All about gals..written a long time ago

I waited for a time
That would dispel the pain
It accrued in me ..
and told me pal I want to stay

Tried in vain to drive it away
Indulged in transient pleasures
Led my self in harms way..
Then, there came a day..
I saw a scintillating ray

It seemed to assuage the pain..
Weaned me from the intoxicating pleasures..
Filled my life with the rainbow's colors
Intrigued by the beatitude I didn't see

There was more that came
Hidden in the glitter of that ray
I thought the ray drove my darkness away
But turned out the other way.

Now there is darkness again
Pain and sorrow again
I speak to myself and it says Friend I am here to Stay

Numbers

Zero : The number of times I have had sex in my life
One : The number of Accolades I have been bestowed in my company
Two : The number of women I fell in love with
Three : The number of certification exams I need to clear before this year end
Four : The number of cell phones I have changed in the last 4 years
Five : The number of days I work in a week :-)
Six : The number of states of India I have visited after I started working
Seven : The number of states I passed on my road trip to Tybee Island,GA from Milwaukee, WI
Eight : The number of push ups I manage albeit with a lot of effort
Nine : The Room number of the "transit" accommodation where we lived all the time we were in Mumbai.

Guilt....

..is what you feel after you eat a Veg puff knowing well that you are on a diet.

Oops my torso..

I have seen this once too many times and couldn't help thinking why do they do that? What eh hold on...Why do the pretty and not so pretty women keep tugging that short top every now and making unsuccessful attempts to cover that skin that is visible. The poor little top stretched beyond its limits coz of that incessant tugging keeps going up ever so often. Are they conscious that they are being watched?
What was the purpose of that top which was a tad short in the first place, that women wear? Why did they buy it in the first place to cover up or to flash that skin or probably it shrunk after the first wash.
Or did the trial room not have a mirror at the store they picked it up from?
So which of the above is it :-)Anyone care to explain :-):-)

If the intent of picking it up was to bare some skin which I think is the best answer then why do they keep pulling it down when they have managed to get that much needed attention?

The Week that was...

Boy what a week it has been met up my schoolmates after 8 long years, but did not seem that way, an instant connect with them and had a good time. Also watched Bhool Bhulayia the previous night kudos to Akshaye Kumar for his superlative dialogue deliveries and keeping me entertained in an otherwise lack luster script, he had to play what Rajni played in Chandramukhi and Mohanlal in Manichitrathazhu.

We also saw the BSE Sensex take 2 of its highest intraday falls caused due to selling by FII's following SEBI's draft on P Notes, a corrective measure to put a check on the cash flow in the markets which might have caused problems later on, one direct impact would have been the rising rupee hurting the exports. I had so waited for this correction so that I could enter the markets.

But, what made my week was my trip to Mysore. After some dilly-dallying I decided to take off on Friday, with the evening showers that are a norm these days I had to leave in the afternoon. The Man, his machine a Pulsar 150 and his index helmet. The onward journey was pleasant barring one or two accidents not involving me close to Srirangapatna due to the rains and speed breakers on the SH 17. Yeah speed breakers on a highway.

It was cloudy throughout my ride and I reached Mysore at 5:30. I crashed into the Coffee Day on Kalidasa Road where I happened to meet a freak named Belly aka Bellapa an avid biker who told me about his many forays on the Enfield, this as I waited to be met by Muddu who was my host for the weekend. One of the main reasons I went to Mysore was to see the Dussera celebrations and the much talked about procession that culminates the festivities at Mysore.

Spent the evening at "The Roost" because the rains would not let us get to Planet X which was what Muddu had in mind for that evening. So after 3 Haywards 5000 aur thode Chicken thodne ke baad we called it a day we had to cause we were too drunk to do anything. I did not have the slightest inkling that this is how the remaining nights at Mysore would be spent, throwing a spanner on all the jogging and weight that I lost in the past 2 weeks by exercising.

