Quick Blog Murugan......MIND it!!!

Ummm.......Well, I had different idea for this post, but my internet connection was not working since the time I posted my last blog, and it happened to be so long that I could not hold that idea !!!! However, internet connection was not the only reason, the main reason was RGV (don't tell me that you don't know him.......)

The reason was Ramu's movie actually......it disturbed me so much, that I even forgot the idea of my original post.

When I was in college, RGV was one of those whom I looked upto........for his sense of movie-making used to be something out of the box. After watching his movies only I came to know that
perfection on random issues is not so important, instead presenting random issue's in a picture perfect image is of importantance thing (Seems he himself has forgotten this.....and kicked the box....[:P]).

I was watching "Darna mana hai" the other day, but I constantly kept thinking that the name of the movie should have been "Hasna mana hai"........Well, I think the problem started from this movie itself. People mocked at him so much after watching this movie; Ramu made it a mission to horrify the viewers by his movies, and this didn't lead him to directing a good horror film; instead it worked the other-way-round. People started fearing watching his movies (at least I am sure for myself.....[:P]).


Well, I won't stretch this post on Ramu further long, otherwise I'm sure, people will start fearing my blog just as another "RGV's Aag". But I'd like to convey my message to Ramu "Rascalaa I should have taught you how to direct......MIND it!!!!!"

I just wrote this last line because lately I watched "Quick Gun Murugun"........which is an AWESOME movie......and it definitely deserves a watch.....I Say!!!


And I must also say.....
The blogger.com is my bed (bed (bed (bed (bed))))!!
The google is my ceiling....!!
and the whole internet is my native place......Mind it!!!

deWine Flu..........

Well, guys, what to say…..I know you all must have become repositories of knowledge on Swine Flu…

So, I’m not going to give you any more Gyan on the same….

The thing I am going to comment on, is the fever created around by this flu fever….

Yeah, the fever of publicity, stardom, unnecessary panic and everything absurd that’s become hap all of a sudden.

Now, you might be thinking I’ve gone crazy or something, but, the matter of fact is that I’m as sane as anybody who bargains with a shopkeeper despite reading a board of Fixed Price.

The irony of the situation is that the people, despite being afraid of this flu, are having a secret wish of being hit by it (at least few like me :P)…..Reason is well justified, you might get a chance to be interviewed by a newspaper daily, or a RJ or somebody might see you as a brave-hearted hero who fought-off the ruddy flu as a villain.

I’m saying this, with full sympathy extended to all the people who suffered or are suffering the loss of health and money.

But, the truth is, the common masses do not feel the pain, panic and loss, instead, they feel jealous of the publicity of the other individual.

In addition to this, there’s another picture, of the corporate crowd; who secretly wishes to be down with any fever, Coz that’s the only way to get much wanted off from work for a while, with full hearted permission from superiors and co-workers.

The situation has worsened to the level, where, at the work place, people who want to escape heavy workloads, start showing-off symptoms of flu.

This is just sufficient to terrify the co-workers, and the workload simply becomes zero, with your manager pleading to give you an as many leaves as you desire.

I just pray, from the bottom of my heart, that one of the board members or chairpersons is down with flu, and a corporate holiday is declared, because though I don’t want to be hit by the flu looking at it’s after-effects, but am desperate to get a break from work…….AMEN!!

Beginner's Guide: Welcome to the Jungle

The story goes like this......There is a prince charming, who appears in every girl's dreams. He is the prince who comes to the rescue of the damsel in distress, and typically must engage in a quest to liberate her from an evil spell.......and they live happily ever after......(Ohhh my god!!! what's going on here......could somebody please "REWIND").

There's no such thing now-a-days.......HELLO EVERYBODY.....get back to reality.

