My Life

My Adventurous China Expedition

2011-12-26T06:06:00.002+05:30

OK... before anyone start ringing me saying... “anisha.. u went to china... didn’t let me know.. how mean.. I would have asked u to get some fried cockroaches...” firstly.. People.. Have home food.. try preparing them at home... Secondly... I didn’t actually go to china...It’s just that yesterday night while I was deep in sleep I just happened to be there in my subconscious mind... ok... enough of bheja fry... in short I meant I had a dream.. kinda roller coaster one in china..
Since it’s a dream... you won’t find logic... (Don’t u dare say... “Dear 90% of what u do won’t have it”) I’m writing it now because after 2 days I may not properly remember what all happened... I don’t exactly know y I was there.. I actually got into Bangalore metro with few buddies for the first time... and when I got out of it... I was in china all alone... I was LOST IN CHINA...
I dono exactly where in China (i was lost may be that’s y) I tried asking people... “Which way leads me to India??” they knew only Chinese language... They replied to me politely in that... even if they had said something rude also I wouldn’t have got it.. I said I understand English no Chinese.. They still stuck to Chinese... I mean how bad... if it was here on hearing English anyone could have managed to say a “take left/right” at least they can use their hands for indicating directions... but no... They won’t... I asked so many people... But felt I’m asking the same persons again and again.. All answered me in that “i-dono” language and all appeared to be from the same family...( cheeni cheeni bhai bhai)
I prayed to GOD please help me... How will I get out of this place.. I forgot to mention... there is a chase sequence as well... I dono who for what on earth was chasing me to death... (I have no enemies or friends back in china) So, in short... “meri baandh bajj chuki thi”
In between I had lunch from a Chinese hotel... I don’t remember what I ordered... but I paid them 360 INR... FOREX didn’t mind there I guess... Then came the best part... my saviour was chosen by God... Mr. Will Smith... U won’t believe it.. He bashed the goons and saved me... (yupieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! I couldn’t have ask for a better dream.. This is the main point y I thought I should write it down and let the world know) Logically speaking it should have been SRK since from days he’s everywhere on TV and I’m a fan of SRK ( people saying.. “anisha grow up.. sarsoke kethwale scene ke din ab gaye..” listen.. “I WON’T GROW UP”)... My luck got me the best... He was in “I am Legend” look.. I thank my good stars he avoided to bring that dog along..
I told him... I’m lost there... and I’m in danger... He said he’ll try his best to help me out.. He asked some Chinese people in their language... (Maybe he learnt while jade’s karate kid) and told to me... the way to reach India...
The route was... “I have to cross the Great Wall of China... and it’s India on the other side of the wall..” Can u believe it??? Well I did... I said ok...
Thing is I knew the way to great wall of china.. I thanked Will and left... next thing I remember is I was walking over the Great Wall of China... (Wasn’t I supposed to cross it...? I have no clue of what was I doing over it...) I walked the full stretch of the wall.. I reached the dead end... and suddenly I realised I have lost 5 Kgs.. I dono hw... I was so happy.. I called a friend of mine... (Who preaches me dieting) right from the wall and said... “Hey listen... guess what... I lost 5 Kgs...” she said “kudos... keep the good work going...” (Did she mean to say... I need to keep walking over the wall???)
Well I don’t remember anything after that... Or may be I broke off the dream by waking up... Whatever... The first thing in the morning I did was to walk up to my weighting machine and check my weight... and Bloody hell 5 Kgs were back 

You Dirty Dog!!!

2011-09-05T20:58:00.000+05:30

I want to dedicate this post of mine to all the stray dogs anywhere and everywhere.. I hate them.. I hate them.. I hate them.. I hate them.. I hate them.. So now u know exactly what I feel abt them and the depth of my feeling…
I belong to DVG where stray dogs are there, but considerably the population of stray pigs is more and the most watched scene was stray dogs chasing stray pigs. So I rarely had much issues with them, except once.
Then I was riding my cycle on my way to tuitions early in the morning, a dog came running behind me. His/her(I never got the luxury of time to clearly make out) mouth with that tongue that was falling out almost near my feet.. I was speeding off with my bicycle in a downward slope. I never thought abt applying breaks after I saw it chasing me. Finally it came with me till DRM Science College. It directly went near canteen. After making me scream and run for my life and breaking a spoke in my bicycle’s wheel, it was on its way to have its breakfast. It might have got enough entertainment, I’m not sure. But the people in and around that area had.. Grrrrrr.. That four leg one tail fellow embarrassed me..   
While I was at DVG, I heard and read abt the stray dogs attacking small kids in Bangalore.. My blood boiled with anger. Later it cooled down as I thought neither I was staying there nor was I a kid so that it could attack and get away with it..
I landed at the IT Capital and troubles shot up for me b’coz of this 4 leg 1 tail fellow..
• If I buy anything to feed myself on, like may be a piece of black forest cake(yummy..) this fellow with its nose will know what I have in my carry bag and chase me to get away with the prize.. my food.. I bought it for me u DOG, not for u.. And I bought it because I was hungry and the way u look, u seem to have a feast every hour a day.
• Later I thought let me have it at the bakery only, standing there. It’ll not chase me. When I bought something, this moron who was around that place, started to hop around me. Which made me scared and go hoping too. Eventually I dropped and he caught. Again MY FOOD..
• I felt like having chicken biriyani. Had got the recipe so thought of making it. Went to buy some raw chicken. While coming back I saw 4-5 dogs waiting for me. This time I asked the guy in the store almost begging holding his feet(virtually) please accompany me till my home.. He started laughing saying. No it won’t do anything. (When did I say it’ll do something to u? I have my reasons dude. ) finally after making fun of me with others he came with me.. Embarrassment!!
• I love walking listening to music. I was walking a day happily to my home ( I was happy b’cos I was early from office that day) my hands were in sync with my legs and I was in total rhythm of the music.. Suddenly I felt my left hand tip moist and touching something soft. I just slowing, in rhythm with the music turned to check it.. I saw a stray dog licking my fingers.. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhhr.. I screamed.. Jumped.. Sprinted.. Howled.. (Completely not in sync with the music) and the dog came chasing me. Then few men and a lady came to my rescue. There were nearly 25-30 on lookers.. Laughing.. The lady offered her hand to it.. Yuk!!! She said it’s a sweet dog.. Who knows she might have licked it too. Yuk…
• A friend of mine was attacked by 3 huge stray dogs and was on sick leave.. I visited her.. she showed few marks also..(She won an appreciation for bravery from office 4 fighting with dogs, I prefer giving it a miss.. than fighting with those creatures..)
• I read abt a 2-3 year kid becoming food for some dogs. Horrible!!

