Thou Shan't Fail

Arvind Kejriwalji,

Namaste.

Let me start with introducing myself. I’m a politically active citizen of India. Of my 6 years of right to vote I have witnessed 3 elections and have voted in all. I’m not a Delhites, hence all I know of you, your party and your philosophy is only through media peep hole. Now that you know me, allow me to congratulate me for the magic you have spelled. No, not that of coming from nowhere and becoming a chief minister, but for making the this country politically alive. We now have more of discussion in our lunch table and coffee breaks on political future of India rather than saying “Iss desh ka kuch nahi ho sakta”.

Thank you for being such a badass. J

Before we talk more, I shall confess that initially when you moved apart from the man who has led all his life fighting for what you say is your mission, I found you opportunist. I smelled that this is what you wanted from Day 1. But somehow sequence of events later and post declarations of results have changed my perception completely towards you.

I really don’t know how are going to fulfill all that you have promised. I also don’t know if all of that can be logically possible or not (all those who have many more grey hairs than me say that your promises are like “Mungerilal ke hasin sapne”). I also don’t know if you will get the required support from one’s who are all looking for one such opportunity to tear in pieces. I also don’t know if you have your own men with you or not. 

You are one that Yudhisthira in this Mahabharata where all can be as sinful as they want but you cannot afford to be wrong even a single time.  

But having said this all, I still want you to win. I wish your experiment with countries politics succeeds. And all this not for any other political party but for commoners (Aam Admi) like me who's just waiting for you to lose and then they can happily say - "You know I knew it. He's just another man like me. He can't do anything........just like me".

I want you to win to break the kind of scepticism we show today, no wonder we will never change and if someone from us try to bring a good change, we will pull that person down, beat him up and make a real good example for the rest of the world that he who tries to come forward will be meted with this consequence.

Sorry Aam Admi, pardon for being a rant. But we all are judgemental and critical. Instead of looking at the positives and be hopeful, we try to win our arguments by nit-picking the negatives. Yes they may be too bullish about their theories and they may fail and probably learn from them too. But they have shown good intent towards a positive change. They may fail and might fail by miles, but what they have already won is a hope. A hope that if I if I stand against the tide, I might “win” too.

You might term me as a blind supporter of AAP. I might be or might not be one. But one thing I definitely am not, I am not a cynical or a cribber who is waiting for AAP to fall and say "dekha, maine na bolta tha, ye kuch nahi kar sakte".

Wishing you Luck,

Asheesh.    

OOO

It's 11:30 in the night here, and I'm writing a big mail. Really big. 1927 words and 4 screenshots long mail. J

I admit that I like to write but if it is something geeky, it somehow grows  harder and harder by every line written. (And then there was a time when I used to think that I should move to my company’s technical writing team. Thankfully they didn't take me J). It has taken me good 4-5 hours to write the mail and I also don’t know number of redo, undo, deletes and pastes it has undergone. Anyhow , it is ready now. I have finally been able to sum up my emotion (read assumptions and doubts) into a mail. The email is now beautified with 4 screenshots evenly distributed all over the mail( just to make sure that 1927 words do not fall short to conveying my struggle, dilemma, grief & pain J).

All Set. One long breathe. Send Button Clicked. Husss……

By the time I took my hands long and tried to stretch them by few more inches of their actual size, came the response and it was….

“I'm out of office until 10^th-Nov-2013. In case of emergency. Call 911 J”.

I was broken. This world is for not for me. Whited Sepulcher, Nazi, Hypercritic blah blah…… and I logged off. But sooner I realized how cool it was J. And the thought was soon taken over by what I did when I out-of-office last.

It is the last day before I jail break. Who works on a day before the leaves, so wasn't I. I quickly handed over all the tasks to others and jumped back into to my workstation to write my out of office notification. Like a true programmer, I copied it from somewhere. Name, contact number, start date, end date, alternate contact customized and it is done.

Wait Wait…

Why contact number? Do I really want someone to bug me in my priceless afternoon nap with stupid  how-to-do-that things or for matter that make me attend a meeting when I should be enjoying the surrounding I'm in?

