Thursday, August 26, 2010
CSI
There he lied - brutally hit, bleeding and dead. The poor Pizza Hut guy was really helpless. All the pizzas he was to deliver were scattered all over the place. The bad guys have already fled the scene. No one tried to help. There were all kids standing around the pizza guy holding their parents' hands. The kids never had seen anything like this. This was something new and strange to comprehend for them. But the parents had let their kids go near the pizza guy and stare him into his eyes. Some kids even touched the dead body. No one uttered a word against them. Everyone standing by started to like the way kids were trying to investigate the crime. One lady standing by, advised the kids to investigate it further by questioning the people who might have witnessed the whole incident. The kids started to question - Ethan was interested in the people who hit the pizza guy, Ryan was interested in the weapon used and the youngest and the cutest Amy asked "Are all those Pepperoni pizzas"? The question brought a grin on everyone's face including me while I was working in my cube few feet away. I thought the kids got it - all these, I mean, the dead pizza guy and letting the kids to investigate is a set up. It was 'bring the kids to work' day and as usual, the Justice department made it slightly different. Anyway, the kids seemed to be serious and they were very much into it. The set up taught them to analyze the situation and go from there. At the end of the day, I felt that it was a good learning for them how to tackle the situations.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
A Story With Love
There she was sitting right on the next table of mine and staring into my eyes. She was very beautiful and charming. Her silky long hair, sparkling eyes, rosy lips really got me. I haven't seen such a girl in my whole life. Slowly we exchanged smiles. And, my heart was pumping at Ferrari's speed. Was this the moment I have been waiting for, all my life? I don't know. I never thought of it. I never saw this coming. Then she walked out of the restaurant without turning back. As in Kuch Kuch Hota Hain, I said to myself if she turns back and look me then I would have a chance but unfortunately, she didn't. I consoled myself that it wasn't my day. Days bygone, there she was in the same restaurant and at the same table. I too was at the same table where I was when I saw her the first time. It was a replay of the previous meeting. I was talking to my friend and was acting like a superstar. Was I trying to impress her? No, no. I was just trying to...to...to....Okay, yeah, I was. So what? Then, I felt I was little over and not the guy who I am. For the rest of the dinner I didn't look at her. For some reason I happened to shift my looks onto her and you know what, she waved this time. Would you believe that? I couldn't. My mind started 'Who want's to be a millionaire' show and asked -
What now?
a. Wave back b. Don't wave but smile c. Ignore d. Ignore and don't look at her again.
I wanted to smile and wave back. Would that be too hasty? I chose the option which I still don't understand why was that. I ignored and didn't look at her again. You must be thinking, what a loser? But I couldn't dare in everyone. I wanted her not to take this in other way. I had to make up for my missed opportunity. I did a crazy thing which I never thought I would ever do. I scribbled my phone number on a napkin, walked by her table and dropped it. This was just to make myself not to think that I messed big time. I knew that the next thing that would happen is that the beautiful young lady won't pick it up and a waiter would see it and dump it in the trash. I thought I was right until I got a call from her couple of days later. My 'Hello' was very loud but the next words were hardly hear-able. I didn't believe it was happening to me. We talked for about 3minutes. I then realized what a jackass I was - I forgot to ask her name. I wanted to call her back to ask her name but then thought she might think I'm desperate. So, held onto that. After few phone calls I decided to meet "Shruthi" (She told me her name when she called me the second time) on January 16th. Guess what, we decided to meet at the same restaurant where we first saw each other. Five more days to go and I was already planning for that day. Shopped new clothes, shoes and what not. Not to forget, I even bought her something which I thought she would really like. Wouldn't that be like a bribe at the beginning of a relationship? May be. So, I hid it in my safe bag. That day I looked into the mirror so many times that I almost cracked it. I was elated, ecstatic, happy. In short, I never had such feeling before in my life. I had the office next day and as it was getting late in the night I went to bed.
Next morning - I woke up late. I thought the alarm didn't go off but it did. I then rushed into my bathroom got ready and ran to my office. I felt something different in the office too. I didn't know what exactly it was. Then my colleague asked me what it was. I didn't want to tell him but I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to disturb other people with my story so I took him to the same restaurant for lunch where I met my lady and told him what I went through. I showed him the table where Shruthi was sitting. But, this time there was a fat ugly looking lady on that same table. I started my story and we both were laughing so hard at each line I told him, everyone there started looking at us wierdly. He couldn't believe that I had such a romantic DREAM last night. Paid the bill and then got back to work.
Back home - I checked my online credit card accounts and my safe bag. Yeah, it was really a DREAM.
What now?
a. Wave back b. Don't wave but smile c. Ignore d. Ignore and don't look at her again.
