Me: so what happened to your delivery???
****: delivery??? Please be clear….
Me: Delivery bhai!! …..after noticing the stare getting bigger project delivery, of course!!
****: should make that clear ;)
Me: who was that girl that you were chatting to???
Frustu phattu: Kaun?
Me: The one you had the breakfast with.
Frustu phattu: acchha woh!! I don’t know her name.
Me: How can that be?? You were having a nice chat with her.
Frustu phattu: arre haan yaad aaya, her name is ****. But suna hai that she has proposed someone else.
Me: what do you mean by “propose”???? Define it please.
Frustu phattu: (a very sick statement)
An Investment banker’s biography: what to do and what not to do in Hyderabad. This story will be disclosed in the coming pages after proper authorization.
Two new members join our coffee table brigade: G ji and SJ (yet to have an offical name). G ji doesn’t like our insensible talks and not even my khattas.
Expenses for the weekend:
Movie tickets: Rs. 600
Drinks: Rs. 120
Food: Rs. 200
Masti: Priceless
Movie: Worthless, mat poochna kaunsi, have a guess!!
Reading now a days: Crossings by Daniel Steel
Felt to be very boring in the start but has come up as an engrossing novel. It takes one along the journeys across the Atlantic in the most luxurious ship as well as on a ship about to be sunk by the German U-boats anytime.
Saw Notting Hill for the 20th time this weekend and found it even more romantic.
Rands giving the news that he/she has already given the resignation and then coming to me after a coupla days and telling me not to tell that to anyone. Strange!!
Ankit back from a trip to Italy, with a bottle of wine.
Monday, October 09, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Meeting pussy
Our very own brand ambassador of HAPPY DENT WHITE GUM was over here from amrica.
And for the meet came out rands, boobs (not in this pic), varwal, jhuppy, funky and myself (well kah lo yaar, G!!!).
Loads of news came out from each one of us. Boobs is now placed in Lehman and will soon move out to Bombay. Jhuppy is already preparing for the masters in football (oh and a bit of study of VLSI too) in Southampton, UK. Varwal’s CAT preparations are going strong. He is regularly attending classes and getting good scores too (Source: kuch gupt sutr). Funky is also trying hard to get a job change. He is even more frustrated after OM ji, who shifted along with him some time back, has also started dating and god knows what else. Besides funky’s own bro screwing some girls in the same house.
NOTE(may be of interest to some): OM ji go out to Sarai Kale Khan at peculiar times like 10 at night or 5 in the morning, and usually come back after a night stay at that place. He has also started body building. kalyug aa gaya hai doston.
Rands was on a date with a girl named “Anna” (funky’s old school friend and a part of friends list of many on orkut eg. takel). In the end of the date the baniya inside rands woke up (after spending a day’s salary) and said “agli baar paise tu degi!!”.
Finally its my turn, I am doing good at job. I am not giving CAT. I am not giving interviews for job change. I still have no girlfriends. But yes, I still do play football.
About pussy, he is almost the same but his voice is now really heavy. His oozing out teeth even whiter. In fact we didn’t even have to put the flash on for the pics taken. lol!
He showed us some great pics from amrica. Matwari is almost a rock star now. Big flowing hair, girls all around jumping with joy and asking for more of the guitar. (Just think of the AXE ad with the guy on guitar and girls shouting out loud at every move). Caution for matwari: In every pic we got the impression that torch was trying to get near his girlfriend.
But when the turn came for pussad to show the pics of his own girlfriend he immediately logged out. After much insistence (by us “frustu” junta) he logged in again. His head bowed down, his teeth returned back inside like a tortoise shying away inside its shell.
Leaving rest to the imagination..........
Ciao, Ankush.
And for the meet came out rands, boobs (not in this pic), varwal, jhuppy, funky and myself (well kah lo yaar, G!!!).
Loads of news came out from each one of us. Boobs is now placed in Lehman and will soon move out to Bombay. Jhuppy is already preparing for the masters in football (oh and a bit of study of VLSI too) in Southampton, UK. Varwal’s CAT preparations are going strong. He is regularly attending classes and getting good scores too (Source: kuch gupt sutr). Funky is also trying hard to get a job change. He is even more frustrated after OM ji, who shifted along with him some time back, has also started dating and god knows what else. Besides funky’s own bro screwing some girls in the same house.
NOTE(may be of interest to some): OM ji go out to Sarai Kale Khan at peculiar times like 10 at night or 5 in the morning, and usually come back after a night stay at that place. He has also started body building. kalyug aa gaya hai doston.
