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

After spending the best of my time in Dubai.. I bade adieu to Dubai with a heavy heart.. Yes!! I still love that place.. and to all my friends who would never want to come to middle east, I am not you.. I landed on the soil of Middle East with a image, rather say a mirage, of sand, purdah, and a place abandoned by many.. But spending just a few weeks there, I had a uey in my belief, thoughts and perceptions.. I loved.. love.. and will love.. this place till the time my gray cells are functioning.. From Burj Al Arab to Burj Dubai.. Wafi Mall to Dubai Mall.. O-14 Green towers to Twin Towers..a land of no hope to a land of Dreams.. Yes.. Thats what Dubai means to me.. A place where any thing is possible.. A panacea of all that nature deprived this place of.. and an epitome for human’s imaginations which made its way to realize what no one ever even dared to think.. Thats THE Dubai..

Chandan and Sanjana would always ask me what I loved about this place.. and I was always short of words.. and no wonder I still am.. Because for me.. this place is beyond vocal praises.. I feel the soul in this place.. I feel the hunger to be THE XXXXXX-EST ( Dubai .. whatever they build, they build with superlative degree.. the largest mall, the largest man made island, the largest Water park etc etc ) in this place.. I tried to capture a few of the pics (mostly from Bhatti’s and Chandan’s camera.. Thanks guys) .. May be.. and if ever be fortunate.. I will be back to Dubai.. and this time for long.. I guess..

Cheers

Loku

PS: These are just some random collection.. I didn’t have time to sort out the collection.. I will do so shortly.. Till then just watch the slideshow as what do we say “Assorted”..

Tags: Dubai, General, UAE

Well.. pretending to be still young and hearty.. and in my early Twenties.. I knew this year.. I will enter into what we call as First Step towards late Twenties.. OK.. lets cut the crap.. and come to point straight.. on 20t this month.. I turned 26.. and Gosh!! ain’t I happy.. oh shucks I am.. but why.. don’t really know.. but when I see Pravek getting married this December,  Rahul (Dost) to be next one.. and Meha who already has.. I am feeling walking into that zone where you turn from a flamboyant living hell to a settled Man.. yups I am excited.. Its been a little long living alone or to say.. little long putting “Single” in all drop down menus. haha.. Well speaking of gist straight.. I am on my way to fuel in my job hunt and get Settled.. and I mean settled in quickly..

Now talking about THAT day.. i read somewhere.. you are young till 25 and then you become what Dad sees as a responsibility, mom sees as opportunity and sister sees as Cheering moment.. and your friends see as “Another one.. I mean.. ek aur bakra..” .. yups that all hint towards your apt age to look for a bride and get in the shoes of having a new family and for all that matter in Social set up.. you are now considered to be an important member in your house.. where every thing you talk is not taken as granted rather scrutinized to the last possible child node and then your intellect is rated out of 10.. and believe me.. it will never be higher than 4 points.. thats how we generally play Ghar-Ghar in THE Real Life Case Study..

While this noise is increasing daily.. I mean the bells of Wedding notion.. I can foresee many of my mates getting into groove for it.. to name a few.. Bhatti, Amit, Nitesh, Dude, Aninda.. and some beautiful ladies whom I know.. Now if you notice.. the only accrual benefit of my turning 26 is that now I can start reading and understanding the Children Insurance and Children Education Insurance Policies .. And god.. I just love this part which is based on pure speculations.. and like a lot of assumptions.. which I better not say here.. So if you are reading this.. you know you need to just keep looking for any news to come.. Am I hinting something.. No No.. I mean.. I don’t know.. may be.. may be not.. eeeeeeee… I think I must leave..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Bangalore.. here I come.. Tuesday and the Boy will land..

Tags: Happy Birthday

I came across this great mail forwarded in pure “Moral Obligation” by one of my friend.. and I could not resist but to put it on my blog. I don’t claim any content pasted below to be mine and if you dont like anything leave a comment and rest will be taken care of

You don’t buy tickets for a music concert or cricket match, but try to use your political contacts (the private secretary of the deputy secretary to the minister of state for khadi industries)

You always ask the vendor “Bhaiya, yeh gol guppe aate ki hai ya sooji ke ?”

You use the word “setting” or “jugaad” at least once a day

You overtake people from the wrong side and stare into their eyes while doing so

You have fought at least once in the last 30 days with your neighbours over parking

You pride yourself on drinking only on Monday, Wednesday and Thurday to Sunday evenings. Tuesday is a religious day, you see !!

You always praise the Metro lavishly, but you yourself only travel by car

You’ve lived in Delhi all your life, but have never visited the Red Fort. It is for tourists !!

You don’t find it strange to call a complete stranger “bhaiya”

Even if you live in posh colonies, your wife / mother will say to the vegetable vendor “Bhaiyaa, dhaniya hari mirch nahi di”. Even with half a kilo of carrots, she expects dhania and hari mirch free !!

