Pr:Dtam...

Sorry Blogger.

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Tue, 09 Mar 2010 14:48:00 +0000

I will be here from now on.

Thank you,
Pr:Dtam.

Just Love.

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Mon, 01 Mar 2010 21:21:00 +0000

Oh God! I'm in love. This is happiness on a different level, probably exists somewhere in the ionosphere. I never expressed it but you understood and gave it back, and i felt nothing but magic. I see you and I just see you, making the world around motion blur. It’s a blind confidence that I have which drives me to any extent. I fall, i get up, i fall again and no matter how many times I fall, I get up again and the hope is not lost, the love is not lost. The unexplained possessiveness in your eyes and the random questions you ask is just another reason why I cant stay away from you. A bond stronger than a magnet, an emotion which attracts like poles as well. A journey of life, the love of life and my dear, I own you for life.

PS: never wrote on this topic before, so this is just a trial and nothing else. excuse if it sucks.

what do you expect?

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 01:46:00 +0000

I feel like writing today and so here I’m. I guess I need not give an explanation each time. Just came back from work, yeah it’s 6:30 in the morning and I am supposed to work out before I sleep but who cares? The lazy side wins. I hardly work but my whole energy is drained out when I'm back home. I guess it’s more in the mind than the body and about the day so far, it’s just another day at office. It’s not a ‘colorful’ work place where you can refresh your eyes and mind if you walk around the floor, you know what I mean and I can’t write about my colleagues here because they don’t write anything about me. Ok! behind every successful man, there’s a woman and behind me is my sister who just convinced my lazy side. I jump.

Where Art Thou?

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Wed, 10 Feb 2010 09:11:00 +0000

What can be more satisfying than to convert our thoughts into reality? Probably, one of the reasons why I feel artists are the most contended people on earth. Be it any form of art, it has the capacity to transform a vague thought into a staggering reality and the pleasure you get when the job is done is beyond price.

Last night, my friends and I were chatting about few reality dance/singing shows on the TV hosting 8-10 yrs kids as judges, and looking at the attitude each kid displayed while judging was completely revolting. It’s like giving the power to rule without understanding and we all know the result. Kids blaming and abusing each other is categorically not a healthy way to conduct a show. I felt few shows lack the understanding of healthy competition and moreover we are dealing with kids here, who are still figuring out differences b/w right and wrong.

As a kid, I took part in many drawing/painting competitions and it’s not always that I stood first. In fact, my winning chances were as weak as 2/10 but I was never let down with the result nor I hated my drawings. End of the day, I felt happy looking at my thought on paper. I knew it was not the best yet I was happy. No judge criticized my paintings, they only corrected. I was never insulted, I was only encouraged. Talent doesn’t need recognition, it clearly stands out but why is that we find it difficult to identify the right talent?

Not sure wht’s wrong with me, but out of the blue I feel like a budda blaming the current scenario and cherishing the old memories of life, just like our grandparents do. Are these signs of aging? We never know, some 10-15 yr old guy might read my blog and think ‘what nonsense’. The more I think, the more I feel bad and I guess it’s better to stop thinking too much and write about the stuff which belongs to me instead of the social issues. Anyway, the fuel to this post is a feeling I got after looking at the end result of a birthday card I designed. Days back, my cousin had asked me to design a card for her son’s 8th b’day and I sent a soft copy of it after finishing. Today, when I saw the hard copy I realized nothing can beat the satisfaction we get, when we see our thought taking a shape. It need not be a BIG thing, but it can definitely make our day.

Corporate Jails- Institutionalized

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Fri, 15 Jan 2010 11:57:00 +0000

I read the top 10 resolutions of 2010 and was little surprised to see two entries in that priority list.

1. Spend more time with family and friends 2. Enjoy life more

Though this survey was conducted across America, i guess most of us here might also include these two in their lists. Though we are in a better position on a whole when compared to days earlier, thanks to the so called western culture but I feel somewhere down the lane, we are being driven into a system which looks flashy from outside but eventually takes the life out us. I need not think of any examples but I know for the fact how many people around me are working ‘hard’ without interest just because they are a part of the system. This includes me as well. It’s easy to say ‘ just quit and do what you want’ but again it’s a will issue. These walls are funny. First you hate them, then you get used to them. Enough time passes, you get so you depend on them. That's institutionalized. we’ve seen people quitting jobs to pursue their own dreams; the lucky ones strike gold and the rest will eventually be a part of this system again.

