Where are we going??.. I think lets go to nearest bar here.. and how many option do we have.. We have many..One there is this Apple AC bar.. Second there is this Crystal Bar.. But you think it will be ok to take Suuu with us.. Yeah nice question.. See I don’t know about this place and can’t say whether they will be shocked to see a girl next to them drinking.. Yeah.. It’s going to be fun.. let’s call it the place..

And hence we landed at Crystal Bar at Chennai.. By the way, for all of you who don’t know where I am.. I want to share my piece of trouble.. I am in Chennai, the capital of Tamilnadu.. TROUBLE?? why?? see for a hardcore north indian, yes this place is trouble.. for.. first you hate to see a girl wearing Patiyala suit, its almost vilifying the stunner look of this contour.. second.. how often you see.. i mean.. how can you see.. somebody serving Chilled beer with Rasam Vada.. as complimentary item.. WTF!!! I hate it I hate it.. wait.. I can’t really detest it.. its like holding the root of culture even if you are at 9th Cloud.. and yes.. That’s why this post..

Rasam vada with Kingfisher.. Wait.. Something is wrong.. i asked myself.. NO.. absolutely no.. there is nothing that is alien here.. its THE place of long held culture.. and you have to accept it.. but com’on you don’t need Rasam Vada.. with your chilled beer.. Look.. its already a challenge that you hardly find anything that belongs to your taste.. or say.. something which your taste buds are used to.. and then you make the “its not what I am used to” feeling.. worsening into “its not what I WANT to be used to” guilt.. but can you do anything.. No.. there is a big no Loku.. you better get used to.. and so.. I am determined to blend..ARE you serious.. oh!! shucks nooooooooooooo..

Cheers

Loku

Tags: Bar, Chennai, Crystal Bar, Kingfisher Lager

After a long time, I got to read something engaging. My recent toiling has been very brutal to my motivation of reading. But thanks to Adavita, finally I am gaining back my Chi . I got reference of this book from one of blog that I follow very diligently.. And regrets.. no.. none. The best part, it was like one Sitcom running where you want it to just continue, not because it has some thrilling moments but because it entertains you. Yeah!! I recently heard, one director has taken the challenge of making a movie out this book, well certainly a good marketing to any book writer. And sharing a little insight about me, I love these women writers for their impressive command on Girls Gossip.. and every word of this description is adored from deepest of my heart.

A very warm story with a mute resemblance with what contemporary female fraternity of late 30s would feel. A very nicely knitted book which captures the essence of subtle daily routines and those “Cats World of Cribbing”. I have enjoyed reading each page of the book and perhaps after some debacle readings of my life, this book came as a much desired delight. Adavita has beautifully embraced every emotion, haziness and the DESIRE to be accepted but conditionally. A story of a woman who would never compromise with karma but would obediently surrender to screamings of her mother (though, she would do what she would have anyhow, listening to mom.. only comes natural as a good daughter of family). A worth collection to have for NON-Classic readers, someone like me.. who would enjoy anything that is remotely related to feminine world of mysteries. If I have to rate this book, I would certainly rate it as a jolly-read where the author would cajole her words into your mind with an appreciated ease.

Like always I would not narrate the story in my blog, as I feel its the right of author to earn her royalty. But the gist I always can.. and there you need to forgive me for missing all most all details as I am writing this blog after a long time of reading this book. Its a story of a woman working in one of luxurious hotels in Delhi, waiting for her Mr. Right to come and paint her dreams Pink.. again and forever.. Mrs. Mom, a character that has been used since ages to make life a little exciting (in any way youcan assume), is the apt armor author has in her book and this time with her elder sister.. making the combo a reason enough for suicide.. An unwelcomed entry of Mr. Right in the story makes the entire plot a little predictable but off course her ingenuous scripting kept me looking for more pages before I slipped into bed.I particularly appreciate the last few pages of the book (certainly not because Ms. Aayesha was portrayed in a towel and then the slipping of towel.. but because it added that blush and smile of your face until the last page of the book. Well yeah!! the slipping of towel raised my appreciation for the book.. call me cheap if you have )..

cheers

Loku

PS: I am not rating this book as must have but yes.. it is one happy book to read when the world around you seem to be much happier than you want it to be

Tags: Adavita Kala, Almost Single, Book Review, humor

Don’t bother.. I mean.. don’t bother wondering that.. Why have I put this video so late on the blog.. I wanted to capture this moment here.. and thanks to Goli.. I have got some coverage in the video..

