How GPRS saved the g err day

So my brother's in town and he's an outright all night party animal, so he, his friend n wife n I are slated to arrive at Swagath Garuda, Jaynagar at 9.40 on a Friday night to watch (hold thy breath) Dostana.....

The prospect of watching a possibly inane movie made by an alleged homosexual guy (not too many doubts now after watchin the movie...theete teerskondbitta baddimaga...) was not too inviting...Matters became worse when we got to the theatre only to find out that our tickets have been given to somebody else...

It having been an eventful day, my bro didn't have the 'booking no.' on self at 9.40 pm. Out whipped my phone was by the me and i logged into gmail...Good ol' gmail application and my slightly sluggish ( :D ) phone took its time, but finally yielded the result! After some 'here sir' and 'sorry for the inconvenience sir' et al, we were sitting down...And boy was the timing right!

Priyanka Chopra's introduction in the movie has not been handled by Karan Johar I think...I can't call it tastefully done, but they focused on all the 'pertinent' aspects of her...The 3 protagonists put on their best american english (yet indelibly desi) accents and waltz through the film in immaculate clothing and posh locations, with emotions and loads of gay innuendos...

The bottom line of the movie. Spoiler coming up. Two men who aren't gay in the first place, but pretend to be a gay couple, eventually END up committing a rather gay act in front of a score of ppl for a girl !!!

The first half of the movie is cleverly humorous, although blatant and in ur face and 'yaaawn' in some of its jokes...The second half merits the choking of the Karan Johar.

The END.
Shalom.

What the!?

I am walking towards the conference room...

I open the door...

I look at the room...all seats taken...People are already sitting on the floor, relaxed and chatting with each other...A rather mirthy atmosphere also, if i may add.

And then i turn towards the left...And see the huge screen, meant for a projector...And I do a double take...

CricInfo.com

My section level meeting ladies and gents!!!

Endings and Beginnings

I will need this as a record sometime, so here it is :

I quit HP 3 days ago, after what seemed like a rather long sojourn of 3 yrs, 4 months and 6 days.

The day was the 12th of November. It was an extremely coupla days including and leading upto it, cos I was in denial. I experienced the psychological symptom of denial in its full force during this period.

I didn't, couldn't think of the fact that I would be leaving this company...The company where I didn't work, but played...With colleagues, with 5 of my college friends at different times of my stay...It was a transition every fresher dreams of, straight from the playground called college to another corporate playhouse where u get paid for having fun!

There's a dark side to all this frolic...Sometimes things got too personal, and the pressure drove me close to madness...And I'd be lying if I said that I don't take any of that away from HP; But it'd be harsh to say that I made a jittery start to my career...one weighs such things and one sees that one's 'good thingsu' pan is much much heavier :)

We return to the present, and we're in the last day...A rather dazed Murali is going through the tasks of a typical 'last day'. Several people ask him whether he's feeling ok, alright etc. What they don't realize is the denial is melting into realization and fear and sadness...Realization of what he'd done, Fear of what's ahead and sadness of ...Lets leave that to him shall we?

As I separate myself from him and look at how he's handling all the people coming to his cube to wish him a bright future and telling him in certain tones that he'll do well, i can now clearly see what i felt then...I wasn't talking to them then...A zombie was..."Hi...Yeah I am...Yeah, its today...Ah hah ha...Thanks, thanks a lot!!...Yeah I will, I have ur number/mail id" etc etc

And that evening...it all came tumbling out...It'll suffice to say that the moon was beautiful that evening...Somehow managed to notice it...

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The contrast of the people, their attitude towards me in their presence today, was huuuuuuuge...

Oh I'm comparing my first day @ Sun, with my last day @ HP btw! Welcome to DivyaShree chambers, a relic in its own right, but with magnificient "corporate" interiors...Pretty receptionists to impatient HR ladies to lazy and careless software engineers...You've got em all sire!

Murali in HP on 10th Nov 2008 : Adored and respected (to a certain level) for his contributions and his personality.

Murali in Sun on 12th Nov 2008 : Uh, which one is he again!?