NO NO… Not at all. Contact details is struck out immediately. Gosh… I saved a deadly mistake. How smart ‘m I.J

Secondly, why would someone be interested in knowing from when to when ‘m I not visible in the office. Anyhow I’m not running away. I will be back someday and this someday will come sooner. I really don’t think if any one comes to office just to see me J (if there are any, meet me now, I'm at my desk).

Yes.. I think you are right this time too. Start and end dates are struck out too.

But dude, by now the mail states that you are out-of-office. Remember, this is not your last mail, it is just for a week’s engagement. I know you are excited but you have to come back here only. While I can think more , my right-side brain gently, as it does always, said “Sir, I have an idea and I promise it will not have all that you don’t want it to have”.

I smiled and said “Shoot”. “Let’s have a cup of chai first”, he said. We broke into a 10 minute tea break and when we returned, I wrote a small note and left for the day.

Here is what I wrote…

Weekend Escape: Adlabs Imagica

Finally my travel shoes are out, probably for the first time in this year, and the reason is an all-paid-trip-from-company to Adlabs Imagaica. J

After a long time, my team could finally find sitting in a restaurant or movie hall not worth enough for a team event, so this outing. Surprisingly, it was an “On Time” start for us (a delay of 30 minutes in no delay by Indian standards). In the 3 hour long journey to the destination, I got a chance to unearth a hidden talent in me. I’m a not that bad “damshiras” actor, that I always thought of me being. 

As I first saw the park from a distance, I said “Bass itna sa”. But sooner it got bigger and bigger. By the time we entered had grown big enough to think if we can cover it all in a day. I grabbed a map and followed my toughest-first algorithm (gabru jawan, you see J) and headed towards the pendulum. My turn came, and it started rolling. Initially, things were under control. I could wave to my buddies down and even pose for some clickers. But as soon as it shot above π radian and almost touched 95-100 degrees, I shall confess, I was not enjoying. I was not seeing, but only had my eyes open. Whatever was there in front was only to watch.

Watching the sky almost parallel to it form some 100 feet closer to what it actually is, and suddenly finding that your seat is not there where it should be. And within next 2 seconds watching those moving creeper (human they call on earth), from a 100 feet height and suddenly falling freely on them is an experience hard to pen down.  After two full swings it cooled down and I came out, alive.

The next was roller coaster (Gold Rush) and I was exactly the same as a roller coaster should be. It was then followed by a Dare Drop (free fall shoot), which makes you taste zero gravity. Having done the toughest first, next all were looking far too easy now.

Mr. India, was yet another interesting concept well weaved with 4-D technology. You will be actually flying , going down in the valley, hitting the boulder as they happen in the movie. Salimgarh Fort (haunted House), Warth of God were also entertaining and involving. Dark Space (roller coaster) was the best one among the indoors. You can feel the speed and those full circle whirls made it a compulsory redo (I did that thrice).

If that entire thrill and heart stoppers were what you think was there to offer, wait. I for India gave me the best visual experience ever. Having seen most of my India form a bird eye view is a second-to-none experience to me. I shall now regret a less for not being a pilot, cause what I witnessed there was something best aviators also don’t get to. All that waiting in the queue is worth for the show.

Summing up, I can say, it is worth a visit. It is something one-of -its-kind in India and by all means at par to international standards. It has something to offer to every kind of visitors, even for those who travel for a click for Facebook, and endless likes and comments thereafter. The concepts and idea are super awesome indigenously adapted to iconic Indian form of storytelling. The audio-video effects will surely transform you to their world and make to part of it. Thrill rides will surely give you a free ECG test. J

All you I-can’t-do-it there, you might not like pushing yourselves beyond your thresholds, but when I see 6^th standard students enjoying it, coming out only to say “I’ll do that again.”, I’m sure should also try it once.

I enjoyed it to the most. Fullto Paisa Vasool

 PS:- Special thanks to Sneha Khandwalkar, for composing the music of Womeniya from Gangs of Wasseypur, which we rapped with almost all weird combinations of songs possible.   

How Would That Be..

Movie: Some typical Bollywood style..

Scene: Our hero who until yesterday was a nearly “numb n dumb” guy suddenly transform himself into a uber cool professional (maybe he had a read of “You can WIN” last night J), run into the boss’s cabin and delivers some filmi lines so perfectly. Finally throws his paper on him moves out. Before he even turns around the “devil till yesterday ” boss is almost on his feet and offers him all he wants.