Cheers

Loku

Tags: Convocation 2009, GDEC08 Batch, GiMBA, MBA, SPJCM Celebration

All packing once again.. move to a new place Loku.. life has been all packing and moving since end of 2008.. and while stumbling upon these thoughts.. I was reminded of this video when everything starts as a beginning .. Never to End soon.. or Perhaps.. to be RELOCATED..

Cheers

Loku

Tags: GiMBA, MBA, SPJCM Celebration

Why?? Why on earth.. it’s me.. shifting corners on the bed.. I was wondering.. or put it..complaining to God.. Why of all 22 people.. only I was destined to go where I have no desire to go.. not that the place is not cool.. but hey.. I am a North Indian.. and that too.. that hardcore North Indian whom some of my Bangalore friends call Chopu (Chapati Oriented People).. and some one.. who is a typical “born and brought up in Delhi” dude.. And that’s why it didn’t seem ridiculous when I asked my dad.. Dad!! do we need Visa to go to South India.. I mean .. Northern part is India.. but for South do we need Visa or something of that sort.. Ya I know its disgusting to say so.. but com’on its not that disgusting also.. but then the place I am going is a world where people fanaticized about IIT-IIM tags.. and God only knows.. if some clothes would need cleaning also.. Look at me.. if you know me.. as in .. in person.. do I like look like the kind of human who would anyways fit in that land.. shit Noooo!!! I remember why Sanju called me Pervert Bastard.. not that I think of only puberty related stuff.. but yeah.. I get blunt or say OPEN while discussing things..

Just see the life November 2008 onwards for me.. First this Delhi dude went to Singapore.. the place which entertains any Indian who grew up reading Playboy.. in torch light under quilt in winters or in washrooms in summers.. (Well yes.. I am focusing here on Male community of India).. and at my age, that time, after living almost more than a decade with puberty shining.. I had my reasons to symbolize the place with orgasmic heaven.. For that you get to see ample skin.. and to add the cherry to the cake was sale of all kinds of alcohol in damn any retail shop.. like a Hajmola you’ll find in almost any shop in India.. or say.. Zandu baam.. (What freaking name.. but yeah.. I heard its addictive ).. Truly that place was THE turning point.. where I became utterly blunt in my words.. and attained that enlightenment when I started being the “he is such a pain in @#$” guy.. by the way.. its a must visit place for anyone..

And then to Dubai.. oohhh.. Damn it.. never really loved anyplace more than that city.. If you have money .. no place would make that huuuggee bags of money look insulted than this place would.. I somehow adore that place still.. though my friends are of else view.. Do I care.. Hell no!!!.. The only part of a female you will be able to see would be covered with Gold and more Gold.. and that too.. so much of it.. that you would .. literally start believing that the female is gold plated.. and yes.. its a place to see.. how imaginations turn to reality..

And then the twist.. Loku.. your joining will be in Bangalore.. and I was like.. OMG!!! See.. for people like me.. Chintu, Pintu, Monu, Tonu are names.. but the likes of names you may find in southern part .. we only learn that long words when we pass our primary education.. ( Yes.. public schools kids might learn a little earlier ).. but this place treated me so well.. that if not Delhi.. then Bangalore.. is where I would wish to live.. but the shock of the life came when final posting was set in the land of TamilNadu.. and then the torture started..

Everyone of my batch mate will sit with me for atleast 10 minutes with google map on computer screen and helping me in “Chenni Darshan”.. they all bloody exaggerate sooo much.. that it freaks the soul of me (Yeah.. I do have a soul, I have to.. i have read Geeta).. and I would literally start smelling coconut oil on the murg tangri (Chicken leg piece) I would be planning to have in lunch.. but then thats what friends are for.. Exaggerating things.. and making sure that you freak the hell from it.. I mean truly.. they are most hated devils around you.. exaggerating so much that it wouldn’t feel mad.. if they describe a mere handshake as an attempt to rape.. yeah.. true.. I would do that if someone had been in my shoes.. at this moment ..

Though I know most of the tales I am listening are nothing but bluffs.. or say.. “intended torture for me”.. I am so looking forward to see that place.. with my Avenger ( m planning to buy one ) and the places around..

Cheers Madi..

Loku

Tags: Bangalore, Chennai, Delhi, Genearl, North India, South India