Those of you going "duh what else didja expect?!" (thats u sheetal) are absolutely right...I'm not contesting the existance of a difference...I'm just drawing ur attention to the magnitude.. :Dumbledorish bow

:D

And oh, Solaris is slow!! The keyboard is ohmygosh weird, and the people are alternatingly aloof and caring! I'll get used to it I guess, like everything else...

Well, getting used to it doesn't mean forgetting you and the past ok na?

A song for every occasion...

I must be invisible;
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets
On my hands and knees.

I was born with a ragin thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But Ive learned through the years.
Dont encourage me.

cause Im a lonely stranger here,
Well beyond my day.
And I dont know whats goin on,
So Ill be on my way.

When I walk, stay behind;
Dont get close to me,
cause its sure to end in tears,
So just let me be.

Some will say that Im no good;
Maybe I agree.
Take a look then walk away.
Thats all right with me.


I'll be on my way....

Did you know...

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Bitchess : You bitch of a sun...
Mr Li : If I'm a bitch, then you're a bitchess...
Bitchess : So that does make me a dog?
Mr Li : No...you're a gay dog...and that's why a bitchess
Bitchess : Ha...that was a brilliant explanation...


:D

Goodbye DC

David Coulthard is a Formula One racing driver.
Or he used to be...

That's cos he retired at the end of the recently concluded scintillating Brazilian Grand prix. Pretty tall, British and supposed to've raced for top teams in his peak...Now I wasn't too big a fan of his, but got to know a couple of really interesting facts about him!

• When once he'd won a race with McLaren, it seems he'd turned out to receive his trophy in a Superman costume!
• They were showing bloopers/behind the scenes footage of the preview show for a formula one race (the show's called RaceDay). There's this rather sexy female anchor of the show, who's interviewing DC before his last race. She asks him "So what'll you miss most on the Formula One circuit DC?" And he says, without any emotion on his face, "I'll really miss looking down your nice cleavage during an interview"

Hilllarious!

auto raja

is the name of a kannada movie, by shankar nag, which sorta immortalized and elevated the status of an auto driver, his hard ships, his big aortic pump (heart) etc etc

In the past week, I've had the fortune of traveling in an auto, with some rather colourful drivers manning the wheel...

1. One guy asked me a "onnendaaf" fare (one and a half for those who haven't cracked it yet). When I protested, he said "en saar neev software novre hing and bittre?" and shaved off 10 bucks on the condition that we'd both (me n the auto driver) smoke a cigarette together!

2. At 10 pm in the night after a rather hilarious play, bro sis in law n I catch an auto. All's fine till we encounter some traffic cops with breath analyzers. At this point somebody (dont remember who) ponders about the mechanics of this exercise of catching alcoholic drivers... And the driver gives us his glimpses of drunk driving episodes that he's seen in his illustrious career!

He tells us about this drunk guy at 11 pm in gandhi bazaar who takes his brand new shiny white tata indica and drives it neither on the left nor the right but straight OVER the median on the road...of course 'under the influence'! ;)

So a few guys on the spot, including our beloved auto driver, rush to the spot to help him...But our elated indica guy is, apparently, talking about "making the car fly" over the median and onto the road...With a smile on his face...

At this point our auto driver in the role of narrator, is excited and leaves no details unmentioned...He goes on to use some expletives with my sis in law right there in the auto! funny :D

The indica was rescued, btw...

(Some) Auto drivers rock!

Jhoom le!

Jhoom le has bol le pyaari agar hai zindagi
Saans ke bas, ek jhonke ka, safar hai zindagi :)

Hariharan is a funny looking man now.

He has a goatee kinda short beard below his lip, with mane type of hair extending upto the middle of his back, in a weird kinda plait.

All this is true and is to be focused upon until he hath his mouthshut.com

Cos once he opens it, there is nectar...The sweet nectar of ingenious, creative beyond par music!!

I got to his concert early, made friends (conversation) with a police constable who I found out lives close to my house, ate overpriced crappy snacks, walked around looking groups/couples of ppl and wishing how i had some company for 2 hours (thats RIGHT!) and at the end of it he comes and takes away all reason to complain...