When I was in college......I used to think the same way ( ob'vi·ous·ly....not about the prince charming and all....) but being a software guy is like a prince charming, who appears in every girl's dreams (at least in small towns....NO....then in very small town.....come on!!); the one who comes to rescue the client from every Functional Requirement.........With this great motivation, I laid the foundation stone
of my professional career with an inscription on the stone indicating "as KFC is for chicken, I'll be there for end to end solution" (the one who know me.....please stop laughing).
In almost every company, there's a Fresher Learning Program.....I MUST TELL U....which is very-very rigorous (don't laugh). I sweared on myself that whatever it takes, I'm going to top this FLP......yeah... but it didn't workout. However, the girl who topped my FLP is now my girlfriend (so you can say I partially achieved my target).
After FLP, I was allocated to Project and I came across the reality which had different picture few years ago [glass shredding(guys, feel the sound)].

> Manager : His Name might be whatever, but he thinks he is AWESOME Kumar. He knows GOD left this place many years ago.....and while leaving, gave him the responsibility to take care of everything. He is the Pimp, who thinks you are the whore. Any assigned task is like indulging in "seks" and which means it shouldn't last for more then 10 minutes. So after every 10 Min's, you should be ready to entertain the new customer.

> Then we have a middle man.....he is famously known as PL or GL or Whoever's L. But this guy is a piece of art. He has got so damn excellent acting skills, that if you are standing on his left side and his boss (AK) is standing on the right, then from his left face he can give the angry man look, and from the right he can give a boot licking look to AWESOME kumar. This git is expert in creation of his replica's.

> On site : It's like a beautiful chic, everyone wants to have; but like ghosts, only few brave hearts can see them.

> Assmosis : These can be described as "some who have so much respect for their superiors, they have none left for themselves".

Then, once again, comes the Prince Charming, who's fed up and shocked of his shattered dreams, and has started blogging, hoping to expose all the above.

The poetry in motion!!!

All most three and half years ago (I'm trying to make it historic) I promised siddhu that one day I'll give you company for Mumbai trip. On this random Saturday, we packed our bags and started our journey to Mumbai.

Of all the pleasures in the world (Literally), travel is (at least in my opinion) the sweetest and most delightful; it's more delightful when it's unplanned. Although "unplanned things" and siddhu are rare combination :P.

Awesome Saturday, followed by a wonderful Sunday, and My heart was singing U2's "it's a beautiful day". Though I have been to Mumbai many times before, but the scope of my visits has always remained limited to a random bar and Sid sir's flat.

Sometimes random roaming is such a fun, it gives the feeling of "being a bird". Sid sir, Pia, Ravy, Siddhu and me, started invading Mumbai with SONY alpha SLR (showoff.... hmmm).

I must tell you, that newly constructed Bandra-Worli sea link gives you the feel of Outsourced New York, however, the only problem in Mumbai is that you sweat like hell (it reminds you of the "post-work-out" feeling [;)].....).

A wonderful Sunday followed by an AWESOME Monday (at least for Siddhu), we did lots of shopping........LITERALLY lots of. Then I had chicken wings at KFC. Sometimes, in Pune, in the middle of the night, I lie awake listening to the sounds of crows and traffic, and dream of those chicken wings. They're really good.

It was a fabulous time despite the fact that it had been a dry day. I'm desperately waiting for another such trip.................. :)))) especially to GOA....

PS: this photo was shot by me (isn't AWESOME......yeah I know that)

BUT there is always a but

Corporate parties sound like free bee, eat as much as you can......drink as much as you can, BUT order as expensive as you can never out of your own pocket (even I had my most expensive scotch moment there).... coz that's the best part of corporate parties!!!

There are always two groups in these parties, and to be very frank, you are not the one who can choose the group. The only criteria is self imposed perception of your manager which puts you in one of them.

The only way to find out "in which group you lie" is directly proportional to the time you were engaged in conversation with your manager, and who was leading the conversation.
The closer you move.......more fake you grow in a corporate party.

Although BUT theory (there is always a but) works in every situation in the life, BUT it works exceptionally well in the CORPORATE life. Your whole career depends on this BUT (although on other one also some times).......you are talented BUT you are not trying hard.....
exceptional work BUT there is a scope of improvement........blah blah BUT blah blah.......

