The keyboard Fiasco.
Tring Tring.
Helu you have reached Dell support, our IVR menu has changed, please listen for our new menu
If you have your monitor not working please press 1
If you have your hard disk not working please press 2
If you have your entire system not working please press 3
If you have you dont know whether your system is working please press 4
If you have any other problem, our counselor is pleased to help you
please press 5 for a female counselor or 6 for a male counselor.
As it was my keyboard that was not working, and hence the closest option was 3 for me and i pressed that magic button.
Helu you have reached Dell support, our IVR menu has not changed, please listen to our old boring menu
If you have a screen problem, please press 1
If you have a mouse problem, please quietly press 2
If you have a keyboard problem, please press 3
Thank god, I love this number 3. By the time I mugged their IVR menu, It had cost me 3 minutes of my call. I am sure my phone company's boss's sister is married to Dell's vice president's brother. 10% of their last net product value came through this collaboration.
After 5 minutes of fighting, I finally managed to get hold of Technical support team.
Hello, Dell support, Please tell me your 6 digit service tag number"
"A service what ? I have never called you, I am calling this for the first time" I tried to reason out.
"Sir, you can find this number from back of your system."
I painfully got this number from the back of my system and then began strenuous peace of conversation.
"Hi, Please note it FZC182"
"Sir could you spell it properly." I forgot that I was talking to an American sitting in Mirzapur.
"F for finger, Z for Zing, C for Count, 182 - I explained.
"You mean S for Sing " She had skipped 8th grade because she was too smart (as told by her English teacher who happened to be her mother's aunt's husbands younger sister's ..ZZZzzzzzz).
"No Z for Zebra"
"Sir can you spell it?"
I was spell bound for a second, then getting my composure back I said with fuming up.
"The last letter of English alphabet"
"oh, sorry sir....Yes, how may I assist you?" She had come back to their training routine. Now she felt more confident.
I told her my problem. She was not convinced that could happen she wanted to know how it happened. Hello am i speaking to a technical support or a random chatter!!!
"ok sir, now i understand your problem. We think its not your keyboard that is having the real problem. But somewhere else. I will follow you through a procedure to find where the exact problem" She was now in command.
" As far as my knowledge goes I think, the problem is in keyboard." I tried to argue.
" No sir, Please insert your diagnostic CD to your drive and please go through the procedure. I shall wait." She was not ready to give up.
"But Miss I have a problem with Keyboard, no alphabets will be displayed" I tried to convince her.
"Sir, I assure your problem will be fixed. Please start the test".
For all those people who have had an experience of diagnostic CD. It asks for inputs at certain intervals. But Dell went a step ahead - I will explain how.
The diagnostic CD started its work as soon as i put it in. First it tested the screen and then flashed a message-" If the picture quality is not correct, Please press Y". Unfortunately or fortunately my screen was ok and I didnt have to press "Y". There was counter which waited for 8 second after which the other test continued.
Then there was memory test - which took darn 15 minutes to finish. After this came the famous keyboard test
"Press Y to do a keyboard test. Press "S" to skip "
I was flabbergasted seeing this. I wanted to jump out of balcony after writing a suicide note against Dell.
Finally, after waiting more than 25 minutes on the call, she appologised to me and told me that somebody from dell team will be visiting to fix my key board.
Disclaimer: The incident happened 3 months before and may be Dell IVR menu has changed again. Also I dont have any issues with technical support lady - whosoever it was.
Friday, May 07, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
The shadow
Shadows are always with you.
Or is it?
I don’t know when I last looked at my shadow.
And I don’t know whether I am being followed at all. How strange.
They say you should never play with your shadows.
Dreams it may not have, for sleep is forbidden in that world.
Diluting away into melanoid night, only to appear in dawn from below the curtains.
Subtle, quiet, uncared and unnoticed….. An existence borne out for following only one person for a lifetime. Without any complaints, day after day it stays faithful till the end.
But do you give one look backwards, to see at least once if it is following you?
Sometimes I feel.. I am just a shadow.
Image courtesy: Josh Otis
Shadows are always with you.
Or is it?
I don’t know when I last looked at my shadow.
And I don’t know whether I am being followed at all. How strange.
They say you should never play with your shadows.
Dreams it may not have, for sleep is forbidden in that world.
Diluting away into melanoid night, only to appear in dawn from below the curtains.