The list is never ending. The number of times.. I screamed for help, the amount of food I unwillingly fed them with, , Amount of fear in me for them which all eventually took the form of hatred without boundaries towards them..
Every day I’ll have encounters with them. Morning while I need to take my vehicle out I see one sir/madam laying in front of the gate as the place is registered under his/her name.. When i make enough. Aye.. usshh.. hats.. he or she will move off. At office there are so many stray dogs inside the compound wall(even after having a cow catch laid out at the entrance). They shit in the parking area and dirty the place.. They quarrel there.. They actually live there.. I was a lot pissed off with that.. I came to know one fine day that they are adopted stray dogs and are adopted by my wing’s head and his cabin is just a 5-6 steps from my cubi.. Felt like walking up to him and hitting him. But I really needed this job and while leaving a good record here. Y can’t he take them to his home and give them a better living?? Grrrrrrrr………
All u people supporting and sympathizing for stray dogs like few NGOs.. U r ideas of birth control on strays are not welcomed..(Thing is they operate the dogs and leave them. Dogs bearing that pain will take any human as an enemy later for few day and attack. Something kinda happened with my friend) If u really care, adopt them. TAKE THEM TO UR PRIVATLY OWNED PLACE and take care of them. U can later sell of their puppies else u do birth control surgeries there. So many kids are attacked. It might be ur kid also one day. I don’t buy the idea of giving stray dogs importance than a human kid..
If the fear is of extinction of stray dogs.. I don’t think it’ll happen … dog lovers can adopt one of these kinds than buying fancy ones(All are dogs eventually) which will be better than sympathizing on them and putting other people’s life in danger . I mean If u really care, take care of them, else keep quiet and let others do it in their way.
I may sound selfish here. Don’t think otherwise, I’m, very much. When it comes to ur safety and life if u r a little selfish I don’t think it’s a sin. Isn’t it?

Training Mania

2011-04-11T14:33:00.001+05:30

So its 1 month in a new organization... Got few friends (very few compared to my Previous company). During this one months wat all I did here??? I had lunch here (priority basis food comes first for me always), I chatted online and offline.. wrote tests, cleared them (yes I kinda master the task of writing exam no matter wat the subject is) I attended Trainings   
God Trainings are so so a no no for me. First day was ok, not that the trainer was good/good looking I had the excitement of being in the org for the first time. Curious to know more kinda. Second day I realized, ALL IT COMPANIES HAVE THE SAME PORTFOLIO. So was like the person training will again say good things abt the company that I doubt even exists virtually.
Then came the torture. Finance basics training. I know the company pays me I have an account in a bank and a debt card; I draw money, Pay bills. That’s all is my relationship with Finance. Suddenly I was forced to know more abt it as the domain demands it and worst was I had to clear a test (max 3 attempts) abt the same. My state was like cycle tube without air... tussssssssssssssssss!!! I felt basically it’s a dry subject during the training(but after that when I actually studied it, it was quiet ok for me.. thanks to the sums part of it, without numbers I find every subject boring)
They had shortage of trainers or so. Hence they used to play a video of one person teaching with PPT (the person was not in the frame only voice). That was the first day. I was little tensed 'if I flunk. OMG. I have to get to know wat it is' kinda. I started concentrating, latter I tried concentrating, finally I got tired of concentrating and I gave up. The PC I was given had no internet. I searched for games and I found it. Thank God. I helped the monks and monsters cross the river, Caught eggs, Shot gooses (Animal rights people it’s virtual. So plz spare me), Killed terrorist, played tennis. But the best was a color ball game. I don’t know its name. I had a rage to create high scores in it. In short I somehow sat through the session. Then that evening there was one guy who’ll clear our doubts on the training stuffs we had. He asked a few question I was sitting as if the question are not for me. Few Finance folks were answering. He gave 2 sums to solve. I too took down the question never bothered to solve it.
Next day again video training full day. So I again caught eggs, Shot gooses, Color ball game, Tennis and a new one sketch ur boss, I found gender discrimination there. Boss can be even a lady. I had a big time issue with the 2 lady bosses I had. So that game was of no fun to me. I called few friends from previous org and started chatting. A friend was getting engaged too. So a lot of interesting thing to talk abt. Somehow that day was done.
Next day again half day video training and the rest half interactive. In the interactive session I was sitting in the second row since no one had bothered to sit in the first row. I was virtually sitting in the first row. The person was explaining things well. I understood few things also. He used to ask few question say yes/no kind, and look at my face. I had a plastic face then (no expression). I was not nodding my head in acceptance or the other way. The man gave me this look for 5-6 times then he ignored me. I felt pity for him.
In training hall we’ll find so many people. The trainer classifies then as Listeners, Non listeners and no questions from them don’t listen but ask questions. But as a trainee I see a lot of categories.
• Sleep off types... I don’t care who feels wat abt me... I’m too tired to know kinds.
• Sleepy but have not lot it to the sleep... If u manage to find someone of this type in the class trust me u’ll be having fun. They are feeling sleepy but try to be awake for the sake of may be the trainer or to avoid attention from other trainees who’ll start giggling.
• Lost types... One who’s completely lost and gone to swizz gardens running there into the arms of Shahrukh Khan and suddenly Shahrukh utters ur name and ask u to stand up… bang the head.. Scene shifts quickly to the class room and Shahrukh turns to old prof.
• Half lost type... They’ll simply keep nodding their head in acceptance (only acceptance) they’ll be off the place in their mind.. Wat to cook 4 dinner today? That lady said this... wat might be meaning by that exactly... I’m Losing a lot of hair... Sachin should have got that ball to the boundary... My kids score is not that good… and all possible things.
• Restless kinds... they keep on shifting their position on the chair... lean back once lean forward once... checking mobiles for sms... checking mails..
• Searching for interesting stuffs... If the subject is not making interesting... look at the tutor’s nose tip... funny gestures... count the repeating word by him say number of “Oks”... Number of “Let’s see”... Look for the “sleepy but have not lost it to sleep” kinda and show the discovery to others…
• Last but not the least... the one who sit there for actual purpose...
Now which one I belong??? It’s obvious the Searching for interesting stuffs…
My thesis is of no use to anyone. Still any more categories that I have missed can be brought to my notice here, but still the thesis will be useless :P

