Rushes of Blood

2011-01-26T09:55:00.003+05:30

‎"He who joyfully marches to music in rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would fully suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, senseless brutality, and all the loathsome nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be part of so base an action! It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder." - Albert Einstein

2010-09-19T11:56:00.000+05:30

"Self-knowledge is like lost innocence, however unsettling you find it; it can never be un-thought or un-known" - Michael Sandel

State of Mind

2010-08-08T01:52:00.001+05:30

as kids we ask ourselves the question - what on earth are we born to do! Not of course with the curious, aspirational exaltation...but with that submissive, disillusioned desperation. Many years and many a moments of truth later we realise that there isn't much really. While the realisation sets a lot of us on the right path complete with fast cars, lovely women and other worldly vices, it chokes the last morsels of hope out of a lot of others. Most of these others then reach for superior altitudes, inferior intoxicants and ulterior habitat. It is the rest of these others however that are most severely compromised in the process. This lot is borne by contradictions. They just wont run hard enough nor quit.....

..Otherwise what's the point

2009-12-15T01:55:00.003+05:30

If you are one blessed with a keen sense for cinema, and can tell a Hitchcock movie..even in the blind..you might as well cite and defend a couple of Directors with a more critically resplendent body of work and a superior story-telling faculty...than Martin Scorsese.
You'd stand a relatively better chance though, at naming a few actors Robert de Niro might loose out to, were acting flair and screen intensity being arbitrated.
Your chances however, would shoot, if the argument were to meander to "what's numero uno amongst movies" and you had to defend against Scorsese's 'Casino' staking claim. (sadly it's always been a lesser Scorsese classic)
And, nobody frankly would argue spiritedly in favour of De Niro's 'Ace Rothstein's' status in one of those "Cinema's most Curious Characters" debates. (hell, even Joe Pesci's 'Santoro' would stand a better chance')

But it so turns out that the not-so-cult opening lines by De Niro's 'Ace Rothstein' in Scorsese's 'Casino' would hold its own if it was all to boil down to "The most passionate romantic monologue in a gambling/gangster movie based on a semi-biographical book"
Sample this and marvel its verity..

"When you love someone, you've gotta trust them. There's no other way. You've got to give them the key to everything that's yours.

...Otherwise, what's the point?..."

Man....[at the expense of sounding cheesy]....isn't that definitive now.

So...You [yes the un-ubiquitous you] must be wondering...What is it about this morose-monday-morning that's got me all muddled and ...ammm mushy. Is it the soothing Bob Marley strumming...the insurmountable sleeplessness from last night...or is it just the hackneyed bloody rush! Its...that clarity which follows utter restlessness...and since it shouldn't be wasted on sounding silly and hypothetical...its a good time to be talking movies.
Now...being the moderate cinephile that I have turned into [although i hate the term...infact anything -phile] i should feel in-the-zone with near about any genre; but considering the modest stature of this blog and more so the current flavour of my hormonal cocktail...'romance' seems like a pretty bet.
There's this thing about romantic movies that make them unduly popular. So...while a crime fiction or a sci-fi or a westerner might be viscerally arousing...you can never in your existence hope to actually pull-off that heist ...date an alien or be the horse-riding-cigar-wielding-baddie-shooting son of a gun. But you should or should hope to...get your turn at sweeping your silly girl off her slippery feet and make her long and amm...moan.
So romance is the standard source for in-house heroism...which is exactly why romantic movies are so viciously escapist. They stretch the fantasy canvas just enough to contain it within the realm of your wishfulness.

But before I run out of bull-shit..let me get down to business..and let me do it the way Men like best - make a favourite five list. Here goes then

5. [these guys never thought somebody might want to count-down] Now pardon me if this post has coaxed any bated breaths...but the fact remains romantic movies are my last picks for when i feel the urge. Simply because they are populist and goofy and none of the great directors make any. Since i've seen too few...fifth up should be the many i haven't, the one's that are particularly popular with teenage girls and lovelorn boys... 'When Harry met Sally', 'Sleepless in Seattle', 'The Notebook', 'Pretty Woman', 'if Only', 'Notting Hill'....you get the idea...the kinds you develop a block for once you become presumptuous and begin to pick-n-choose your cinema. I'd also throw in a couple I've seen but that didn't make the cut...'The English Patient', which seemed lost between some beautiful lines, 'Serendipity', which was too fancy, 'Revolutionary Road', which was too unhappy and 'Jerry Maguire' which had Tom Cruise.

