Spending 3K in Shoppersstop and then waiting for my new jeans to be length adjusted..(yes.. I am vertically challenged as some of my friends claim.. Screw u all..).. i happened to see what I always wish to ignore.. Crossword.. (book store in general).. and found this new book on the store named Oh!! shit not again.. Preface reads “A good read..no promise intended” so I took my Credit Card once again.. ( damn I wish to cut my credit card in million of pieces as every time I see anything that I might like.. I always find that in my room next day..Bloody credit card firms.. and this human greed.. working just as aptly as they wanted on me)..

I had this weird flavor for all new comers or say debutantes novelist and hence when I saw the title of the book, I looked forward to this book thinking it would be an amicable reading.. But just like the title.. every page I read.. I felt.. Oh shit not again!!.. every twist framed in the story is armored with sad fiction and a pathetic imagination. (no Loku, you can’t be rude.. Hey com’on.. its his first book… ) some three stories that try to find a common link as the central character of this book.. and all three of them are inflated with intoxicated story points..

For some reason, this young and new genre of novel writing, specially Indian, has a tendency of going under pants to capture every movement this little boneless manhood makes or under the shirt of a scenic charm (read women/girl.. in gist Females) to find stimulus for male hormones.. The same is the case with Mandar Kokate, some 100 times he let the conscience of his central character walk under pants to figure out if he is still a potent machine. Well!! a few times, it adds to giggling of the emotions but then it turns ugly when almost each time Raj ( the central character of the story) saw a girl, he needed to adjust the trousers.. what is he.. some sort of psycho..

I repent every second  I spent on reading this book.. (why would i read it then..simply because It was the test of patience and ability to control your frustration.. and jhakkaas.. I have a lot of ittttttttt). No but.. seriously.. Mr. Mandar.. what were you thinking when you had your final reading of the book.. and hello.. someone tell me the name of the person or the board who/which nominated this book for some literature awards somewhere..

A better use of the book is the give to terrorist groups and asked them to read.. A million will die of guilt of reading it.. and I bet my life.. if half of them turn to mental asylum in case such a work is ever repeated..

Alas.. yet another disappointed investment of my money..  Listen, not every IIM/IIT prodigy can or should turn author.. We have friend to serve a purpose.. to draw you away from any such temptation.. Hope I am able to convey my message…

Next on read is Almost Single..

Cheers

Loku

Tags: Book Review, humor, Mandar Kokate, oh!! shit not again

Two killer incidents and here I am again..

Tea break.. and Gosh!! I love it so much after 1.5 hours of grueling session of fiddling my brain muscles with Payables, Purchasing and other of those Oracle Financials which are giving Larry Ellison a tough time in managing the cash he is dealing with.. I am really thinking of giving him a helping hand.. You bet.. back to Tea time.. I have this weird habit of picking as many mugs of coffee as I possibly can.. have turned big time into Caffeine addict.. and once i have my mug.. I need a place to rest my coccyx and the flesh that surrounds it.. Thats butts for people who haven’t figured out yet.. So while amorously sipping my elixir, this cute girl of our batch..happened to come over and sat beside me.. and as most of you would know.. I being a very shy person.. I didn’t not at look her.. and was patriotically enjoying mother earth.. and BANG!!! the lady wore Purple Sandals.. WTF.. who wears them.. A girl.. D.A. (Dumb Ass).. yeah yeah.. I know.. but Purple.. com’on are you so not sane to wear them.. No we indeed are (that’s the feminine side of argument) .. I mean.. there are so many good colors.. why this purple one.. and that too.. a bright.. killing your pupil entering through Iris and leaving your entire retina burnt beyond repair.. leaving a unforgettable trail of hatred for this purple color that everytime you look at brinjal.. you say.. NO.. Amma.. no brinjal in this house any more.. I have been Purple Sandalized for ever.. Well off course she must have her reason for putting them on.. which I believe was.. a white purple striped Tee.. But this all bring me to a haunting future of entering with my girl in a footwear shop.. and coming out feeling like accompanied by Rainbow bags.. which would have virtually all possible colors found on earth beautifully or say disgustingly painted..drafted.. whatever.. on some footwear.. and then terrorizing the entire nerve network of my Color-Recognition mechanism.. While I will most certainly fail to understand the rationality of such MATCHING, girls, in general, would always deny explaining the logic.. which I believe is a blessing in disguise for me.. or so I hope..