Nostalgia of learning

2011-02-12T00:11:00.004+05:30

Well.. I’m moving out of my first company to my second.. I feel good and bad.. and at time.. it doesn’t feel anything... It remands me of days of schools and colleges...
Funny part is when u join a school/college u know u’ll be out of the place after certain period..( well if u really piss off the teachers they’ll send u a bit early.. but if u need to take ur own time to study things.. u can have a late departure.. one more scenario is double promotions.. which was/is not in my bandwidth ,so I don’t talk abt it)Still when it’s the last day u feel like staying back there forever...
U miss friends.. u miss masti.. u miss the classrooms.. u miss ur teachers(few yes.. few others u prefer not to see again),u miss the subjects(no... this is not true.. at least for me who hated Social science, Drawing, SUPW... it isn’t) The very famous dialogue u will utter is “ I didn’t notice the time flying. All went off so fast” When u know 1year is 365 and 1/4 days.
I too feel the same and even say the stupid thing again and again at each pre-planned departures.. Well .. now I start thinking of my initial days of school..
I lost an year in my education.. LKG.. Due to personal reasons i couldn’t attend(Wow i had personal reasons in my KGs.. thats Awesome.)I was directly put to UKG.. My mom taught me stuffs that r to be taught in LKG.. After all she’s B.Sc ,B.Ed.. It was my first interview ever.. I was taken to a place having high compound walls.. a big gate and lots of creatures like me... I had no clue y was dad taking me here.. I had never thought of going to school.. Well none of us have joined school after thinking about it.. I was taken inside a room where a tall lady with curly hair was sitting.. Dad knocked the door and asked.. “ May i come in ma’am”.. She replied “yes”.. We went inside.. she asked us to sit.. We sat.. Dad and the ma’am started discussing something in Kannada.. which i didnt know back then... Then she looked at me and smiled... I smiled back..
She asked me my first question “what’s your name?” I knew the answer.. i replied “My name is Anisha B Nair”.. I seriously had no clue who or what is Anisha B Nair... I was addressed by my pet name Anu everywhere then... She was impressed.. She passed me a book... I was happy to see the book.. because i had the same book at home.. I was like... “hey... my book”.
She opened it and asked me to read.. It was my hobby to read that book at least 25 times a day as if i’m reading Bhagavad Gita.. I took the book and started reading.. “A for Apple.. B for Ball...” i kept on reading till she said “very good”. She turned to my dad and said something... He nodded.. she nodded.. rest i dont remember..
We finally got out of the room.. One more lady came and was talking in tamil... Dad started talking to her . He said “ take care of her” in tamil . That lady turned to me and asked “peru enda?” It was malayalam in tamil actually.. I replied “Anu” ( i told u .. Anisha was a stranger to me).
They took me to a room... A big room with lot of kids and a lady.. that lady came out of the room talked to my dad.. said “yes yes” and took me inside the room... She made me sit on the first bench of left corner.. Next to a girl... Who was full smiling.. I turned back to the doors sitting there.. Saw my dad standing and waving me bye.. I was like “Eh?” he then left.. I craned my neck to see him leaving through the gate..
Now i was totally alone in this place which i didnt know is a school... I saw many kids.. all were staring at me... Ma’am addressed the kids and said something.. ending it with “Anisha” and all clapped... I had no idea it was for me.. I sat there.. the girl next to me..Was a lot talkative.. she asked me something is Kannada.. I gave her a “i dono” look and turned back to ma’am.. she again asked me something.. i repeated my previous action... She and some other girls giggled...
I dont rem how the day went off later... I was back at home.. where mom asked me “how was it?” questions.. When I was thinking “wat was it /why was it?”. I told her everyone is saying something which i’m not understanding... At that time maximum kannada.. I knew was A—amma,AA-aane.. as mom (who learnt kannada to teach me) taught me.. but no one was speaking.. A-amma,AA-aane...
Dad said "she need to learn few kannada words she’ll be fine".. UKG before mid term was the time when u could mark in the history as “existence of silent(not talkative) Anisha( I know it's me now)”.. After that, i was having the highest record of being thrown out of the class, Made to stand up on the bench.. Made to stand in corner.. just for talking in class and making noise... even my teacher say the same to me now when i meet them...
Memories of those six months are less which include.. Kids not including me in games, not talking to me, not making friends with me and such i learnt my initial kannada.. “missige heltheeni” meaning “I’ll tell to ma’am” On saying which.... all was well.....
But I still take it to be my biggest achievement to give my last speech in the school (during 7th grade, Send off) in Kannada without a script... That’s the biggest ever I learnt from any school/college..

A 25 Marks answer on Indian cinema!!!