4. Okay...before you give up on the promise...there is the Richard Linklater's duo 'Before Sunrise' and 'Before Sunset'...the 'Dialogue Romance' that you'd instantly fall for. Yes, they are imaginatively shot and elaborately written but they are here because the idea is so stimulating and for a long time they would be my top picks, but....you grow out of it. The thought of unearthing your true-love out of the blue spending with them the time of your life and leaving it at that as memories to die with, without indulging in the mundane everyday... is poignant but its not very practical. All first steps are exciting but they are over-rated..boring to re-track and often lead to nowhere.
Did that even make sense!
Anyways i'm just glad that there apparently might be a third episode, wonder what it'd be called though. ['Before Midnight' would sound too zombie]

3. 'Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind' is a fascinating Charlie Kaufman story...and features a glum Jim Carrey performance and a 'tangerine' Kate Winslet hairdo. But its more a great movie than an extraordinary romance. So it has.. the human compulsion for companionship and one with that inexplicable connection... in a science fiction setup with numerous nuances thrown into what would make an exemplary piece of screen-writing. That's a movie for all seasons and moods.

2. Now that you've bought into the concept of this list...its a good time to bring in a few that've never belonged in a romantic-5 list. 'True Romance', 'Natural Born Killers' and 'Wild at Heart' are lurid, violent 'Hippie-Romance' movies. The first two are Quentin Tarantino's abandoned babies [while he was still the God] the other is a David Lynch's lowly film [he's a perverted poser in my books, otherwise]. These are tails of passion...of living it out with the love-of-your-life...of unbridled crazy-about-each-other-romance...the kinds you'd be considered shallow and indignant for mentioning too high on your list...but the ones you unabashedly wear on your sleeve. Yes they're loaded with the unreal and melodrama but they're absolute in romance. You wouldn't hope your love-life'd be that spectacular...but you'd wish your love is.
Ofcourse 'True Romance' stands out.

1. No.1 as you must've guessed by now is not 'Casablanca', which you could actually watch a million times... for Ingrid Bergman. I personally prefer its distant derivative [and i don't mean geographically] Sudhir Mishra's 'Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi', which you could equally well watch a zillion times for Chitrangada Singh. How else the two match-up is a separate can-of-worms...but what is the perspective they bring to this list? Tails of unrequited love is it! Human beings are inherently self destructive...and we're not even talking jihad or green-house or junk-food here. The tendency shines bright in the face of lost love and heart-breaks by-far outdo successful love-stories. So...what does all this mean? ..probably nothing. But these are good movies and 'Hazaaron..' is my favourite romance.

Okay...I see this is a mess....but thats just me.
I also see..I missed what Ace Rothstein goes on to say...

"...And for a while, I believed, that's the kind of love I had."

Profound!

P.S. : if you plan to post a comment do mention your favourite romantic movies..if you do not plan to post a comment just mention your favourite romantic movies.

Captivity of Negativity

2009-11-20T02:56:00.013+05:30

I had given up on blogging.
Just as I had given up on - wearing that Astro suit (i was persuaded into believing i might be a tad too brilliant for it), working for google (and what a loss to humanity must this be) and scoring on a certain variety of women(this one's as fresh as yesterday). Besides giving up on being an investment banker (yup the term still exists in dictionaries), dating an "in her thirties" Pamela Anderson (but boy, I'd kill for that date even when she's a corpse) and Quentin Tarantino.

But then this is such an age for giving up (yes i turned an inglourious 24). This is when you go helpless with crossing out and desperate with ticking in.

