??? I kno very well, how I got in here... If they were ever looking for software-caliber I would definitely not be in the IT industry folks. I hear, last year, CTS robbed anyone who could spell the word engineer (almost correctly in either English or Tamil) from the Anna University premises. Several children have been reported missing. In one case an 8 year old girl who went to drop a tiffin box to her brother was swept off her feet (the janitor did it) and taken into McAfee Inc. She(then labelled Asst SFTWR Dev Engineer) was sitting in the cubicle next to me , till one fine day I saw her photo in the newspaper:missing (those of who know me wud easily have guessed that it was in Bangalore Times rite next to the Calvin and Hobbes cartoon strip).
I being the good samaritan that I am, immediately reported it to the relevant authorities. U shud hav seen the delite on the face of her parents. I cant really say the same about her though. For reasons beyond me, she actually seemed to be enjoying sittin around in the company, jus browsin around the net and orkut, and getting paid a lot of money. Its almost as if she did not like going to school and doing homework. Strange kid i tell you.
Speaking of kids, i ll wrap up the suspense of our main issue of concern (ya, the one in the last blog that said : "Gee I hope i remember to meet my Vini at FORUM "(b'lore shopping mall)). After several alarms set on my computer, mobile and watch(courtesy cubicle mate) interrupting my busy schedule of hard working (read as perfect blend of orkutting, meebo and pretending to work(considering the upcoming upraisal)) i realised that the ribbon i had tied on my hand was to remind of this very meeting.
Now dis doesnt mean that i was not looking forward to this get together. Far from it, Vini dearest is among my list Top Ten humans i respect the most in this world. A really brave and extremely charming gal. She's had to go thru a lot in life. A lot more than any other i know. And she has kept a brave face thru it all. Seems like nothin can break this little gal. If you meet her, you would definitely say, "This cant be the Vini Rohit is talking about. She is far to cheerful and kiddish for that". Well, that's Vini for you folks. Wat can i say? Some people are born tough. But you dont find many tough ones in such a pretty packaging.
Between... good guess. This girl was my first crush after I came(back) to India. And yes, like all my other previous crushes, she too calls me Bhaiyya. Its like the equivalent of "exit(0)" in computer programming. There is no cleaner escape sequence. Only thing it terminates the parent program (In this case "me") almost instantaneously. Once this set of events has been repeated with one gal, we[most mallu good lookin males ;-) ] pick our selves up and look for the next gal.
(for gal="hotnsmart"; gal > "18 years of age"; gal++)
{
checkoutgal();
meetgal();
if(girl.bhaiyya.muscles > "18 inch biceps")
{
continue; // skip this iteration of the loop
}
elseif(girl.papa == "fond of obscenities" && "walks around with rifle")
{
continue;
}
elseif(girl.callsyou("bhaiyya"))
{
while(brokenhearted)
sleep();
definitelycontinue;
}
if(gal.wantstomarryU)
{
moanAlot();
claimPretentiousResponsibilityToFamily(L"Immediately");
}
elseif(gal.happyAsGalFrnd())
{
keepInMind("There are many good gals out there");
girl.Search("where current grl frnd cant find");
continue;
}
}
}
Chalo... That's enuf for tonite... Gotta watch the India-Sri Lanka match (do you think it is fixed??... Let me know)... Oh and Vini, incase you still dont know, my mobile has been confirmed lost. I cancelled the SIM about 15 minutes after that. Luckily there was a HUTCH shop nearby :)
The fact that this is the only team to have seen a REAL LIVE version of the WORLD CUP doesnt exactly help the cause does it. I mean, its probably been a while since the Indian hockey team had a glimpse of the same. Sania Mirza doesnt look to be getting enuf time away from Mohanlal and Malabar Gold Jewellery to play enuf tennis.
Vishwanathan Anand, our only other ray of hope was last seen kidnapped on the premises of NIIT on live TV. Seems a bunch of black coated men think that any Tom, Dick or Harry who walks out of NIIT is good enuf to join the IT race.