2010-12-29T22:19:00.001+05:30

Hmmm... thought of writing about this long time back. Since this subject is always cumulative have to wait to learn more till you finally pen it down. But I realised how many ever years pass, how many ever stars fade by, the base line of Indian cinema stories will be the same. Few typical movies are

1 family drama movies: Sooraj Barjatya ones.
Movie kam gana bajaana jaada... u never know y they start singing.. hero meets heroine song.. his bro meets her sis.. sing and dance.. both families meet sing and dance... now his bro proposes to her sister.. still hero and heroine will sing and dance ( confused!! I never understand y always they are singing??!!)
Then marriage 3-4 singing and dancing... then kill anyone.. or bring some sad situation.. now only sing holding pillars and dried, leaves shredded trees... tears rolling... cut..
Someone will realise their mistake and then back to happy family... final sing and dance with a happy family picture at the end everyone laughing, when the clown in the movie cracks the worst possible joke ever( driving u out of the theatres.... ).

2. Again family drama, but I call it flash back movie:
Let’s call it the great Rakhi movie( I dedicate this to her for her “mere bete ayenge.. mere karan arjun ayenge..” dialogues... I felt like burying her alive....)
Happy family... mom ,dad and variable number of children....( depends how u have the twist latter) Enter villain.. he/she enter seeking help or as a relative of this family or close to this family.. eyeing the grand wealth they own.. thadaaaaaaash.. one fine day he snatches everything from them(90% he kills the father) and leaves the widowed mother and kids.. observation goes Rakhi’s happiness was destroyed by Ambrish puri in most movies I watched... ;)
Now twist... suddenly mom falls ill.. bro 1 runs north to get doctor and bro2 run south to get doctor. After 20 years bro1 will be Amitabh Bachan and bro2 Rajnikantha :P(my movie is a hit!!! 500 crore project!!). After 20 years they meet in a boat, train, bus where ever possible and fight. Later find out they are bros.. how?????
Simple flashback...20years back they had their mom’s passport photo torn into halves. Each having a half of it... when they join it after 20 years they have passport photo of rakhi... :P(CUT IT!!!!)
Now revenge... go hit Ambrish Puri.. while hitting.. first heroes get hit badly.. then suddenly when they see their blood they are reminded of how their dad was killed, mom abused.. blah blah blah... and dishum dishum dishum... By then, they would have found their mom and respective wives to be. So, the end with a happy family “ say cheese” photo.

3.twins magic!!!
Hilarious ones!! Seetha aur geetha,chaalbaz,and likes... u twins separated... one will be suppressed and the other will be suppressive.... funny part of such movies is when they both meet and say “ you look exactly like me” and at theatres people will be “ wow!! Wonderful!!” .Hello people Sridevi== Sridevi will return always true. One more part is they both WILL exchange their locations to teach the negative(observation here is there will be a gang of negative roles here, not a single one. One negative page 3 kinda aunt is also available for sure) people a lesson!

4. Bhoot movie
Ladies will be the bhoot always...( I think men should apply for a 33% reservation there!! ;)) .They prefer white sarees... (I would suggest the idea of using them in surf excel, areal and tide ads.. I mean they are the high priority customers...)They leave their hair loose... and best part.. they sing song that are all time hit!!!! My question.... y do they sing song??? That too at odd times.... But one thing I appreciate about this kind of movie (thanks to the Hollywood counterparts.. )they are evolving.. from just entering human bodies now a days they enter TV, Mobile, elevators, Escalators all possible things...

5.Suspense/thriller/crime movies
These movie day by day are getting stupid. Forget of movie for a minute CID is a serial that is featured in Sony entertainment television. Idiocy is at top. We just buy it saying may be in future tech will improve this much.. Imagine one day one of our client a hard fan of such a movie coming to us to develop something like that... Our firms will accept is saying most challenging project... Think of our plight... Hence these movies should be banned... IT professional should submit a memo to the govt to take action against such movie.. else like farmer today we may find S/w enggs committing suicide..

6.Love story
Poor boy rich girl (if audience demand a different love story or a variety swap them I mean rich boy poor girl) and they meet in train, bus, auto, disco ,temple depending upon the easily available place for shooting. Then the villain will be the rich dad of course... he’ll offer a suitcase full of money( they open it and show each time to give the clarity for audience) then ask the hero to forget heroine(90% money is offered to heroes).. Hero rejects... result.. kidnap of his family members( mostly mother or a bin bihaayi behen) then chase and dishum dishum. Finally at the end dad accepts their love.. moral “laathoke bhoot, bathonse nahi maanthe” in short... CRAP!!!

7.Police or social responsibility
Issue??? anything .Our country is full of issue. So this type of movie owes variety... the hero “ONE MAN ARMY” takes the responsibility to clean the city, at times the country from evil deeds(villain’s bread and butter)He’s sure to have a sister and/or mom for the senti scenes.. Kidnap chase, dishum dishum as usual.. only change is here and there we can have court scenes(I love those “your honour” dialogues) else drag in media ( few photographers and journalists) to ask opinions about the hero to common man.( they’ll say he’s Bhagwan)

8. Brother/sister senti
One big bro or sis (rarely still does we have a few) will do anything and everything for his/her siblings. One fine day the siblings forget what their Bro/sis had done for them( audience should say... “how mean”) and another finer day they remember what they forgot.. The End.

9. Mahabharata/Ramayana
I don’t need to say ,u guys can guess it!! Here we already have a script ready...

Other than these we have really different / hatke movies.. countable ones though... Still I love Indian Cinema (after all it’s so predictable!!!! ) .

3 Cheers to Banglore!!!!

2010-10-20T13:47:00.002+05:30

Yup its 3 years… seems it was yesterday when my dad dropped me in this crowded city and left. 3 years of new friends, 3 years of new responsibilities, 3 years of profession, 3 years of changes in personal life. Ups and downs , forwards and backwards, left and rights of these 3 years in my life, I had one thing in common was this city. I believe it supported me a lot. I love Bangalore!!!!

