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Unexpected & Expected Benevolence

February 27, 2010 4 comments

I was in Hyderabad few days ago. After years of Chennai is thrust upon you, one seemingly small incident is enough toย  make your eyes roll out in disbelief. An auto-wallah agreed to drop us to a place 100 metres away free of cost!

Khali jaa raha hoon, tumhe wahaan tak chhod deta hoon.

When was the last time something even moderately close to that happened in Chennai? But let’s not talk about Chennai at all. Let’s come to the second incident.

I called a friend at 1:15 am, an hour ago. As expected, he was asleep. I woke him up and asked for some help on a recent thing I have caught up with. He was too interested and we talked for about half an hour. The voice in my head that guided me was friendship’s child. And it feels good to see it grow stronger day by day. ๐Ÿ™‚

Here you find supremely united cartels of autos idling at the signals. They would prefer to rot there throughout the day over charging passengers a genuine fare.

2010, so far

February 16, 2010 10 comments

I would have loved to place micro-blogging as the alibi for my absence from here. But I fail to frequent there too. So let me just say that this blog, like most others at some point, was in a state of why and what to blog? It is still that way, and I really don’t know how long this will continue.

2010 so far has been pretty much, umm… normal. The first day of the year saw me boozing with a couple of friends in my hometown. That was a first and if signs are to be believed, the rest of the year seemed promising!

I had my DDP review shortly after mid Jan, which was not a thing to be worried about, in spite of the roaring fact that I had hardly worked. We went to Bachcha and FKD’s house for one last time. Of course we didn’t know that it would be the last time. But as always we had drinks and it was worthwhile.

Neta and Bhondu landed up in Chennai during Saarang. We all had a fun night-out at Kovalam, raising toasts Patiala pegs (delivered splendidly by Bhondu) to friendship.

If you think 2010 so far has been all about drinking, let me tell you it’s not! I bought the Chennai edition of Times Food Guide. It is a great thing to have for all foodies. For me, I just want to eat something good when the hunger pangs start. And of course I want to try new places. Hence the food guide. I wonder what took them so long to release the Chennai edition. I would have loved to lay my hands on it earlier, had it been around. Next time anyone wants advice about eat-outs or bars/pubs in Chennai or Mahabalipuram, do contact me. Of course it’s a free service.

Ishqiya was good! Arshad Warsi was too good! I still didn’t see MNIK. Though the high ratings and good reviews almost compelled me to watch it, Neta ordered otherwise.

This time almost everyone in my wing participated in the Road Race, as you must have seen in the previous post. It was sweet. And it does feel a lot easier when you run just for the fun of it. I had run the race in my first year and since then I was on a hiatus. It feels good to have finally broken free in the final year.

I hate Google Buzz. In my first year when I used to make wing newsletter by the same name, I didn’t think that four years later Google will make me hate that very word!

So far, so good? No. The bad and sad parts are there, even in 2010. The DDP for one. But let’s not dwell on them. 2010 will be about books. More fiction, less non-fiction. Reading too much of the latter is dangerous for your reading habits.ย  But before that, the remaining period in IITM will be about treats to juniors.

I hope to return with another post soon. Hope this blog recovers soon. ๐Ÿ™‚

Final Year Road Race

February 12, 2010 13 comments

Before the Road Race

After the Road Race

OCD? Or is it?

February 6, 2010 10 comments

I get pissed off when someone re-sizes my GTalk window. Or if my Firefox is sporting a look other than the default one (even if it is Wikipedia showing up instead of Google in the Search Engines box next to the Awesome Bar). But as they say, it’s better to be pissed off than to be pissed on. I pity the guys who occasionally have to bear the brunt ofย  my Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, if I may call it so.

Any attempt to make a list will be incomplete, because you never know what new thing may come in your way to irk you. That extra space between two words in a document? That change in aspect ratio of a digital image? It can be anything, anywhere, anytime.

And then are a whole lot of things that don’t really bother you. The spare, dysfunctional headphones are lying on a corner of the table. So what? Let them rest there. The pattern on the roof of the restaurant, though lacking perfection, seems appealing. Things like that make you wonder if the whole concept of pulling off a Monica Geller must apply to each and every sphere of daily activities before you can call yourself as one with OCD.

That brings me to the lasting debate on what dictates art forms? Strict guidelines or raw spontaneity? It takes a lifetime of scholarship to understand, appreciate and use the principles and guidelines in art. On the other hand, something very amateur at times appeals as much to the casual observer. Poor scholar’s defense hardly finds an utterance in such situations.

Yes, confusion. And that’s when living in the moment seems rewarding. ๐Ÿ™‚