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

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

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

Just want to tell you all that i have been a little busy and just not able to find time to sit on my Laptop and do what i Love to..

Tags: Announcement, General

This Blog is dedicated to all the cutest, smartest and darlings of my heart to share their Christmas wish with me and my people. So don’t shy away.. Share them here.. At least I will.. And if I forgot to tell you, then please note that yours Loku is in talk with Santa Uncle and is trying to PUSH (my GiMBA mates will understand the gravity of this word) your wishes so that they come true the first. And don’t forget gifts for your loved ones.. You can always tell them how much you love them.. some things are much better understood when spoken.. OK.. good..

By the way.. I am a part time ELF in Santa Uncle crew, so load all your wishes here..

Merry Christmas to all of you again..

Elf Loku..

Tags: Christmas, General, Xmas

Alarm..alarm..alarm.. its  5:45 AM.. the first alarm went berserk.. killing the silence of the room.. dragging you back to the world of LIVING from whatever dream land you are wandering with your dream girl.. KILL IT.. Oh! do that.. Shouted I.. but just like no one feeds the infant until he cries his lungs out yelling on the world that He is hungry for Calcium rich liquid diet.. I had to look for that noise canon and humbly put it off.. I cant risk another Mobile at such liquidated time of my life .. So finally I got up at 6:30 AM.. Yeah.. you take liberty of sleeping for next 45 minutes.. because no sleep ever be better than the one you enjoy after knowing its only some moments left to be back in the dream land and give those finishing touch to your dream that you left abruptly.. I mean.. don’t get me wrong..

And then it was THE day for me.. We have this famous saying that.. Once I get the cue, things start falling in places and I could do it.. something like this some scholars would argue to sound humble.. but I won’t be humble.. as it was 180 degree shift for me.. Got up.. and like you would really need after the round of beer the previous night.. you look around for washroom and pray you get a clean commode.. u don’t need stinky flavor in the early morning.. Luckily I am living with some good people.. After I was done I flushed the commode to pay my part.. and then the things turned mischievous as worst as they could.. Brushed the teeth and realized.. Fuck!!  there is no more water.. Yuppaaaaaa!! nothing done.. have an interview and water tank already leaked the supply to its maximum.. First shock of the day.. nevertheless.. i gathered myself and went for the morning tea at some stall which is 5 minutes walking.. walking each step with pray that Oh! holy water.. bestow me with your presence..

What a delight to have tea in the morning.. with local chai wala.. and some unknown people who would always look very familiar in the morning.. some one gargling a good morning sip of water.. someone with brush in his hand.. and what not.. you love that sight.. and I like always fond of these natural scenes got involved with the chai wala in asking why the rates are so freaking high for a cup of tea that will evaporate if you don’t sip the moment it is delivered.. Wonder why do they call them serving Cups.. those are more of Teasing Campaign.. they serve such low quantity.. Well rest was peaceful until I saw the time and ran back to room.. 7 AM.. Holy Cow!! luckily the landlord had switched on the motor to pull up some water.. May they live 1000s years.. 7:22 AM out of bathroom.. looking for clothes.. I put my hands on my new pair of Shirt and Trouser.. and Dude.. I looked SMART.. I mean its obvious.. but still worth mentioning..

All smart, after putting the most of perfume to get a scented aroma around me.. I looked for shoes.. and thats the second twist.. I could not find two socks which would look same.. CRAP!! I did what anyone would have.. two socks from two different herds.. and there it was. My first chance to screw the interview.. in case they wanted to know which color socks I was wearing.. anyways.. Running out of room.. Looking for Auto wala.. “NO madi.. I don’t know this place”.. what.. say that again.. You don’t know MG Road.. you don’t shit with some one getting late for the interview in the morning my friend..  every child in Bangalore would know MG Road.. Hmm.. How much you want tell me.. Rs 50 extra.. Hmm.. but I said all that in my mind.. I finally got one other.. took me to this new dream land of MG Road..

Five minutes after I got down of Auto.. I saw the crowd of some 20 people and I was the only one with No Business-Suit.. :O.. shocked to death.. I was praying God to forgive my new shirt and trouser this time.. And then this lady in beige color Saari came to the venue.. and As my astrologer told me.. that my Venus mount is the most lucky asset I have.. I knew then .. it would be fine.. and as the prophecy.. I welcomed some 15 people without Business Suits.. So it was time for someone to talk to me.. A guy came near me and that formal hi hello started and in between of all that, he saw two of his classmates and straight away ignored me.. and started talking to them.. What the crap..?? You don’t have manners or what.. some SIMS school I guess.. Looked like that guy bunked Manners classes.. OK.. if both of his classmates were girls and good looking by the way.. But com’on thats no excuse.. silly fellow..

The PPT lasted some 40 minutes.. and then the major hurdle.. GD.. and I know .. it has never been my game.. though I am, so far, never kicked out of it.. but still its a haunting nightmare for me.. Anyways.. given the topic and we started.. Not discussing.. but fighting.. as if it was a war between South and North.. I managed somehow to survive and came out without any physical harm.. and then the most killing thing was waiting for me.. yeah.. WAIT.. i waited for like eternity.. for my call.. and when I had it finally.. i guess.. the panel already had enough of candidates.. but they were nice.. specially the man.. he did most of talking.. and he looked a very happy person to be in interview room with..

Anyways.. it was one of good experience after all and I am loving the weather in Bangalore.. Just that this traffic sucks me big time..

It was a long time, I put a new blog.. so this one was inevitably a long one ..

Cya guys.. Love ya all

Loku

PS: Another good thing that happened was, I met a junior of mine.. yeah.. felt so good to be back in college days and talk about some greenery .. hope you got what i mean ..

Tags: General, Interview Experience