Saturday we were a feeling a little lazy and a little hung over from all the guzzling, and the only thing we got around doing was to visit the Chamundi hills n a sumptuous lunch at Olive Garden. The food was good and I would recommend this to anyone who visits Mysore. After the heavy lunch it was time for a nap to and let the digestive juices kick in and break it in peace :-) and then by the time we woke up it was 8 and yeah dinner time, the venue was “The Greens”. A decent place I would rate it at 4 out of 5.

Sunday it was Saturday whizzed past in a hurry and I was looking forward to Sunday. We went to Devaraj Urs road at about 1 only to find out that the procession was to start by 3 and so we headed off to a Cafe Coffee Day at the end of the road. Coffee mele thumba aagathe, that’s their punch line.

The procession started around 3 and there was a mad rush of youngsters trying to get onto roof tops so that they could watch the festivities without any hustling. Saw them climbing the plastic pipes to get to their vantage points. If I was the owner of those buildings I would not have thought twice before pouring water as they tried climbing.

The procession starts from the Mysore Palace and ends at Banni Mantap which is about 5 km from the palace. If you want to read more about the procession check this out. I was a tad disappointed with what I saw and I fail to understand how this could be such a crowd puller heard that there were close to 14 lakh people who had come to watch this much talked about procession.

I also used my time in Mysore to get some focus and did some thinking about myself and what I wanted in life, so have a little clarity on that, how I balance my career and my passion I still haven’t got that figured.

Icing on the cake was Raikonnen winning the race to become the 2007 champion and it was as if the script that was written was played to perfection.

I was supposed to start early on Monday, but on our way to dinner the previous night something got into my eye and caused it to swell up quite a bit and I had to wait for the swelling to subside before I could leave, needed some medication in the form that i hate the most. Tablets.... I finally left at 10 am in the morning and reached Bangalore by 12:30 the wind did cause some irritation in that swollen eye of mine initially but as I saw the pristine surroundings along the stretch I forgot all about it there were so many places where I would have liked to have taken pics and would have gotten some good ones for HDR, but that has to wait for my next trip.

The Dog Tag

The Id card which we are made to wear around our necks is what I am referring to. I do not wear it usually coz to me it is a dog tag...
But yesterday I went to one of the older blocks of the campus which is the Administrative block and one of the senior folks from facilities Mr ScrewBall, kept staring at me as I walked past him to meet the guy from the travel department and when I was finished with him this Mr Screwball stops me and asks me to produce my Id card, I show it to him and he asks me to flaunt it when I am in the campus and I tell him that my tag is broken and lo he gives me a new tag....
This Mr Screwball is one of the senior guys in the company and has lacs in the form of stock options and wud be earning more than me for doing such petty things.
I remember this screwball was not able to arrange an accomodation for me in the campus when my project demanded me to be available on call 24X7.
Yeah I've started deviating but getting back to the point.

My reasons for not wearing the card
a) It feels like a dog tag.
b) Tom's, Dick's and Harry's should not be able read your name when in the elevator with any of them.
c) It is an easy way to get to know the name of the girl you have a crush on. I donn like it when ppl find an easy way out.
d) It gives people something to fiddle with when they are nervous esp women.
e) When you get into a fight someone can pull you by the tag.

The reasons may be stupid, altogether outrageous and the last one most improbable, but they are my reasons.
Can anyone tell me what is the reason we are forced to wear it, I am not yet convinced about why I have to wear it and move around..

Women

Women Look different, think different, and are extremely difficult to comprehend..