I feel surprised to see these two entries in the priority list because the reason we work is to have a good life and spend quality time with family. It’s understandable if a daily wage labor has these kind of resolutions because even if he/she doesn't work for a day, feeding his/her family would be tough. On the other hand, we earn 5-6 digit salaries, have a decent place to live in yet all the quality time we find is only on weekends. I also understand this is not the case with everyone because there are people who love the job they do and are happy with the way things are or just happy with no job at all but on the other hand there are guys who are totally lost or silently adjusting to this fact. Just like the basic human needs- food, shelter and clothing..i guess family/friends bonding is equally a need in today’s world, what we call as work-life balance which i feel is completely lost in the name of corporate work cultures and brand values. Sometimes, when I see people boarding the office bus/cab, it looks like prisoners boarding the police bus at once…silently, one after the other with sad faces..unlike or college buses :P Professionalism eh?

Last month, i was posted on a project in a known good company where my job was to handle new hires and train them on the tools we use, and honestly when i looked at the IT policies of that company, it made me feel like i was in jail. Right click disabled on all PC’s, cannot change wallpaper, no access to notepad (forget MS word) , no email client, usb drives disabled, no access to external websites, etc. Nothing against the company though but I feel sorry for the employees. They cant expect us to look at the company’s wallpaper daily and work on a 800x600 resolution.

However, the bottom line again depends on the choice we make and for guys who are used to this system will eventually lose their flexibility and will fight against the word- change; and when that happens- we either get busy living or get busy dying. Reminds me of two characters- Brooks and Red from Shawshank Redemption.

The first page

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 13:57:00 +0000

It’s like a new book and when we open a new book, we feel like starting it neatly but at the end of it, it’s filled with doodles and a frustrated writing. This year is going to be no different, but what makes us happy is a little hope. We all know things do not change overnight, yet we celebrate the beginning of a new year hoping for that change. Amazing, isn’t it? If there was no calendar, how will we know when to start afresh? or we should celebrate every night hoping for a new dawn. Belief, one crazy feeling that drives us to any extent. The good part is that we actually make an attempt to change things or be different. New resolutions, promises, new schedules etc, all planned overnight. I’m not sure how this year is going to be but let’s see if I can maintain a decent handwriting through out my book.

Happy New Year 2010.

Before I sleep…

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 11:09:00 +0000

…random thoughts continue to hit my mind when i stare at a blank sheet of paper. many unexplained, unwritten, unspoken thoughts which may never see the light, but after all they are my thoughts and i cherish each memory that brings a smile on my face.

Imagine a person who is just like your personal diary, he/she is not your sibling, partner or spouse but just a friend who knows the in and out of you and doesn’t judge you and loves you with full heart no matter how screwed up you are and listens to any topic under the sky…well, i guess friend is an understatement, but i got no word to describe the relation. A relation, i feel everyone should have apart from the social relations and commitments we maintain. A heart listening to a heart that speaks out and nothing else. It’s love, but not the love which you find in your partner, not the love which you find in your parents, not the love you find in your siblings but a love that you find in yourself. An emotion that makes you feel special, an unconditional bond to be more simple, but again, do such bonds exist? My heart says yes, but my mind doesn’t agree. Is it right to bond with a person on such an unconditional and emotional plane when you know he/she is not your partner, sibling or any social relation that we usually maintain? somehow, i feel marriage too is a conditional bond, where we work around and adjust to make things work.

On the other side, there is a bond which never breaks, a heart that can connect to a heart even after years of isolation, a heart which makes you feel young, happy and free. We may find a heart but do we really take time to bond or at least are we giving a chance? Well, should we take a chance considering the expectations or living by the norms of a society? I’m sure it’s not easy, or not what most of them can digest because we are already into the system. A system designed by external pressures and internal commitments.

Memory Lies In The Mind Of The Beholder

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 02:52:00 +0000

Everyone has bad habits, who doesn't? most of them go unnoticed. However, bad habits with poor memory is a worse combination I must say. One of my bad habits is to lie and there are many reasons why I do it. Usually, it's because i'm lazy or to avoid few discussions. This is one such scenario where i was trying to avoid a conversation which unfortunately didnt work out well...

It was around 3 AM and i was experimenting on some of my pics in photoshop while switching between windows of social networking and few others non-productive websites (feel free to stretch your imagination) and just then a friend in gtalk pings...