Thankfully though, blogging doesn't give up on you. Every now and then it throws up an amateur plagiarist, a self-proclaimed dumbass or a puny poet and you realize all the cool guys are outta business. Thats when you think up a smartass title for your next could've been a post, you germinate two earnest sentences before you give-in to your social networking obligations or ping that girl you've only just started stalking, that'll be it then for uptill the weekend.. the weekend that'd never be.
Unless ofcourse you happen to be travelling lucknow to delhi over the weekend, sitting besides a bearded crook of a guy and the only women in your compartment are either burqa clad or have sagging breasts.
If by divine inervention you've exhausted your laptop's battery, have just finished reading Jeremy Clarkson and can find the back of a ticket and a reynolds, well you've struck the right recipie for revival.

So, what'd you cook?
Its been ages since you've had views on anything terrestrial.
Being a single bachelor you've lived your life in those lunch table discussions restricted to cussing 'you've got more potential' bosses or 'we'd set you straight' proffs.
And, those coffee table deliberations ranging from your opposite sex preferences to opposite sex's appalling lack of preferences.
Besides those beer table arguments where the nation's greatest grouse is the now irreparable smart guys to passable girls ratio and where every unboyfriended girl epitomises whoredom.

Your favourite movie flavours has meagered to such solelessly remarkable flicks as Zombieland and District9 and you barely have a favorite tv show or sport anymore for either an overkill or want of them.
Socio-Politico-Economical contemplations!...well, they've never been your sphere of influence. You may attempt musing on the past, cribbing about the present and going all hunky-dory for the future; but the Theory of Insignificance retorts you into retiring.
Yes there've been long fantasy phone calls but they make up only or embarrassing phone bills unless you're yet to move on from that black swan of a relationship.

Your life then has arguably been irreverent and there are no holes you can hope to plug over a blog. You see right through the happyness illusion. Your spiritual and material lives are incoherently disconcerted.
You are, every bit of you, an Evidence of the 'Quarter-Life crisis'

So what'd you cook?
Bullshit!
But thats exactly what you've managed in the past hour...some pretty unimaginative bullshit.

P.S. - Feel the post touched something in you, perhaps so would this

Politically Charged

2007-07-02T14:17:00.001+05:30

At home...nothing to do...devoured the editorials of 3 English dailies and got...Politically Charged...

Celebrate, ye of little faith! The Indian woman is finally empowered! We made a woman our Prime Minister more than 40 years ago, we anointed a woman Super Prime Minister three years back, our States have had a succession of woman Chief Ministers starting with Sucheta Kriplani in the mid-50s - in fact, at this very moment, Mayawati and Vasundhara Raje preside over the destiny of two of our largest States. We have hundreds of women judges, legislators, administrators, bank chairpersons. India's information and biotech boom is largely propelled by women. But till one gets a woman President, we cannot claim India's women have been truly empowered. So, we must get together and jostle Pratibha Patil up the formidable steps of Rashtrapati Bhawan. In her person, we will have India's first empowered woman holding a distinguished office.

Indeed, Pratibha Patil is a perfect example of the empowered Indian woman politician. So it is in the fitness of things that we elevate her to the country's highest office. For those who doubt the extent of her empowerment, here are some clinching factoids:
# Unless she was an empowered woman, would she have succeeded in building an enviable monetary chest for her family?
# How many women can boast of setting up an entire bank as an extension counter to her family fortunes?
# Do we have many women leaders who can claim to have presided over her family's march to fabulous prosperity through such clever methods as pulling in money from farmers only to redistribute it among family members by way of loans, which were then waived?
# If Ms Patil were not an empowered woman, would her family cooperative been given Rs 17.7 crore by way of bank loans, which her kin blissfully refuse to return even after 12 long years?
# How many women politicians would have remained unscathed even after her family enterprises failed to hand over public contributions for Kargil War Widows' Fund and Tsunami Victims' Relief Fund to persons in whose name the money was collected?
# Could any non-empowered woman have managed to get Government funding to construct four working women's hostels and procure official waivers to circumvent the rules in order to make these lucrative money spinners?
# Had she not used her protective powers, would not the police have hounded her husband, charged with abetment to suicide by a teacher in one of the myriad educational businesses the family runs?
# Unless Pratibhatai were truly empowered, would fees collected for the education business have been effortlessly siphoned off to benefit the same family's sugar mills?
# Had she not extended her empowered umbrella to her brothers in Jalgaon would the investigators spare the one accused of masterminding the murder of the victorious candidate belonging to the rival faction in the District Congress Committee president's election?
# If she were not an empowered woman, would the inquiry into the murder have been dusted under the carpet and the main accused (the 'supari' killer) died a mysterious custodial death?