He he... wat am I talking abt??? I kno very well, how I got in here... If they were ever looking for software-caliber I would definitely not be in the IT industry folks. I hear, last year, CTS robbed anyone who could spell the word engineer (almost correctly in either English or Tamil) from the Anna University premises. Several children have been reported missing. In one case an 8 year old girl who went to drop a tiffin box to her brother was swept off her feet (the janitor did it) and taken into McAfee Inc. She(then labelled Asst SFTWR Dev Engineer) was sitting in the cubicle next to me , till one fine day I saw her photo in the newspaper:missing (those of who know me wud easily have guessed that it was in Bangalore Times rite next to the Calvin and Hobbes cartoon strip).
I being the good samaritan that I am, immediately reported it to the relevant authorities. U shud hav seen the delite on the face of her parents. I cant really say the same about her though. For reasons beyond me, she actually seemed to be enjoying sittin around in the company, jus browsin around the net and orkut, and getting paid a lot of money. Its almost as if she did not like going to school and doing homework. Strange kid i tell you.
Speaking of kids, i ll wrap up the suspense of our main issue of concern (ya, the one in the last blog that said : "Gee I hope i remember to meet my Vini at FORUM "(b'lore shopping mall)). After several alarms set on my computer, mobile and watch(courtesy cubicle mate) interrupting my busy schedule of hard working (read as perfect blend of orkutting, meebo and pretending to work(considering the upcoming upraisal)) i realised that the ribbon i had tied on my hand was to remind of this very meeting.
Now dis doesnt mean that i was not looking forward to this get together. Far from it, Vini dearest is among my list Top Ten humans i respect the most in this world. A really brave and extremely charming gal. She's had to go thru a lot in life. A lot more than any other i know. And she has kept a brave face thru it all. Seems like nothin can break this little gal. If you meet her, you would definitely say, "This cant be the Vini Rohit is talking about. She is far to cheerful and kiddish for that". Well, that's Vini for you folks. Wat can i say? Some people are born tough. But you dont find many tough ones in such a pretty packaging.
Between... good guess. This girl was my first crush after I came(back) to India. And yes, like all my other previous crushes, she too calls me Bhaiyya. Its like the equivalent of "exit(0)" in computer programming. There is no cleaner escape sequence. Only thing it terminates the parent program (In this case "me") almost instantaneously. Once this set of events has been repeated with one gal, we[most mallu good lookin males ;-) ] pick our selves up and look for the next gal.
(for gal="hotnsmart"; gal > "18 years of age"; gal++)
{
checkoutgal();
meetgal();
if(girl.bhaiyya.muscles > "18 inch biceps")
{
continue; // skip this iteration of the loop
}
elseif(girl.papa == "fond of obscenities" && "walks around with rifle")
{
continue;
}
elseif(girl.callsyou("bhaiyya"))
{
while(brokenhearted)
sleep();
definitelycontinue;
}
if(gal.wantstomarryU)
{
moanAlot();
claimPretentiousResponsibilityToFamily(L"Immediately");
}
elseif(gal.happyAsGalFrnd())
{
keepInMind("There are many good gals out there");
girl.Search("where current grl frnd cant find");
continue;
}
}
}
Chalo... That's enuf for tonite... Gotta watch the India-Sri Lanka match (do you think it is fixed??... Let me know)... Oh and Vini, incase you still dont know, my mobile has been confirmed lost. I cancelled the SIM about 15 minutes after that. Luckily there was a HUTCH shop nearby :)
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Jus ven u think dat u have HEARD IT ALL...!!!
"You, know I am not sure, but I think dat it maybe because I have seen your handwriting(yesterday) that I feel more comfortable speaking to you." I had known this gal for what 4 months now. We used to have coffee every other day where we spent time cribbing about team mates and tech leads alike. Ordinarily, this is the last statement you would expect in such a scenario. But such out of the blue comments are not out of common place once you are acquainted to someone like Nisha Unni :)
No siree... nothin is out of common place with this gal... You would have almost instantaneous variations from this extremely mature bhuji (read wunderkid) to this little kiddish gal who shud ideally be sitting in kindergarden...."Enikku pathu biscuit venam... ippol venam... ippol thanne venam"... Ha ha.... married is one word you would definitely never associate her with in these instances.