Rands was on a date with a girl named “Anna” (funky’s old school friend and a part of friends list of many on orkut eg. takel). In the end of the date the baniya inside rands woke up (after spending a day’s salary) and said “agli baar paise tu degi!!”.
Finally its my turn, I am doing good at job. I am not giving CAT. I am not giving interviews for job change. I still have no girlfriends. But yes, I still do play football.
About pussy, he is almost the same but his voice is now really heavy. His oozing out teeth even whiter. In fact we didn’t even have to put the flash on for the pics taken. lol!
He showed us some great pics from amrica. Matwari is almost a rock star now. Big flowing hair, girls all around jumping with joy and asking for more of the guitar. (Just think of the AXE ad with the guy on guitar and girls shouting out loud at every move). Caution for matwari: In every pic we got the impression that torch was trying to get near his girlfriend.
But when the turn came for pussad to show the pics of his own girlfriend he immediately logged out. After much insistence (by us “frustu” junta) he logged in again. His head bowed down, his teeth returned back inside like a tortoise shying away inside its shell.
Leaving rest to the imagination..........
Ciao, Ankush.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Cola bubble
The Brits came, ruled, looted and fled. The Americans are coming, looting, giving pyaar ki jhuppies (Americans read it as: diplomatic talks) and god only knows that they will never flee.
An instance from the past:
The Britishers made the Indian farmers to grow Poppy crops on their fields. The fields got ruined of their nutrients and the farmers were paid a pity amount. The Poppy was sold at very high prices to China and when China put up a resistance, a war was waged at the expense of Indian soldiers.
An instance from the present:
The cola companies set up their plants in India calling it foreign investments; manufacturing bottles full of pesticides and insecticides. And when India tries to put up some resistance in the form of bans in some states, the Big Daddy shows the anger:
Isn't there a good sort of correlation between the two instances???? Except the fact that India is now 50+years old "free" and "sovereign" nation.
Is America ready to consume each and every drop of cola manufactured in India???
Maybe if someone from India gives a drink of cola to an American citizen, then it will be termed as a terrorist attack, an inhuman behavior, a conspiracy and what not.
Better still, maybe if this cola bubble "manufactured in India" bursts over America then the next days' headline will be something like this:
"Chemical warfare by India"
An instance from the past:
The Britishers made the Indian farmers to grow Poppy crops on their fields. The fields got ruined of their nutrients and the farmers were paid a pity amount. The Poppy was sold at very high prices to China and when China put up a resistance, a war was waged at the expense of Indian soldiers.
An instance from the present:
The cola companies set up their plants in India calling it foreign investments; manufacturing bottles full of pesticides and insecticides. And when India tries to put up some resistance in the form of bans in some states, the Big Daddy shows the anger:
Isn't there a good sort of correlation between the two instances???? Except the fact that India is now 50+years old "free" and "sovereign" nation.
Is America ready to consume each and every drop of cola manufactured in India???
Maybe if someone from India gives a drink of cola to an American citizen, then it will be termed as a terrorist attack, an inhuman behavior, a conspiracy and what not.
Better still, maybe if this cola bubble "manufactured in India" bursts over America then the next days' headline will be something like this:
"Chemical warfare by India"
Saturday, August 05, 2006
A Dreamer's world
Once there came from the desert to the great city of Sharia a man who was a dreamer, and he had naught but his garment and staff.
And as he walked through the streets he gazed with awe and wonder at the temples and towers and palaces, for the city of Sharia was of surpassing beauty. And he spoke often to the passers-by, questioning them about their city -- but they understood not his language, nor he their language.
At the noon hour he stopped before a vast inn. It was built of yellow marble, and people were going in and coming out unhindered.
"This must be a shrine," he said to himself, and he too went in. But what was his surprise to find himself in a hall of great splendour and a large company of men and women seated about many tables. They were eating and drinking and listening to the musicians.
"Nay," said the dreamer. "This is no worshipping. It must be a feast given by the prince to the people, in celebration of a great event."
At that moment a man, whom he took to be the slave of the prince, approached him, and bade him be seated. And he was served with meat and wine and most excellent sweets.
When he was satisfied, the dreamer rose to depart. At the door he was stopped by a large man magnificently arrayed.
"Surely this is the prince himself," said the dreamer in his heart, and he bowed to him and thanked him.