Subtle, quiet, uncared and unnoticed….. An existence borne out for following only one person for a lifetime. Without any complaints, day after day it stays faithful till the end.
But do you give one look backwards, to see at least once if it is following you?
Sometimes I feel.. I am just a shadow.
Image courtesy: Josh Otis
Thursday, March 04, 2010
A fictional fantasy
Metropolitan Museum of arts is always crowded throughout the year. I am not a crowd-liking-person but I liked this museum. And whenever I come from Boston, I make it a point to come here and thereafter a stroll in the Central Park. And this has been the custom for last 7 years. But today it was different.
It’s been 13 years since I made that last call. And I still remember the "good bye" and long silence of phone thereafter. .......Seems like yesterday.
The cloudy sky suggested a heavy shower and i didn't want to get wet. But my schedule was not over. Every stop here would sub consciously pull me to New York HotDog and coffee. However, I had a feeling that I am not going to make it this time.
It started as a drizzle.
Hundreds of umbrellas suddenly sprang into life. Unlike back at home, they were not black ones. A multitude of colors and unimaginable shapes, and only hint they can be called as umbrella; they were not making you wet.In midst of new world, I was reminder of old world.
Rain had started its sonata.
"come inside, you will get wet"
That voice. The one I have trying in vain to forget, but only to be remembered over and over again.
I wanted to see her face, see those eyes and that smile. I wanted to say "hi". I wanted to know how she was. I wanted to tell what I am doing. I wanted to... turn back and just see a glimpse.
"No mommy, see my hood is on". A little girl, standing may be just behind, me was insisting.
The rain had changed its direction. A drop fell on my face. And then many followed.
It started to pour down heavily.
Everything had changed.
Pic courtesy: Christian Carocca
Friday, February 19, 2010
I am lazy.
I had to submit a photograph for a competition in our college. Everybody told me to submit, because they thought I was good in capturing frames. But I believed I didn't have the perfect photo for the theme of the competition.
The theme was "Blue" . I saw others photographs and all they had done was putting a shade of blue when they took the picture. But I believe, by "Blue", the judges thought something else. And I was looking out for that other shot. As usual.
Anyway I could not get the shot and did not submit, even though I had a photo for the regular "Blue".
Public is angry at me as I did not submit this one.
"Junta!!! it is just another competition!!!"
I had to submit a photograph for a competition in our college. Everybody told me to submit, because they thought I was good in capturing frames. But I believed I didn't have the perfect photo for the theme of the competition.
The theme was "Blue" . I saw others photographs and all they had done was putting a shade of blue when they took the picture. But I believe, by "Blue", the judges thought something else. And I was looking out for that other shot. As usual.
Anyway I could not get the shot and did not submit, even though I had a photo for the regular "Blue".
Public is angry at me as I did not submit this one.
"Junta!!! it is just another competition!!!"
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Horizon.
It is the same the sky, the same beach and the same sun. But everytime it is different.
A gentle chilly breeze soothes my face. I look ahead. The same horizon and yet it is different.
Like a palette where a bit of white, blue and yellow mixed together, the same sky and yet so much different from yesterday.
I fold my novel, it is not interesting anymore. The breeze again touches me and go, as if trying to get my attention. I am listening and I look ahead. Holding my breath i look into horizon. Just a rhythmic flow of waves beating the shore and the horizon. In between like a swing, the breeze comes and ruffle my hair. I look at the infinity where sea touches the sky. A unification of nature's senses.
A visual trance, I forget everything....just about everything.
And for moment I am happy....real happy.
Sun has set. The sallowness is fading further as if the artist had enough of yellow. A pale blue blends from the east. Soon horizon will dissolve into darkness. Another day has just ended.
Pic courtesy:http://phlogthat.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/costa-rican-sunset-tamarindo-beach-pacific-coast/
It is the same the sky, the same beach and the same sun. But everytime it is different.
A gentle chilly breeze soothes my face. I look ahead. The same horizon and yet it is different.
Like a palette where a bit of white, blue and yellow mixed together, the same sky and yet so much different from yesterday.
I fold my novel, it is not interesting anymore. The breeze again touches me and go, as if trying to get my attention. I am listening and I look ahead. Holding my breath i look into horizon. Just a rhythmic flow of waves beating the shore and the horizon. In between like a swing, the breeze comes and ruffle my hair. I look at the infinity where sea touches the sky. A unification of nature's senses.
