nostalgia
I went to college on Thursday. Most of the students had gone home. Went to library,Hostel and cafeteria. This made me realize that how much i miss my college. every place there has some memory associated with it. I really miss the quality time i spend there. Perhaps now i realize the meaning of nostalgia. If i srart blogging about my college then the saga would never end. A walk to the library refreshed the memories of placement season and the struggle associated with it.
I realized what my college meant for me after leaving it. Now only 1 more formality of presentation is left then i have to bid it final good bye 
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Indeed those were the best days of my life.
PS: The pic is of “The great wall of Thapar”
I shouldn’t be blogging now. I am sick. Sick of all the news channels who have nothing substantial to show but even then they pop in with a breaking news every 15-20 minutes.
I read an article in HT today regarding it and followed news channels throughout the day and realized that Mr Hazara was true.
All the stuff regarding petrol prices fiasco was really irritating. I still don’t know when the media will grow up.
Early morning on news channels “Crude prices are up 90%+ So price hike is inevitable”. Every 2nd minute channels come up with some experts who justify such move. Fair enough we are educated (ok that sparks a controversy … that I’ll discuss some other time) and understand that this is inevitable and nothing can stop it.
Later in the afternoon when prices are hiked then like a chameleon our Indian news channels change their stance completely. Now they are criticizing the govt for such move. Like it was never required. Our desi channels came up with a funny captions like “Tel ke aansoo” “Har ghar me aag”. Dude WTF! Where were those experts now??
Now the scenario is different. News channels went to public and as expected people tried to be as rubbish as they can on TV.
Funniest and perhaps the worst of the lot was about LPG prices. aunties clad in expensive sarees and wearing jewelry that could even put bhappi lehri to shame were worried about 50 rs price hike of an LPG cylinder like it would cause havoc in their life. It deserves another WTF but I’ll save it for some other time.
I still can’t understand the concept behind petrol subsidy. Poor men don’t need it (Although they might be affected indirectly. in that I dont want to go coz I don’t want to ). The most affected person is a south Delhi resident who has to spend more to fill fuel tanks of his 9-10 sedans. But the chap in our case is so stinking rich that he doesn’t give a damn.
God save IOCL,BPCL,HPCL I still cant figure out how they are surviving.
Have to hit the sack now. Feeling really sleepy. Waking up at 6.30 AM is showing its effects on me now.
PS:- Read my previous post that P.S. applies here too.
The Training Diareis: The background
It is 12:39 Midnight and I have nothing else to do right now so I am blogging.
Today was a normal day at home. I had breakfast at 12:30 AM lunch at 5 PM and dinner just half an hour ago. Surfed internet for a few hours, watched a movie, 3 episodes of Seinfeld (Love that showJ) and now finally to this stuff. Anyone who has read my older posts will find this entire intro a cliché but anyways who cares.
I was going through old text messages in the inbox of my good old nokia 6600. I read an old message that I received when I was on the way to Delhi for the first time for my training. Now since the training is about to end (it is already over from our side but not officially) I wanted to crib something about my training from my memory.
So I will write a series of post titled “The Training Diaries” (All due respect to the masterpiece “The Motorcycle Diaries”).
So lets start the journey (I know this is boring stuff, but a few years down the line when I’ll read it then it would be a walk down the memory lane for me, like my posts about summer training. so I am addressing these posts to myself. People may call me insane but as they say “insanity is contagious” so beware!! (I know someone will be cursing me for killing grammar. but I cant help it ) )
“Remember Remember 13th of December” . That was the day my exams for 7th semester ended. I was almost shattered by my score of 18.5/100 in a subject and an E grade seemed to be inevitable. That was toughest time of my entire college life. Some sleepless nights and a few nightmares later I got my result and I cleared all the subjects. Then my mind shifted to my training.
Our fate was decided in aranya 2007 when I got placed in REL. We were on cloud nine at that time. HR promised a stipend that equaled CTC and that was 34000 PM. that was huge. Later it was reduced to a meager accommodation and food at Delhi. Still we got condolences that it is worth 8-9K P.M. and since you’ll be getting accommodation from Reliance then it is sure to be of very high standard. Still I missed a slot at freescale semiconductor that offered 14K P.M. and as my mentor said “array tumhara to chutiya kaat gye vo” (I don’t want to translate it).
It was a mixed emotion feeling. I was happy that I’ll be living in Delhi (so called the heart of India). I was sad as I had to leave my home and net and computer etc. Parents were unexpectedly cool about it.