Even in his madness, u see melody...His control over music, the accuracy and precision of notes he can produce can be explained, I think, using the following example : Take a grain of rice and divide it into a 100,000 pieces. If you think u can imagine how big each piece can be, then divide it into 10,000,000 pieces. Ah better...Each piece is equivalent to one fine sliver of tonal variations Hariji can distinguish between.

He's just awesome! And I got to see him from some 10 feet away, live, crooning away to glory, "tunn" (the hindi word) in his own ecstatic world!

And I come back home to a smiling mommy waiting for me with food and some kickass football!!
Good night indeed....

I cry, when angels deserve to die...

It is a sin to be a good samaritan. Atleast, ur rewards aren't what you expect (Was I even expecting something?)

The scene is the square which holds the Coffee day in one corner. You will find a plethora of vehicles, on all the four roads, converging towards the center. And a rather generous display of uncouth, undisciplined driving at that.

So I come to a halt near the center, thinking I should try to help the jam. So I slowly back up one foot in my two wheeler and slightly touch the activa behind me. He says "aye aye aye aye AYE!" at first and before I can understand whats going on and utter an apology, he (with his wife and a small kid) are right next to me asking me to move to the side (I'm pretty much towards the centre of the road). Now I'd have offered some explanation as to why i was exhibiting inertia in a traffic jam, had he not have started uttering extremely vulgar swear words. I, amidst shock and anger, say "I'm not gonna go anywhere...you can go around me". (There was enough room). At this point, time T, he threatens to hit me. At time T+1 another guy props on the other side asking me to move. And as I turn to answer him, the first guy gives me one around the head.

I realize at this point that my temparature has reached the boiling point of blood. But I couldn't hit him. Civility, Nobility, the sight of a female with a kid and I don't know what else constrained me as I trembled against the strongest of impulses to throw a few back (I'm strongly ruing it now). He didn't stop cursing my mother...

So much for my social tendencies. I need some rehab...

On an aside, I observed that most ppl there were angry/impatient. Is there not one minute they can spare to allow another to pass, which COULD resolve the traffic jam? Apparently not. I made a mistake today and learnt it the hard way.

Seene mein jalan, aankhon mein toofan sa kyu hai?
Is sheher mein har shaks pareshaan sa kyu hai?

P.S : Anybody who reads this post and thinks that I'm a sissy or something like that, will be in for a rude shock...

Good morning

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up thinking it must run faster than the lion or be killed.
Every morning in Africa, a lion awakens knowing it must outrun the slowest gazelle or starve to death.

It doesn't matter if you're a lion or a gazelle.
When the sun comes up, you'd better be running.

when to stop

When a man lies, he murders that part of his world...

So, don't!!

Realize ur limits. Gratification can be a fickle and dangerous entity.

For sure, a trough is followed by a crest...

Remember the past

Tears for remembrance, and Tears for joy
Tears for somebody, not this lonely boy...

These are lines from a Maiden cover called 'Remember Tomorrow'; "covered" by the Tallica boys.
If I didn't know better, I'd say this was their own song, their own composition...The way they totally make a song their own when they perform it! Thats what got me hooked onto them in the first place I guess (Nah, it was nothin else matters ;)

But hats off to Maiden to makin such a kickass song! I havent compared tallica's version with the original by Maiden, but sounds like a friggin good one!

There's something to Metallica, that puts you in touch with melancholy like nobody does (Ok u can't count floyd n stuff :P )... And I can't help but think about the past and the present when I listen to lines like the ones above... Where I was and Where I am now...My friends, my relationships...

All I need is just a little patience...

Btw, Death Magnetic is out! I've so far listened to only 1.5 songs, but I'll blindly like it I guess...There's something in their "sound" that I'll never give up on...

Wisdom Tooth

is a misnomer, as most of you probably know already.

A wisdom tooth is actually the 3rd molar, which starts developing around the age of 17. This doesn't cause issues/problems in everybody. In some people, the jaw is too small to accommodate the 3rd molar (an extra tooth), and hence this molar starts growing in weird ways, causing infection to the neighboring teeth n stuff like that.

The only fleeting association of the poor teeth/tooth with Wisdom is the time at which this molar starts growing, which coincides the time when we "begin to grow up"...

My dentist informed me last night that, thankfully, I won't face too many issues cos of wisdom teeth!