A visual trance, I forget everything....just about everything.
And for moment I am happy....real happy.
Sun has set. The sallowness is fading further as if the artist had enough of yellow. A pale blue blends from the east. Soon horizon will dissolve into darkness. Another day has just ended.
Pic courtesy:http://phlogthat.wordpress.com/2008/06/01/costa-rican-sunset-tamarindo-beach-pacific-coast/
Saturday, January 02, 2010
The kiss
The first kiss. Everybody remember their first kiss.
The hesitation, the tremble, the eyes closing and….. the kiss.
The warmth, the taste, the lips holding and ….the departing.
The breathing, the childish smile, closing again and …the kiss.
The upper, the lower, hands running down the hair and… breath running out.
The first kiss.
Hard to remember the last though.
Last Friday? Or was it the week before. Or did we kiss goodnight that time?
The foul smell, taste Chinese, the dry lips or the novice .....
The simple goodbye kiss, or the peck on the left cheek, is that a kiss? ..
The calling, the mobile ringing, or the dad opening the front door…and the running..
Would like to know what is the secret behind it – the kiss thing. Any comments.
Pic courtesy:http://www.mysugarspace.com/images/kiss.JPG
The first kiss. Everybody remember their first kiss.
The hesitation, the tremble, the eyes closing and….. the kiss.
The warmth, the taste, the lips holding and ….the departing.
The breathing, the childish smile, closing again and …the kiss.
The upper, the lower, hands running down the hair and… breath running out.
The first kiss.
Hard to remember the last though.
Last Friday? Or was it the week before. Or did we kiss goodnight that time?
The foul smell, taste Chinese, the dry lips or the novice .....
The simple goodbye kiss, or the peck on the left cheek, is that a kiss? ..
The calling, the mobile ringing, or the dad opening the front door…and the running..
Would like to know what is the secret behind it – the kiss thing. Any comments.
Pic courtesy:http://www.mysugarspace.com/images/kiss.JPG
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
2009
After 25 years of life, I learned what I am all about.
I learned what I can do, which I possibly never imagined I could.
2009 was a wonderful year.
It made me sweat like never before,
It made me burn like never before,
It inflicted the most painful wound of my life.
But that was it.
2009 was a wonderful year.
It made me bury away old memories.
It resurrected me.
It gave back so many little things, which others call trivial, to my life.
And the best thing I did in 2009 -
Started learning violin, my best investment of 2009.
And the worst thing I did in 2009 - who wants to remember them???
After 25 years of life, I learned what I am all about.
I learned what I can do, which I possibly never imagined I could.
2009 was a wonderful year.
It made me sweat like never before,
It made me burn like never before,
It inflicted the most painful wound of my life.
But that was it.
2009 was a wonderful year.
It made me bury away old memories.
It resurrected me.
It gave back so many little things, which others call trivial, to my life.
And the best thing I did in 2009 -
Started learning violin, my best investment of 2009.
And the worst thing I did in 2009 - who wants to remember them???
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Neelambari
Neelambari means blue eyed living in the blue sky.
But I am not concerned of the blue eyes.
I am concerned of my eyes. They are not closing.
A thousand memories flooding in.
A thousand different sounds shouting in my ears.
I want to sleep. And I want to sleep deep!
Neelambari is a raga(a ordinal combination of musical notes) in carnatic music (a genre of classical music found in southern part of India). Neelambari is a slow paced, lullaby raga. Empirically it has been proved that there are some therapeutic properties which induces sleep if this raga is sung. The science behind this is simple (not that simple); a pacifying raga like Neelambari cools down the hypothalamus and tricks it into peaceful state thus preventing it from sending all-chaos-panic signals.
I love to sleep. so needless to say I love Neelambari, infact it is my favourite raga and most of the songs i like also belong to this raga.
Just like sleep inducing ragas, there are sleep eliciting ragas - example Madhyamavathi takes one to a higher conscious state. At present, I believe somebody is singing a song in Madhyamavathi to present me with a night-out. The only song i listened to today was gum sum gum sum - From Paa and if i am correct I believe its from Kaapi raga and Kaapi's specialty is that it takes the whole of one's attention and makes you tied to it.
