Would you goto … ?

As a bachelor living in a rented apartment, I have often come across people (living with their parents/college hostel/P.G. accomodation) who ask me with a shy smile on their face “yaar tera room milega kuch time ko?” (can I have your room for a few hours) – hoping to catch some solitude (or some action) with their girlfriends. Last week, a female I barely know, called me up and asked the same question – “kya tumhare paas ek room milega”. The first thing that ran though my mind was – oh what a shameless girl. She has met me only once, barely knows me, is not even my friend, and here she is looking for some action with her BF that too in my room.

Later during the course of the conversation the female clarified that she needs a room to stay and explained that being the cheapskate she is, she needs a guy friend to look around for an accomodation for her, instead of hiring an agent. This is the same girl who has called me up once before asking me to steal the newspaper from the office library as she wanted to read an article. This very same girl who often gives my roomie a missed call hoping that he would call back, saving stored cash points on her prepaid phone connection. Once when Utee didnt call her back she tried to give me a missed call, but I immediately accepted the call since I was ready for it with my finger on the button. Now poorer by a couple of rupees the cheapo asked to talk to Utee, I shamelessly lied and told her that Utee was in the loo. At this I got severely reprimanded by the female. She said that I should maintain decency and take care when I am talking to girls and say that Utee is busy in some work instead of announcing that he is in the loo. I nearly laughed my head off. After this outburst she immediately forgot her anger and began to ask for favours.

What makes girls think that they can get away with blatant exploitation of the male species due to the virtue of them being female?

The business of religion

Back to where I belong. An office where green pillars support a false ceiling, a place where posters are put up on the walls describing how successful the ODC is with the client’s account, a place where the airconditioning is either too cold or non-existent, a place where peoples’ eyes drill holes into flat screen monitors, all the while talking quietly on phones, a place where people crowd around each others desks and stare into thousands of lines code; murmuring excitedly in a mixture of Telugu, Hindi and English, a place where everybody walks around purposefully their eyes scanning the maze of half-walled cubicles. A place where there is a pin drop silence and people glare over the desk partitions at those who talk loudly. A place where I look at everybody around me working so hard and wonder what the heck am I doing here.

Back from a 2 day trip to Tirupati, absolutely saturated with visiting temples. Have visited a lot of temples during this two day trip, temples where there are huge serpentine queues, temples where people can feed cows for a week by paying a thousand bucks, temples where you can bypass the huge queues by paying for a premium ‘darshan’ ticket. Temples where, after traveling for hundreds and hundreds of kilometers and waiting for hours and hours on end, you get to look at the deity for less than half a second, before being brutally pushed around (and screamed at in Telugu) by the guards.

Today morning’s commute from home to office was a harrowing experience, the cab driver thought of himself as Michael Schumaker thundering down what appeared to him as a grand prix stadium instead of the congested traffic logged roads of Ameerpet and Punjagutta. Anyways now I am back at my desk, waiting for the evening – when I can go back home…… and be bored again.

Nagada baja… hooye!

I was feeling a desperate need to blog, even though as usual, I dont have anything different to write about. Blogging has been my constant companion during the intervals of extreme loneliness that I feel often nowadays, now that the winter funk is also over – I have no place to invest my excess energies at.

Life feels like a party – a party to which I have not been invited to, but somehow I am present, feeling out of place…… or maybe a party at which I am invited but have nobody to talk with so I keep walking here and there appearing to be self absorbed and busy so that nobody can see how insecure I am. I keep wondering what I am supposed to do to keep myself occupied, I really have nothing to do, same old boring work in office, sub-zero social life. I have such a lot of friends and I do a lot of masti with them but my social life is like an ocean wave, suddenly there are such a lot of people around me for a few days….. laughing and joking and having fun….. and equally soon there is nobody left. I also keep wondering why I keep on having these abstract thoughts.