Today, incidently is her last day in India (atleast for a long time).... "E Lufthansa plane enganne ondu... Nalla plane aanengile njaan pokullu... Rohit aarodengilum choodikkumo e plane enganne undennu"... Che... no more of all the silliness... no more of all the cribbin... no more flashes of lightning smiles (dat cud zap all ur worries in an instant, as if they were non-existent) its gonna be a dull couple of years in McAfee (or watevr period it is dat I am going to remain in this company)
He he... its not really been very different over the previous 22 years of my life either... Meet new friends... become close friends.... change city town all over again... meet new friends... become good friends... wat is surprisin though is that in all these years I have never grown tired of this routine... Maybe its coz every time I have such a thought, GOD sends me a whole new lot of 'GEM of a friend' like I had in Nish.... which reminds me... Vini is town for a couple of days... Have to figure some excuse and run out of office early tomorrow... Have to meet her somewhere around afternoon. (one of u please remind me round about)
I know its short notice considerin that it is already 1:52 am... That leaves you with less than 15 hours to find this blog... stay awake for the whole period that you attempt to read this... Make three continous trips to the bathroom( to wash your face) and then find your mobile and set an alarm ... wow ... you have your work cut out for you...
What am I doing awake so late into the night you ask??? Well, I am with a couple of office mates... celebrating i think.... the host is happy that he has finally gotten hands on Moto Ming(A- 1200) ... less about the fact that it is touch screen and more about the fact that it is Open Source ( so that he can code applications for the same)... wow... some people live in a totally different realm of life dont they... I have really met a different breed of people after coming here (b'lore) i mean... The other day i met this chap in Wipro VLSI... You did think that he was having an orgasm talking about the latest Intel sheets... 'Did you see the slope on the V-I curve it seems?' Ha ha... wonder if anything will ever surprise me now.
Time will tell.... In the meanwhile, I have got bigger and more important questions that need answering now... Like... Will I even manage to complete two out of the three tasks for which my latest deadline has been set... Will I even see the hint of a raise this year ( much less a promotion)... And even more importantly will I make it to office tomorrow in time... :) after the hefty dinner (nothin short of 6 chicken legs, two lime juices, one bottle of fanta one plate of chicken fried rice, loads of peanuts, more hyderabradi chicken and even fried fish... Indi Joe buffets were never this good)... mayb i shud buy this dude a mobile once every week.. ;)
No siree... nothin is out of common place with this gal... You would have almost instantaneous variations from this extremely mature bhuji (read wunderkid) to this little kiddish gal who shud ideally be sitting in kindergarden...."Enikku pathu biscuit venam... ippol venam... ippol thanne venam"... Ha ha.... married is one word you would definitely never associate her with in these instances.
Today, incidently is her last day in India (atleast for a long time).... "E Lufthansa plane enganne ondu... Nalla plane aanengile njaan pokullu... Rohit aarodengilum choodikkumo e plane enganne undennu"... Che... no more of all the silliness... no more of all the cribbin... no more flashes of lightning smiles (dat cud zap all ur worries in an instant, as if they were non-existent) its gonna be a dull couple of years in McAfee (or watevr period it is dat I am going to remain in this company)
He he... its not really been very different over the previous 22 years of my life either... Meet new friends... become close friends.... change city town all over again... meet new friends... become good friends... wat is surprisin though is that in all these years I have never grown tired of this routine... Maybe its coz every time I have such a thought, GOD sends me a whole new lot of 'GEM of a friend' like I had in Nish.... which reminds me... Vini is town for a couple of days... Have to figure some excuse and run out of office early tomorrow... Have to meet her somewhere around afternoon. (one of u please remind me round about)
I know its short notice considerin that it is already 1:52 am... That leaves you with less than 15 hours to find this blog... stay awake for the whole period that you attempt to read this... Make three continous trips to the bathroom( to wash your face) and then find your mobile and set an alarm ... wow ... you have your work cut out for you...