Comes in the demands…. salary raised 4 times, a secretory and “the Corner Cabin”. Done. Deal signed.

Next scene, he is in his cabin, a black textured wooden floored room. The back scores is celebrating his victory. Camera is doing a merry-go-round around him. He pulls up the curtains and the whole of the city trimmed by the endless sea is for his view. On the back wall, the larger than life logo to the company fills up the view. The side wall is covered by the largest TV is have ever seen, flashing Bloomberg with sensex and stocks running in the scrolls. He can see all of his office, including of course, his love interest form the other side. Perfect start to his heroism, I’m impressed.

Rest was waste, but that gave me an idea. How does my office’s “Corner Cabins” looks like?

I couldn't afford to attain any such high (or even low) that I can manage to drop in my CEO’s cabin. All I could manage is to move uphill is to my VP’s Cabin. It was a rather a simple one, a whiteboard on front wall. Interestingly, it a had map of Pune denoting all the major IT companies. It was the best thing I could find for me there. There was a daily diary on the desk and few markers. 

The view out was of a connecting road followed by the garden, impressive all together. It had a calendar hung on the wall with Lord Venketeshwara blessing him 24x7. A hanger too, but seems like never had it’s worth taken for. The backdrop was donned by numerous momentous and  certificate marking his 3^rd and 5^th  years in the company.

Having said that I just wonder how would be my CEO’s room be..

Whenever I have walked around his room, I have seen that red blub ON, declaring “Silence Please. Meeting in Progress”.

Just wonder how would it be, how large it would be. Have you redesigned it by your taste or it’s the same standard as all over. I’m sure it will have a huge TV, but not sure what goes on it, does it also flashes the same Bloomberg. 

I also want to know if it also have the virtual golf turf J. All the Hollywood style movies ,I have seen,  whenever shots a CEO’s room, they almost always have this gadget placed in their rooms. Does it also stations a mini bar and if yes, what all you have for the toast. J

What must be on your book selves(don’t tell me you don’t have that), Martin Luther King, Karl Marx or Corporate Laws or something else. Do he also uses the same desk phone as I or something more fancy (which I doubt) or something more basic. Does a brass made Ghandhiji too finds the place in the cabin. I’m sure you have a closet but just interested to know what all in your wardrobe here. How does that “red signal” goes ON or it is an ever red thing. How is the view out of your cabin and do you too can see your secretory cabin from your desk.

Well the question will only keep on growing. So Mr. CEO, or someone worth capable, in case you come across this, do call me for a visit to cabin. I really want to write a sequence to this with answer to all my questions. And in the meantime my efforts to make it up to your room is going in full swing at my desk.

Meet you soon at your place. J

Ten Thousand and You

Confused on the title….

Well scroll down and  look at bottom-left corner….

Still not clear…..

Dude, my blog just completed 10,000 hits and you just added one more to it.

Thank you all who made this possible. It has been a  wonderful journey writing. I really don’t know if what I write is of any worth or it just contribute to millions and millions of tons of garbage already dumped over net. But one thing for sure, this is something that I love to do and it keeps me going.

It all started somewhere in October 2010, soon after me joining the office, where I saw people work hard and follow their passion harder. When people around you are so pumped up about their pasison, someone cycles, other runs and next to him clicks,  how can you  afford to sit back. And thus it started…..

…and after almost quarter to three years, 57 blogs, 28 followers(most being my friends only) and some 17 comments, I’m here.

There has been ups and downs, lefts and rights, forwards and backwards. At times, I didn’t have anything to say for days and months together, and sometimes I have posted in some 15-20 minutes of writing. Sometimes I have felt overflowed with ideas to pen down and other days have to write “Null Blog” just for the sake of posting. All these time I maintained my “own sets of rule” to write and always obliged to them. Thankfully there were only a countful of breaches of them. J

There have been many good memories of writing for this blog. Some of the best moment was when I saw my blog being copied and pasted in some other’s blog post. It was such a wonderful feeling. People find this interesting enough to copy it. One other good moments was when my sister pinged me that day saying, “Dada, you write good”. She has been my toughest critic and getting these words from her was indeed a achievement for me. It really feels good that my experiences are bringing some good to others. I still remember the mail from some Pradhan couple, who decided to go to Pawankhind after reading my blog, and they thanks me for that.