I wanted to smile and wave back. Would that be too hasty? I chose the option which I still don't understand why was that. I ignored and didn't look at her again. You must be thinking, what a loser? But I couldn't dare in everyone. I wanted her not to take this in other way. I had to make up for my missed opportunity. I did a crazy thing which I never thought I would ever do. I scribbled my phone number on a napkin, walked by her table and dropped it. This was just to make myself not to think that I messed big time. I knew that the next thing that would happen is that the beautiful young lady won't pick it up and a waiter would see it and dump it in the trash. I thought I was right until I got a call from her couple of days later. My 'Hello' was very loud but the next words were hardly hear-able. I didn't believe it was happening to me. We talked for about 3minutes. I then realized what a jackass I was - I forgot to ask her name. I wanted to call her back to ask her name but then thought she might think I'm desperate. So, held onto that. After few phone calls I decided to meet "Shruthi" (She told me her name when she called me the second time) on January 16th. Guess what, we decided to meet at the same restaurant where we first saw each other. Five more days to go and I was already planning for that day. Shopped new clothes, shoes and what not. Not to forget, I even bought her something which I thought she would really like. Wouldn't that be like a bribe at the beginning of a relationship? May be. So, I hid it in my safe bag. That day I looked into the mirror so many times that I almost cracked it. I was elated, ecstatic, happy. In short, I never had such feeling before in my life. I had the office next day and as it was getting late in the night I went to bed.
Next morning - I woke up late. I thought the alarm didn't go off but it did. I then rushed into my bathroom got ready and ran to my office. I felt something different in the office too. I didn't know what exactly it was. Then my colleague asked me what it was. I didn't want to tell him but I couldn't stop myself. I didn't want to disturb other people with my story so I took him to the same restaurant for lunch where I met my lady and told him what I went through. I showed him the table where Shruthi was sitting. But, this time there was a fat ugly looking lady on that same table. I started my story and we both were laughing so hard at each line I told him, everyone there started looking at us wierdly. He couldn't believe that I had such a romantic DREAM last night. Paid the bill and then got back to work.
Back home - I checked my online credit card accounts and my safe bag. Yeah, it was really a DREAM.
Friday, December 5, 2008
Happy Days
Scratching my brain after a hiatus...
Happy Days - 2 words that taught me to smile, even in hardships, a year and half ago when life was looking in all the directions to steer my career to the destiny, shortly I could say during 'job search'. Life was all about resumes, mock-interviews, vendors and mainly JAVA but never the clients. We were 8 guys living in a 2 BHK pushing others into frustration and desperation by narrating one's encounter with a vendor or either a client. All of us had our own time tables and there weren't many occasions when we were all together at home. A break seemed crucial and helpful. Undecided, we all started having dinner together one day and that's when things started changing for all of us. At the dinner, each one of us started sharing their past stories or 'happy days' of life, and my list had the Freshers party, B'lore trip and birthday parties (esp. Truth N' Dare game) of my B.Tech life. The next thing we realized it was 3am. It was the longest dinner I ever had but a memorable one. We haven't had enough sleep but ready to start attending the phone calls. For the next couple of days, everyone seemed so relaxed and easy that we didn't have anything to complain. This was contagious and soon everyone had similar attitude. As a result, everyone got offer letters and soon got placed. Due to the delayed start date, I was the last one to leave the apartment even though I got the job before most of the other guys had. Then I moved to Madison from Chicago and started my job here. Life has become so routine that we didn't have anything to think of. After few months, two of my friends thought of visiting the same old apartment where we started building our lives but it wasn't the same. New time, new people, new styles. They had their own way of living which was lot different that our's. Yet, in the same direction to hunt down their destinations.
Now, I try to judge whether the happy days are important or the days to remember those happy days are. I also try not to be biased so I think deeply and conclude that - no matter how many happy days you have, if you don't have days to remember them then those precious moments are not a penny worth and also, if you have days to remember them but have no such precious happy days then it would be the same.
Things I learnt to keep my day a 'happy day' :
1. When things are not going your way, a break may seem to work. That break may be in any form - a discussion, a trip, a friend, etc.
2. Whenever you feel down, talk and always think of those sweet moments which made you happy.
3. Life keeps changing and so do you. But past remains the same. So, make present worth to remember when it becomes past.
4. As with time - Things, places and people won't stay the same.
Happy Days - 2 words that taught me to smile, even in hardships, a year and half ago when life was looking in all the directions to steer my career to the destiny, shortly I could say during 'job search'. Life was all about resumes, mock-interviews, vendors and mainly JAVA but never the clients. We were 8 guys living in a 2 BHK pushing others into frustration and desperation by narrating one's encounter with a vendor or either a client. All of us had our own time tables and there weren't many occasions when we were all together at home. A break seemed crucial and helpful. Undecided, we all started having dinner together one day and that's when things started changing for all of us. At the dinner, each one of us started sharing their past stories or 'happy days' of life, and my list had the Freshers party, B'lore trip and birthday parties (esp. Truth N' Dare game) of my B.Tech life. The next thing we realized it was 3am. It was the longest dinner I ever had but a memorable one. We haven't had enough sleep but ready to start attending the phone calls. For the next couple of days, everyone seemed so relaxed and easy that we didn't have anything to complain. This was contagious and soon everyone had similar attitude. As a result, everyone got offer letters and soon got placed. Due to the delayed start date, I was the last one to leave the apartment even though I got the job before most of the other guys had. Then I moved to Madison from Chicago and started my job here. Life has become so routine that we didn't have anything to think of. After few months, two of my friends thought of visiting the same old apartment where we started building our lives but it wasn't the same. New time, new people, new styles. They had their own way of living which was lot different that our's. Yet, in the same direction to hunt down their destinations.