In order to sleep, I have two options left:
1. Take a text book and read - I might doze off. The probablity this combine event happening that : going to search for a book, selecting a book, reading a book and then sleeping - is very very grim
or
2. Listen to a song in Neelambari
And I am going to choose the latter :)
PS: I started of writing this post thinking Neelambari means blue eyed but Bhavya informed me the correct meaning. Thanks Bhavya. And sorry for the confusion
Neelambari means
But I am not concerned of the blue eyes.
I am concerned of my eyes. They are not closing.
A thousand memories flooding in.
A thousand different sounds shouting in my ears.
I want to sleep. And I want to sleep deep!
Neelambari is a raga(a ordinal combination of musical notes) in carnatic music (a genre of classical music found in southern part of India). Neelambari is a slow paced, lullaby raga. Empirically it has been proved that there are some therapeutic properties which induces sleep if this raga is sung. The science behind this is simple (not that simple); a pacifying raga like Neelambari cools down the hypothalamus and tricks it into peaceful state thus preventing it from sending all-chaos-panic signals.
I love to sleep. so needless to say I love Neelambari, infact it is my favourite raga and most of the songs i like also belong to this raga.
Just like sleep inducing ragas, there are sleep eliciting ragas - example Madhyamavathi takes one to a higher conscious state. At present, I believe somebody is singing a song in Madhyamavathi to present me with a night-out. The only song i listened to today was gum sum gum sum - From Paa and if i am correct I believe its from Kaapi raga and Kaapi's specialty is that it takes the whole of one's attention and makes you tied to it.
In order to sleep, I have two options left:
1. Take a text book and read - I might doze off. The probablity this combine event happening that : going to search for a book, selecting a book, reading a book and then sleeping - is very very grim
or
2. Listen to a song in Neelambari
And I am going to choose the latter :)
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PS: I started of writing this post thinking Neelambari means blue eyed but Bhavya informed me the correct meaning. Thanks Bhavya. And sorry for the confusion
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
A filmy letter
Dear G,
Once I loved you.
I loved you more than anything. But then, I didn’t know it was love. And later, when I knew it was love.You were not there.
And now I know you will never be anymore there.
Like letters written on sand …. washed away after the wave resides back, …only traces of you are left and over the next few waves even those will be washed away.
How so much I try to hold those sands of memory in my hand, I know they will ease out and in the end what is left are those smooth dust….a coarse…. and over the times, I know I will wash away them too.
And when I write this, I already have lost some grip of the sand that I was having in my hand. Just waiting for that final rain. Glistening drops will then wash away all those that was once everything of my life - you.
Memories stay. Linger around the border and then disappear to invisibility.
Some come back. ….And some never.
I promise you will never come back….. And I know you are happy that way.
And that’s all I care – your happiness.
Warm Regards,
B
NB: An alternative twist to a filmy love story. I would love if Mani Ratnam make this a movie :)
Dear G,
Once I loved you.
I loved you more than anything. But then, I didn’t know it was love. And later, when I knew it was love.You were not there.
And now I know you will never be anymore there.
Like letters written on sand …. washed away after the wave resides back, …only traces of you are left and over the next few waves even those will be washed away.
How so much I try to hold those sands of memory in my hand, I know they will ease out and in the end what is left are those smooth dust….a coarse…. and over the times, I know I will wash away them too.
And when I write this, I already have lost some grip of the sand that I was having in my hand. Just waiting for that final rain. Glistening drops will then wash away all those that was once everything of my life - you.
Memories stay. Linger around the border and then disappear to invisibility.
Some come back. ….And some never.
I promise you will never come back….. And I know you are happy that way.
And that’s all I care – your happiness.
Warm Regards,
B
NB: An alternative twist to a filmy love story. I would love if Mani Ratnam make this a movie :)
Saturday, December 05, 2009
Record broken.
“It says you had hemoptysis, is it true?” He asked with a surprise after seeing me
“If it says that then it must be true. ..by the way what is hemoptysis ?” I asked. It was in the reference medical record, the doctor from other room had sent in, for an expert comment here.
“Oh! ….Vomiting blood.” Said the expert without the light mood I tried to create.
“And it also says you vomited around half a glass?” Expert was now coming to his expertise mode.
“Depends on with what glass you are measuring.” I retorted back.
“If it was a filter-coffee glass – then it was around half else if the glass is of the standard fruit juice mug then I would say a little less than the quarter. But if you were taking any non-tropical fruit juice then….”