Then the large man said in the language of the city: "Sir, you have not paid for your dinner." And the dreamer did not understand, and again thanked him heartily. Then the large man bethought him, and he looked more closely upon the dreamer. And he saw that he was a stranger, clad in but a poor garment, and that indeed he had not wherewith to pay for his meal. Then the large man clapped his hands and called -- and there came four watchmen of the city. And they listened to the large man. Then they took the dreamer between them, and they were two on each side of him. And the dreamer noted the ceremoniousness of their dress and of their manner and he looked upon them with delight.
"These," said he, "are men of distinction."
And they walked all together until they came to the House of Judgement and they entered.
The dreamer saw before him, seated upon a throne, a venerable man with flowing beard, robed majestically. And he thought he was the king. And he rejoiced to be brought before him.
Now the watchmen related to the judge, who was the venerable man, the charge against the dreamer; and the judge appointed two advocates, one to present the charge and the other to defend the stranger. And the advocates rose, the one after the other, and delivered each his argument. And the dreamer thought himself to be listening to addresses of welcome, and his heart filled with gratitude to the king and the prince for all that was done for him.
Then sentence was passed upon the dreamer, that upon a tablet about his neck his crime should be written, and that he should ride through the city on a naked horse, with a trumpeter and a drummer before him. And the sentence was carried out forthwith.
Now as the dreamer rode through the city upon the naked horse, with the trumpeter and the drummer before him, the inhabitants of the city came running forth at the sound of the noise, and when they saw him they laughed one and all, and the children ran after him in companies from street to street. And the dreamer’s heart was filled with ecstasy, and his eyes shone upon them. For to him the tablet was a sign of the king’s blessing and the procession was in his honour.
Now as he rode, he saw among the crowd a man who was from the desert like himself and his heart swelled with joy, and he cried out to him with a shout: "Friend! Friend! Where are we? What city of the heart’s desire is this? What race of lavish hosts?-- who feast the chance guest in their palaces, whose princes companion him, whose king hangs a token upon his breast and opens to him the hospitality of a city descended from heaven?"
And he who was also of the desert replied not. He only smiled and slightly shook his head. And the procession passed on.
And the dreamer’s face was uplifted and his eyes were overflowing with light.
Think of the dreamer and one finds out that there is nothing wrong the dreamer did. A nightmare for one belonging to the city itself, who understood the language, turns out to be the dream of the other. The only thing he was incapable of was understanding the words of the rich.
I am thinking…………am I not the dreamer??????
And as he walked through the streets he gazed with awe and wonder at the temples and towers and palaces, for the city of Sharia was of surpassing beauty. And he spoke often to the passers-by, questioning them about their city -- but they understood not his language, nor he their language.
At the noon hour he stopped before a vast inn. It was built of yellow marble, and people were going in and coming out unhindered.
"This must be a shrine," he said to himself, and he too went in. But what was his surprise to find himself in a hall of great splendour and a large company of men and women seated about many tables. They were eating and drinking and listening to the musicians.
"Nay," said the dreamer. "This is no worshipping. It must be a feast given by the prince to the people, in celebration of a great event."
At that moment a man, whom he took to be the slave of the prince, approached him, and bade him be seated. And he was served with meat and wine and most excellent sweets.
When he was satisfied, the dreamer rose to depart. At the door he was stopped by a large man magnificently arrayed.
"Surely this is the prince himself," said the dreamer in his heart, and he bowed to him and thanked him.
Then the large man said in the language of the city: "Sir, you have not paid for your dinner." And the dreamer did not understand, and again thanked him heartily. Then the large man bethought him, and he looked more closely upon the dreamer. And he saw that he was a stranger, clad in but a poor garment, and that indeed he had not wherewith to pay for his meal. Then the large man clapped his hands and called -- and there came four watchmen of the city. And they listened to the large man. Then they took the dreamer between them, and they were two on each side of him. And the dreamer noted the ceremoniousness of their dress and of their manner and he looked upon them with delight.
"These," said he, "are men of distinction."
And they walked all together until they came to the House of Judgement and they entered.
The dreamer saw before him, seated upon a throne, a venerable man with flowing beard, robed majestically. And he thought he was the king. And he rejoiced to be brought before him.
Now the watchmen related to the judge, who was the venerable man, the charge against the dreamer; and the judge appointed two advocates, one to present the charge and the other to defend the stranger. And the advocates rose, the one after the other, and delivered each his argument. And the dreamer thought himself to be listening to addresses of welcome, and his heart filled with gratitude to the king and the prince for all that was done for him.
