Yaaaaaaaaaaawnnnn… hmmmm ok I’ve woken up and thanks to some cinematic advice from K-Jo (no relation to J-Lo) I’m rethinking about my life too. Are you fed-up?? Are you sick and tired of leaving home and going for a job that you don’t enjoy?? Do you feel there’s more to life other than dealing with machine’s and wires?? Alright don’t worry.. I’m not setting up an Asian IT Sky Shop here on my blog. These were some of the questions doing the rounds in my head a month back. The mentally gifted that I am.. I literally visualized a salesman in my head only that this guy was trying to sell me a better life. Weird guy he was… roamed around with a badge titled ‘Mr. Conshee Uns’. Your’s truly therefore took the decision to quit, without a backup! Because hanging around in the same field was like solving the wrong problem. My last status msg at work read ‘Enough of Nibbling and Byting.. time to move on.’
CRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Ok now that the ice is broken I can get along with my tirade :D
The most enjoyable experience I’ve had post-work is that of The Mahabharata. A friend of mine had given me the entire series on my HD (read hard DISK), half of which I had completed earlier. The show still is wonderful and should be recommended to each and everyone. It’s so much fun to see arrows multiplying mid-air and attackers going ‘Woah!!!’ every time they fail to deliver. The hilarious part was since I had seen the show once again after such a long time since childhood; I couldn’t help but mock every scene (keeping the meaning intact though). Every time Vidur used to enter a room already occupied by the likes of Bhishma, Dronacharya and Kripacharya, there used to be one seat less and I would start imagining him getting a Bean Bag from somewhere. Also notable is the amount of patience every person had with the blind king Dritharashtra; it was unimaginable. Any one in this age would easily go ‘Arre yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrr’ on him. Trust me people, if it was allowed to make a parody of the Mahabharata I’d be the foremost contender to do so. But I’d definitely bet on the fact that I’ll be roasted if this idea would be made public :D
Now I’m spending my time improving my verbal skills and getting some number’s straight in my head. I never knew I‘d suck so badly at math after such a long gap. Yes, it gets to my nerves to learn about how two trains will behave when approaching each other at constant speeds. Before I get to the solution (which I rarely do) I make them crash or halt them thus removing the problem from its root. I’m trying to get serious now and I think I’ll get there. Ohhh for those who are scratching their heads thinking why I took so long to come up with a new blog, here are my excuses:
1. There were bloody cobwebs all over my blog.
2. A dear friend of mine scolded me to remove my blog address from my status msg (since I was inactive for such a long time). This is for you Ammamma!!! Thanks for the spanking.
Alright, I think that’s enough of useless information for now (I did hear that sigh of relief). Powderbaba would like to sign off now.
PS: For God’s sake Gavaskar!!!! It’s Pragyan O’JHA’ not bloody O’ZAA’ stop making it sound like he got in through ST quota… or otherwise you are definitely getting high in your box up there.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Cuckoo's go cuckoo too!!
After ranting on a serious topic such as the Indian politics, I feel the necessity to bring to your notice a much more grave situation. This time it's the resident Cuckoo that flocks around our apartment. As we all are aware the Cuckoo a.k.a. Song Bird a.k.a. Koyal is a delight to hear in its best mood. I would've agreed to that but for the past few days... It turns out that this cuckoo has either had some serious family problems or might be under medication.
Our woes began when our beloved bird(apple of everyone's eyes, Rahman of everyone's ears) started giving high-pitch messages in the middle of the night. God knows what got into this bird that it gave out kuuuoooooooo's at 3 a.m. Suddenly our Rahman turned into Altaf Raja.. and got all the residents burying their heads under their pillows. Its a well known fact in my family that even a Marriage procession can't have the might to wake me up, but this secretive bird hiding among all branches dared to do the unthinkable. Sadly it did, it woke me up with its 8th call(yes 7 in my sleep was part of a dream) and I couldnt handle it going on and on. I grabbed hold of a stick, opened the net and gave a whack at the branches. This got it silent, leaving me with a victorious smile(for a moment I waved at the imaginary crowd cheering for me).
The next night was even more testing. I was having the strangest dream ever. Playing against Man United we were leading 3-1. To the shock of my eyes my team mates were a bunch of pirates and bloody sporty one's. I could not imagine what the outcome of my dream would be when I heard 'kuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooooo'... It was 4 a.m. and madame had jus started her vocal excercise. I repeated the same routine to drive it away but this time she was in no mood to negotiate. It went like 'kuuuoooooooo kuuuooooo aye aye aye.. kuoooo kuooooo' .Yours truly waved his white flag and suggested the bird to go on while he caught on some not-so-sweet slumber.
A dear friend of mine suggests me not to curse the poor bird for the reasons mentioned above..My response to her is that I wish this Koyal gets deported to the branch right across her bedroom! I wont be surprised to see 'Lunatic resident shoots lyrical Koyal' in the papers the next day. Anyways I am done with my 'Memoirs of the Cuckoo' chapter here and am desperately trying to find out its Birthday. I've decided to gift it a Fossil for reasons that are obvious to one and all.
Siddharth
Our woes began when our beloved bird(apple of everyone's eyes, Rahman of everyone's ears) started giving high-pitch messages in the middle of the night. God knows what got into this bird that it gave out kuuuoooooooo's at 3 a.m. Suddenly our Rahman turned into Altaf Raja.. and got all the residents burying their heads under their pillows. Its a well known fact in my family that even a Marriage procession can't have the might to wake me up, but this secretive bird hiding among all branches dared to do the unthinkable. Sadly it did, it woke me up with its 8th call(yes 7 in my sleep was part of a dream) and I couldnt handle it going on and on. I grabbed hold of a stick, opened the net and gave a whack at the branches. This got it silent, leaving me with a victorious smile(for a moment I waved at the imaginary crowd cheering for me).