What am I doing awake so late into the night you ask??? Well, I am with a couple of office mates... celebrating i think.... the host is happy that he has finally gotten hands on Moto Ming(A- 1200) ... less about the fact that it is touch screen and more about the fact that it is Open Source ( so that he can code applications for the same)... wow... some people live in a totally different realm of life dont they... I have really met a different breed of people after coming here (b'lore) i mean... The other day i met this chap in Wipro VLSI... You did think that he was having an orgasm talking about the latest Intel sheets... 'Did you see the slope on the V-I curve it seems?' Ha ha... wonder if anything will ever surprise me now.
Time will tell.... In the meanwhile, I have got bigger and more important questions that need answering now... Like... Will I even manage to complete two out of the three tasks for which my latest deadline has been set... Will I even see the hint of a raise this year ( much less a promotion)... And even more importantly will I make it to office tomorrow in time... :) after the hefty dinner (nothin short of 6 chicken legs, two lime juices, one bottle of fanta one plate of chicken fried rice, loads of peanuts, more hyderabradi chicken and even fried fish... Indi Joe buffets were never this good)... mayb i shud buy this dude a mobile once every week.. ;)
Monday, March 12, 2007
I am bored!!!!
Oh MY GOD !!!! (No, The Friends Cast hasnt trademarked this)
What a boring day... what a boring day... actually, more like a useless day... My butt has nevr served more purpose to me than today... I cud actually drop an egg onto my chair n expect it to hatch, considering the amount of time i have spent on this chair... Wow... Uselessness has reached new limits... I hav successfully ventured beyond what no McAlorean has done or will do for sometime to come.
Its not that I am a lazy bum who is working hard (excuse the irony) to avoid hard work... No no no... Infact, last Friday i was here upto two in the mornin (workin -ok Soumya... I kno wat ur perverted mind is thinkin) and if that wasnt enuf, I came here again on Saturday ( fer those non-believers (and also fer those who know me only too well) - i hav eye witnesses u kno... ) ... Nothin much was actually achieved in the duration (that is if you count the lines of code)... wat i did manage to understand was that the work i had done fer the past couple of weeks, was well, pointless to say the least... ( i m trying not to use the word useless in an attempt to boost self morale... :))
So... like they say in the movies (and for quite a while in Microsoft Developer labs)... its back to the drawing board. El Scratcho all the past work and restart from ground zero... :)... he he... its kinda become routine re-iterating the same things in the meeting room
You see, in my previous team, i used to be worried once a week on what i was gonna report as STATUS update... Now, with this new team, which i luv so much (unsurpassed heights of sarcasm here folks), which holds meetings , everyday... I have to reiterate the word zero everyday... Actually, I am slowly mastering the art of making zero sound like 3987.56-3987.5593... Its close to zero i kno, but, i m sure 3987.56 sounds a lot better... Once i have successfully mastered this art, its outta here and try for an MBA (or bein a politician)
In other news, focal is closing in on me (for those souls who are not accustomed to McAfee lingology, focal refers to that point of the year, where the biggest bull-shitter gets the biggest hike in salary... )... Its not for the common man folks... u need to spend hours in front of that PC fillin up a form, written by a half retarded jobless MBA freak (frm whom else can u expect fields like -
Customer Focus (Eng)
Integrity/Ethics
Planning, Organizing and Schedule Estimation
Process Excellence (Eng)
Product & Technical Knowledge (Eng)
Results Focus (Eng)
Software Development
Teamwork, Flexibility and Adaptability (Eng)
Communication
Creativity/Innovation
as goals which each ENGINEER has to write an essay on in no less than 200 words each... Our best developers are rite now tearin the web apart trying to figure out how they cud map any of the work they have done to the fields above... Sounds easy... well... take a minute and pick any two topics out of that and just pen down in say150 words (ya ... i m in a good mood today) ... if u successfully achieve that, well, please mail me its contents... :)... I ll need it.
So... here I am trying to figure out what it is under the sun that I can pen down to make ALL THE WORK I have done (all the three lines of code) and make it sound like it has really turned the company around.... Well, bull shittin is not somethin dat i am new at... Thats how I got in here in the first place... I really do deserve to be a manager dont I (zero work mapped to infinite jargon of complex words, that if you really (and only if you really) analyse will you realise is no different frm our earlier analogy of 3987.56-3987.5593..
wow.... now dats wat u call an analogy
What a boring day... what a boring day... actually, more like a useless day... My butt has nevr served more purpose to me than today... I cud actually drop an egg onto my chair n expect it to hatch, considering the amount of time i have spent on this chair... Wow... Uselessness has reached new limits... I hav successfully ventured beyond what no McAlorean has done or will do for sometime to come.