I remember the day I packed my bags and came to this city,for once and for all. My dad got me in to a paying guest accommodation (suffocated living I would rather say). Good we had a stay of a week in a transit for a week or so. We 4 girls (me, Archi, Manu and Sherya) had awesome fun at “transit living”. Even today whenever I pass by the building I feel “hey… It’s still there” (and believe me I should ask this… we had rats there in that accommodation.. that to huge ones… they were like terrors for us). I made few new friends there who were like friends for ever. Indu, Femy, Prathibha, Bilky (sorry if I missed any here). In office I got some more friends like Sumathi,Shalilesh,Shine, Paru, Madhu,Prateek,Nithin,Mohan,Chathan, Luttu, Hashim and all.
Then a life in PG. We three sharing a room. Manu, Archi and me. Our guest to the room was Soujanya the new entry to our gang from the next room. She was Archi’s friend and worked in our firm. She was traumatized by some working women’s hostel warden so she had to run from there and joined our PG (which we were traumatized by) Poor girl she was an odd one out. She was serious about her life career and all… which none of us were. She took some time to adjust with us. But she was amicable. Then the PG remained of Raksha, Sandhya and Priyadarshini.
Food and hygiene was an issue for me at PG. I remember the PG aunty and me fighting for the number for chapatis (and I calling a friend who spent almost his 6 years in hostel by then to cry out my heart on this, He in turn made a big comedy on that), how she used to have whole of her family and extended families invited to the PG during the weekends when all the girls were at home. We almost went out on every weekend to avoid sitting in PG and get irritated. PG WAS A HELL!!!
Then finally we decided “PG aunty will never improve. Will take an independent house and will move on to live there.”
We 4 got a rented house (where Soujanya is still staying I believe). It was a freedom to live, speak, learn laugh.. good… each one of us miss it even today. It was good. There also we had “AUNTY” but a different one… here the problem was “stopping problem”. She can go nonstop with her blah blah blah… anyone’s encounter with AUNTY will be a fun for all others… she used to tell same thing again and again…may be “short term memory loss” “GHAJINI”. My encounter were limited as I had my Late nights at office on a full course. I used to leave at 6 am and come at 4 am next day morning. Now I don’t do that. Learning lessons from experience is good!!!;)
Her husband was a fatherly figure to all us. Soft and less spoken person. We had a guest for a few days stay there Rekha. She never used to speak anything. I believe we never gave a chance. Preparing for KAS. She didn’t clear that time I guess.. no wonder I, Manu and Archi were there na.
Later one by one we got married and our life drifted apart. Then I shifted to KR Puram. BMTC travel started here. BMTC travels and adventures have already made entries here.
I dono what was my problem in bus. I was always in a mood of jumping off the bus even before the bus comes to my stop. After jumping I would wonder “where I’m?”
Later transfer to Banshankari office to Silk borad office. Attending interviews. Getting jobs in different cities. But never want to leave Bangalore. Not because I’m settled here. Not it’s the IT hub. I like it.
Then back to West campus. Shifting to vijaynagar back. Then shifting to Bannergatta road house. All fun.
Now negative of this city as all say I to have to say:
Traffic is sick I agree but u see a point in it. In office u r a professional ,at home u are a total homely person. So u need a mental transition from one to another which needs time. Take the time while u r stuck up in a jam. Finish thinking about ur office stuffs and start thing of ur home while leaving office. While leaving home do the reverse process. (it doesn’t work every time . Still u can try. For few it may work)
Water is a big issue in Bangalore. I begged BWSSB to provide water and they said “2012 madam u’ll get”. I want them to watch the movie “2012”.
Electricity in summer when u need to run ur fan and AC u’ll not have it. I called the KEB line man and asked him y is it so he said “CM has to get it” I asked from where “from kerala” . I asked my cousins staying there ..they said they have power cuts. I thought may be our CM might have taken it from there and is on his way back. ;)
Price of almost everything is high. U can’t complain on this. Because u taught them u can give them more so they ask u. Bloody thing… didn’t recession hit them eh?
Auto!!!???? Auto driver have a meter which will be on “ayudha pooja for 365 and a ¼ day” they always say 20rs, 40rs if u say “meter haaki” response “agalla madam”. Normal auto conversations here
U: majestic?
He: no
U:y?
He: they’ll have pre paid system and we have to stand there madam
U: u just leave me outside it
He: it’s to far. My house is nearby here. It’s late. I have to go home. (If u have to go home. What r u doing here ? y cant u go and sleep back home?)
U: please?
He: 250Rs
U: meter?
He: no madam
U: 250 too much
He: then I can’t come.
U: ok 200Rs please. I may miss my bus
He: 230Rs last madam
U: ok.
U may feel u pay extra for talking so long with a useless not so hardworking idiot and being dropped at a distance away from your destination. Made a fool out of urself easily.
Other than the people and the system the city is good (don’t ask me wat’s left other than the people and the system. Weather, place, malls so many things are there.. find it urself)
3 Years in Bangalore was worth living and was a great learning in life!!! Hope I would see it with its metro running some day or rather put it “Living to see Bangalore with Namma metro on rails!!!!”

I learnt I can make people laugh.

2010-05-03T17:48:00.000+05:30

Hi! The 117 story was a hit don’t know if it was the post or the popularity of 117… anyways thanks. After that post I thought I should write about this “big on stage blunder” I did in collage with 117!!! Many of our buddies know the incident, but don’t know what exactly happened there. Many might after reading this will ask me a question “REALLY????”

