Tagged

The chirpy Nee gave a shout from her nook about the kind of people I judge.

Here goes.

1. The self proclaimed 'best/reputed' indian recruitment agencies. Shame, all the m*****f****rs lack the basic etiquette to even acknowledge an email. While they are too busy shooting off mass mailers with the title 'URGENT REQUIREMENT' as a subject line, it's a different scene all together when it comes to reality.

2. The great indian f***ed up mentality, where society dictates how a girl should live her life... to the extent of deciding who she should spend the rest of her life with as well. What's even worse is when religion/caste/community takes precedence over everything else in such matters. And on the other hand you have people blame the so called politicians for playing the caste politics. Yep, it's so easy to point fingers isn't it... assholes.

3. The spoilt rich mindf***ed kids. Shame on your folks for your upbringing.

4. Two faced bitches and bastards.

5. People who don't have the balls to walk their talk. Chickenshit pieces of crap.

I can't continue anymore. I realize that this is making me even more angry. And i'm not sorry for the language used, cos the ones listed here deserve that language and even more.

Passing on the tag to Ms. Muffet, Reeta Skeeter & Kulpreet, hope your's will be more pleasant to read.

The waiting game

Two and a half weeks since I landed here... and my patience is running extremely low.

Rock you like a hurricane

So finaaaaaaaalllyyy, I had the whole house to myself for a few hours today. Needless to say I went straight for the music system, popped in the CD, made a few changes to the equalizer and I was lost.. to the beats of the woofer, and the sound of the leads at regular intervals, the 3000 watts took my back in time.

Moving to the apartments has been a bit hard on me. For starters, I miss the privacy I enjoyed at our old place. Having a separate entrance, I could just walk in drunk or smelling of nicotine, not to forget the blaring music that would always be playing without a care of having the neighbours complain.


It was quite a nostalgic trip as I sat in front of the system while going through my collection of cassettes and loads of assorted CD's. I remember there was a time when I would spend a set amount every month on purchasing new music, hanging out at Planet M or Music World.


(two of the four sets of speakers... my homies, always ready for some heavy duty action)

Times change and I guess i've graduated towards buying mp3's online.. ah well only in the event when I find it hard to rip off the music from some site, not to forget the iPOD generation & music on the go... although such things are good and convenient, somehow I feel nothing can match the ambience the old school music system brings with it everytime it comes to life.

Old habits die hard...

Are you sure you are not repeating the G incident all over again? asked my dad as we stopped by for lunch post the meeting with a prospective employer.

I smiled it off, but realized that unknowingly I was more or less doing the same thing. Too little too late, don't really have a choice but to go through the whole episode again.

In my rather poor defence, all I can say is everything's fair in love, war and business. And I suppose, trying out something, is any day better than regretting not having tried.

I feel like the devil.

Hmmmm..

Next to knowing when to seize an opportunity, the most important thing in life is to know when to forego an advantage."

Keep Walking

This morning's jog could well be termed as the most hardest so far. On the same note it's just the beginning. Pushing myself to do an extra one and a half kilometer whilst sticking to the same time of 45 minutes initially raised some doubts in me which eventually led to a to-hell-if-i-can't-do-it-i'll-try-it-anyways state of mind.

By the second lap around the park I could quite feel the pain in my legs which became quite prominent, but strangely it didn't last long but rather in short durations, which sort of led me to crack the mystery of it.

After some careful observation it dawned upon me that the moment I took the focus off my legs and onto the road, the pain somehow was a lot more bearable and focusing on the rhythm of my jog during the uphill made it a lot more easier. A quick experiment later proved my hunch.

Needless to say by the end of the third lap and the long 4 km stretch back home that lay ahead, I knew what I had to do. Concentrate on the road and nothing else. And as a fitting finale, took the stairs to the 5th floor. Needless to say, my legs ached a lot, couldn't walk properly for a few hours, but the feeling of having completed the whole track as planned, despite the initial doubts was truly something.