Its not that I am a lazy bum who is working hard (excuse the irony) to avoid hard work... No no no... Infact, last Friday i was here upto two in the mornin (workin -ok Soumya... I kno wat ur perverted mind is thinkin) and if that wasnt enuf, I came here again on Saturday ( fer those non-believers (and also fer those who know me only too well) - i hav eye witnesses u kno... ) ... Nothin much was actually achieved in the duration (that is if you count the lines of code)... wat i did manage to understand was that the work i had done fer the past couple of weeks, was well, pointless to say the least... ( i m trying not to use the word useless in an attempt to boost self morale... :))
So... like they say in the movies (and for quite a while in Microsoft Developer labs)... its back to the drawing board. El Scratcho all the past work and restart from ground zero... :)... he he... its kinda become routine re-iterating the same things in the meeting room
You see, in my previous team, i used to be worried once a week on what i was gonna report as STATUS update... Now, with this new team, which i luv so much (unsurpassed heights of sarcasm here folks), which holds meetings , everyday... I have to reiterate the word zero everyday... Actually, I am slowly mastering the art of making zero sound like 3987.56-3987.5593... Its close to zero i kno, but, i m sure 3987.56 sounds a lot better... Once i have successfully mastered this art, its outta here and try for an MBA (or bein a politician)
In other news, focal is closing in on me (for those souls who are not accustomed to McAfee lingology, focal refers to that point of the year, where the biggest bull-shitter gets the biggest hike in salary... )... Its not for the common man folks... u need to spend hours in front of that PC fillin up a form, written by a half retarded jobless MBA freak (frm whom else can u expect fields like -
Customer Focus (Eng)
Integrity/Ethics
Planning, Organizing and Schedule Estimation
Process Excellence (Eng)
Product & Technical Knowledge (Eng)
Results Focus (Eng)
Software Development
Teamwork, Flexibility and Adaptability (Eng)
Communication
Creativity/Innovation
as goals which each ENGINEER has to write an essay on in no less than 200 words each... Our best developers are rite now tearin the web apart trying to figure out how they cud map any of the work they have done to the fields above... Sounds easy... well... take a minute and pick any two topics out of that and just pen down in say150 words (ya ... i m in a good mood today) ... if u successfully achieve that, well, please mail me its contents... :)... I ll need it.
So... here I am trying to figure out what it is under the sun that I can pen down to make ALL THE WORK I have done (all the three lines of code) and make it sound like it has really turned the company around.... Well, bull shittin is not somethin dat i am new at... Thats how I got in here in the first place... I really do deserve to be a manager dont I (zero work mapped to infinite jargon of complex words, that if you really (and only if you really) analyse will you realise is no different frm our earlier analogy of 3987.56-3987.5593..
wow.... now dats wat u call an analogy
Friday, March 2, 2007
A day of sorts...
Ahhh!!!!
I dont know why, but, it feels really good when you can help out someone doesnt it? Dont know the programming logic the guy up there has used, but, it is one highly efficient algorithm isnt it? When you think about 'conscience', really makes you believe that there is someone up there and he has done a hell of a job in implementing that algorithm... Care to dis-agree.... ??
Actually, to tell you the truth, I didnt basically solve any problem... i just listened to some friend, who had to pour out a lot of bottled up things... You see, lately i have come to realise dat when someone bitches to you about some crap happenin in their lives, they dont basically expect you to come up with a solution... Its more the comfort that one gets in sharing the problem, venting out all those frustrations... Infact, if you really take a close look at yourself, you will realize dat when you are bitchin about someone, all you want the reciever to do is to either:
a) Continue bitchin about this same person (always preferred) - hopefully with some new found abuses dat have only recently been added to the Webster's dictionary.