It happened in our final year. Some fest from our dept was happening and we both were in the ORGANISING side. Now don’t ask me “how did u get there?”, “who the hell got 2 dumbos into organizing?” It was like a gang thing. Ours was a big gang so what ever happened in the dept it was by default organized by us. Hence we being a part of that big gang were put to do the organizing.
Well the thing was a simple paper presentation competition. As we were 4 of us ,less blunders happened (but still few things happened!! You see we never allow things to be normal)
There are so many things coming to my mind about that fest… Tabu’s antyakshari was fun. I and 117 almost fought on the Hum Aapke Kaun Hai dog’s name, just to know its name was “Tuffy!” Tabu made antyaksari tough for us 
The situation which I want to put here is not all these. It was the last item from our batch. Idea was again by “Tabu, the great”. She said that it should be interesting at the end ,than just a lot of speeches and vote of thanks. She said it’ll be better if we, “ the final years” perform a skit. I knew, I was pathetic at acting. In school I was kicked out of a drama. It was the tale of Cinderella. I was supposed to play Cinderella’s step mother. Kahani mei twist was, Cinderella was my friend. Why was I thrown out??? Cos Cinderella used to laugh when ever her step mom (ME) used to beat her…………….Finally my teachers found that Cinderella and step mom are actually having fun, they replaced me. DHANNN! There ends my acting.
Now suddenly I thought “Hey It was long back in primary I did all such thing. Now I’m almost about to get graduated. I may have acquired the talent of acting.” Tabu had almost like 5 to 6 skits. So she wanted different people to act in each one. She was very choosy about the actors (But as we were her friends may be she didn’t have a choice!! Well…. who knows that.. yup Tabu knows ;) )
Then finally I got into a skit along with 117. Skit was like….A wealthy man comes to purchase a bungalow and tells to a person near that its fine blah blah blah and that he wants buy it. Finally he asks the person “Per meine suna hai ki yahan pe bhoot raha karthee hai?” for that the person replies “Mujhe kya patha. Mujhe tho mare hue 20 saal hogaye”
Well these were not the original dialogues. Tabu sorry for editing your skits dialogues. Actually the part of the wealthy man was offered to me. But I turned it down…Why???? Due to date issues …...No due to dialogue issues. Dialogues were too lengthy and I was not able to remember them and Tabu was rigid on the words being used, hence my idea of using synonyms was put off. Tabu was sad, still she said ok. (she was sad as she thought the ghost role suits 117 more than me!!!!)
So finally I was supposed to play a ghost with just a dialogue!!!! Simple na!!! NOOOOOOOOO!!! Please. I couldn’t even say that dialogue. I said that I want it to be cut short. Tabu agreed! Still I’m not through. I said “hey whats in words Tabu. It should be ok with the synonyms also. Main point is people should understand na? I think we can go with my own dialogue which means the same as the original” Tabu was totally off. She was fixed on one thing “Anyways she’ll do whatever she likes. She has almost spoiled my play. What’s the point in holding on words?” Other who were there during the rehearsals were also pissssssssssssssssed of that they also started pressuring Tabu to accept. They might be thinking “areee……. That skit is gone……. forget that… we have ours. So let’s practice them.” Tabu said “YES!!!” So It was almost “mera man maani” than Tabu’s skit. I somehow was happy I’m saying the dialogue now (Actually I was saying what I see as a dialogue.)
Finally it was lunch time. So I went home for lunch. I told mom, sis and dad that I was going to act today. Dad was as normal started mocking. Others joined. I never take their opinion because they tell me the truth. I told mom I want to make it more real and I should look like a ghost. She said no need for makeup u look one naturally. Truth is always bitter!!! But damn thing is still a truth.
I had lunch and returned. Rehearsals were on full swing. I too rehearsed (WHAT??? I don’t know.) Then as the rest part of the fest was happening. We went to see it. Being a part of the audience and passing funny comments was easy!!! And lovely!!! Then the whole thing was over with vote of thanks.

Now show time!!!!! Tabu, the director, was ready with her script and actors. She had a series of skits and had arranged it in a sequence. So mine was last but one skit. So we had time. The skit before mine was of Vinay. I remember this because………………….. I’ll let u know soon.
As each skit had 2 members 2 microphones akka mikes were provided. The stage had 2 tables at 2 ends and had one entrance. First table was near the entrance and another at the far end of the stage. Vinay and his partner finished their skit. Vinay kept the mike at the far end table. And his partner at the entrance table. 117 and I entered the stage. She being surprisingly smart that day took the mike near the entrance and “STARTED HER DIALOGUE”. I was like S***. Oye wait let me get the mike. I rushed towards the mike took it and rushed to my position when 117 gave me a look.. I was like “WHAT????” Then it dawn to me… seems like madam has finished her part now it’s my time. I said my dialogue.
Then came my life’s “Jhoor ka chadka dheerese lage”. No response from audience. I mean that’s the limit. I didn’t see anyone laughing or at least mocking or says what a bad acting or what a bad joke. I felt such an audience. I out of shock or I don't know out of what ,suddenly I started to laugh on stage. On seeing me laugh audience laughed. I didn’t know what to do next 117 was equally confused. I saw all other skit guys equally perplex. Tabu the director had really bad time of her life with me she signaled me to come out of the stage.
I and 117 left the stage and asked what happened? Why were people not reacting? One girl asked “What did u say???” I was like “EH????” What does she mean to say? NO ONE HEARD MY DIALOGUE. Then many things dawn to me. I got to know my mistake. But I didn’t tell anyone. I was scared if Tabu will kill me of doing such stupid things on stage. Later after the fest I told few people what happened. I don’t know how many remember that now.

What happened was ……………. Vinay is a prompt person so he kept the mike on the table and made a point to SWITCH IT OFF before he placed it. I in hurry (Cos of that IDIOT 117 who started her dialogue once she was on stage with mike.)took the mike came to my position and said the dialogue. What happened was. I FORGOT TO SWITCH ON THE MIKE!! I made fun of myself by laughing like an idiot on stage.
Now I know I can make people laugh!!!

About a person, like my reflection.