Then sentence was passed upon the dreamer, that upon a tablet about his neck his crime should be written, and that he should ride through the city on a naked horse, with a trumpeter and a drummer before him. And the sentence was carried out forthwith.
Now as the dreamer rode through the city upon the naked horse, with the trumpeter and the drummer before him, the inhabitants of the city came running forth at the sound of the noise, and when they saw him they laughed one and all, and the children ran after him in companies from street to street. And the dreamer’s heart was filled with ecstasy, and his eyes shone upon them. For to him the tablet was a sign of the king’s blessing and the procession was in his honour.
Now as he rode, he saw among the crowd a man who was from the desert like himself and his heart swelled with joy, and he cried out to him with a shout: "Friend! Friend! Where are we? What city of the heart’s desire is this? What race of lavish hosts?-- who feast the chance guest in their palaces, whose princes companion him, whose king hangs a token upon his breast and opens to him the hospitality of a city descended from heaven?"
And he who was also of the desert replied not. He only smiled and slightly shook his head. And the procession passed on.
And the dreamer’s face was uplifted and his eyes were overflowing with light.
Think of the dreamer and one finds out that there is nothing wrong the dreamer did. A nightmare for one belonging to the city itself, who understood the language, turns out to be the dream of the other. The only thing he was incapable of was understanding the words of the rich.
I am thinking…………am I not the dreamer??????
Saturday, July 22, 2006
A novelist, essayist, poet, painter.......
I was deep in thoughts about all the going around us....the bombay blasts, israel bombing lebanon, kashmir always at war.....
Always and always the weaker dying at hands of those having the power. Isn't it true that it is more of a sinful act of these cowardly ministers ruling our nation which calls itself democratic. Do I need to elaborate this uwritten truth????
Israel bombing Lebanon and it is more of a practice session and testing of their firepower over the weak "Lebanese" which dose include people from various other nationalities too: canadians, indians, sri lankans, thai and many others. India has put forth the biggest evacuation for their own people and so must have all the big nations. But who will save the innocent lebanese???? Where does UN stand when all these atrocites are happening?????
Talking of Lebanon always reminds me of Kahlil Gibran besides the Lebanese food. A novelist, essayist, poet, painter....his teachings may not be acceptable by everyone, not even me at all the times. But they are really compelling and fascinating. Two of the recent ones I read and liked are:
"Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens."
"But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love; let is rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls."
Always and always the weaker dying at hands of those having the power. Isn't it true that it is more of a sinful act of these cowardly ministers ruling our nation which calls itself democratic. Do I need to elaborate this uwritten truth????
Israel bombing Lebanon and it is more of a practice session and testing of their firepower over the weak "Lebanese" which dose include people from various other nationalities too: canadians, indians, sri lankans, thai and many others. India has put forth the biggest evacuation for their own people and so must have all the big nations. But who will save the innocent lebanese???? Where does UN stand when all these atrocites are happening?????
Talking of Lebanon always reminds me of Kahlil Gibran besides the Lebanese food. A novelist, essayist, poet, painter....his teachings may not be acceptable by everyone, not even me at all the times. But they are really compelling and fascinating. Two of the recent ones I read and liked are:
"Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens."
"But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love; let is rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls."
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Its raining in delhi......almost unbelievable
Finally the rains.....
Oh what a tormenting place delhi can be for a person returning from a place like guwahati after 4 years. The rain gods surely don't like the visits to delhi.
In guwahati it was like the black clouds following the rains, with the waterless white ones pouring their heart out even before the black ones had a chance to show their own capability. But Delhi, its the desert like sandstorms and thunder gods who rule.
Anyways I am enjoying the weather today after a long long time.......
Oh what a tormenting place delhi can be for a person returning from a place like guwahati after 4 years. The rain gods surely don't like the visits to delhi.
In guwahati it was like the black clouds following the rains, with the waterless white ones pouring their heart out even before the black ones had a chance to show their own capability. But Delhi, its the desert like sandstorms and thunder gods who rule.
Anyways I am enjoying the weather today after a long long time.......
Friday, June 09, 2006
World Cup - Opening Ceremony
9:00 pm Indian Standard Time: The opening ceremony just finished; and here I am totally vella between the hour of opening ceremony and start of the opening game between Germany Vs Costa Rica posting pics from the ceremony.
The first of the pics is of the great world cup, the ultimate prize for the football lovers.
And the pic following is of the great man himself. PELE!! leading the ceremony.