.........................................................or
b) just stay quiet thru the whole episode, gently chantin words of empathatization like 'I Understand' every once in a while such dat you dont get interrupted.
The latter one mite come in handy for guys who have really whining gals for girlfriends... (Dont know lately it seems, that what gals look for in a "soulmate" is someone who they can bitch to about 24 x 7 about all the crap dats goin on in their lives... Atleast most 'young' relationships are... There are others who are serious ofcourse, but, then again, dats a rarity... :) ya ya... go ahead.. take a head count...
Oh!!! In other news we started cooking... Actually, it started more than a week back... I have been wanting to write this post since then, but, u kno.. like i said.. the 'procrastinator' :) (refer ist post)
Well... to tell relate the sequence of events in short, We began on this epic mission with the customary 'paalu-kaachal' ... (just to give you an idea... )... And then, being the pichukanmaar (translated as misers) we are, put tea powder and sugar into it and had an almost appropriate tea (atleast it had nearly the same colour) To take things further, we decieded to get grand on Day 1 itself. item 2 was none other than Chicken curry and Chappathi's actually dats wat we had intended to make anyway...
But ... Innovation dear friends... innovation needs no specific place or time... as are most other innovations we too had a couple(read as 14) of accidents.... Embarking on this tough mission which started off as Chicken roast and Chappati's we stumbled upon new culinary delights... We successfully created the world's first Chappad and DFC (already patented folks, he he, we beat ya too it).
Item A: CHAPPADAM (wish i had a photo folks) The worlds first 100% cross between Chappati's and Pappadam's... Ten times the tensile strength of Iron and twenty times its rigidity while in no way rendering any clue to the unsuspecting divourer that this is anything other than our plain old Chappati's. World's first chappati's to additionally serve the purpose frisbees....
Item B:DFC (Also known as Deep Fried Chicken) What initially started out as a venture to make Roast Chicken (half way thru we decieded to change that again to chicken curry coz the water we added showed no signs of evaporating) has now attained new heights. Being the ever perservering bachelors we are(Rifco-(Bandrewz +RGC)), we decieded that since we had started out on Chicken roast, we wud make chicken roast even if it meant waitin till India wud register a World Cup win... (i wud hav said waitin till death, but, i wanted to exaggerate a little... ).. So we wait, and we wait and we wait... and we wait and wait... At this point of time, our living room looks like its been smoked by a gas grenade(or a bad day for Fato's stomach) ... So, we deciede that its enuf, the top part of the chicken looks brown enuf... We switch off the stove and attempt to empty the contents of the vessel onto a serving bowl (read as random piece of steel lying in the kitchen dat is almost hemi-spherical in shape) We were in for a surprise folks... no spoon, no tava, no fork, no hanger (items in the order they were used) could scrape out the chicken frm dat vessel... we had prepared multi coloured chicken.. half lite-brown/ half black (and u said we were racially discriminate). I guess the name is no longer somethin surprisin... :))
Chalo... i been at this long enuf... i shud head bk to some real work... (ya rite... )... Oh... and some really Heart breaking news has come my way today.. seems like Nishu will be resigning soon... my fav person in the company yaar... her single smile was enuf to drown all the crap in the office.. a gr8 frnd... She's gonna join hubbie dearest in the US... Nice chap he is I hear... I ll miss her... but, pray for a good friend's well being is all i can do frm now forth... It remains to be seen, whether this is one of those short friendship's dat dissolve away or somethin dat ll remain fer long time to come... cant say... though chances are higher for part 2.
All d best Nunni (dats wat i call her... Nisha Unni) take care and all the best for a great future and good life head.... This blog is dedicated to you.
Gnite folks... me too sleepy and i wanna leave early for home atleast once... :)
I dont know why, but, it feels really good when you can help out someone doesnt it? Dont know the programming logic the guy up there has used, but, it is one highly efficient algorithm isnt it? When you think about 'conscience', really makes you believe that there is someone up there and he has done a hell of a job in implementing that algorithm... Care to dis-agree.... ??