Friend: dont u sleep?
Me: na...editing pics, watching a movie, etc
Friend: hmmm.. whch movie
Me: the boy in striped pyjamas..
Friend: dint u already watch it? thot u did
Me: nah...
Friend: nywaz hav fun!
Me: when did we discuss this before?
Friend: about wot?
Me: the movie
Friend: nope v dint, i happend 2 read ur blog
Me: oh ok...

This is where I remember that i actually wrote about this movie in my previous post. I could have easily typed some freaking movie name like alpha dogs which was on my mind too but no clue why i ended up typing this one. Anyway, If I continue my habit with a poor memory, it's going to be very dangerous and the sad part is you can't even cover up. Moreover, the above scenario would have been different had i been chatting with a male friend.

So, my dear friend...when you ping guys at midnight, don't go into too much details. It's always good to ignore certain lines. Good for you, good for us. Peace

State of affairs

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Fri, 24 Jul 2009 22:11:00 +0000

My hobbies: Movies, books, travelling, drawing and… that’s a lot to handle.

I’ve partially recovered after watching Ice age 3 and Night at the museum 2. Though there are loads of movies in my external drive (thanks to pria), I can’t watch them alone for two reasons. a) I hate to watch movies alone. b) I need company to watch movies. I also realized that we need good company to watch movies, you know people who really come to watch the movie and not to carry popcorn, nachos, drinks, fries etc in one break and then try to find their seat in the dark and parallely worry about the movie on the screen and the leaking sauce.

And then, there are books. After watching few sad movies like Mist, The Boy in striped pyjamas and Atonement few weeks back (alone), I was too scared to play the next movie in the drive, and consequently I decided to read. Fortunately or accidentally, I read ‘My friend sancho’ and ‘The white tiger’. Yes, it was refreshing and they were simple to read and convenient to visualize unlike ‘Lord of Rings’. In addition, after reading amit varma’s book, I started following his blog as well and thanks to my mobile, which gives decent access to the web on the go. At least, now I know how to spend time my travel time. These books made me realize how far I was from this very page of mine over 5 weeks now. Not sure why, suddenly I miss college and I guess not only dogs, but books are also a man’s best friend.

But I can’t carry a book every time I travel, so I carry friends. They are readily available, easily portable and cost effective (am talking about boyfriends). Oh, btw, just remembered an ad I’ve been hearing on the radio. It boasts about the wide roads, huge fly-over’s, clean moosi (read the present status of the river in the link), glowing street lights in every lane, smooth traffic which makes it convenient to reach any corner of the city in no time and how clean and slum-free is every area in the city and this all because?? Any guesses? Yes, it’s our chief minister Mr. Y.S. Rajasekhar Reddy. My response to this ad- WTF. His promise was to allot houses to all the slum-dwellers and yes, he kept his promise by providing them with houses without sewage connections and again WTF. So, I get to read and hear these kind of things during travel which makes it even more interestingly annoying.

On the other side, I sometimes draw. The damage, which I started a month back, is nearing end. About 25 cartoons are ready and there are just few more in the queue. I’ve been thinking how to use them on my wall, and hopefully you might see them soon in a movie- “Day in Pr:Dtam’s room- where cartoons come alive”.

Mind’s clear- later!

Can't remember the title.

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 10:55:00 +0000

There are few things which cannot be changed, they are called universal facts. Like, the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Similarly, I have a universal memory that cannot be changed. No matter how hard I try, there are few things which I fail to remember. It was okay until I forgot things like my wallet, keys etc at various stages of life, at least I thought I was much better than my maths lecturer who locked 60 guys in a room thinking it was empty. However, yesterday I realized the enormity of my memory.

I was in my car, whining tunes of some old track playing in the background and my dad was sitting next to me who had no clue about my condition. After few seconds, my tunes stopped and I whispered… ’shit…ooh shit’!! My dad had no clue why I reacted that way…he saw the same expression on my face few years back when India lost the world cup. Before his blood pressure rose, I told him the truth…and now I’m here to tell the truth again. Well, the fact is I forgot to attend my close friend’s wedding. I could have ignored but this is not the first time this happened. Sundeep, my classmate and bench mate, who is answerable for my scores in engineering…is one of my close friends and I forgot to attend his wedding. Now, the strange part? I attended his sister’s wedding but forgot to attend his.