One other high was when I received an envelope from Google J

Though it was a normal address verification, but the word “Google” written in multicolour on the letterhead was reason enough to make it a prized possession.         

As time passes the rate of post might have gone down but I’m sure I’ll keep on writing and many and many years from now when I’ll have no office to goto, no more action item pending on me, sitting in my backyard, I’ll relive all these wonderful lifetime experiences and tell my grandchildren that you daadu have lived his life to fullest J

Thank you all, once again. 

Registration of Equitable Mortgage Deed (Home Loan)

Form 1^st April 2013, if you are putting any your home as mortgage to bank or any other institution, it is mandatory for you to intimate the same to the registrar. This is something new and for the same reason I’m writing my experience here.

I have taken a home loan from a private bank and it has done a part disbursement. Some days back, a bank executive called me and told me that you have to get some papers submitted to sub-registrar and this is  mandatory  to be done within 30 days of disbursement of amount. As would any commoner in India, I too hate to go to any public office and when it’s something like a Registrar Office, I hesitated a bit. On some googling I found that bank can do it online also, and I yelled back on the executive. But he told me that his bank (or rather no major banks) has started that. So I finally pulled up my shocks.

Wait Wait…

before you call your advocate uncle or run to your local sub-registrar office, let me tell you that there are only 3 sub-registrar meant to do it in Pune. And that too they do it only on designated days from 10 Am to 1 PM. Do check with your banks for the addresses and timings. The easily accessible is Sub-Registrar Office No. 23, which is near GPO. It is just opposite to BJ Medical College Girls Hostel. You can drive down to Pune Police Commissioner Office or Photozinco Office and ask anyone or drive forward on Church Road.

The banks official gave me the complete set of documents attested by them and asked me visit the sub-registrar office. As mine was a private bank, they took all the efforts for me. Persons those have taken loans form public banks like SBI have to arrange it by all themselves. Here are the list of documents that need to submitted

1. The notice of intimation form franked for Rs.100 needs to be submitted along with all details filled in with photos affixed of mortgagor duly signed by bank official. My bank got me franks. Public banks even don’t bother to do that, so you need to get a stamp paper of 100 Rupees and all the mortgagor need to sign on it or else get the notice franked for 100 Rupees.
2. The said notice to be enclosed with duly executed(franked) Loan Agreement copy, accepted sanction letter and Index-II copy of property mortgaged duly signed by bank official.
3. Self-attested KYC (PAN Card) Copy of the designated officer from back along with his/her stamp.  
4. Self-attested KYC (PAN Card) Copy of all the loan applicants.  
5. A 1000 Rupees DD in favour of “JOINT SUB-REGISTRAR HAVELI NO.1” payable at Pune. In case you are not going to Sub-Registrar Office No. 23, do check the name in the DD.
6. 300 Rupees in cash for document handling.

Once you have all these in hand, take a day holiday (yes you’ll need it) and go to sub-registrar office. There is a window which will have a line in front of it. Join it J  

As I love to be early bird I was the sixth person but don’t worry the line is fast moving. There will be token numbers given to you and you have to fill a green coloured form there (rather 2 copies of same form). The form will be in Marathi but don’t worry you will get sufficient help in the line. This is what being Indian is all about. Once the form is submitted you have to come back at 4 PM to the same window and collect your receipt by just telling your name.

Done. All Over. Just give the receipt to your bank and live happily ever after.

Note:

1. All the persons who have taken the loan must be present at sub-registrar office.
2. In case your property is in Pune Rural Area, please do check with local sub-registrar office before coming here. A couple standing in front of me was returned back as their property was in Pune Rural Area.
3. Do collect the receipt the same day. They don’t entertain any backlog and you too know how public offices work in India.
4. Government is pushing banks hard to start the online system. Do check with your bank.
5. NO need for any brokers.
6. In case you are not able to do it in 30 days, they say it will be a 30,000 Rupees fine (no confirmation)
7. This is all from my experience. Please don’t come hunting for me if you find some alteration. J

Good Luck. And yes of course, congratulations for your new home.   