“Ok..ok I get it.” Expert was getting impatient.
“Was it fresh blood? “– Expert was not going to leave any stone unturned.
“Since it came from my mouth, I guess it should be fresh”. What a stupid question – I thought.
“No…that’s not what I meant. Was it black?” - Another idiotic-expert question.
“Duh….no it was red – pure wine red, Doctor don’t take them serious I am just another normal guy.” I commented at my friends who always thought I was a bit tad abnormal.
“I understood that by now.” Expert was now taking sides.
“Umm….so whats my problem ?” – I wanted to sound normal.
I don’t see anything…all tests are normal. Expert had made his decision.
“Thank you doctor, see you then.” I was ready to run amok.
“No..Not so fast, since you came and hemoptysis being serious issue we would like to put you under observation” – who the heck said he was an expert!!!
“But I have never been admitted in a hospital, and I don’t want my record to be broken, I promise I would take all the pills that you prescribe. But please please don’t admit” – I was literally on my knees.
He smiled.
Whosever said India is a free country is dead wrong. Where was my right to freedom when I was admitted against my wish? I was given a bed with white-mental-patient attire to wear. Now it is perfect, my friends told – just another psycho treating for some weird psychotic disorder.
But the worst part was yet to come – on my left side, there was a guy admitted for insomnia –INSOMNIA!! Who admits somebody for that? And on my right was a guy who had a surgery in his eye that evening because he forgot to remove his glasses while playing cricket in his hostel corridor and who always said “who is there?” for every sound he heard. For rest of 2 nights I couldn’t sleep because insomniac didn’t want to put off the light and in the day time, I couldnt shut my eyes because of the constant begging from the blind guy.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Salvation
Is salvation achievable through divinity only?
Or any work done with divinity achieve salvation ?
The program has been running for last 4hrs - using around 20522108 Kb memory and average of 25%CPU and the most important point - its 3 in the morning and i dont know whether its actually working.
I simply do not want to kill it. I do not want to sleep too. I want to see what happens in the end. If and all there is an end.Parallelism is that in life also you dont know what is happening, but you dont leave it there. You live till the end, just to see what will happen.
I checked. Nobody is logged in. They must be dreaming. About? sure about tomorrow.
The model generated on the training data is around 8 GB - so much of data and out of that if somebody had asked me how much i would have created using my "brain" : not even 1 MB.
you know only a little ;vast amount of the rest is unknown. And you have got only one life. Before i salvage myself will i know everything? may be not. How did a machine: man made, find out several times what its inventor couldnt; even though what they knew were all the same!
How do you shutdown a server? killing just my program or a blinking failure message is heart searing act. Server crashed- a lie that can be far from truth. But does it serve the purpose?
Having a purpose in what he does. would that lead to salvation?
Is that the answer Thyagaraja was looking for through this keerthana?
Is salvation achievable through divinity only?
Or any work done with divinity achieve salvation ?
The program has been running for last 4hrs - using around 20522108 Kb memory and average of 25%CPU and the most important point - its 3 in the morning and i dont know whether its actually working.
I simply do not want to kill it. I do not want to sleep too. I want to see what happens in the end. If and all there is an end.Parallelism is that in life also you dont know what is happening, but you dont leave it there. You live till the end, just to see what will happen.
I checked. Nobody is logged in. They must be dreaming. About? sure about tomorrow.
The model generated on the training data is around 8 GB - so much of data and out of that if somebody had asked me how much i would have created using my "brain" : not even 1 MB.
you know only a little ;vast amount of the rest is unknown. And you have got only one life. Before i salvage myself will i know everything? may be not. How did a machine: man made, find out several times what its inventor couldnt; even though what they knew were all the same!
How do you shutdown a server? killing just my program or a blinking failure message is heart searing act. Server crashed- a lie that can be far from truth. But does it serve the purpose?
Having a purpose in what he does. would that lead to salvation?
Is that the answer Thyagaraja was looking for through this keerthana?
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Black Swan.
Thick friends- thats how they defined three of us.
We came from different parts of country, spoke different languages, had different cultures and were totally different in all sense. I was an introvert, one was an extrovert and sometimes moody and other was an over-extrovert and all non-sense guy.
But somewhere in between there was thread that held us together. And over the years it tightened.