He’s already cursing me for many reasons but let’s keep that offline. I know I’m a bad friend…but nothing was intended. Not sure if he will excuse me, but a friend suggested that I should hire a P.A to retain information and friends. Considering the effects, that’s not a bad idea, so applications are invited for young, beautiful, sharp girls. There will be a sample test followed by personal interview. The test will contain important dates and occasions of my friends and family which you can go through for 30 mins and you will have to give those dates in the same order when you come for the personal interview. The more you remember, the more you earn. $$$

The damage begins..

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Tue, 12 May 2009 13:30:00 +0000

The most boring part of my everyday schedule is my travel to office. Eats up almost 3 hrs a day and these days am not able to enjoy those 40 winks i did before because of the pleasant temperatures this country goes through each summer....wow...talking about summer.:.i just saw my cab driver applying a tinge of fair and lovely...what a timing i say; who doesnt want to look good, its our birthright. Bah!! Am writing this post from my mobile and for a guy who doesnt enjoy texting, this can be a test of patience. The t9 format doesnt allow you to use swear words so easily and considering the mood im in, this post demands a lot of them.
Hell..Anyway, the reason behind this post is different. As you all know it takes a few lines to start a topic. I sometimes suffer from split-personality disorder and i feel like picasso though it takes a while to realise the truth...by then most of the damage is done. Crap Well, im planning to fill the walls of my room with cartoons...i draw, i stick, i tear, i mess around and so its time taking. I just want you guys to wish goodluck to my parents, my sister and especially my maid who has to spend considerable amount of time in the room having no chance to run. Ouch..Will keep you updated on the progress and its effects.

Hmmm...another 25 mins to office and i will wrap up now else my thumb will choke me to death.

PS: ignore words like crap, hell, ouch, bah...they are just disturbances while typing.

25

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Mon, 20 Apr 2009 08:30:00 +0000

1. I love animated movies. They're life.
2. I'm super lazy.
3. I find no charm in attending parties.
4. I'm very choosy and non-commital.
5. I gained close to 10 kgs after I started working.
6. I hate routines.
7. People shouldnt expect things from me. I'm a surprise package.
8. I enjoy gossips with cab drivers. Each one has a story to tell.
9. I can be conservative.
10. I hate cell phones. I have to use one though.
11. I rarely reply when ppl scrap questions like " how ru or whts up? "
12. I take pride in giving inventive present to my close ones.
13. Life includes shit and shit happens daily.
14. I believe in something real, which lasts long...really long...ding dong!
15. I like ppl who hate me.
16. I enjoy drawing but I lack patience.
17. According to a friend, I'm moody. I'm still not very sure.
18. I want to write a book.
19. My silence is often misunderstood.
20. I hate ice-creams and sweets (sometimes chocolate is an exception)
21. I'm tired.
22. I'm planning to paint cartoons on my wall.
23. I have to update my blog frequently.
24. I love my sister. Pria can I expect that gift atleast this yr?
25. I'm completely random

Let's move it...

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Wed, 15 Apr 2009 09:48:00 +0000

Ahhh!! So here I am once again. Do I have to tell you the reason why I disappeared? Well, I don’t blog when I'm too contented or too busy and that doesn’t mean I'm gloomy now; I’m just free. Oh, by the way, Happy New Year and belated happy festivals and holidays till date. Too many things at once, you know it's boring to think back. I wasn’t really occupied all these months but I've been travelling a lot. I'm not a busy man, my travelling is only within the capital and not around the sphere and many a times when I laid back to write a post, I found my bed more appealing than a non-productive page. After all, our potential depends on the bed we sleep.

If you ask me what I’ve been doing all these days, the answer would be nothing and you might be bored to tears if I explain the details but for my part, I had great time. No outings, No parties, Very few movies, didn’t catch up with associates but I still took pleasure in what I was doing. In plain terms, my social life was more or less zero. Now that I’m back to reality, I’m trying to draw alongside a few things I overlooked these days.

I like to move it - move it!! I like to move it- move it!!

Back to pavillion

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Sat, 06 Dec 2008 04:52:00 +0000

Finally, did justice to my job. My first Dell at home. I faced tough questions when I got a Lenovo notebook earlier this year.. this is the answer to all those questions :) aadmi kuch bhi badal saktha hai magar brand nahi!!

Sorry to say, Hi!