Had a hair cut after many days, seems as if I was the masterpiece of the day for the barber, he spent a lot of time snipping away around my head…… now I am the proud owner of a little less hair. Ate the cute TL’s lunch at office, stole her lunch box and emptied the contents into my stomach, the poor girl didnt realise her tiffin was empty till she picked it up lunchtime and found it to be light in weight. Her cook had made some excellent daal and nutri-nuggets, I am surely going to marry her cook one day……

Random bytes

Life is back to the usual, a roller coaster for a second and then monotonous and boring during the next. I have reduced the frequency of my blogging during the past several months, many times I feel the need to blog but cant, sometimes its just laziness, sometimes its the lack of proper words to represent my emotions, sometimes its utee squatting at the home PC and the other times its just too many people around my workstation in office, preventing me from thinking coherently.

Shiamaks winter funk happened on Sunday, the show was good and Shiamak also came to attend it. I found Shiamak to be a pretty down to earth guy, he had none of the usual starry airs of celebrities. He kept peeking from the wings during performances and the crowd (all SDIPA students) used to go berserk watching him peeping.

This was my third stageshow with SDIPA after attending the Salsa, jazz beginners, jazz elementary, latin dancing and jazz elementary advanced classes over a period of the past eight months or so. I have become a stage addict now and also a dance enthusiast, although I still cannot think up new steps while dancing at DJ parties. I am not a natural, not having had the inclination or opportunity to dance at many occasions during my childhood and adolescence. I learned to dance through a mathematical process, counting to the music and fitting steps in, I can never really catch up with the natural dancers. Viv pointed out that I overact while dancing, like I overact in front of the office chick – hoping to get noticed.

Have also been looking around for a vehicle nowadays, I know for sure that I wont be staying in Hyderabad for more than an year from today, but the lack of conveyance is really getting on my nerves now. I found out that all cars within my budget look like ugly ducklings crawling on the jammed roads. Still havent decided what car/model I want to go for. I shall be joining the “Anna motor driving school” from next week to learn driving a geared car.

A trip to the Tirupati temple is planned for the next week, so another week shall fly by quickly. The last 3 weekends have rushed past very fast due to some or the other event happening, the 17-18 Nov weekend was spent in preparing for the birthday party, on 25th was the Hyderabad 10K run, 2nd December – the Winter funk stageshow and next weekend I would be in Tirupati. Weeks fly by very quickly, but individual days do not pass that easily.

just sometimes……….

sometimes I feel like screaming like crazy from the top of a mountain…..
sometimes I feel lonely in the middle of a crowd
sometimes I cannot find peace anywhere
sometimes I think I cannot any get more satisfaction than I already have
sometimes I think there is a lot more to achieve that I can ever possibly dream of
sometimes I think of myself as Stanley Ipkiss from the movie ‘The Mask’… before he found the mask…… and sometimes I wonder where that mask is…

I ran (rather walked) the 10KM ‘Hyderabad run’ on Sunday. The route went around the entire perimeter of the Hussein Sagar. The cute chick from summer funk was also there… I just stared and stared at her like some despo, didnt even go up to her to make small talk. I tried to make small talk to the office gal, realised that I had failed miserably when she looked up from her monitor with a ‘wtf’ expression on her face.

I dont even know why I feel so lonely lately.

The ‘do it yourself’ party

Nav, Sin and I gave a joint ‘do it yourself’ party on Sunday. I have now perfected the art of hosting DYP.

The basic methodology for having a DYP is:
-> Nothing is bought readymade from the market. Everything is made at home.
-> All invitees help in preparing for the party – some are given tomatoes and onions to chop up, others are given the responsibility of decorating the venue, tidying up etc.
-> In the end everybody cleans up.
-> the entire venue is cleared (of party debris), furniture moved aside, music is switched on…. and then…… naacho!

I have noticed that the if people participate in chopping up onions and cleaning and all – they never get bored during the party, maybe the ‘do it yourself’ part gives them an ownership of the party.

twenty three

My twenty third year in this big cruel world. My first day in the new office building.
It was Nav’s birthday yesterday, and we hosted a joint party at Nav’s place. She was also there

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