Now, I try to judge whether the happy days are important or the days to remember those happy days are. I also try not to be biased so I think deeply and conclude that - no matter how many happy days you have, if you don't have days to remember them then those precious moments are not a penny worth and also, if you have days to remember them but have no such precious happy days then it would be the same.
Things I learnt to keep my day a 'happy day' :
1. When things are not going your way, a break may seem to work. That break may be in any form - a discussion, a trip, a friend, etc.
2. Whenever you feel down, talk and always think of those sweet moments which made you happy.
3. Life keeps changing and so do you. But past remains the same. So, make present worth to remember when it becomes past.
4. As with time - Things, places and people won't stay the same.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Friday
These 6 letters make me smile at any moment. Life starts relaxing at 5 in the evening and gets deep into it. Once back home after work, it feels like I have nothing to do with this world anymore. I start watching funny videos and laugh to myself. I go to play tennis after my work with my roomie. Today my serves were better than the last time and the aces were unpredictable. Back home. Then comes the phone calls and I could figure out the guy is feeling the same and wants to tell everyone that it's FRIDAY and it's his world now. I again smile to myself and think 'I feel the same'. The pubs and restaurants go crazy with bunches and bunches of guys like me. Everyone seems to enjoy as if there's no next Monday but they know its just hiding behind the Sunday. Cooking time - what today? After thinking for few minutes I finally come to a conclusion - It's friday MAN, just go out. Time to go to sleep and then comes the penultimate day - Saturday. By the time I wake up, its already mid-day. Do the laundry, iron my clothes and then the clock strucks 6. I realize how did the day go so fast and see Sunday coming. Sunday - day to prepare for Monday. Life gets eclipsed by this fast going brutal world again and finally Monday arrives. Boss, work, deadline, class, variable, bug, debug, testing, server - Oh no stop it. I can't take it anymore. And, I feel like I'm going nuts. I cry, I hate, I throw, I catch, I throws, I exception - oh no not Java again. Lifez boring.
Then, Abhishek whispers into my ears - today is Friday, your day dude. ENJOY! I smile back to me again and now it's my world. I'm the master of this world.
Then, Abhishek whispers into my ears - today is Friday, your day dude. ENJOY! I smile back to me again and now it's my world. I'm the master of this world.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
First
Hello,
This is my first blog on my own blog. I just created it and now posting something that would stick there forever as my first blog. I don't know what to start and where to start so started thinking about it. B4U channel is playing a song from Mission Kashmir in my other window. I still kept thinking about what to write and then the next song started playing and I started thinking about the song. Suddenly, I realized that I should be thinking of something else and not about the song. As I wasn't feeling well my roomie wanted to cook for me. I could see the cauliflower flourets pack on the island, so it's cauliflower curry tonight. I still lying on my couch thinking what to write...one song after another started playing but I couldn't get a single topic to write about. While at work I thought that I would go home and eat and rest but I don't want to rest now. Instead, would like to tell someone what's going on here. Suddenly, things in my mind started to drive into past, back to my schools days, when I used to come home and find a menu to choose from what to eat and even now things haven't changed much except I need to choose from the menu what to cook.
Finally, felt that life is too short to live but very long to describe and write. So, I don't have time to describe anything as of now.
Stay tuned for my new thoughts...
This is my first blog on my own blog. I just created it and now posting something that would stick there forever as my first blog. I don't know what to start and where to start so started thinking about it. B4U channel is playing a song from Mission Kashmir in my other window. I still kept thinking about what to write and then the next song started playing and I started thinking about the song. Suddenly, I realized that I should be thinking of something else and not about the song. As I wasn't feeling well my roomie wanted to cook for me. I could see the cauliflower flourets pack on the island, so it's cauliflower curry tonight. I still lying on my couch thinking what to write...one song after another started playing but I couldn't get a single topic to write about. While at work I thought that I would go home and eat and rest but I don't want to rest now. Instead, would like to tell someone what's going on here. Suddenly, things in my mind started to drive into past, back to my schools days, when I used to come home and find a menu to choose from what to eat and even now things haven't changed much except I need to choose from the menu what to cook.
Finally, felt that life is too short to live but very long to describe and write. So, I don't have time to describe anything as of now.
Stay tuned for my new thoughts...
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