28.08.11 The Joy of Being

What is the joy of being?? But more importantly, when do you get the joy of being??
Every money-monger says its in earning big bucks..
Every sage says its in knowing the self..
Every Philanthropist says its in giving..

And if you ask me, for me, its in seeing your new born nephew smile his toothless smile at you..

And what do you do when you get two of those on the same day from two different nephews??

You are in heaven.. And thats where I'm now..

So, adios para hoy amigo..

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27.08.11 Getting back home

After one week of requesting & pleading, I finally got my two week leave, and am now comfortably sitting in the sofa at my house.. You dont know how I feel right now..

Well, you shouldnt be able to.. I'm myself in the dark over my feelings..

I'm not happy that I got home, cos I gotta go back, and wont be coming back for another half an year to the minimum..
I'm not happy cos I was settling into a nice rhythm at the BachPad, and a round trip to home, means I gotta start all over again..
I'm not happy cos I couldnt see my new born nephew for more than 2 minutes, and that too, while standing at the door (he had had an infection, and the doc said I could bring it back).

But you know what?? Putting all those negative things in words just turned them around..

I'm happy cos I got to come home, and will be spending the next 16 days at God's own country (and a wealthy God at that..;) )
I'm happy cos I got the much needed break from the lazy BachLife, which saw me sit at home through two three day weekends..
I'm happy cos my nephew is all right now, and he's coming home tomorrow.. I'll finally be able to meet him in person, and say "Welcome to Bhoomi.. Nice to meet you" (if you are not a Malayali, you wont get that)

And you know what, talking non-worldly stuff with my grandmoms, taking advice from my dad, having the best cup of tea in the world (made by my mom), reigniting the passionate fights with my brother, planning reunions with my friends and much more MAKES ME HAPPY... :)


So, adios para hoy amigo..

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23rd to 26th August on 13th September

I havnt written a word over these four days.. I was lazy.. Well, more apprehensive than lazy.. I had no idea if I would get permission to go home for a vacation, and that ate into the working hours of my mind.. Well, after getting permission at the eleventh hour, and spending two glorious weeks in Heaven - My Home Sweet Home in God's Own Country, I feel ashamed to not to have written anything during that time.. Anyways, I kept a mini summary of whatever happened during my 17 day stay, and am continuing from where I let off..

But to make up for the four days I missed, I will be posting a article which could crudely be called "A boy is born, and there goes the family", on my other blog, and I would post it by this Saturday..

Anyways, to all the readers, I want to convey to you, my belated Onam wishes, and I can assure you that such a post wont be coming anytime this year..

So, adios para hoy amigo..

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Back to the Office

I hate mondays.. And you would know why.. Cos someway or the other, Monday brings about a premature termination of the fun you are having on a weekend.. But for the past two weeks, I have been hating Tuesdays..

Thats cos for two consecutive weeks I have been having Monday holiday.. And the first of those was the first weekday holiday at office in over 4 months.. And it was welcomed with both hands..

But the holiday I had today was surplus to requirements.. Two three day weekends on the trot is only gonna make you more lazier for the coming full weeks.. And that is just the case..

And for me, the going might get tougher.. If all goes well, I will have my two week onam vacation sanctioned at office tomorroe.. But that rides on me getting no further work to be submitted for that period..

By the way, taking about riding, see Mohanlal "riding" two bikes at the same time (at 1:23)..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QBbMgYgdesk&feature=related

here's to hoping that my leave is mine..

So, adios para hoy amigo..

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Bread & Om-late night

Thats right.. This is the reason why I'm up writing a blog at 3.15am in the morning.. At 2am on a weekend (which is like 10pm during the week), my flatmate, Alok knocks on my door, asking if I needed an omlette..

A weird request you might think.. But considering the last morsel of wholesome food we had was before 5pm, you can see the sense in the request... So, leaving aside the FIFA game I was so aggresively losing, I went ahead to join him in a mid night snack..

Cooking during the day is a tedious task, but at night, its different.. The whole world is sleeping, the only light there in that sleeping world is coming from your house, and the food that you are making is highly error-prone.. Sleepinees makes you do half the mistake, the rest is contributed by the time of the day..