Raat Kali Hai (Black Night)

It’s RELEASE TIME here at office.

…and all that happens with every release is happening this time too. Late night stays, long calls and blah blah things. Every code that was working until yesterday is not working today. Big daddies have almost deserted their spacious cabins and planted themselves into our bays itself. You have to give same status to three different set of people thrice a day and yet some one or the other will surely drop to your desk roaring those magical three words to you, “What’s the status”. J

“It not because of me, it’s because of someone else’s code…… ”

“How come it caught this late……”

“See, it’s even not working in the previous…….”

“OK, do we have a workaround to it……”

and finally

“Let’s document it. J”

   

These were some of the lines I have been hearing more than normal these days. Thankfully being just an ordinary developer, I’m a silent part of all of it. You only need to be a mute participant into those “entertainment meeting”. Occasionally your name will be tossed up and the word set you are allowed to use are {yes, no, OK, thank you, bye}. The most you need to do is to stay late at the nights and that’s not a big task. In fact the day really goes easy if you know that you have to stay late. You will take an extra 15 minutes at lunch time and honk your skills at foosball table. Your tea time will also be a little longer as you know that the day is not ending soon.

And as soon as sun starts setting down, your kingship over the cubicles will start growing. “Hey, I shall leave now and in case you find any issue just call me anytime”, married members of your team will soon start creeping out. “Koi Nahi Sir. Aaj Raat Kali Hai”, I will smile and grant him bid adieu. Raat Kali, is a popular slang here at Indian office which declares that it’s a long day and you have to be ready to it. Soon you few will be the only humans left in the whole bay or may be in the whole of floor. You are the king now. No Questions, No Answers, No Status. All you need to do is to work and thankfully you have scripts for that too.

Time to unplug myself and first things that will be unplugged will be my headphone. I’m a loyal fan of Abida Parveen. My iPod have a permanent set of gazals of hers and it’s only growing. Her husky voice singing some of the legendry lyrics can make anyone can fall for them. “Ye na thi hamari kismet ki missal-e-yaar hota”, and that beautiful gracious face gets sketched by its own (Sorry, now more details for now). I can listen to her all the day long.

It’s 11:30 PM in the night. My scripts are working for me, legs placed on my desk, sipping hot coffee and Abidaji singing “Ye Kon Aata Hai” for me. You can’t ask any more from life. In fact, a security guy came to me and said “Sir, ye kiska gaana hai , bada accha lag raha hai”. I smiled and continued.

Anyhow this is not all why I’m writing this blog for. “Ye sab toh sab pretext tha”. I know that I’m not the first person to do it also this will not last time. We all stretch some day or the other to make the ends meet. I’m writing this to list down some of the nice gazals I found this release seasons. If you too share some interest in soulful music, I’m sure it will be a good listing for your playlist.

1. O Des Se Aanewaale Bata

2. Sarv-o-Saman Bhi

3. Awwale Shab Woh Bazm Ki Raunk

4. Ye Kon Aata Hai

5. Ek Lafze Mohhabat

You can get all of them on gaana.com.

So next time, when it’s your turn to make “Raat Kali”, do try them. Enjoy and hails Abidaji. 

Weekend Escape: A History Class

You see only what you want to see.

Someone must have said that for me only. Until last Saturday, all I knew was that there was some college in my vicinity. Had not there been that ad in the newspaper, I would have never got that it’s a college of national repute for the study of History and Languages. I’m taking of Deccan College, Pune. I was literally shocked to know that it was the third oldest college in India and dates back to as old to 1821. By the afternoon, I was almost flat after knowing its Alma Matar of the college. Sir R.G. Bhandarkar, the celebrated Indologist, Lokmanya Bal Gangadhar Tilak, the great nationalist leader, Gurudev R.D. Ranade, the eminent philosopher, G.G. Agarkar, the great social reformer, V.K. Rajawade, the famous historian and Dr. Dwarkanath Kotnis, the famous Indian medical practitioner.