The next night was even more testing. I was having the strangest dream ever. Playing against Man United we were leading 3-1. To the shock of my eyes my team mates were a bunch of pirates and bloody sporty one's. I could not imagine what the outcome of my dream would be when I heard 'kuuuuuuuuuuoooooooooooooooooo'... It was 4 a.m. and madame had jus started her vocal excercise. I repeated the same routine to drive it away but this time she was in no mood to negotiate. It went like 'kuuuoooooooo kuuuooooo aye aye aye.. kuoooo kuooooo' .Yours truly waved his white flag and suggested the bird to go on while he caught on some not-so-sweet slumber.
A dear friend of mine suggests me not to curse the poor bird for the reasons mentioned above..My response to her is that I wish this Koyal gets deported to the branch right across her bedroom! I wont be surprised to see 'Lunatic resident shoots lyrical Koyal' in the papers the next day. Anyways I am done with my 'Memoirs of the Cuckoo' chapter here and am desperately trying to find out its Birthday. I've decided to gift it a Fossil for reasons that are obvious to one and all.
Siddharth
Friday, May 1, 2009
Cometh the hour, didn't cometh the vote..
It's my first blog. I've scratched my head to find a topic, only to realize my fingers have become oily. Thought of getting into a tub to have a Eureka moment but finally understood how retarded I am to settle on one simble(yes I am that type) topic. Took a glance at my left-hand while typing and 'hain? whats that mark? oh haaan. I voted yesterday' Thus the middle finger prevailed in helping me zeroing in on a topic I must comment on.
It was April 30th 2009 yesterday. It was declared as Voting Day by the Election Commission of India. Weeks back I had done a sommer-sault (yes I'm 85 kgs and my room revolves vertically) on finding out that the 30th was a holiday for Voting. That meant 4 days leave on a stretch. That meant Partaayy time for everyone.. that meant trouble for the ECI and sadly it materialized. I registered myself for the first time and was elated to see my name in the list of voters. The volunteers were very helpful in taking that extra effort to search for a 'Siddharth Sethumadhavan' in those papers. On spotting my name it felt like your name appearing on the final list of entrees for a top-level exam. I approached the person with the ink. He started fingering.. I beg your pardon.. started inking my middle finger. I let out a 'hain?' on him on which he responded saying that this time it was the middle finger and a longer mark. On this my dad showed me the middle finger for approval.. with by-standers saying 'Damn! that dad is cool' . In my head I came out of the room like an Indian Idol contestant getting selected in the auditions, but in reality gave an aye to my mom and proceeded.
I returned home and was watching the Voter turnout details. It portrayed a dismal 18-20% for Mumbai which was disheartening and shameful. At the end of the day the ECI declared a 44% turnout in Mumbai. This percentage was lower than what we recorded in 2004. Why? simple.. i mean simble. damn it.
The Govt did a great job keeping Voting Day on such a perfectly placed day. It fell in the period of vacations for kids, which eventually got the families missing from their homes. I totally blame the common man for being so negligent and downright irresponsible, but the govt needs to take steps to make every citizen vote(which is why I agree with Advani's suggestion of making voting mandatory). I mean how responsible is this Mumbaiite to bicker on every issue concerning the govt and not fulfill his/her utmost important duty, to Vote.
This was supposed to be the most informed election phase, but it looks like all parties spent their precious time in bringing out rotten issues and tainted members out in the front. Bravo! If we comment on it saying 'They are like this only', the figures rolled out yesterday definitely tag us as 'We are like this only'. All we do now is wait and predict the winner like a cricket match. Only difference here is that we had the choice to select our winner. I hope we did good.
Siddharth
It was April 30th 2009 yesterday. It was declared as Voting Day by the Election Commission of India. Weeks back I had done a sommer-sault (yes I'm 85 kgs and my room revolves vertically) on finding out that the 30th was a holiday for Voting. That meant 4 days leave on a stretch. That meant Partaayy time for everyone.. that meant trouble for the ECI and sadly it materialized. I registered myself for the first time and was elated to see my name in the list of voters. The volunteers were very helpful in taking that extra effort to search for a 'Siddharth Sethumadhavan' in those papers. On spotting my name it felt like your name appearing on the final list of entrees for a top-level exam. I approached the person with the ink. He started fingering.. I beg your pardon.. started inking my middle finger. I let out a 'hain?' on him on which he responded saying that this time it was the middle finger and a longer mark. On this my dad showed me the middle finger for approval.. with by-standers saying 'Damn! that dad is cool' . In my head I came out of the room like an Indian Idol contestant getting selected in the auditions, but in reality gave an aye to my mom and proceeded.
I returned home and was watching the Voter turnout details. It portrayed a dismal 18-20% for Mumbai which was disheartening and shameful. At the end of the day the ECI declared a 44% turnout in Mumbai. This percentage was lower than what we recorded in 2004. Why? simple.. i mean simble. damn it.
The Govt did a great job keeping Voting Day on such a perfectly placed day. It fell in the period of vacations for kids, which eventually got the families missing from their homes. I totally blame the common man for being so negligent and downright irresponsible, but the govt needs to take steps to make every citizen vote(which is why I agree with Advani's suggestion of making voting mandatory). I mean how responsible is this Mumbaiite to bicker on every issue concerning the govt and not fulfill his/her utmost important duty, to Vote.
This was supposed to be the most informed election phase, but it looks like all parties spent their precious time in bringing out rotten issues and tainted members out in the front. Bravo! If we comment on it saying 'They are like this only', the figures rolled out yesterday definitely tag us as 'We are like this only'. All we do now is wait and predict the winner like a cricket match. Only difference here is that we had the choice to select our winner. I hope we did good.
Siddharth
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