This...from The Sunday Pioneer...Columnist : Chandan Mitra

To bring things in perspective ... Chandan Mitra is a BJP supported Rajya Sabha MP so one wouldn't expect him to be politically neutral on this issue....But her illustrious profile establishes that Mrs Patil has all the makings of a wonderful puppet president. Her political stature has been thoroughly utilized by her family..as documented above,and the congress party now looks set to similarly use her presidency. To me she is a typical female caricature, who would be an emblem of pseudo female empowerment for the next five years of my life.

Courtesy India Today's 60th anniversary spl. (and a 24 hr train journey)...i gained ample insight about the times and ways of Mrs. Indira Gandhi and about what presidents she kept at her disposal. The similarities between then and now are not all that remarkable because Sonia Gandhi doesn't seem to be a potential threat. Yet it is disheartening to see an intellectually challenged ruling party which seems to be convinced that no one but the Gandhi Family is capable of fooling the masses and wresting power. Does Sonia Gandhi even have the intellect to govern 'the once upon a time' illustrious congress party...leave apart governing India.
It is indeed disgusting to hear of important national issues being packaged and tagged: "To be decided by Soniaji"...Does she have better credentials than an ox-bridge grad Manmohan singh or a political veteran Pranab Mukherjee. What makes these people stoop so low.

I hope Pratibha Patil's presidency proves congress' nemesis...to a layman like me there governance has been largely unimpressive ...though ofcourse there apparently are no worthier alternatives. It is also annoying to note that one section of the media [TOI] has completely blacked out these revelations while another[Pioneer] wants her dead or alive.

By the way one such lady who was supposed to be a dalit-female-caricature is playing Dennis the Menace at UP... thats Miss. Mayawati. I feel as humiliated, living next to her version of a dalit Taj Mahal [The Ambedkar Park], as are the thousands of bureaucrats who're getting the real sense of a life on the move[transfers at the rate of dozen a day are commonplace]. I'd pray she's not the next big thing in indian polity...as she's being touted[lucknow university recently started a course in social engineering!!]....

Hmmmm... discharged for now.

P.S....I hope none of the comments above sound racist, casteist or chauvinist though i hardly give a damn.

2007-06-11T13:53:00.000+05:30

This year's Canadian Grand Prix was easily the most exciting race in my formula one career and perhaps the most happening race of formula one in a long time. Robert Kubica's horrific accident may have left a bad taste but surely this was a race you wouldn't wanna miss a single second off!!
How bout a brief recap--

All's well that starts well??

Thats Alonso[overbraking]and this is the first corner of the race [Ahoy..the king of good starts]

Webber starting off the proceedings...for the Safety Car that is

Kubica..."the most horrific accident in recent times"...he broke a leg!!

After the 10 second stop go penalty alonso takes on Kimi...for what..7th place!!

Massa Black Flagged!!

Sato overtook Alonso for a P6 finish...[believe it or faint]

6 crashes, 5 Safety Car periods, 2 black flags and 2 stop gos later.....
An unlikely podium but a very likely winner

Now that 'Jack is Back'....

2007-06-09T14:59:00.000+05:30

Allright...so! I'm writing again...and it is no coincidence that its summer again.
Now this blog was never supposed to be a seasonal blog...neither has free time ever been a luxury for me... Why then...the wait??
Hmmm...writing can never be a first choice...I'm not good at it...doesn't come naturally [Damn it takes hours to complete a post and i'm so impatient]....And..wot the hell...nobody fucking reads!!