When we bunked the classes we did it together, when we proposed we did together, when we did our internship we did together. 4 years how it passed away, nobody knew. But one thing they all knew was that - we were thick friends.
Final year, we were in Goa. we were there for weeks- a summer internship they called, but the last bash in the college we said. During every evening we went around vasco town and then sober-less nights with full throttle on NFS. Boyish, i would call. During the morning we roamed around the beaches and as usual we bunked after the signing the muster at the software firm.And they said we were too thick.
On final day of the college, I was the last one to go. I was there in that crowded station sending them off. We didnt cry, we came to that city as boys but were going as men. And men dont cry, so they said. But while the train was on the move we said at the top our tongue - "next December in Goa". Before the train went invisible in the horizon, i saw the thumbs up sign.
While in office, there were innumerous forwards, daily there were conference calls and in night online games. But over the time call became a usual 'Hello! how are you' , then email-forwards stopped. And before i realized we were in different continents.
Its been 5 years since that train left the station, and December is here.
Will we meet in Goa ?
Thick friends- thats how they defined three of us.
We came from different parts of country, spoke different languages, had different cultures and were totally different in all sense. I was an introvert, one was an extrovert and sometimes moody and other was an over-extrovert and all non-sense guy.
But somewhere in between there was thread that held us together. And over the years it tightened.
When we bunked the classes we did it together, when we proposed we did together, when we did our internship we did together. 4 years how it passed away, nobody knew. But one thing they all knew was that - we were thick friends.
Final year, we were in Goa. we were there for weeks- a summer internship they called, but the last bash in the college we said. During every evening we went around vasco town and then sober-less nights with full throttle on NFS. Boyish, i would call. During the morning we roamed around the beaches and as usual we bunked after the signing the muster at the software firm.And they said we were too thick.
On final day of the college, I was the last one to go. I was there in that crowded station sending them off. We didnt cry, we came to that city as boys but were going as men. And men dont cry, so they said. But while the train was on the move we said at the top our tongue - "next December in Goa". Before the train went invisible in the horizon, i saw the thumbs up sign.
While in office, there were innumerous forwards, daily there were conference calls and in night online games. But over the time call became a usual 'Hello! how are you' , then email-forwards stopped. And before i realized we were in different continents.
Its been 5 years since that train left the station, and December is here.
Will we meet in Goa ?
Saturday, November 07, 2009
I was thinking of doing something weird........ really weird.
And i have been thinking about this for quite sometime.
All pranks that i did, thought off , planned with others :-came to my mind.
Yes I was naughty.
Sometimes i press the up and down button of the elevator - even if i am not going anywhere in it.
I like to imagine the frustrated looks of the people inside, when it stops in some random floor they didnt even think off. hah! i am blessed!!!!
From the array of cycle stacked jam packed like we-are-friends-forever,.jpg)
in the wee hours i just take a random one of its place and place it in one obscure corner. This is like my first exercise of the day. Every now and then you can see a "lost a cycle" note on the hostel clip board - only to be found that evening by the security just few paces away from where the guy had left yesterday. :D:D!!!!
People gets so irritated for silly things, to the amusement of everybod, like registering in a matrimonial site with your boss's email id - my ex boss still doesnt have a clue why he is been bombarded with "you got a match" mails from Bharatmatrimony daily- my sweet revenge for not letting me go for the weekend movie :D
Leaving behind the long queue and getting on to the front of the ticket counter -as if nobody existed behind you and still hearing no uproar from behind, as hey!! he is just a kid! Those bunked classes during the evening were the most productive :P
Playing in the rain in those white uniform, which my mother always told me to take extra care. I miss dirtying those white canvas shoes in the football matches during 3 minutes break time between periods. Maaannnn those were the matches....
Blessed were those days you could get into the class 10 mins late and forced to sit in the first bench in the girls row. Now only thing left is the no-nonsense attitude and work ethics of professional lecture from your boss, even if you are 2 min late. Phew!!! - growing up is so overrated.
And i have been thinking about this for quite sometime.
All pranks that i did, thought off , planned with others :-came to my mind.
Yes I was naughty.
Sometimes i press the up and down button of the elevator - even if i am not going anywhere in it.
I like to imagine the frustrated looks of the people inside, when it stops in some random floor they didnt even think off. hah! i am blessed!!!!