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Tue, 25 Nov 2008 02:02:00 +0000

I never thought two letters can truly insult a person. Yes, it’s just two letters and not those two kind words-f.o . Maybe, the shortest form of insult I ever faced but strangely we use it daily, for a singular purpose though. Life is really weird and wonderful, isn’t it? someone has to be eccentric, if not me, people around me.

Now, what, why and how did this take place? Well, there’s this girl, my office colleague, from a different process but we commute almost daily in the same cab and we don’t talk. No, not even hi or hello. We didn’t exchange blows; it’s just that we always had nothing to discuss. Things were cool and so was the driver. I never disturbed her existence nor did she. Then came another guy, my office colleague, and a friend of this girl…every story has a nasty piece of work right? poor guy, though he had no dialogues in this scene, he made my life miserable. Anyway, they both were cool too and had things to talk including ‘Hi’. I was happy, they were happy and so was the driver.

One odd day, I was waiting alone in the cab for this girl, outside her house. After the clock ticked few minutes, she got into the front seat quickly, turned back and said “ HI “. My eyes got wide open, and the only thought it my mind was “ what on earth made you say that? “ and just when I was about to complete my Hi (u know like.. h-a-i and my sound was somewhere between a-I ) , she turned back again and said “ oops..Sorry to say HI, thought it was my friend “(the other guy). Grrr! One tight slap! I felt like a crumpled tissue thrown out of the window, and her statement was more an insult than excuse. “Sorry to say, HI…to someone you see daily and travel with? Fine, we don’t talk and I know accidents do happen but it was just a Hi...how can you take it back just like that? Arrghh!” I wanted to shout this out but you know… and from the very next day routine continued and we still travel like ghosts, ignoring our way of life. I am miserable, she is confused and the driver is happy.

Moral: A man who is happy all the time is a driver.

Where are they?

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Wed, 22 Oct 2008 15:15:00 +0000

So, yes, mmm…and that’s how we got back to work. Even now, it’s thorny to keep up and I’m almost howling to get that one thought. I’m talking about my recent post in Den, and this is not hangover, this is what I or rather we would like to maintain. Snehith’s recent post explains my mind-set in a much better way. He wrote about how our lives changed over the years and how we overlooked our preferred pass-time. So, this took me down the memory lane where we used to pencil in for hours together, lost in our thoughts without food and water.

Paintings, cricket and G.I-Joe’s- This was our life. Sitting in a petite balcony, we used to draw or construct houses using our old books for those little GI-joe’s. Our book shelves were their barracks and we used to power them with torch-lights. We had a collection of around 25+ G.I-joe’s and we made them work, fight and love. It was hard war when it came to love because we had only two girls- Baroness and Zarana. My favorite character was Mainframe who lost his leg in one of our local wars and thereafter was bed-ridden for days. We couldn’t find his replacement and one diwali night, we had to rocket him up to the heavens. Here are a few pics of my beloved action-hero …

Then it was time for cricket. Snehith was the commentator + player and we used to play a lot of test matches. In one of our series, we thought, he who wins the most number of matches is the favorite child of god and that series was a draw. Our conclusion-God treats everyone equally. Lol, mixing spirituality and sports- considering our belief, Australia would have been God’s favorite country by now.

Ramayan 3392 A.D

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Wed, 08 Oct 2008 12:38:00 +0000

We all have talked and heard about different versions of the great epic Ramayana but if you look at this version of the same epic…well, you will just keep looking.

Now, they are GODS!

The video

Full story

Keyboard issues

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 20:59:00 +0000

Call me rude or mean…I don't care and I hate to give handshakes when typing, particularly at work. Yes, it's basic protocol to reciprocate when someone greets you, but sorry I just can't do that daily. For some strange reason, I find no pleasure or excitement in greeting or wishing people I meet every day. Not that I hate them or want to ignore them, but even if it's my close friend, the same rule applies. It's understood and I feel you don’t have to give a handshake daily to express your amity (a genuine smile is enough). Handshakes don’t bother me, but I get irritated when ppl walk up and wait for my response. This happens a lot at work and only when im busy with the keyboard. Probably, a simple nod and smile, and perhaps a verbal acknowledgement of the greeting would do. I see both pleasant and unpleasant faces at work day after day and by chance, if an unpleasant face walks up to my desk in an unpleasant situation and offers a handshake when my fingers are busy jumping on multiple keys… I feel like thumping the keyboard on his/her head. Too bad? Yes, that’s how I am and by the way, I just got a new keyboard :)

Destroying the world

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Tue, 09 Sep 2008 19:05:00 +0000

Saw this few weeks back on Discovery, not sure which show..could be extreme engineering or man made marvels but found it very interesting.