I have been on the verge of a new post on more than a couple of occasions..but a nice movie was always a more appealing prospect. I have frequented blogosphere as a reader though...only to be amazed by the creativity and very often the absurdity prevalent around here.
What most impresses me are these relentless Google guys...Boy...these people are so on the move and the internet was so stagnant without them. Infact on of the reasons why this post exists is because i really wanted to try out some of there innovations---Apart ofcourse from my aforeposted annual disemployment [aka summer training] which i hope to write at length about.
For pretty long now i've fancied Google as my ideal employers. But a two 'bit' Mechanical engineer...a self proclaimed good learner and creativity freak..who know just the a,b, C of computer science.....vying for Google...Gooo-ooo-gle.....Ahh...preposterous!!

Okay whatever!!
the year between this summer and the last one has been largely monotonous..and sparingly exciting. Third year is perhaps the most dull in an engineer's college life...nothing new happens...academics heats up ...possibilities of burnouts become reality...we realize that we are not supposed to learn anything new....and we really wanna break lose.....We almost drag ourselvers into the 4th year...We [atleast 'we' at IT-BHU] treat it as one last year of bondage and the third year exams are perhaps the most torturous events of our academic lives.

Some of us get involved into extra-curriculars in the name of spicing up our CVs and luckily get some breathing space...others try to find solace in their daily outings to coachings [ohh yes...coachings again] juggling between an entertaining maths and an insulting english.
That ugly question props up so very often..."Watcha gonna do kiddo??" . After 2 years of rejuvenation the exercise of "Building up a career" must be pursued again.
A flood of 3 and 4 lettered words come for you...JOB,GRE,CAT,GATE,XAT,GDs,PIs,JAVA, ETC....SHIT....while the originals get lost in the muddle.

Personally the most memorable event this past year has to be the winter tour to Goa,Bombay,Bangalore and Pune...
Crossed the border of Uttar Pradesh after some 5 years..had a gala time with friends...Discovered that i love the beaches better than the mountains....that even though i love these fun holidays, i'm not much of an explorer[so that's one career choice out of the list] and that i'm a lot more stingy than i had ever imagined.
All in all it was a wonderful self sponsored official trip perhaps another IT-BHU exclusive.

The other big [huge] experience was Technex-our Technical festival. I love to proclaim that i played a big role and was a third in the order of responsibility...though officially i was the event manager...For me it was a creatively satisfying experience though not as much managerially.But I'm glad we broke a few barriers..crossed a few thresholds and boosted the brand Technex. what left a bad taste though was the politics that ensued with people almost lobbying to take credit....when there were just three or four of us who had built the actual premise. I've realized i need to be a better team player and should be cautious and vocal about my ideas because your work doesn't always speak for you [awrite that's a tad stupid but ...heartfelt]

Apart from this I had a satisfying[surprising for others]..academic year where i managed a 7.5er in the Technex sem i'd surely take that post two disastrous sems ...What's it gonna be this time around...i'm clueless.
Have even joined a CAT coaching and am thinking of preparing for GRE
Doing a part time Training and Placement representative which has turned out to be the most thankless job ever.

Aside from a couple of accidents and health scares ..life's held no surprises...

OK....Now that 'Jack is Back' [POC 3 released last week]...i hope i can follow this one with another couple of posts maybe something on the wonderful movies i saw past year apart from my favourite subject...the summer training circus.....and try to avoid another temporary exile.

Phew....post this post you must have realized why i hate writing :-)

"I always wanted to quit on Monday Mornings"

2006-07-04T12:16:00.000+05:30

The past few weeks of dormancy could easily be mistaken for my hectic schedule at TATA motors. but i'd rather attribute it to....my chronic laziness....no pressure from my readers....and the fact that this organization is just too huge and un-happening to write anything about....but still four weeks is a long time....
the two training experiences this summer have literally been poles apart....
Now....to talk about the training period...would be really irksome...i'd only brag about the enormous plant....the state of art equipment et al......about the unKool Korporate Kulture.....about my first day when i was turned out.. not too courteously for wearing a T-shirt (the exact words from DK boss being"we want bloody engineers not bloody gundas").....about one shreya pandey who was my training companion...and boy how she helped me explore the place....thanks to her i didnt have to ask a question in the plant.....not coz i hate to pose problems....but coz the operators love answering to female('s) queries (...she surely deserved more space)........about the proverbial cliche...."line ruk jayegi".....and about the DKs, rajeevs, ajays and prashants who made it a living hell for the ashwinis,tathagats,jiveshs and joydeeps...while the sahus, harmeshs, avishkars and dheerajs usually managed to escape unscathed....and rajeshs, atuls and a whole army of trainees like me hung around uselessly....waiting for the morning tea....the afternoon lunch....and the 5 o clock siren.....
i've seen all this and lot more...i've learned enough (it really was one helluva experience)
and to top it all....i've put on 1.5 kgs of weight....