From the array of cycle stacked jam packed like we-are-friends-forever,
.jpg)
in the wee hours i just take a random one of its place and place it in one obscure corner. This is like my first exercise of the day. Every now and then you can see a "lost a cycle" note on the hostel clip board - only to be found that evening by the security just few paces away from where the guy had left yesterday. :D:D!!!!People gets so irritated for silly things, to the amusement of everybod, like registering in a matrimonial site with your boss's email id - my ex boss still doesnt have a clue why he is been bombarded with "you got a match" mails from Bharatmatrimony daily- my sweet revenge for not letting me go for the weekend movie :D
Leaving behind the long queue and getting on to the front of the ticket counter -as if nobody existed behind you and still hearing no uproar from behind, as hey!! he is just a kid! Those bunked classes during the evening were the most productive :P
Playing in the rain in those white uniform, which my mother always told me to take extra care. I miss dirtying those white canvas shoes in the football matches during 3 minutes break time between periods. Maaannnn those were the matches....
Blessed were those days you could get into the class 10 mins late and forced to sit in the first bench in the girls row. Now only thing left is the no-nonsense attitude and work ethics of professional lecture from your boss, even if you are 2 min late. Phew!!! - growing up is so overrated.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
A conversation…
“I feel tired, a lot of pressure from the top.” My dad complained.
I had called him to have chit-o-chat on the way to my lab and usually my dad is always in light mood. But today was different.
“I feel like quitting”, he sounded disappointed.
“Then do it”. He wouldn’t have expected this from me.
“…And come stay with you over there?” .now he was coming down to usual mood.
“Why not? , I could get a quarters inside the campus” I questioned him back.
“Is it possible ?” Now he was really poking me.
“ ya if I get married, I would be eligible for one ….or it doesn’t matter I can rent an apartment outside”. I played along.
“you getting married?”. My dad was back into action.
“why not ?..” I was curious to know.
“Now a days they don’t have a arranged marriage system here and moreover you don’t have a girlfriend to hope for.” he was digging deep.
“I did have….” I protested.
“But you left her…” he said.
“I had constraints dad “. I retorted back.
“You didn’t have any, in my days I left many because I had so called constraints” he quoted.
“I had a career to go after…” This was getting on to serious mode now.
“Couldn’t the career and love gone together?”. he was not going to leave it.
“Could have….and I realize it now. But then life doesn’t have a retake. I learned it the hard way…Surely I do regret. But can anything be done now? “. I had stopped walking.
“ya …you could …just go after the next girl you see in front” . He was again my cool, hippy dad.
“What???..” . I was laughing out loud.
I started walking again.
Alone.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
31:159.9 Sie
The library was not empty on that Saturday morning. The timing had been extended to 1:00 AM, said a notice on the sidewall to entrance. There were numerous bags and umbrellas lying on the shacks. Security dint allow them to be inside. It was a rule, one he tried so many times to break, but couldn't. He kept the bag in the rack and took his note-taking diary.
He knew what he wanted. It was a book on statistics and he knew the accession number as well as its location number. 31:159.9 Sie. But as this location number was not his turf he had to confirm before going for the search.Usually staff were less on Saturdays. The girl behind the counter was new, he hadnt seen her before.
Good Morning, Can you tell me where 31.1591.9 is ? he asked in a mild tone.
Its behind the reference section, ground floor. she said without even looking at him.
Thank you - he had long decided to be polite to the world which didnt deserve it.
The section behind reference section was the place where all grandpa books sat, it smelled of old dust. Touched and savored by many, most of the books were senile and on their death bed. There were lines of racks extending throughout that long hall. Once they had lot of spaces in between them, But now time and knowledge forced them to be more closer. He started looking for rack 31.There was 29, 30, 32,33....but no location number with 31. He was behind the schedule and wanted to complete a part very urgently. key to which lay in some pages of 31.1591.9 sie.
Sorry, but i cant find rack 31. Can you help me please?. He said to the lady at counter.
After a killing stare, she said: Its there only, you should look carefully.
He missed the usual old librarian, she was very sweet and helping.
He walked back to hall and started searching again. After half an hour of unsuccessful search he went back disdainfully.
It was raining heavily. Two days had passed after the unfaithful tryst. He was groping in the darkness, without 31.1591.9 sie he was not able move forward. Once again he went on his hunt for 31.1591.9 sie.