I was laughing on me and there was only one line apt for me “Bandar (Me) kya jane adrakh ka swad” J

It all started by yet another weekend I had nothing to do. Turtling over the newspaper, I found that there is some lecture on “Forts across Sahyadri” in Deccan College. Things sound promising and more so I didn’t have to go anywhere. Things itself is coming to me. What better a lazy person like me expect. Plan Set.

The college campus as much the same as you can expect an old institution to be. Old building, lots a lots of trees with love birds here and there, never ending landscape and big hoarding guiding you to different determents at every nook and corner. I followed the arrows to auditorium.        

The crowd in there couldn’t be counted more than 30 and most of them were students of history. I was probably the only “mulla” in this “begani shadi”. It started at time. The presenter started to talk about various forts in Sahyadri Ranges. He them jumped into who build it, who won it who lost it. I was getting bored. But as soon as I was about to concluded it as a bad choice and move out, came a voice from the dais which said “Now we will be looking into some of the technologies that went into making these forts and some of them are unique to this region only”.

Now that interesting. I have been to some of them but never have looked it with this eye. All attention gathered and thrown to dais.

Some of the information was already known to me. Rest all was a new addition to my knowledge. Here are some which I can remember now.

·         The main gate of the fort generally used to be a false gate which opened into a dead end which is open from above. If the enemies break this gate they will only end up finding themselves trapped and soldiers attacking them from above. The real gate used to be one small beside the actual gate.

·         The steps used to be of uneven shape and uneven count. Some of them used to be long and some really short. The height of the steps also varied a lot. Anyone who is not accustomed to them will have move on them carefully. (Yes, this I too have experienced. Half the time of my trek I have to see if I’m gripping the right step )

·          The turns within fort used to be short and sharp. In case the enemy enters the compound with huge animals like elephant, it would be hard to manage them in such short twist and turns.

·         The way to main palace in the fort generally included five to six underway and all this had some three inlet with only one being correct (This sounded me exactly the same way we have in some of the video games)  

Next time whenever I will trek any of these fort, I will surely remember to appreciate these facts of our ancient technical advancements.

And one more thing, never leave any lecture in between. You never know what must be in store as soon as you leave J

Kadamb ka Ped

यह कदंम का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे

मैं भी उस पर बैठ कन्हैया बनता धीरे-धीरे

ले देतीं यदि मुझे बांसुरी तुम दो पैसे वाली

किसी तरह नीची हो जाती यह कदंब की डाली

तुम्हें नहीं कुछ कहता पर मैं चुपके-चुपके आता

उस नीची डाली से अम्मा ऊँचे पर चढ़ जाता

वहीं बैठ फिर बड़े मजे से मैं बांसुरी बजाता

अम्मा-अम्मा कह वंशी के स्वर में तुम्हे बुलाता

बहुत बुलाने पर भी माँ जब नहीं उतर कर आता

माँ, तब माँ का हृदय तुम्हारा बहुत विकल हो जाता

तुम आँचल फैला कर अम्मां वहीं पेड़ के नीचे

ईश्वर से कुछ विनती करतीं बैठी आँखें मीचे

तुम्हें ध्यान में लगी देख मैं धीरे-धीरे आता

और तुम्हारे फैले आँचल के नीचे छिप जाता


तुम घबरा कर आँख खोलतीं, पर माँ खुश हो जाती

जब अपने मुन्ना राजा को गोदी में ही पातीं

इसी तरह कुछ खेला करते हम-तुम धीरे-धीरे

यह कदंम का पेड़ अगर माँ होता यमुना तीरे,

The NULL Blog

When a player goes over a bad patch, he moved back to nets. When a coder can’t make the things work as he wants, he truns to google. And when a blogger have nothing to write about, he writes “NULL” blog.

NULL blog is a common phenomenon among amateur blogger like me, those who essentially feed their blogs by personal experiences. And when they have almost nothing happening to their life worth writing about, and people start saying “Aaj Kal kuch likhta nahi hai tu”, they are made to write these NULL Blog, as mine is the case today.