Actually, to tell you the truth, I didnt basically solve any problem... i just listened to some friend, who had to pour out a lot of bottled up things... You see, lately i have come to realise dat when someone bitches to you about some crap happenin in their lives, they dont basically expect you to come up with a solution... Its more the comfort that one gets in sharing the problem, venting out all those frustrations... Infact, if you really take a close look at yourself, you will realize dat when you are bitchin about someone, all you want the reciever to do is to either:
a) Continue bitchin about this same person (always preferred) - hopefully with some new found abuses dat have only recently been added to the Webster's dictionary.
.........................................................or
b) just stay quiet thru the whole episode, gently chantin words of empathatization like 'I Understand' every once in a while such dat you dont get interrupted.
The latter one mite come in handy for guys who have really whining gals for girlfriends... (Dont know lately it seems, that what gals look for in a "soulmate" is someone who they can bitch to about 24 x 7 about all the crap dats goin on in their lives... Atleast most 'young' relationships are... There are others who are serious ofcourse, but, then again, dats a rarity... :) ya ya... go ahead.. take a head count...
Oh!!! In other news we started cooking... Actually, it started more than a week back... I have been wanting to write this post since then, but, u kno.. like i said.. the 'procrastinator' :) (refer ist post)
Well... to tell relate the sequence of events in short, We began on this epic mission with the customary 'paalu-kaachal' ... (just to give you an idea... )... And then, being the pichukanmaar (translated as misers) we are, put tea powder and sugar into it and had an almost appropriate tea (atleast it had nearly the same colour) To take things further, we decieded to get grand on Day 1 itself. item 2 was none other than Chicken curry and Chappathi's actually dats wat we had intended to make anyway...
But ... Innovation dear friends... innovation needs no specific place or time... as are most other innovations we too had a couple(read as 14) of accidents.... Embarking on this tough mission which started off as Chicken roast and Chappati's we stumbled upon new culinary delights... We successfully created the world's first Chappad and DFC (already patented folks, he he, we beat ya too it).
Item A: CHAPPADAM (wish i had a photo folks) The worlds first 100% cross between Chappati's and Pappadam's... Ten times the tensile strength of Iron and twenty times its rigidity while in no way rendering any clue to the unsuspecting divourer that this is anything other than our plain old Chappati's. World's first chappati's to additionally serve the purpose frisbees....
Item B:DFC (Also known as Deep Fried Chicken) What initially started out as a venture to make Roast Chicken (half way thru we decieded to change that again to chicken curry coz the water we added showed no signs of evaporating) has now attained new heights. Being the ever perservering bachelors we are(Rifco-(Bandrewz +RGC)), we decieded that since we had started out on Chicken roast, we wud make chicken roast even if it meant waitin till India wud register a World Cup win... (i wud hav said waitin till death, but, i wanted to exaggerate a little... ).. So we wait, and we wait and we wait... and we wait and wait... At this point of time, our living room looks like its been smoked by a gas grenade(or a bad day for Fato's stomach) ... So, we deciede that its enuf, the top part of the chicken looks brown enuf... We switch off the stove and attempt to empty the contents of the vessel onto a serving bowl (read as random piece of steel lying in the kitchen dat is almost hemi-spherical in shape) We were in for a surprise folks... no spoon, no tava, no fork, no hanger (items in the order they were used) could scrape out the chicken frm dat vessel... we had prepared multi coloured chicken.. half lite-brown/ half black (and u said we were racially discriminate). I guess the name is no longer somethin surprisin... :))
Chalo... i been at this long enuf... i shud head bk to some real work... (ya rite... )... Oh... and some really Heart breaking news has come my way today.. seems like Nishu will be resigning soon... my fav person in the company yaar... her single smile was enuf to drown all the crap in the office.. a gr8 frnd... She's gonna join hubbie dearest in the US... Nice chap he is I hear... I ll miss her... but, pray for a good friend's well being is all i can do frm now forth... It remains to be seen, whether this is one of those short friendship's dat dissolve away or somethin dat ll remain fer long time to come... cant say... though chances are higher for part 2.
All d best Nunni (dats wat i call her... Nisha Unni) take care and all the best for a great future and good life head.... This blog is dedicated to you.
Gnite folks... me too sleepy and i wanna leave early for home atleast once... :)
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