He was relieved to see the old librarian, sitting with her huge specs and looking at some random issue cards. She smiled at him. He had long noticed ago this, she smiled at everybody. May be world still believed in respect, he thought.
I am not able to find this book - 31.1591.9 sie, he said.
Oh , thats behind the reference section. She came with me to reference section.
Like an adroit swiming in her lanes, she meandered through the racks. After some time, the easeness was lost. She too was like me, confused.
Where is this , it should be somewhere here. she kept saying.
Lets ask Hariram, she said with a disappointment.
Hariram was the oldest serving helper of the library. They saw him in the corner, laggardly chewing the beetle. He just glanced at the piece of paper he showed him. And Like a robot, started walking towards rack 301. Towards the middle, on the lower rack he showed him that precious beauty he was searching for - 31.1591.9 sie, Accession No:18831.
The book was old and was once used very frequently and carelessly.
What is it about?. She took the book from him and started glancing around.
First published in 1960 and last issued in 1984, the year he was born.
But you are not a Psychology student - she exclaimed.
The book deals with statistics and psychology, its one of the latest holy grail of Computer science. He said with a smile, looking at the other books in that column.
Somebody from the main desk called for the librarian and she walked back with the book in her hand. Hariram had long gone to his cozy enclave.
And he was still standing there, gleaming at the other books he could reach for.
The library was not empty on that Saturday morning. The timing had been extended to 1:00 AM, said a notice on the sidewall to entrance. There were numerous bags and umbrellas lying on the shacks. Security dint allow them to be inside. It was a rule, one he tried so many times to break, but couldn't. He kept the bag in the rack and took his note-taking diary.
He knew what he wanted. It was a book on statistics and he knew the accession number as well as its location number. 31:159.9 Sie. But as this location number was not his turf he had to confirm before going for the search.Usually staff were less on Saturdays. The girl behind the counter was new, he hadnt seen her before.
Good Morning, Can you tell me where 31.1591.9 is ? he asked in a mild tone.
Its behind the reference section, ground floor. she said without even looking at him.
Thank you - he had long decided to be polite to the world which didnt deserve it.
The section behind reference section was the place where all grandpa books sat, it smelled of old dust. Touched and savored by many, most of the books were senile and on their death bed. There were lines of racks extending throughout that long hall. Once they had lot of spaces in between them, But now time and knowledge forced them to be more closer. He started looking for rack 31.There was 29, 30, 32,33....but no location number with 31. He was behind the schedule and wanted to complete a part very urgently. key to which lay in some pages of 31.1591.9 sie.
Sorry, but i cant find rack 31. Can you help me please?. He said to the lady at counter.
After a killing stare, she said: Its there only, you should look carefully.
He missed the usual old librarian, she was very sweet and helping.
He walked back to hall and started searching again. After half an hour of unsuccessful search he went back disdainfully.
It was raining heavily. Two days had passed after the unfaithful tryst. He was groping in the darkness, without 31.1591.9 sie he was not able move forward. Once again he went on his hunt for 31.1591.9 sie.
He was relieved to see the old librarian, sitting with her huge specs and looking at some random issue cards. She smiled at him. He had long noticed ago this, she smiled at everybody. May be world still believed in respect, he thought.
I am not able to find this book - 31.1591.9 sie, he said.
Oh , thats behind the reference section. She came with me to reference section.
Like an adroit swiming in her lanes, she meandered through the racks. After some time, the easeness was lost. She too was like me, confused.
Where is this , it should be somewhere here. she kept saying.
Lets ask Hariram, she said with a disappointment.
Hariram was the oldest serving helper of the library. They saw him in the corner, laggardly chewing the beetle. He just glanced at the piece of paper he showed him. And Like a robot, started walking towards rack 301. Towards the middle, on the lower rack he showed him that precious beauty he was searching for - 31.1591.9 sie, Accession No:18831.
The book was old and was once used very frequently and carelessly.
What is it about?. She took the book from him and started glancing around.
First published in 1960 and last issued in 1984, the year he was born.
But you are not a Psychology student - she exclaimed.
The book deals with statistics and psychology, its one of the latest holy grail of Computer science. He said with a smile, looking at the other books in that column.
Somebody from the main desk called for the librarian and she walked back with the book in her hand. Hariram had long gone to his cozy enclave.
And he was still standing there, gleaming at the other books he could reach for.
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