You believe you’re an excellent driver because you can always correctly guess what the driver in the vehicle in front will do

You address the waiter in the restaurant as either “boss” or “pappeey”, depending on how many stars it has, or doesn’t have

You look down on people who call gol guppas “pani puri”

Your idea of a great time is meeting up with a friend for “daaru shaaru te kabbab shabbab”

You refer to your vehicle as “kanvense” (conveyance), as in “Apni kanvense howe na ta badi kanvinyance hondi hai ji”

You are familiar with the sight of middle-aged aunty-jis wearing Gucci shades and carrying LV bags, eating gol guppas in GK or bhelpuri in South Ex (with Diet Coke, of course)

When going to to Lajpat Nagar / Rajouri Gardens / Kamla Nagar / Karol Bagh, you park your car and take an auto-rickshaw instead. But to go to CP,  you always go in your own car although you know you’ll never ever get parking space

You refer to East Delhi as “Jamuna Paar”

You refer to AIIMS as “Medical”

You use “jugaad” (contacts) for everything, from getting movie tickets to restaurant bookings to play-school admissions

You have hit 120 kmph at Nelson Mandela Marg (Ring Road) at some time (even if it’s only after midnight)

You think every South Indian comes from “Madras”

You refer to people from North-East as “Chinkies”

The only time you went to the Delhi Zoo was on a school picnic in Class IV, and you still call it Chidiya Ghar

You  insert the words “yaar” or “bhai” at least once in every sentence

You have eaten anda parantha outside Vikram Hotel / bun omelette at Dhaula Kuan / kulfi at Karol Bagh / gol guppe at India Gate / dosa at Madras Hotel / chaat at Chandini Chowk

You are completely at home with teri maa di, teri bahen di, oye, madar …, oye, bahen…. etc

You refer to any pretty girl as “baamb”

Your favourite song is “Dilli hai dil walon ki. ….”. Of course !!

Cheers

Loku

PS: Don’t take anything to your heart.. we are Like This

Tags: General, Meri Delhi

I could not get any better word than this which could probably contain some optimism in it and as a matter of fact I don’t even know if I need to be a optimistic one for this blog. Some strange thoughts made me write this one and while trying to figure out the flowing emotions I realized that even the strongest metal is vulnerable to cracks when hit repeatedly. Well!!! So far in life after seeing beautiful (Not always) 25 summers , I eventually agreed to one of the greatest paradox about human life or any form of life for that matter.

Everyone knows where the road of this life ends at then why this entire climax speculations make every one go haunted for days. No I am not a cynical bastard!!! (not even a Pervert, as two of my best friends love to shout on my face ). The moment you are born, you know the dice has started rolling and ultimately it will stop one day… that day may be sooner or later.. But it has to.. Unfortunately Newton’s second law does not fit here.. Or perhaps it does because there are just so many external factors involved here…who knows.. My point of delusion is “why do we then never acknowledge this, prima facie… A little tough for me to understand.. As rightly copied from Chandan’s Gtalk status message “Life is but an journey to End”… Deep thought huh?? Well if you believe so then it is.. But if we change the lens we have a new canvas to see and a new motion to emote. I know philosophic me is very sad…. And Chandan specifically nods in disbelief when I write anything other than.. My usual self.. And further complicating tangle of emotions is .. My girl would never read such piece of immense depth ( I mean what I write when I am under huge and burdening impression of al-kuḥl which essentially is the mother of word “Alcohol”..you can trace the etymology on Wikipedia..) as she says it forces her to reconsider her decision about me.. And thus I keep the count to minimum..

As someone said once and then has been repeated in countless movies and public speaking (Self-assurance topics) “Live each day as it is your last”.. Aren’t we hooking our entire life path to that ultimate end.. And nothing but a trivial truth.. For simple reason that that anchoring point gives you motivation, a courage to do what you have never done, to be what you really want to be.. And likes of such “you can win” words.. And then when it comes to be face-to-face with it.. We crash..we shatter.. And eventually leave a moist space in the book of life.. During the entire life orchestra we prepare hard for coda, and when we come to that part of our composition.. We get most concerned and perhaps worried..

I don’t want to conclude with some “Moral of the Story” but I want to think that if I know I have an end to everything.. Then I will start value every second of life and face the last ticking of clock with satisfaction that “I knew all that I wanted to do in my ONE life”.. You can call this entire “I know I will die.. But I don’t want to.. ” an irony or the paradox of life.. In whichever word of English dictionary you are comfortable with..

Cheers

Loku

PS: I hate those “Self-motivating lectures” because he can never know what and how I want to play my innings..

Tags: General, life gyan

December 10th, 2008.. We came, we saw and We ARE confused.. 105 dangling souls… 105 different aspirations..105 different dreams.. gathered under one shelter.. the GiMBA.. where everyone wanted to prove he is better than others.. and impress the veracity of doing what he was doing.. The males and the Females.. oldies and kidzz.. all and so many of them.. from.. the land of corporate where everyone waits desperately for last day of month and salary credit..to.. the land of new dreams and new faces where bonds would be made and new couples would emerge ..