Rock on

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Mon, 01 Sep 2008 14:23:00 +0000

Just came out...nice one, definitely worth watching. I give 3.5/5

Voices in my head are...

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 11:27:00 +0000

What am I thinking? When I look outside the window, I can only see green and blue. These two colors are to blame for the frequent thoughts in my head and frequent pressure on my muscles. Sorry, but I can’t stop thinking and I hate when my intuition works. To my left, is this guy with gray beard, in his late 40’s and too philosophical for me. To my right, is of course the window, outside which I don’t want to think about. Few seats away, are my prospective friends but the train is too crowded to move now. As each rain drop hits the glass, a new thought appears into reality and I hate intuitions more than ever when it rains. Phone is switched off and the charging socket isn’t working… don’t know what hope lies behind that call. I could find answers earlier, but this time, it’s like a wild goose chase, waiting for the question to answer. Baah!!…I’m still thinking with this paper and pen.

Not that I can’t find an alternative source for these questions but it’s too thorny to let go anything which was there for the past two decades. It’s still there but can’t give the answers I need and it’s too precious, so can’t leave it alone. Too attached? Yes, im and someone would be happy reading this. Neither did I change, nor the source…it’s only the questions.

Day after fraaandship..

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Mon, 04 Aug 2008 12:15:00 +0000

Happy friendship day slapped happee friendshippppp dayyyy :)….

This was one of the update I saw on orkut yesterday. Worst part was I couldn’t comprehend who greeted whom and who was being slapped. With so many applications knocking in day after day, I find orkut a mess. It no longer has the old charm and transparency. Despite the fact that they tried to craft it more fascinating with the look and appeal, the actual essence is lost. Anyway, this post is not to grumble or find out the loopholes in orkut, but this is to explain how difficult it was for me to identify my own friends.

With million things in mind, I don’t know what hope lies behind my action when I open my browser and type orkut.com . It’s been more than 3 years now and yes, I find this platform a great way to see what my friends and greeps are up to. If you didn’t know, greep is a geeky creep...typically someone who has all the time 'wanting to make the fraaandships' on the internet, but no balls to meet people directly.

Adding to this, the daily updates we get on the home page is a fun to read..here are few classics..

Stop worrying and start living has added 3 photos..

….. #$%&@* wrote a testimonial to Jaane Tu…

Society prepares the crime, criminal commits it updated last name and first name..

Depressed soul updated interests and turn on’s..

And there are few guys whose profile is completely empty. No name, no picture, no scraps, no photos..nothing in ‘about me’. Only the account exists, and when you have 100 odd friends who display their creativity in this ishtyle, it tough to identify who is doing what. This is followed by the depressing group with sad status messages. These guys are actually happy if their status message is sad. I know, we feel like sharing when things go wrong, but you think it’s pleasant to see those sad faces on the home page? Our parents gave us a beautiful name, let’s publicize it or atleast use a name which has got our identity… and keep the sharing stuff with close friends.

Finally, orkut’s name of the day :

ღℓΘ╠♥╣!Ŧђღ

If something is so complicated that you can't understand/explain it in 10 seconds, then it's probably not worth knowing anyway.

|-|@|)|)Y Fr@@^d$|-|IP D@Y !!!!

Why so serious?

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Tue, 29 Jul 2008 13:54:00 +0000

The letter 'I' seems very fascinating these days. Both the sound and usage of the letter can be amusing at times. I believe this is the only letter which doesn’t reflect on a person. It has got its own traits and your definition is its character, which is why no two I’s are the same and will never be the same.

I was wondering, what’s wrong in conveying serious things of life with a lighter note. I am excluding those things, which are as serious as a person’s death. We can’t bump into a funeral and say “hey dude..sorry, any news about the weather up there? “ I am talking about those little things in life which can be asked/said in an entertaining way, just to cheer up and not keeping it inane...also with the right timing. If you ask, how? I have no answer because situations like these are very insightful. It's like a see-saw, if we got the weight, our words go down the mind and we will never know who's the winner when there are two equal weights. Probably, this is exact situation/phase I am going through and we can't stay longer in this position. We either go up, or lose it from here. Just like, 'you either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain'...sorry for the quote, hangover you know. Charlie Chaplin may look funny, but how many of us do care to look at his serious side? The answer is, most of us do but why wasn’t he showing that side, is a question that cannot be asked.