The worst part is that you are always the victim of this BUT.

You are surely the victim of Areas Of Improvement and the worst part is that you'll never improve on anything. It's a Vicious circle that revolves around BUTs.

With the use of the BUT theory, all your "goods" are surgically removed by Mr. AWESOME Kumar (senior manager).

That's the reason I hate complimentary expensive things, coz for them, the price is Y.O.U.

My fake plants died coz I did not pretend to water them :(

It's Nothin......lets call it Jeero

A friend walked up and drew a circle.
First Indian: “What’s that?”
Friend: “Nothing.”
“What’s inside it?”
“Nothing.”
“What’s its value?”
“Nothing.”
First Indian (sobbing emotionally): “I love it. Let’s call it jeero.”

This is the ways we discovered the gr8 "Jeero".

You must be thinking that what's the point putting this Joke here. So the point is, even though I have lost lots of good opportunities in my life, this might be my opportunity to invent the Jeero.....Now you must be thinking how; it's just the 11th day of the month, only 10 days past the salary day, and I have nothing in my bank account......so you got the logic? (you guys are genius).

Seriously, my bank balance is so abyssmal right now, I feel shy even going out knowing that I can't afford anything., literally A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

And I am left with nothing but wait for next Salary day, and waiting is the hardest part!

However, the hardest thing is, as quoted in GEETA, you have to pay for all your deeds; in the same way you have to pay for your Credit Card bills too [:(].

After checking the CC Bill, my eyes are now ready to come out of their sockets. The whole card swapping is revolving in front of my eyes. Let me tell you one thing, this Credit Card is one such addiction that I'm trying to quit since ages. It's such a blood sucking thing, that leaves you with "Jeero" always (I can bet). And the worst part is, after sucking the blood, it motivates you for Blood donation [:P] (I know I know, its a bad analogy, but at least now you can understand my pain). I'm in the middle of nowhere and left with nothing (which is "Jeero").

The buffet philosophy for credit card is :
1) Never use Credit card.
2) Never forget rule No.1

but my philosophy is
1) Always use Credit cards (no worry for 52 days).
2) Get yourself drunk, it helps you to forget all the worries (from 53rd day.....Hey wait here for a sec, but before that; you should have other banks' credit card so that you can go for a BT)

Every story has a good and a bad part, however mine just have the bad and the worst.

ohhh the Hangover not again.....

Recently I gotto see the movie "The Hangover", and I realized that many a times it has happened to me as well, maybe to you as well (not all the incidences of course); waking up in the morning and starting to search the memories of last night. However, it seems that someone has stolen all your precious memories; standing in front of a mirror, nothing but confused and puzzled. A train of thoughts start in your mind....."How come I reached home? Where are my stuff? Did I abuse someone last night or had any fight with someone (if not then why my whole body is paining so much?)" blah blah...blah blah. You start calling your friends to find out how was the party last night (as if you were not invited or due to busy schedule you missed the party); li'l bit shy and pretending as if you were on some important call when everything happened. However, you feel relieved when you hear something like this from the other side, "Hey buddy I don't remember anything....If some how I'll recollect, I'll list it down and drop you an email....is that OK with you" or "I had the worst night man.....I don't remember anything". You might be having many Hangover stories and so do I. So let me share one with you, and here it goes..........
One night I was returning from a Pub on my motor bike and I was driving the bike. Suddenly I stopped the bike and started searching for something. My friend asked me what I was looking for, so I turned and said, "Dude, I forgot my bike's key somewhere". Then we both started searching our pockets. A guy was watching us from a long time, so he came to us and said "Dude, keys are in the Bike"......how shameful, isn't it? Yeah, I know it is [:(].
Though I know that this story doesn't belong to a "Hangover series", rather it falls under "Drunkard bastards" one.

That's all folks for today, have a Happy Hangover :))