October 31st, 2009..We are still confused.. yes we are.. to see people packing their bags.. booking their ticket back home.. final days booze parties.. last days get together.. this one year.. will be placed very special in our lives.. while I met two very special friends and many names that I wont forget.. specially Chandan and Amit Singh.. if certainly they get me placed..

More of this life may come soon.. depends on my hydration level

Cheers

Loku

Tags: General, GiMBA

Yeah.. we celebrate each and every function that falls in a calender “Holidays” column.. and hence we just could not miss the Navratri celebration.. dandiya Night at campus.. no words.. all fun.. and all dances.. Girls.. as always Gorgeous.. Boys.. as always #@$ @#$@..

Enjoy..

Loku

Tags: Dandiya Night, General, SPJCM Celebration

Narad Muni.. haha.. well thats what some people in my batch call me.. and if I be realistic then the percentage of people calling me Narad Muni will probably reach the absolute 100.. oopsi… I don’t mind it.. At least people are recognizing my efforts.. Well said na.. Rajeev, Anirban, Kedia or Bhatti and Kalyani for that matter.. I don’t really try hard to be a cruel nuts.. It comes quite naturally to me and the flavor of life I live in, it perfectly resonates. So after giving it a Well-thorough thought, some batch mates thought of having Ass-kicking ceremony and I to be the special guest at Hot Chair.. If I remember correct the prophecy of a living legend (read the Doctor in some Delhi’s hospital) came true on 20th November, some 26 years back.. but my people here at GiMBA were in a bit hurry to get away with their assembled frustrations.. So 20th October was what they decided… THEY.. actually it was only from Bhatti’s side.. for some reason he has been highly obsessed with me.. (Now don’t run your wild thoughts, its only about REVENGE) so the mail floated and it was all me..I mean they were all over me.. I mean.. well you can understand, how emotions erupt if you keep them under surface for a longer than usual time.. they burst on me.. and on my “Sitting Aid”.. and they busted loud..

I still remember the color.. the PURE RED.. when I was tempted to see my butts that pained for first 5 kicks and then went into eon of being senseless.. While I happily declare that I am 100% Anti-Obese human, that day I regretted of it.. My highly adjustable and accommodating structure not only made it easy to be lifted with bare minimum two persons at a time but also showed equal respect to fair gender community.. My butts were humbly signed by two of my most darling heart foes.. The Gunjan and The Sanjana.. But fortunately for me.. it happened after my first round of “Lets kick his bloody Ass” so any extra count went unnoticed by my “Pain Recognizing” nerve network.. Diminishing Marginal Pain.. Concept to suna hoga ..

Off the topic.. Chandan had been very demanding since last few days regarding my take on the word PLACOM.. and every time I thought about sharing my feelings.. A fear of ..”Loku you are still jobless” .. haunts me.. but my friend Chandan, that will not stop me from putting across a blog about you and your committee.. All I need is the A4 size sheet printed with Golden letters “We are happy to offer you ……. ….. ….. at a annual compensation of ….. …. …” and merrily signed by some big shot in some big shot firm and accepted by another big shot.. Mr. Me..

Just till then we both need to suppress our earthly desires for a better good..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Bhatti and Gunjan.. the worst combo of WORST PJ.. and each time they start I bet I bleed through where ever possible.. because when they ask you what is “Marketing” you better not give it a thought rather run for your life.. I swear.. Its contagious and deadly…

Tags: General

I have nothing to do.. absolutely nothing.. except watching India losing its first ODI against Aussie..Com’on we have done it in past and we will done it again..I thought so..anyways back to my nothingness.. So I thought of putting the PICS of GiMBA journey online and in the sequels on this blog.. one by one.. i have a huge collection.. thanks to Goli, Chandan, Bhatti and Mine Nikon L16… i will be posting it one after the other.. this way I will keep myself busy for a little while..By the way I must tell you end of this week, 31st October.. I will be officially graduating as MBA-IT.. and Gosh!! it looks like I am all set for those Matrimonials.. and lately my spam folder is all full with Matrimonials.. I wonder how quickly news spread in this age of Digitization and Internet…

Well for the first series I am posting the pics of my recent trip to Abu Dhabi to attend a Job Fair..well that was total loss because every door we knocked.. we found “House Full” .. that very much defeated the whole idea of this fair but whatever it was… but the key take away was the “I love this part of the world” feel.. I have to tell you all.. if you ever been to this place.. You can not (until you are like most of my batch mates who want to go back) think of moving back to your hometown.. This place seems so attractive to me for its sheer creativeness and will to be what it is today..

So cheers and keep coming for more pics… Next would be My Birthday Pics…

Loku

Tags: Abu Dhabi, Pics Abu Dhabi, UAE