Excuse me.. I need to say a few words.. Blah Blah Blah.. and Oh Yeah.. I am a IIM-L grad.. WHAT!!! why the fuck you need to tell me that.. I mean.. tell all of us that.. it was like the shortest introduction.. “Hello, My name is XXX and I graduated from IIM-L..that’s it and that’s all..” ok.. Its one of the most disgusting thing I have recently noticed in not one but so many of IIM pass outs.. Their introduction starts and ends with IIM.. as if all they know is confined to these three letters.. IIM.. and then my opinion about them too resonates and confine to three letters.. ASS!!.. Not that there is any thing wrong in mentioning the degree for which a million people will kill you… but on the name this holy earth.. STOP.. when you must.. They say.. the moment baby is out of mothers womb.. it flutters for its own identity.. But no.. some gentlemen.. (I hate to use this word) would very annoyingly forget that the moment they are out.. they need to cut the placenta they were feeding themselves upon, during the gestation of their MBA.. and now need to create their own identity using IIM tag.. and not to USE IIM as their identity.. I have all the respect for IIM for the stature they have and those people who are doing the best to mankind after making it through IIMs.. but these few bunch of people.. ridicule me like a guy who very proudly wears same pair of socks everyday and never shy from removing his shoe showing the most stinking socks which have by then turned into darkest yellow and have possibly developed some fungus over them.. and then he says.. oh shit!! somebody here is smelling like a filth box.. YEAH.. some one is.. and its YOU..

Before I hit the publish button.. Let me again say.. That IIMs are the most wonderful thing happened to my country and please don’t spoil it.. and I must mention again that I respect this place.. and being a Business Graduate myself.. I know how an aspirant MBA look at them.. So.. lets simply not dilute the name..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Lately my bangalore friend has been complaining of diluted essence of my blog.. for which I am really thankful to him.. (For telling me) .. I am working on it.. but a rusty blogger generally gets trapped in I just need to blog state.. and looks like I am certainly fettered in this emotion..

Tags: General, Gyan, IIM Brag, Purple Sandal

“Hey!! Hi.. I am Varun.. You know your TCS phone Friend.. “.. “oh! Yeah hi.. ” and blah blah.. We talked for a few more moments until I played what I am best at.. Another “Near to Death” prank.. (yeah.. Death for me by the way).. “I think I am in love with you..Every one there in college keeps talking about you and me and how we can be the best couple.. So I came here all the way to confess my feelings..” She looked aghast.. Almost dropped to dead silence.. “No its ok.. If you don’t feel the same way.. I am not saying you also feel the same.. All I wanted to confess my heart to you..” She is still in the recovery mode.. But her history about being the Weapon of Mass Destruction and specializing typically in MALE GENDER made me to keep one of her most embarrassing moments to the length of gentle trot.. So I finally woke her up from her worst nightmare coming true.. But wait.. I am ME and so had to push it till the brim.. “Hey listen, I know people here in your college talk about us too.. But this chap Loku, he is pain in my !#$.. And made me come here all the way.. And you know how is he.. Nuts.. But know what.. I think he is right.. Though he always is.. But this time I want to thank him for finally realizing me that I am in Love with you.. And believe me that you are one of the most inspiring persons in my life as of now.. After certainly Loku (yeah I had to make that crap as I wanted to save my ass at the end of this whole drama).. So what do you say? Any chances of us being together..” She was still recovering.. By the way.. All of her friends used to be dictated by her.. So such a shock of life can accrue another Pokhran incident in the University campus.. “See Varun.. I don’t know what are you saying.. But I think I need to go.. One of my friend Swati is waiting for me and we had to go to some place.. Can we talk later.. (well by that she meant.. She wanted to delay my murder a little longer)..” .. “Wait wait.. Before you go, I think I must tell you.. (Run for your life.. Dear.. Run.. It was my internal communication channel).. I am not Varun.. I am Loku.. Hope you know me.. ” “What!! You.. “.. And how I love Swati that very moment for jumping right in and saving me..

Well yeah.. That was the first meeting we had.. And then.. Rest is history.. I mean.. I am in the ring and she is the Ring Master.. I know its not one of those Love at first sight story.. But I had a kick for that prank.. And to maintain balance and none of ass to be felt as left out.. I got two.. One from her and one from Varun.. Wow!! Sometimes I do think my life is so well balanced.. Haha..