If two I’s unite, it’s an agreement and not a relation. We don’t have I in affairs, we surrender it. The only time we use I is when we have to express, and this is rare because it is more often understood. Either we accept, or we move on. Repeating, I need not be explained, it can be understood and once you explain it more than what is required, it can damage the scenario. Too much of anything is…?

So, when we are talking seriously about any random topic, we expect the receiver to be as serious as we are which is absolutely right. But when we ‘try’ to talk seriously and expect the receiver to be the same, which might not be possible, is when things go wrong, just like this post. You are either thinking what I am ‘trying’ to say, or you are just reading the lines. I appreciate both the kinds, because it’s the sign of a brave heart and better than those guys who might have closed this post half way through.

Btw, sorry for the title, hangover you know!

The Improvement

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 13:53:00 +0000

Scene: Adlabs
Movie: The Dark Knight

This time, all in one row. No confusion, not a great combination :)

din't understand a word? read the previous post and come back. Not interested? then, check out the review of The Dark Knight. Boring? then, you see the little red x thingy on the top right corner? click on it.

for mac users: pls do the same on the left

Adventures of Lion king

noreply@blogger.com (Preetam) — Sun, 13 Jul 2008 15:12:00 +0000

Movie-easy and best plan on a weekend, only if you plan and ‘act’ accordingly.

Chapter-1: The Thought
Scene: office
Characters: Simba, Timon, Pumbaa(boss) and I.
Act-0

Simbaa was shuffling between 15 firefox windows doing non-desi work when my voice interrupted him.

“abbey…whts up with the tickets?”, I asked.

“mmm…booking two seats in row B and two seats in row H. Gonna be fun, book karu? “, he replied.

“What…fun?..book all 4 in one row”, barked 3 voices in the bay.

I left my desk and walked up to simba, just to confirm if he was booking all 4 tickets in one row.

“oops..technical error..cannot process, please try again” –msg displayed on the website.

We tried again but it was not going through…I told simba that we can get tickets even at the theatre directly, if not online. Pumbaa and Timon had no clue whether we booked the tickets or not as they were busy with their own windows of productivity. Simba and I planned to leave early to get the tickets, so we left our bay updating Pumbaa about the scenario that we would give a ring after getting the tickets and they can start off.

Chapter-2: The Plan
Scene: Office Cab
Characters: Simba and I.
Act-1

Simba- a non-telugu guy and a big fan of tollywood movies. He feels directors like Yash raj and karan johar should be banned from the industry. I was arguing and trying my best to explain him that Jaane Tu was much better than Dasavathaaram. Though my efforts failed, we continued the regular banter in the cab when our evil minds came up with an eccentric idea.

“ Ek kaam karte hain?...let’s dump pumbaa “, simba said not knowing how I would react.

“ Mmm…(scratching chin)……(sparkling eyes)….(little nod)..Done deal “, we decided.

Now, you might think we are mean and heartless. Yes, we are and we enjoy dumping the boss. Any doubts so far?

Chapter-3: The Action
Scene : Prasads Imax
Characters: Simba, I and many more clueless people.
Act-2

No queue at all and not a single screen filled up.

“Two tickets. Dasavathaaram 3:15 show. ……Thank you.”, said the guy sitting in the counter.

Since we skipped lunch, we were more than hungry and we barged into the nearby McDonalds’ outlet and sat peacefully.

“Time to call Pumbaa”, I reminded.

Seconds later…

“Haa Pumbaa, mein Simba. The show is houseful, no tickets available. No other movie too…tough luck! “ (The sadistic smile was clearly visible and we enjoyed it)

“ohh..is it? Sad man, no problem…u guys wait there, timon and I are on the way. Be there in 10 mins.” Pumbaa replied.

Simba's expression changed. I knew it was not what we were expecting to hear.

“Arre no…we are leaving pumbaa, let’s watch Hancock ‘moro. We have to go and we are looking for an auto already”, clarified Simba impatiently.

“It’s okay…wait for few more minutes, we are almost there”, said Pumbaa and hung up.

I was half-dead by his answer, because which manager would believe a guy who searches for an auto under loud music along with a stuffed mouth full of chicken burger.