okay....the fact is that life's tough and everyone knows that...ofcourse you can do a thousand things to it(but too many options only make it worse)....like you can do what everyone does....you can take some nice job at some nice place....say tata motors....you get some nice money and some nice reputation....you're in to automobiles which is really nice.....
you work for 10 hrs (maybe more) a day....you cherish each reponsibility...you please your bosses...and make satisfactory progress.....
but you screw something and your boss goes mad.......you stand infront of your boss with your hands behind your butt...while your boss stands infront of you with his hands on his butt...
you vent it out on someone else (there's always a lesser dog) ....you tell yourself tis just another day...you start walking the line....you fuck your creativity....you move on...make more progress.....some of you wud complain...."I always wanted to quit on monday mornings"(that guy in the ad has to be a tata motors employee)....some of you just take it in your stride....and i dunno what happens next.....probably life moves on...you make it big....but there's always a boss above you.......
maybe this does not make no sense to nobody....perhaps tis post doesnt either....or the entire blog for that matter...

its been a long summer...back at college its gonna be ...more fun...more feasts....more football....and hopefully no F-grades......

Being Chaddha

2006-06-03T13:01:00.000+05:30

Mr. Chaddha is an entrepreneur.
he has built all by himself a company that is a pioneer in the field of clean room and waste management. CECON(thats his company) has carved a niche for itself supplying all sorts of products all over india and is now diverging into water purification, sound proofing etc. etc.
Mr. Chaddha has been acquiring wealth at apretty good rate. he has installed both his kids at the other two important positions in the company insuring their future. he has also received the "innovative Entrepreneur" award from some rereputed organization and ofcourse has been honoured by the U.P. government.
and before i start sounding biographical...
Mr. Chaddha sucks

the times that i live in there are entrepreneurs and wannabe entrepreneurs galore and more than once has the career option crossed my mind.but until now apart from figuring out its pronunciation and a couple of wayward ideas there had been nothin substantial.
thus, even though my only achievements in the past two weeks has been a mega hi-score in snake(that's the nokia mobile game) and wee-bits of manufacturing knowledge......i'm glad i went to him.
he must be in his late fifties(is a grandfather) and is perhaps the most energetic of all the people working for CECON....has a well furnished office(if not a great factory)....lives the classy lifestyle(though by no means extravagant)
but lets rather talk of his business skills
he's got all the ISO certificates and quality manuals done in great details...ofcourse he doesn't care to stick to them. the no. of workers are just 10 on paper when there are more than 30 at work....well that's required to save some tax and some regulations. the work place is pretty pathetic with little walking space when the huge ugly steel structures are being built...and there are some really outdated equipments...but he's ensured the basic amenities a home made water cooler and a few unused air blowers for the workers...has even set up an indigenous central cooling system fo the office that gave way the first time it was tried. the workers ofcourse are not qualified(what with the hopeless pay packages) yet they can do anything from welding to painting to installation....and they've learned it all there itself...you ofcourse cant expect him to be sweet to them and any form of oversmartness is meted out with the famous punjabi abuses (coming straight out of rang de basanti)....when its a special order he gets an imported duplicate of his product sticks his own label on it and wins accolades for it.