F1 Live

The Men: Mousam Parth Anand and Saurav Chaitanya( who joined us later).
The Machine: Mitsubushi Endeavour
The Mission: Indianapolis Grand Prix and Chicago yet again and most importantly freak out n have loads of fun.
None of the cross state trips that I have been on have gone as planned this was no different either. We wanted to freak out and we were not going to let the expenditure subdue that ( well read as a tad unplanned). We finally headed out of Milwaukee at 2230 hrs to our first stop O hare to pick up Saurav. Were almost on time with him on board our next stop was the Radisson hotel in Northbrough, IL 20 miles from downtown chicago. Pali joined us there for a drink and left by 3. I never wanted to drink but ended up having one small vodka. Parth continued till 5 in the morning that is when I went to bed.
When I woke up later it was 40 minutes past noon was pissed coz I missed the England Portugal quarter finals...Mousam told me it was not very interesting to watch Portugal win the duel in the Penalty shootout. Watched Zizou unveil his magic along with Viera n Henry to outplay Brazil. Finally at 5 we headed out to Chicago, desitnation Navy Pier. Saurav and Chaitanya were impressed with the ambience hung out there for some time and later headed to the Hard Rock Cafe. One Orange Cosmo and a beer later we retreated to our not so humble abode for a good nights sleep.

Day2: We were supposed to leave for Indy by 6 which we knew would never happen. Left only by 730 and thanks to some driving skills that would put Narain Karthikeyan to shame, Parth got us to Indy half an hour before the start. We missed the parade though. It did not take much , just the roar of the engine that we heard inside, to put that behind.

Indianapolis Motor Speedway:
From oustside it is not very impressive but inside, it's a different story altogether. We were in J stand section 30 had a good view of the first corner, where in 6(+1) cars crashed out in the first lap
The atmosphere inside was unlike anything I have seen before. The pleasant fragrance of beer and burning tobacco added to the noise would force a guy to start drinking to get into the thick of the happenings. I don't think people here know any team other than Ferrari..Could see a lot of scarlet flags and tees..Some babes revealing more than what they were hiding, some in their figure hugging belly button revealing attire inviting you to gague their hips but sadly with some overgrown n humongous hunks :( was some site too.
All the cars neatly lined up one behind the other waiting for the 5 red lights to go off, saw them start off.I wanted an accident so that it would slow them down enough for me to get some decent pics, and I was graced with not one but a second one also at the rolling start. I was too engrossed with what was happening at the top of the order that I missed Nick Hiedfield's somersaults. Thankfully he escaped unscathed. These cars are just too astounding; they seemed much different from what I have seen on television. They are built great Speed, Technology which would give the rocket scientists a run for their money, safety that lets the drivers cheat death even in the most horrendous accidents. Shall not get into the race details as they are readily available. At the end of the 15th lap we decided to move around the place and thanks to Parth we knew all the right places to visit.
Our first pitstop after we got out of the stand was at the entrance of a tunnel over which these machines went over. The engines sounded like a plane getting ready to take off, to me it was a deafening roar of a marvelous piece of technology.
Our Next stop was a spot 300 mts before the end of the second straight of the track. Parth and Mousam wanted their pics taken when the cars passed so I granted them their wish. It was difficult, had to take 6 to 7 pics in a burst to get that. Then we crossed a bridge over the track the feeling here is just so fantastic even though they have a lot of protection and an almost translucent cloth over the railings extending to a height of about 8 ft, so that it does not cause the drivers to loose focus. You can see the cars approaching and then later passing under the bridge. Just after the bridge is the 3 rd chicane of sector 2 you can hear the gears dropping and it is like music to ears, not all would agree to that, some ppl had earplugs and I was there just to listen to these wonder machines, blazing the track pushed to its limits by nothing less than audacious drivers. We later stood for quite some time at the end of sector 2 where I got some nice pics of the posterior of these machines :) well that is the best I could do.
The race was over in an hour and 34 mins. We rushed to the grandstand to get a view of the podium and watch Schumi's histrionics.
What more I can't write more come for yourself and experience the pleasure.

After the race there was a flurry of calls made to friends whom I had not met in 18 months and who were there to witness the event, managed to meet Sid. Felt good though we spoke for just 10 mins. He was looking like a cute lil kid. Anu you would have defn hugged that kid n played with him.

We got back home that night after stopping over at Sabri Nihari and they did not have their famous biriyanis as they were out of rice...Injustice...

It was an enjoyable three days outa milwaukee...