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

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 one I copied from the archive of my previous blog.. Still working on a PHP script to migrate my older blogs which run in 70+ count.. I think I will take quite some time.. or may be the Christmas is the best time to get my hands in the legacy database of my blog (Speaking in Old times ).. So here it goes again live on my blog.. Enjoy madi..

I waited for the moment,
I longed my courage for…
My heart whispered chants of the unspoken truth,
I knew its always more than a usual adore…

Never did those words feel oblivion to me,
I had only pushed the things under surface…
I knew my world would whisk around her,
If there was one, it would be her face…

I knew, the heavens staring at me in delight,
As I looked like an itchy soul…
I knew, the moment would come any soon,
To speak my heart and say it all…

All set in incertitude for her benign arrival,
I knew talks would be tougher than climbing a mountain…
Should I hold her hands, or close my eyes
Ahh!! my heat was burning in the sweet anxious pain…

I would tell her, what I hold in my heart,
Yes I would say “I love you” standing on my knee(s)…
No rose would ever be sweeter than her smile,
And none would love you as much as me…

I want to feel your breath,
I want to live these moments with you…
I want to cherish your fragrance in me,
I wish to touch your trembling lips, oh! Yes I do…

Lets hold our hands, let me feel your softness,
Let me hug you, and leave me never…
Let me look in your eyes and wonder how beautiful they are,
Lets walk together for now and forever…

With ripples pounding in my heart,
And a sensation of you being in my arms, what more shall I wish…
Under the blessings of heavenly sky,
We shall love and we shall kiss…..

Cheers

Loku

PS: Well, it has been a dream to see indian batting really capitalizing on the great start provided to them. 300 in 34th over.. and I am seeing them struggling to make it big from that.. Some issue, i swear..

Tags: General, Love, Poetry

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

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