The comes the home team:
And then one of the favourites of this world cup. Although, football lovers know it well that Brazil has never won the world cup playing as favourites.
And now rest of the pics of the ceremony:
Yes I know I could have got more pics, but due to the rush and the crowd I was just lucky enough to get these pics clicked. ;o).
Signing off,
Ankush,
Kal Tak reporter,
Sabse tez!!!
The first of the pics is of the great world cup, the ultimate prize for the football lovers.
And the pic following is of the great man himself. PELE!! leading the ceremony.
The comes the home team:
And then one of the favourites of this world cup. Although, football lovers know it well that Brazil has never won the world cup playing as favourites.
And now rest of the pics of the ceremony:
Yes I know I could have got more pics, but due to the rush and the crowd I was just lucky enough to get these pics clicked. ;o).
Signing off,
Ankush,
Kal Tak reporter,
Sabse tez!!!
Rework!!
The first of the mails started 2 weeks back, somewhat in this fashion: Kindly consider some of the following minor chnages in the specifications required.
Leading to some mails from our side: These minor changes will change our design drastically.......
Please consider a re-evaluation, as it will lead to a lot of rework, a lot of efforst have already been put into it.......
Mails from their side: Ok we are considering the changes, please send us a report on the impact of the changes...... (Not to mention this lead to more work on our part, and more reports!!%@#%$#)
We can't help but change as they are important for the customers and no need to worry about the impacts they are fine with us. (Didn't they realize earlier what the customer required......)
Alas.....not boring you more with the still on going mail exchanges, here is a snapshot of what I had already done on the layout. Note: I am not mentioning the changes in circuit design, as it dosen't look as attractive to look at in a small snapshot ;).
ciao
(Another @#$#$@%@#$% word in the end of each %@$%#@$%# mail from them)
Leading to some mails from our side: These minor changes will change our design drastically.......
Please consider a re-evaluation, as it will lead to a lot of rework, a lot of efforst have already been put into it.......
Mails from their side: Ok we are considering the changes, please send us a report on the impact of the changes...... (Not to mention this lead to more work on our part, and more reports!!%@#%$#)
We can't help but change as they are important for the customers and no need to worry about the impacts they are fine with us. (Didn't they realize earlier what the customer required......)
Alas.....not boring you more with the still on going mail exchanges, here is a snapshot of what I had already done on the layout. Note: I am not mentioning the changes in circuit design, as it dosen't look as attractive to look at in a small snapshot ;).
ciao
(Another @#$#$@%@#$% word in the end of each %@$%#@$%# mail from them)
Monday, June 05, 2006
"Activist in me"
I hate rape,
I really, really do.
I hate it in the a.m.,
I hate it from the blue.
a moment with a girl,
that should be pure and true,
in a flash turns ugly,
and instead is very crude.
A joining that is sacred,
has now become so rude,
as the girl,
now women,
finds all she had to lose.
No means no,
or so was always told,
but today's men take,
have always been so bold?
A girl is only meat,
or so to me it seems,
and nothing they can do,
will muffle all their screams.
So what happens now,
to this girl who we abused.
should she be now cast out,
and given to be used?
Nay,
I say.
Stand beside her in her need,
you out there can never know,
when it's your turn to bleed.
For I hate rape,
I always, always will,
it is a crime,
that makes my heart be still.
I really, really do.
I hate it in the a.m.,
I hate it from the blue.
a moment with a girl,
that should be pure and true,
in a flash turns ugly,
and instead is very crude.
A joining that is sacred,
has now become so rude,
as the girl,
now women,
finds all she had to lose.
No means no,
or so was always told,
but today's men take,
have always been so bold?
A girl is only meat,
or so to me it seems,
and nothing they can do,
will muffle all their screams.
So what happens now,
to this girl who we abused.
should she be now cast out,
and given to be used?
Nay,
I say.
Stand beside her in her need,
you out there can never know,
when it's your turn to bleed.
For I hate rape,
I always, always will,
it is a crime,
that makes my heart be still.
It is only love.....
Not the person you were,
nor the town where raised,
never the pain suffered,
will make you grow aware.....
It is only love,
that makes you so alive, so worthy,
some one dear to hold at night, in darkenss, in momnets of fear,
to share all that is to life.
nor the town where raised,
never the pain suffered,
will make you grow aware.....
It is only love,
that makes you so alive, so worthy,
some one dear to hold at night, in darkenss, in momnets of fear,
to share all that is to life.
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