2010-04-08T22:34:00.003+05:30

Yup long time since I paid any attention to this space. Last when I wrote it was 2009, now its 2010. Tooooooooooo looooooooooooooooooooooooong gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaap. I know how much you guys are waiting for my post, like u wait for an Aamir movie. (Accept it na... for my happiness.... plz......)
So as the title, I would like to write about some beings who all r like me, IDIOTS. But don’t accept to don the title on them. They all enjoyed my posts here and called me proudly IDIOT. I’m one, I know, by now u all know. As I said u won’t have a life span to do all the mistakes by yourself and so learn from other’s mistakes. I learned from these IDIOTS. I know my life span is going to be reduced reasonably after I put this post out here. Still a brave me is here with my next post. (Copyrights reserved to me. Whatever I write is final and no corrections here. After all, it’s my blog)
Introducing this girl, whom I know her from my 1st Physics Lab external in engineering( I guess). She is one of my all time good friends (u see the common factor that brought us together? Yup!!! IDIOCY ). We spent nice moments of our college life together. We had same thinking and we used to laugh at things together which others used to take heavily serious. She was the usual load (As I used to call her...) on my scooter pillion seat for 3 long years. Used to see my sem results and info me. We were bench mates. In practical classes again batch mates. So totally WE WERE ALWAYS TOGETHER. On seeing each other we used to get confidence I guess, that even Idiots can live life happier than Intels. There are many such incidents that’ll win her “THE BEST IDIOT EVER AWARD” from me. “I won’t give it to you. No. Its Mine.”
People who know both of us by now might have guessed who’s that girl. I’m not supposed to tell her name here, cos that’s the condition.(Pssssss... but I can anytime add her photo. That was not mentioned in the conditions. She’s an IDIOT and proof is this!) Hmmm.....For our reference will call her.............. hmmmmmmmmm......... yup 117!! Her hostel room number was 117 I stayed in that room as a guest for 15 days. I used to be a regular visitor there. Oye!! 117 dont think too much .I went through my old diaries to get this number....
So in our initial days of friendship, I used to feel strange about this girl. She was tooooooooooooooo sincere (which I can’t even imagine.) toooooooooooooooooooo truthful (which actually irritated me and our practical session batch mate a lot.) A Cry baby..... Many say and believe I spoiled her. After getting into my friendship she changed. But trust me It was a good change and she didn’t change that much also she was the same but many didn’t notice it before. Later when they started noticing. Their shock they expressed as “Ani... you have spolied that poor girl....” I’ll be like... Excuse me!! Give me a break!!! Who changed whom???
I’ll tell what happened!! She used to sit in 1st bench and nod at each and every word the lecturers used to utter.( don’t know if it was because she understood or she was dozing off). She thought playing games (Like totha udd... chidiya udd... another IDIOT taught us this, Bollywood, Bingo, Dots, passing the message... ) Assignments are to be done not copied (Come on... I didn’t change this ,as I used to copy it from her and if she didn’t do then where will I go).Should not talk in class. Should always pass and score in internals. Should not bunk classes.
Later she started to sit in last benches, bunk classes, score single digits in internals, play, talk and sms during class hours. Trust me people I DIDNT DO ANYTHING. I’m so influential that, I can’t help it.
Incident 1:-

It was during our initial friendship days I was staying in her room, which mean I was her roommate then. It was the time when strikes in college were at peak. Our college had (It still has) 2 gates, back gate and front gate. During the Strikes both the gates were closed and student reps will guard them. Only during those times I feel like getting inside the college (I meant college not class.) because for me its adventure to go in passing the reps. That day we were walking from Hostel to college for our morning classes, we saw many students coming back. On asking them we came to know that there was a boycott of classes from the union side. Demands I don’t know. I was not an active member in all these things. They were a different world for me.
Now 117 and I were thinking should we go and check the front gate. Finally don’t know what happened I left with one of my other friend to the front gate. She didn’t come I guess. On reaching the front gate we saw it was guarded by the watchmen who had clear instructions from Principal to allow students inside and union was not supposed to stop any student entering. So, we were actually pushed in. I was happy I achieved something. Now what??? I thought we should go out and try getting in again. But the girl who drove me in was not insane like me. She was quiet sincere (I hate it) She dragged me to the class. As Canteen and other possible hide outs were closed on that day, I followed her. Cursing her. We entered the class. My only relief at that time could have been “FREE ATTENDANCE”. Which means no lecturer will teach anything. They’ll just walk in and take attendance and leave. But.. My prayers were in vain and I was put to that pain. We had all the morning 4 hours that day. I was thinking of 117 enjoying in hostel. I felt jealous of her. Finally lunch break. After that all the later classes were suspended I guess. Whatever I went back to hostel and didn’t come back for the afternoon session. I went to our room which was crowded with our batch mates. (It used to be like that as there were no seniors in this room. Full gossiping happened here. Hostel stories can be a big post here sometime later.) I entered and saw 117 hopping. She used to and still hops a lot. Don’t know why???I never cared as I can’t or never even tried to imagine her without hopping. She asked me where have u been???? I was like.. What!!! She was asking as if I had been lost. And common I was not that hoppy as her after my 4 hours back at college. I said “Eh???!!!! As if you don’t know. I and the other girl went to check the front gate na.. It was open. We went in.” Her face changed, eyes widened, dropped her head and looked up at me only lifting her eyelids and not head in a lower voice “You attended the class?” I said “ Yup!!!” Her face turned red. First I thought she supported the union and my attending class hurt her belief in me. Then her eyes turned red... I felt she’s going to eat me raw. (She’s a veggie. That was a relief.) Then it came... TEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was like “?????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!” She started to sob uncontrollably. Everyone in the room was like me. FULL CONFUSED!!! Some less shocked girls tried to enquire what happened. (No.. Not me... I was hell shocked!!!) Then she said while sobbing... “I couldn’t attend.” I was like “What? Attend what?” She continued... “I couldn’t attend the class...” I was “WHAT!!!!! She’s sobbing for not doing something that I did and am sobbing for doing that. EH???!!!!” I couldn’t understand this girl. “Oye... Give me a break, and explain actually why are you sobbing?????” I felt like screaming and asking this question but didn’t do it, because many girls consoling her gave me stare like the way I was a spoiled kid and I snatched the favourite toy of kid 117 and poor thing as crying because of me. I was like “Hey..... Please chill u loving mummies of 117 and please console me. Try to pinch me and tell me what’s happening is a bad dream. Else I may go into coma............” But no. All were consoling her. Some girls started talking logically and said... bunking a class is not a big thing. It should happen usually and it’s fun. One girl said she was thrown out off the class for making noise and was standing outside the class. She felt hungry and so she went to canteen to have something. While returning the lecturer who sent her out of the class caught her red handed. All were laughing. 117 also. I was not enjoying. I still demanded a valid explanation from 117. After a long “Blah Blah Blah” from all, she recovered from her sorrow (the great loss) and I from my shock. First thing that I decided that day was. Cut her friendship else, she’ll spoil me. ;)
After that we discussed this thing many times.. I asked her “Why did u cry that badly?” She said “I felt guilty of not attending.” I said “WHAT!!!” Later, I told this to all our other friends and made fun of her. She finally felt that she quiet over reacted then and laughed the incidents off.