So, what exactly is keeping us going for so long.. Well I have been fortunate.. Why.. Cuz I could always avoid the question .. “Why do you love me.. ?? .. What do you like in me the most..??.. And likes of so many of “You bet you caught me” kind of questions.. For which no boy will ever want to answer until it is made compulsory for going THAT any extra mile.. Its not that we don’t know the answers.. But just that.. We don’t remember what we told you last time.. So we avoid it answering at the first place it self.. And then.. We have quite similar tastes.. I like to dress fancy and she equally enjoys kicking my butt for that.. So there is this mutual understanding.. That I won’t deprive her of her enjoyment and she doesn’t of mine.. She is extra hot when it comes to temper.. And mind it she can blow your lungs..take your heart out.. And smash it in front of you and all that with no smile.. And yeah.. She knows where you face is.. So punching is just taken for granted.. While I always had a flavor of those violent moments.. I am currently at my excitement peak.. And the best part.. I don’t miss her.. Even though I am at 1500Km far off place.. Because my body still aches for our “You are so going to be belted loku!!”.. Its just that I can’t help myself.. And contrary to hers, I think my genetical analysis will surely put me in the closets of deep frozen people.. EXTRA cool..

Fun apart.. She has been the most wonderful and sweetest things to happen to me.. Ya!! I agree I had to throw out 90% of my wardrobe collection which could have sold for a million or zillion of dollars on the name of Modern Art.. But its ok.. Some sacrifice you have to make.. (And SOME here resonates with ALL) .. We are certainly the greatest chaps together.. If I say.. I still remember.. “No this is not possible.. To.. Hey when are you coming back” journey.. And I really thank God for being so grateful to me.. Blessing with first a good friend..then a best friend..and finally a mate for life..

On this beautiful occasion of Valentine’s Day.. I want to wish all you beautiful couple a very best of journey that is yet to come.. And as for us.. We are still fighting over .. Her falling for me cuz of my bravery to play such prank to virtually a real lady Don..

Cheers

Loku

PS: I am yet to recover from the shocking reading of my life.. Oh Shit, Not again!.. I will be posting on that too.. Soon.. And Yeah I got my broadband connection.. Airtel you surely suck when it comes to Customer Service and TATA you rock darling..

Tags: General, Love, Valentine's Day

I missed the chance to blog about my Amritsar Trip with Chippad and Nitin, which ironically was my first trip on bike.. traveling some 1200 km in 4 days of time.. So when I get to know of 8 other insane souls, I (which converted to WE soon) decided to spend our second weekend together.. (I mean.. outing.. ) and hence the infant gang of Wipro decided to pack its bag for 2 days and left Bangalore for a destination which was only planned on papers. .. and when I say on Papers.. I truly mean each possible connotation… We had no planning except that we were going..

While it started with a bang.. it ended with bang also.. First bang was JHA and his music DVD.. and almost the silent night of Bangalore erupted in awe ( Dont really want to use the word AWE but since it was first time, I am giving JHA a chance…) with Kanta Laga and Nigodi Kaise Jawani h Remix.. and slowly graduating to Khwaja mere Khaja on popular demand of Anand.. for his flavor of Bhagwan ke songs… believe it or not.. The vehicle (14 seater) had Sony 5.1 DVD Player installed.. and Good lord!! it had some base to play.. Although I still don’t want to think.. why would JHA keep such collection and what made him listen to “Lucky Boy.. U are my Lucky Boy“.. but anyways.. Jalan and his “never-out-of-mind” talks compensated highly for poor DVD by JHA..

And did I mention Suketu, the Dude-the Fafda-etc etc, boy.. Oh! God.. What a dude.. awesome.. not that he doesn’t understand our twisters, he just can’t decide where to keep things shut… He gives us.. what we look for .. I MEAN the chance to belt him.. and we do.. Jalan, JP are most of time the criminals.. who don’t even think before ripping his happiness.. But yeah.. this chap is great.. real gem at heart.. and perhaps he enjoys more than any one of us.. when he is being @#$!@#$!…

By the way.. let me tell you the places we went.. First stop was Mullahnagar (if i spelt it correct).. second highest peak in Karnataka.. and what awesome place it is.. you just fall in love with this place.. and second was K.Gundi.. and while on the way to K.Gundi.. we happened to enter the wild reservation area and DAMN!! what a freaking place.. so so serene.. and if I can take the liberty to use the word… SEXY place..or atleast the way to K.Gundi.. just AWESOME.. will soon be sharing the pics.. I am still waiting for Broadband at my new place..

Then after being at K.Gundi the next best thing was Hebbe Falls.. 400 or 500 ft. of height.. and GAJAB..

I will prefer the pics and slide show to speak the rest of trip.. as for now this is the link for Facebook album.. I will soon be uploading the slideshow ..

Take care darlings…!!!

Loku

PS: what is next!!! (perhaps Coorg)..

Tags: Chikmagalur, Hebbe Falls, Karnataka, Mullahnagar, My Travels