It has been more than 4 months that I haven’t made any trip. And the worst part of this is that there is no specific reason to it. I can manage time for the trip easily and these days bucks have started staying in my pocket. But it’s just not making. May be I have grown lazier than ever before. I can now understand how someone snails into office on Monday and say they did nothing over weekends. I initially used to amaze over them and now I’m one of them. L

Office life too has grown busier (not actually busier but more “donkier”). I’m not complaining but things soon starts looking like a burden if you don’t see them fruiting at right time. You spend many more working hours sitting in front of your box and at the end of day you can’t draw any worth enough to leave office satisfied. Those are really bad times. I’m going over same patch. You keep on debugging others code all over the day and same keeps on going in your dreams too. I actually had dreamt for some 2-3 times in last one month where I was debugging some beans and going deep into a hollow dark cave.

The things are made even more tiresome for lack of interesting events/peoples these days around. At times they too leave you with something interesting to speak about. Unfortunately, I have not hit any such in last few days. All whom I meet these days share same level of excitement in their life as I have. You get to hear same old office talks or frustrated one-sided lover talks from them.

As I’m writing it, I realize that I have not met any new person for so many months. I’m finding it really hard to remember who the last new person was I met and when.

I just hope that this ends soon and I could get something worth to share with you. I want it more so as I don’t want myself to be prey to this IT laid back lifestyle culture. But by the time any such happens, here’s my NULL BLOG. L        

Purpose to Life: A 2BHK?

I’m not a regular victim of Monday Morning Blues.

And one of the prime reasons for this is my inabilities to find something interesting enough to do in two days weekend. Many times I have almost nothing left to do by Sunday afternoon and hence eagerly start waiting of being at office. Wait, Wait. Just in case, you started thinking that ‘m luckier, you a bit wrong. I too do get hit by Monday Morning Blues (MMB) and mine is sever than other.

This Monday, when I picked my bus to office (sitting at the last but one seat as I have been doing for last 2 years now), I was hit by MMB. It all started by a simple question, “Why ‘m I here”. I firstly tried a half-hearted attempt to avoid the question and started peeping outside. Somebody patted me from back. It is me only, but just a better one. I call him Better Me. He the person I hate to talk the most, but then he is the person who talk the most. He is the one who is never happy of me, no matter whatever I do. He is the worst critic of me I know. And the worst part of the contract is that I can’t lie to him. He claims to know me more than me.

I started getting cold feet as soon as I saw him. He is last man I would like to meet just in the start of day. I tried my most to ignore me.

“Are you trying to avoid me? Don’t you know that this all will not work.” said Better Me with his trademark sarcastic smile.

“OH! It’s you. I just didn’t saw you. How are you doing this morning”, I said.

“Avoid that. Answer me. Why are you here?” His looks were now making me even more nervous and pale. I don’t want to start the week this way. I looked all over and found that there were hardly that could save me from him. I finally gathered myself and decided to hit him hard. Pulling up my sleeves, I replied.

“What a question is this. I’m going to office. I have been doing the same for 2 year now in this time of day and you claim to know me better than me.”, I tried the best I can.

“OK. So you want me to be blunt.” I had lost his cool by now. “Why are you going to office”, he jumped back with another.

“To learn new things”, I replied in the same tone like a student standing in his principal’s room replies.

He was out in laugh. I can see that the whole on bus was able to hear that, but none gave it an ear. “Don’t give me that. I bet you don’t go there for that. You go there for money and money only. Your kinda people won’t sit there for a moment if not paid for.”, he roared. I could not deny that as that the truth.

“Now that you also know why you go to office, tell me why you need money.” Better Me asked. I stood clueless on it. I didn’t know what to say. I was an endless silence.

“So that I can give my family a better life”, I whispered. I’m watching KBC a lot these days, so tried to borrow few lines from there. But before I could even end that, he was out in laugh like a mad. “Your family was better off even you were not around. Even today they are better and none is because of you. So don’t force me to bang your head.” he almost had his fist on my head. “Final time, why you need money.” This time he was very serious. I have never seen him this annoyed. But I still didn’t have any answer.

“May be a 2 BHK”. This is all I could gather in 10 sec I was given to answer that.

I stared at me giving me an “iska-kuch-nahi-ho-sakta” look.

”So the whole purpose of you being alive is a 2BHK flat….. Great”, he said and dispersed into air.

It is late afternoon now and I'm still reeling into that trauma. This could be the worst MMB attack on me. May it never come.