Like I made the mistake of not putting salt in my omlette, but ended up putting it in a bunch on one side of it.. Needless to say, I had to skip eating that portion for the want of a healthy stomach..

But that was enough for Annan (as I came to call him over the past year) to split into a never ending laughter.. And that is the reason, I write this blog.. To tell you about him.. Just a little though, and not the whole story..

If he would allow me to say it, I would describe him as the elder brother I never wanted.. But thats just cos he does to me what I have done, continues to do against my little brother.. From having the last word in any conversation to getting to be the lazy one...

Well, thats all for now.. I'm way too sleepy to decide what I should to write to make this post fun to read, and what would cause him to remain a chronic bachelor, cos of something I write now.. :D

But then, every guy has his secrets, both embrassingly private and astonishingly public..

So, adios para hoy amigo..

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missed one

Ok... it happpended.. I was suppposed to post something on 20th of Aug, and I didnt.. You would think I would be heartbroken over not being able to uphold the rule.. But I'm not..

And its simply cos this is my game, my rules..:P

I've added a sub-section to the earlier rule, stating that, in exceptional situations, I can make up for missing a daily post with an extra post...

And 20th Aug was exceptional.. I had actually written half of my post, when it dawned upon me that this 21st marks the 23rd year of the day that one of our best buddy decided to visit this earthly planet..

And so, from 11pm, I was busy setting up a conference call of our buunch of hooligans, a group we fondly refer by the number of us in it, FIVE - Deepak, Shivan, Siddharth, Sivaharsh and me..

Since the bday boy doesnt want his roomies to know that its his bday today, so that he can escape some bodily blows, and monetary loss, I wont be saying whose bday it is..

By 11.25pm, the four of us called up the fifth, and we had a confy call.. For a group which was praised as one of the strongest in college, we hadnt had a confy for the past three months.. The non-simultaneous busy schedule of each of us made sure of that.. But nothing like that stands in the way of calling up your friend on his bday night, and yelling (not singing) "happy bday" in many tunes and pitches, until our throats are sore..

Anyways, that is an exceptional case, if there will ever be one..

So, adios para hoy amigo..

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Bottles of Fun

*This was supposed to come out on 20th.. but due to already stated reasons, its being released now..:D

Normally, the people coming over would put in a call in the begining.. We had our first set of un-invited guests at our BachPad today... I'm not saying that they were un-welcome, but that we didnt have the faintest clue that someone would drop-by today..

They were our collegues at work, who were our erstwhile roommates.. Well, as soon as they entered our apartment, the first thing they noticed, other than the wastehouse kitchen was the collection of the so-called "Bottles of fun"..

And that got me thinking.. In two months of living here, there is an assorted collection of beer, vodka, whiskey and other bottles, numbering upto three dozens.. All thanks to the twice-a-week gettogethers of Malayalis..

Keeping up the tradition of supreme drinkers back home, the Malayalis here are making a massive contribution to the treasure bank of the Haryana Beverages..

I had read a report saying that Gurgaon was the city in the quatret of NCR cities leading the weekly drinking column.. Well, that is a no-brainer actually.. Delhi has a minimum drinking age of 25 years, while outside the National capital, it is just 21 years.. I know that nobody anywhere asks for ID proof from a guy/gal buying a bottle of fun, but the ones who dont wanna take the risk of ending up in jail, take a metro to the satellite cities...

And Gurgaon is the prime target for them.. With Noida being mainly a residential-cum-industrial city, Gurgaon has emerged as the entertainment centre.. With its phlethora of malls, its conjoined pubs, Gurgaon is almost like an open invitation for the young drinkers of Delhi to come and get some.. And they do, as you can see by the massive rush from Delhi to Gurgaon on friday nights..

But those are national issues... Coming back to my humble BachPad, I think there is an issue here, cos the number of beer bottles in the house beats the number of water bottles.. I'm not against drinking like I was two years before, but there should be a limit.. Right?? I'll leave you with that thought..

So, adios para hoy amigo..

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