Our expression changed as if we were asked to bungee jump without a rope and our mind ran like a time machine. We had 10 minutes to dump our boss and we had no clue how. Our jobs would be at stake if the plan fails.

Think…Think…we stressed our minds.

Seconds later, we decided to call up Timon who was with Pumbaa and who had no interest in the movie because telugu for him is a language of symbols. So, we planned to update him about the scenario thinking that he might favor us in deviating Pumbaa or if luck showers things might fall in place.

Chapter-4: The Call
Scene: Road
Characters: Timon and Pumbaa. (Simba and I, virtually)
Act-3

Timon and Pumbaa were on the way to the theatre at a decent speed. Timon’s phone rang and on the other end our hearts were ringing…

“ Hello, macha! “, timon picked up the call casually.

“ Dude, this is Simba. Now, listen to every word carefully without taking any names and only answer yes or no “.

“OK? What?”

“dude, we got only two tickets and now you are the only guy who can save us. Do something but….”, the line got cut.

We dialed again but no use. The call was not going through. We immediately called Pumbaa again, another plan to deviate him.

“Pumbaa, we are going to Sensation (another theatre nearby) to try our luck there…if the show’s houseful we are going home”…said Simba in a hopeful voice.

“Fine…see you at sensation then” said Pumbaa.

God!! Another shock, this guy isn’t leaving us. Minutes later, sitting in McDonalds, we called Pumbaa again…

“Pumbaa, hard luck..Sensation is running houseful, I guess we better go home now”…said Simba.

“Yeah..where are you? I am at Sensation…can’t see you guys?” asked Pumbaa, who was confused by now.

Simba gestured death. I shouted “react…react…tell something…”

“Haa Pumbaa, we just came back from Sensation to Prasadz again to catch an auto….preetam already left “, he said… while the loud music was still playing in the background.

“Ohh…why did he leave?. Anyway, I am coming there..Don’t move a muscle now”, said pumbaa in a cranky voice.

Chapter-5: The countdown
Scene: Between prasadz Imax and McDonalds.
Characters: comepletely messed up.

Without wasting anytime, Simba ran to the counter and bought tickets for Timon and Pumbaa. I had to run away from the place and hide in a wash room because virtually as per the act, I was on my way home. Pumbaa and Timon entered the scene, and they met Simba who had tickets by then.

“I got the tickets”…simba said.

“What’s going on?” asked Pumbaa.

“What?”

“I saw the counter…all shows are available and you say they are running houseful?”

Simba had no immediate reply; he dialed my number and said… “Preet, these guys are here…come back”

Within minutes I came back into the scene. Pumbaa is now even more surprised and irritated.

“You said he left?”…asked Pumbaa.

“Yeah, right…actually I din’t leave. I met one of my friends so asked simba to call me up when you guys are here”…. I replied.

The situation was slightly in control but Timon who knew every part of the story looked at two great actors and was amazed to see our responses. People have quick reflexes, but we’ve got quick lies. pumbaa’s mind was too occupied to think and analyze the entire situation.

“Chalo, chalo..it’s time. Let’s go in …” said Simba as the movie was about to start.

At the same time, we were worried again because the seats are not together and we thought Pumbaa would clearly understand the plot. We moved inside but had no chance to talk or react much as the movie started. Simba and I in row B. Timon and Pumbaa in row H. We had to give a clear explanation to pumbaa..we were still thinking while others were already engrossed in the movie.

“Abbey, got an idea”…simba said.

“Haa..bol”.

“If you remember, we were trying to book tickets online in row B and row H earlier at office..when u guys denied….remember and pumbaa dint know anything about the booking that failed?”

“Haa…but how would you explain the entire stuff?”

“I’ll take care now and you just follow…enjoy the movie”…said simba, pushing back his seat.

Intermission

We walked out and I ran into the washroom…got mentally prepared and came back to few round of questions. Before pumbaa started, Simba asked…

“so, hows my prank. pumbaa”?

“What ?”

“Yeah…two tickets in row B and two tickets in Row H and the entire confusion?”…

“did you guys book tickets online..i told you guys to book 4 in single row, right?”….asked pumbaa.

“Yeah…but we wanted some fun and made you go round the city”….said our voices in tandom.

We din’t allow pumbaa to think much because if he did, our plan or our answers were too easy to comprehend. We followed the old policy…if u can’t convince, confuse!!

The End 