Lots of 117 to follow, if I still be alive after this post sees day light. (Excuse me! It’ll not go for a morning walk. I meant publishing it. At times I try to be poetic. I’m terrible at that. I accept. But still I try).

Celebrating Idiocy 1(just to keep a count if possible..)

2009-05-06T13:29:00.000+05:30

This was the incident which inspired me to send the mail to my friends who all in turn asked me to star a blog.

Here I go:

April 17 2009 is the day.I was supposed to attend an interview for internal project allocation process.(In our industry once u complete a project or you goof it up you will be released from the project. Once you are released you'll be in the company almost jobless.To get into another project i,e to get a job again you need to clear few rounds of interviews).Interviewer was in one office and I was in another.So eventually I was suppose to travel to show it up there.

I being I never check my official mails in proper intervals. So I saw this mail of interview at 9 30am.I read I need to meet one lady at 11:30am in phase 1 building , 4th floor , seat number 255. I asked the reception in my office building about the next shuttle to the place where I had interview.She said "Ma'am at 11:45 am there is a shuttle".I was like "Shit!!".If I have checked my mails properly the day before then I could have directly gone to that office.Anyways I dont believe in thinking of the past and wasting the present and hindering my future.So I decided I'll get an auto from this office(office A) to that office(office B) at 10 am(why on earth should i reach there early?This is my attitude for everything!!!).

I got an auto at around 10:10am(time is precious.I'm enough rich so gave 10 mins away).Without any trouble than the usual Bangalore traffic I reached office B at about 10:45 or so.I had some other work there so thought of doing it(Work was meeting some people and sort of things).At 11:25 am I realised "Arey!!! I came here for an interview right!!!".Suddenly,"oh!!!!Its 11:25 interview at 11:30.Dumbo.. run!!!".

Guys remember the address???Phase 1, 4th floor ,255 seat.I being in the company for more than an year know where is Phase 1.I entered the lift and believe me I was quiet good at numbers and I’m still . Hence I know 4=4.so pressed 4.I reached 4th floor. Now the problem appeared…Seat 255!!!!! Where is it? Obviously on 4th floor I know but in which direction??? Pity me!!! I have only seconds before 11:30am.My interviewer might be a time bound person(for my good stars she wasn’t. I waited for nearly 10 mins after all the drama).How would I know if she’ll send me back for the reason I was late. No She can say I’m technically crap!!!Never mind!!! But this is hard to digest for me(I know what u all will be saying…”As if…” right??? ).So as soon as I entered the floor I didn’t waste my time I rushed to the small enclosure( cann’t call it a room.I don’t think there was a door because I didn’t knock it.(Please I have the bad habit of knocking things that come in my way.So I do knock doors even)).I went straight into it. I said ”Excuse me..”!!3 heads turned

1.COO(co-founder)
2.My Business Stream Vice president(co-founder)
3.A nice person who finally helped me(sorry dono the name so will call it as Anonymous head).

I stood there thinking if I should ask.Said “Actually…………………………” COO was expecting something big.His eyes wide opened.His mouth open even wider.VC he was shocked at once .The anonymous head was like what went wrong in the organization the girl is here. I was still thinking,but as usual I act hours before I finish thinking,I said “I’m sorry for this but………”.This created more tension on their faces. Then I asked “May I know Where does seat number 255 fall on this floor!!” .

The anonymous head was like what’s the matter with this girl???She only found COO and VC of the organization to know about its building’s geography.VC was yet to take what I said.He looked highly confused and regaining his senses.COO is quiet fast in this.He couldn’t control his Laughter.(His smile is no doubt million dollar worth!At least at that tensed moment I felt so.)

I quickly added ”I’m sorry !!It was bit urgent and I didn’t know whom to…….”(I guess by the time I finished thinking. Hence was trying to cover up.)COO and VC said together ”No no… no issues.. no problem”. Anonymous head came running out to help me. Asked ”Whom u want to meet?” pushing me out of the room. Then I dono what happened inside. This good man(the man who actually owns the anonymous head) guided me to the cubicle. Seems Like this head has a name for sure which many knows in my company very well but not me. He’s also a big shot for sure.

Later I learnt from my friends that there was a board above the doors written clearly the name of the COO and VC.I didnt see the doors only how on earth will i know about the board

Now I’m at office A .where the CEO, the Chairman and other founders are located.God save me(or is it save them.)

Still I'm celebrating my Idiocy!

Introduction

2009-05-06T11:57:00.001+05:30

Hi,

I never thought of blogging though I used to read a lot.Something happened which made me think of blogging seriously is what written below.

I am person who celebrates everything in life from happiness to sorrows,cleverness to idiocy, prosperity to poverty and so on almost everything.

I believe living through such situations are worth celebrating.So when it comes for celebration the first thing that comes to my mind(I think it comes to everybody)is FRIENDS. I make friends with those people who are almost like me i,e ready for celebrations any time be it anywhere in school,college or now at work place.I am very choosy about friends coz i dont want to bug my head coz of my bad choice of friends.

Idiocy and foolishness are part and parcel of my life.I know its for most of us the same way. Some of us hide it but some(Like me) exhibit it to others lavishly.I belive in exhibiting coz as the saying says"Learn from others mistakes cos life is not that long enough to commit all mistakes by ourselves and learn from them".Hence I am doing a sort of social service(shabhaash......... to myself).

Recently at my office i did something that was listed under the heading "IDIOCY" so as I am located in a different building from that of my friends I sent a mail to all of them to celebrate (and help them learn from my mistakes) it. Few of them liked the mail so much that they asked me to start a blog.

Hence here I am to celebrate My Life on blog. Please Welcome me.