and jus in case he gets a fool to do summer training at his place(i've been the only case)...he ceases the opportunity uses him as an unpaid worker and diminishes the thick line separating an engineer and a mechanic....
well enough of Chaddha bashing. thats probably what you've gotta do to make it big.....
so...for all the e-hopefuls....its a tough road ahead

summer training/screw up-2

2006-05-17T19:37:00.000+05:30

screw you Chaddha....
this is gonna be pretty embarassing....
now i'm dying to hear from all my friends...what they are having to go through in their respective summer trainings.....i really do hope they are sweating it out in some shitty factory...learning the ancient arts of fitting...machining....welding....screwing(..huh..).....and making new friends in some lazy mechanics........
for...that's exactly what i'm goin through....
i really hope TATA's treat me better...

the factory is antique
Chadda sr. is a pain in the ass
Chaddha jr. is an ass
Beena(aunty ji) is sweet as her voice
there is an overweighted babe who's just appeared...could be another Chaddha.....doesn have the courtsey to introduce....
all the others are useless brainless gutless ....fellas

2006-05-16T18:53:00.000+05:30

so....chicks and dudes....i guess nobody was surprised when i reappeared on the blogging scene this week.....(simply because nobody knew i was here)....
anyways....... i've suddenly started enjoying writing....what with so much of spare time during these summer vacations....
now if anybody wishes to read the post below....i'd explain the background.....i as a mechanical engineer from the prestigious IT-BHU have got to get some industrial training this summer.....if you know what summer training is all about...great, because i can't help you.....am myself trying to figure out....and so far have learned some beautiful methods of wasting time.....plus..... have started writing this crap.
i have got a training at tata motors (....kudos....)....but since they can afford me for just four weeks as against my institue's 6 weeks obligation.....i've got to train for two weeks at some cecon pollutechs....(that's the place below)...these people make some waste management systems and apparently do some good business.....
any ways lets see whats next......
i kinda feel..... blogging could be the first thing i become a regular at...

summer training/screw up

2006-05-15T19:24:00.000+05:30

I've got absolutely no idea about what i am doing here.....This was supposed to be a bloody field training where i was supposed to see some manufacturing and try to increase my god-damned mechanical knowledge....not that it was a really exciting prospect but it would surely be better than sitting like this going through the dated literature about these insectocuters and incinerators...
There's this sweet lil aunty ji who with her nasal tone seems to be managing the whole office;keeps talking on the phone which is in a hopeless state...keeps trying to explain things across...helped niether by the phone nor her funny voice. the phone though remains the only busy thing around here.
The bastard Mr. Chaddha jr. is a good for nothing guy. has already had a pretty lengthy break and doesn seem to be coming back from the lunch. I've tried reasonably hard to put across this simple lil thing that i'm here just to get a fucking 2 week training certificate....am not in the least bit interested in knowing what his company is all about. have already got enough material for a report sufficient to fool my sweet proffs.....but he seems adamant at wasting my time. can't simply tell me to get lost and come back in 14 days to get the certificate ....dude, live and let live.
ANd for a lot of this i've myself to blame ..can't manage guts totalk straight to him and tell him ..."dude...i've got a lot more interesting things to do.....just show me your stinking factory...order a coke for each of us....and pack me off"
Infact i've remained so pathetically silent (and thats just the same old me) that even auntyji couldnt induce a smile for all her 32 teeth.

i guess this Mr. Chaddha jr. guy has got the same "can't talk straight" problem. he asked me the same stupid question 10 times over ..."so what did you get from all this literature"...while i kept saying ..."...just the basic facts" he probably wanted me to say..."yup i've got enough now may i come tomorrow..."

when i was really getting really sick of the place enter Mr. Chaddha sr...."watcha doin son".....
come tomorrow i'll depute you at the mechanical unit....do some fitting footing and then we'll see......thus i got screwed up...wouldn't talk of my story back home to sound more stupid....

guess there's a lot more of this to come.....may god bless me...
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hang on dude....

2006-03-04T02:30:00.000+05:30

okay ......the first useless post on this useless blog.....got nothing much to say.....the only purpose of this purposeless blog is to rediscover the art of creative writing hidden DEEP within me......ofcourse its too late in the night tonight for me to give you a taste of it (and that's how its going to be most of the time)........but just in case any of you happened to drop by then let me welcome you.....feel free to comment.....and let me assure you that a really good post could be coming sometime soon....so....
hang on dude......