This sort of made my thoughts wander onto other things and the one aspect that struck a note is the fact that I guess many a times we tend to focus on the pain & the obstacles in our lives rather than the path itself. I wonder how it would be if we focused only on the path instead?

I believe that all it takes is a shift in focus and yes even this does not guarantee a pain free journey, but it definitely does make the pain a lot more bearable just enough to keep one going.

In the end it's all about what we wish to concentrate on I suppose. We could either sit and cry, giving undue attention to the pain caused in our lives and not move an inch, or we could just choose to ignore it and move on.

Nah, this ain't a sermon to anyone but rather a reminder to myself, that when the real test comes I hope I can stay focused on the path and continue walking.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

It is taking me a while to get adjusted to my new apartment. Having spent not more than just a few days the last time around, i'm beginning to discover a few things.. well maybe even growing quite fond of it.

One thing, rather the only thing worth mentioning is spending the evenings on the terrace. The cool breeze, watching the traffic, the little kids playing football near by and listening to the iPod, it translates to a few hours of introspection, lost in thoughts with my cup of coffee.

Not really sure how long this so called 'break' will last but as someone put it, got to make the best of it while there is time.

This apart, i'm totally hooked onto this song- Breakfast at Tiffany's.

And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

I see you - the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over,
And I hate when things are over -
When so much is left undone

Push it to the limit

Day two of reaching home and it's been good so far.

The best part of wanting to do anything, is I guess thinking, planning & execution, so i've been not just thinking but kept repeating to myself that I must get back to exercising. Not sure what gave me the drive but this morning was able to wake up at 5AM sharp despite having just 4 hours of sleep the previius night and not to forget my back and neck still being sore with the travelling.

It felt good to dress up in my tracks, tee and my iPod. As the timer on my watch kept ticking, off it was- the cool breeze, empty roads and some curious onlookers.

I must admit I was quite surprised at the end of the 45 minute jog. Reaching back to the apartment I raced through the stairs to the 5th floor. I was breathing heavy, but it felt good. Guess there's still a little bit of my old self left in me. Hope to bring it back.

The aching legs, the cramps in my tummy- can't wait to hit the weights soon. There's something about the pain that ensues, especially after a good exercise. Reminds me of the time in Salzy when it was difficult to even lift my hands post workout. One thing at a time though. Tomorrow will push myself a bit more.

Day two and the job hunt has begun, which sort of started on a wrong note. Was disappointed to hear that the one profile I was quite keen on and which was vacant since May, was filled as the offer was being made to a prospective candidate. A few calls followed. Some absolutely unprofessional jerks, some a pleasure to talk with. Have a few telecons lined up the coming week and eager to get going.

My bike is being sold off. It was my first bike that I had bought with my money. Don't quite have any emotions attached to it, except for the fact that it gave me a good mileage and served it's purpose. What I loved about this bike was that at a time when other kids would show off their bikes bought by their folks, I was proud enough to push aside the urge and the temptation and wait until I could buy one for myself. Yeh so I bought it a bit late at 23, but every moment on it has some memories attached.

For now, all i'm looking forward to is the mornings- The road, my ipod, and myself.

48 hours

Me thinks that the best way to approach anything is with a cool head. The only problem is... my head is a bit frozen, and I just don't seem to move an inch.

The best part about relocating- can be somewhat related to a new lease of life. What better a way than to go back home and start with a clean slate.

I was somewhat looking forward to a break off work. It's been just 4 days since my last day at office and I can already feel the restlessness within me. Approaching the options with an open mind has sort of widened my net and going back home, I can see a few visits to Delhi/Mumbai/Bangalore. Hopefully end of this month I should be back to doing what I know best.. and that is to work.

All said and done, the past two years have been a wonderful learning experience and as I put it... Faster, higher, stronger.

Now, I must be off to tie the loose ends and finish up with my packing if I want to catch my flight on time. The luxury of business class followed by first class travel. The delicious inflight food, movies and the best of them all... Chivas on the rocks.... maybe for the last time, but what the heck... been there done that.

Looking forward to my faaaaaaaaavvv. fried okra, rice and dal.

Cheers.

I will be back.