Ever since I have come back from Nasik I have this thriller story in my mind which I want to write but I can’t seem to get the peace of mind that I need to fulfill it. Neverthless once I complete it I am going to display it here for you guys to rate me as an author :-)
3 comments November 12th, 2005
I was supposed to have cut a cake in the office on the 8th. They take contributions from the staff to bring a cake for the birthday guy/gal and all the members gather in the conference room to do the honours. This time there was no such thing arranged for me. It’s delayed I am sure and if not then I hope someone remembers it. I have no memory left of the time I last cut a cake. I must’ve never cut it I am sure with my orthodox grandpa around the house. So I want to cut it now! Amongst the ones who have wished me - belated or otherwise - I thank each one of you for making this day special for me. There were a few individuals who I wanted to be with me on this day but alas! it wasn’t to be.
An interesting incident of today was a phone call from a friend of mine. This friend is special because we talk only on the phone and we have not met for over a year now. She called me today to wish me, totally ignorant about the fact that my birthday is on the 7th and not the 9th. When I revealed the true date I was drawn into a small argument about the veracity of my claim! This was so funny and we both laughed at the same time.
Birthday wishes are still being posted on SurfUnion, my birthday cake has yet to come under the knife and I am still receiving belated calls for wishes. My birthday this year is far from over folks.
November 9th, 2005
It’s a joyous occassion for me everytime I wake up on 7th November. It’s my birthday on this day and I strive hard to make it special. Over a period of time I have realised the importance of enjoying this day all by myself. I have some special things lined up like buying a gift for myself. I am still thinking about what I need at this point of time. So wish me goodluck for the coming year :-)
The birthday this year is also unique in one way. I will be celebrating it all alone for the first time. :-)
4 comments November 7th, 2005
It has become a routine affair for me and I have sort of given it my full support. I escape from all the cacophony & smoke of Mumbai to my hideout in the tranquil arms of Nasik (pronounced ‘Nashik’ in Marathi). My hideout is an apartment in the outskirts of the pilgrimage city - around 7 kms from the heart - in a secluded sleepy village called Gangapur. It’s a sprawling project called Tulip Eden and the builder told me it has now become known in local circles as ‘Eden Gardens’ (he’s also contemplating changing the name of the project). As long as it has no relation with the sound and spree associated with the cricket ground in Kolkata, I am happy.
The place has no chance for entertainment except for a 14″ B/W TV belonging to the Soviet era. No, it’s not Russian made but we bought it when Soviet Union was still there. It still gives a clear picture and some sound as well and not to mention that one has to be content with only 2 government channels. No music systems and no no-nonsense stuff here. My father wanted this place to be quite and peaceful and we have respected that to some extent. It is an absolutely therapeutical experience to live in this room and unwind after 365 days of consistent slogging and bantering with the Mumbai lifestyle.
Continue Reading 2 comments November 4th, 2005
Today was a meeting with Richard from TATA Infotech Ltd.. He wanted some help in GUI design and I gave him a discourse on Usability. After 5 hours of confabulations he left with a satisfied look on his face, even wishing me ‘happy birthday’ in advance. You see I love talking. And I love when people appreciate it like Richard did.
There are also times when nothing comes out of your mouth and you are left smiling. This happens when ’she’ is around and you wonder what to do next. That instant is so difficult that a simple ‘Hi’ seems like you’re chanting some sanskrit mantra and mispronouncing it completely. You fumble and fumble until you give up and turn back to your seat. Those are really tough times mind you. The one place where I resist talking loudly is the suburban train. There might be some prying relative of mine who would report my gabfest to my peers and I would land myself in deep trouble. But I do take my chances always.
The tongue is a dangerous weapon. Much more dangerous then all of Bush’s WMDs. If you use it judiciously you will win laurels if not then be ready for a quarrel. I have got a unique quality of being misunderstood most of the time. I am also construed to be rude when my intentions have been purely noble. I have lost a few folks for this ‘misconduct’. People love to do that to me. Not that I care about it because the insecurities they possess are their own. All said and done, I love to talk and wag my tongue.
2 comments October 27th, 2005