Plus it was also fun at the dentist's last night cos of the strawberry flavoured anaesthetic that he applied on my gums...I was all "pfth sasfht flthtlh" for a while :D

There is no dark side of the moon really; Matter of fact its all dark...

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
And All that you give
And All that you deal
And All that you buy,
Beg, borrow or steal.
And All you create
And All you destroy
And All that you do
And All that you say.
And All that you eat
And everyone you meet
And All that you slight
And everyone you fight.
And All that is now
And All that is gone
All thats to come

And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

How to lose your credit card

Go to a petrol pump
Ask for petrol, like a chump

Get enough filled
Make sure naathins spilled

When it comes to payment, dont think hard
Here's ur friendly neighborhood credit card

Watch out in the bunk for the doped billing chap
For, credit cards he will swap

And he walks towards you, with a guilty look, the gaffer
And hands u the card of mohammed mustafa!

You've now successfully lost something valuable
And somebody'll make sure u pay for it (double meaning :D)

Good night and Shalom!

Gimme Red!!

He's red, he's smooth and he's finally here!!

Funky mirrors, that delectable cruiser hum, and I can put a key into him, in 4 different places...

I like it all.....

And ooh ooh I forgive them all.... :D (That's just a cool line...Better than the cliched "Feel like God" n all)

Its a known fact that one sometimes realizes the true value of something, when one is separated from the same thing in question...

I also recently realized how one something's worth can be re-asserted by the distortion of the same thing! See, u take something and mess it up so bad, that when u look at it and think about its former shape, you start realizing more clearly how beautiful it was in the first place...You probably realize it more than u had before it got whacked out of shape...

Example? Sureo

There's a kannada song which goes 'Ravi varmana kunchada kale, bhale, saakaaravu' (The art of the brush of Ravi Varma, wah wah)...As I made my way into the kitchen the other day for Mom's delicious breakfast (TM), I heard a cacophony on the radio; It was a remixed version of the song mentioned above, with the cruellest, most hideous of remix machines conjured up by mankind so far...Absolutely no respect for some aspects of the original, the vocalist lacking all the emotion so precisely and masterfully depicted in the original; it was an absolute disaster...

And people argue about why Kannada films are not supported more in our land...About why Kannada music is not encouraged and allowed to grow...

K J Yesudas once sang :

"Yellellu sangeethave, Yellellu soundaryave
Kelalu kiviyiralu, nodalu kanniralu....
Yellellu sangeethave, Yellellu soundaryave"

(There's music every where, there's beauty everywhere
When there are ears to hear, and eyes to see...
There's music every where, there's beauty everywhere)

Sigh.....

Vande mataram aka Cyclops goes Multicolor!!

Wishing you all a very Happy Independence Day!

Especially since it brings with it a long weekend...

(Especially na magane? who're u kidding...only cos of it!!)

Terrific or Traffic!?!? :D

Found near Gandhi Bazaar
Super cool I thought :D

Dhoom 3

Before you start thinking of a super duper multi star cast of Hrithik, Aishwarya, Bipasha, Kareena, Saif, Abhishek etc etc lemme say that I'm talking about the series of bomb blasts that rocked Bangalore...

As per the email we received at work, there were 6 bombs. All of them "low-grade, made with gelatin sticks". After I got home though, I found out that in total there were 8 of 'em.

This is a first for our mysterious good ol' city of Bangalore...No sooner were the bombs making their cement-n-nuts presence felt, than did the bulging bourgeois of Bangalore react! Telecom networks and their capacities endured load testing and some severe stress testing. Lack of connectivity, Wrong numbers and loooooooooooooads of worried people asking about their loved ones and ensuring their safety! Bangalore really came together in this moment of crisis :)

Different people react differently to this sudden infusion of chaos into their lives...Some people start shaking and resort to their music players on high volume...Some people sing out loud ( :D no not me )...Some people go back home, find nothing to do so go to the beauty parlor (I'll agree with you if you say to me that this sectione of ppl will form a very small sliver of the pie) and some people comment about how telecom companies are making a lot of business because of the event, when you call them to find out if they're ok and stuff!!

A hh em...right