There were 8 of us. 7 guys and a gal (now rambani don’t abuse me of using such lingo. that’s what I have been using for last 3 years and cant help it now ). I packed (ok ok mom did all packing) my stuff in 1 bag, a briefcase (The size of which still scares me) and a blanket. loaded it into a cab and started for Delhi. it was 20th jan 2008.
That’s enough for now. 2nd part will be published tomorrow (like anyone cares. That’s just to remind me that I have to type something tomorrow as well.)
P.S. :-
- If anyone finds something offensive, cheap and vulgar then I don’t care.
- Spammers fuck off
- Please comment on this post (you can abuse me. I’ll remove those comments but I have to read it so your purpose will be successful)
- And thanks for being a good reader and reading this far (Kick on your butt if you started reading from downwards, dude get a life)
Shambhavi
I dont know if i ever liked you on this show..but 1 thing is sure..now since you are gone i dont know i’ll ever watch this show again.. Shambhavi you rock!!!!!! great job….
TU,HDB and more………..
Today or tonight is the day when I am typing something for my blog after a month. No net access or laptop (or somebody’s daughter calls it Lapi..haha.. story some other time) at my place (this thing I must have repeated 100 times before now I am used to it.).
Flunked office today. I had a lame excuse for it. I informed my boss but still got a call from my mentor (god bless this man..saved our a***s for 2 months..now he is leaving I wish him all the best for future ). Well bosses are always like that so I don’t bother any more about his behavior.
I went to college today. I had to submit forms to Mr Jain. Luckily found him near his office and submitted the forms and then went to K lawns where had a bhoru session with juniors . it was like a walk down the memory lane . I remembered my 3rd year. It was awesome. Even better than this final year. Don’t want to go into details right now.
On my way back I saw HDB. She was wearing red suit and was looking stunning. I was really spellbound by her beauty. Her simplicity is a thing that is very hard to find in girls of
Enough for now. Gotta watch a movie now. Bye blog
Life in a metro…..
Hey blog !! I know it has been a long time since I wrote for you. Well today is the day. It has been nearly a month in
Now starting with this post.
I am really confused how to start. But I know as I type I will find something that will eventually lead to the post or will give it a meaning. ok so in that case lets begin with a brief description of life at
Life in a metro. This kind of life is hard initially but once you get used to it then it is not that bad as it seems when you first step out of your city. I belonged to
It was day 1 here and I got nearly run over by a santro. Thanks to a blueline that stopped at middle of a blind turn, That day amul lost his mobile in another blueline bus. I came to know that there are only 2 buses in
On day 2 I realized that it wasn’t that bad. At least company was great. Great work culture. No work and only culture to do nothing. Still it is paying handsomely so who cares.
Girls and Cars are in abundance here but the blogger is deprived of both of the things and it seems that it would be a long wait for anyone of the thing although the later one is easier to get.
The guest house allotted to us is good but certainly didn’t fulfill the expectations we had. But comparing it with interns of other companies who live at
The curse that wherever I study/work there cant be any beautiful (leave aside beautiful any 1) girl. Effectively no girl here at office no net mostly no work so time pass is very difficult. Only breath of fresh air is the girl at Adulus computer shop. A girl with brown eyes is cute too but we get to see her very rarely.
I visited some places at
Red Fort
Chandani Chowk (Paranthe wali gali rocks)
CP (
And few more places…….
I am dead tired of all the surfing today.. will sleep now and might come back with some post after 2 weeks.. bye blog
Sa Re Ga Ma Pa with Om Shanti Om team
I began to hate that show but for once i couldn’t resist watching it. Deepika was in it and she looked great in white saree.
The performances were awesome and Himesh i got another reason to hate you…. Raja gave a wonderful performance……. The show was good.. Worth downloading..
20-20 rules……….
It is 1:25 AM. I have perhaps the toughest exam of the semester but I am still online here chatting, orkutting, Blogging.
Anyways why I am here is a very controversial issue that has been a matter of great debate in our year. The phenomenon that we related with orkut till now, that is called scrapping. We are doing it faithfully and are ready to face dire consequences of it.
Well it was not the thing that got me here. Today is saw India v/s Pakistan 20-20 game and it rocked. Never witnessed such a cliffhanger. A friend has display name on orkut that says 5 of 3…1 of 2 ..1 of 1…tie.won..Datz 2020
I love cricket………. love 20-20….and love @#$%^^^^&&%%^^^^^ (don’t think it is crap.. it has a deep meaning.. that deep even I don’t know… lolz am I happy or crazy…. god knows…)
so it is final exam today and after that… the job hunt will start again.. Till then be bloggie.. (Yuk sees like I am talking to my pet dog.. side effects of FRIENDS series.. those stupid chandler jokes… )