WARNING: Explicit content!
"Is baar kuch naya karna hai yaar New Year pe" said a colleague who also happened to be one of my training partners. New year 2004, Bidding adieu to 2003, my most successful year so far. He said he his friend from the army was also going to join him from Pune. So what would we do came the next question. We had no cash to go some expensive parties, not tat we were exposed to such parties. We had not girls with us, which means where ever stag entry was not allowed, we were not to go, Stag parties were expensive, and hence a strict no no. Finally by the time we discussed, it was about 6:00 in the evening on 31st of December and will still did not have a plan. So as always we decided to go and then check it out. We would meet at BimbisarNagar in Goregaon / Jogeshwari at 8:30. We met and then decided to go to Juhu, the most hep place which was nearest to Goegaon. We went to the Jogeshwari station and reached Andheri, took a walk all the way to Juhu. What a walk that was. A walk in heaven... "Babe Heaven" a perfect place for a horny bachelor. Plunging neckline, "raising the bar" on the Top, waistline, Looooooooooooowwwwwwwwww waist jeans ... phew.
Finally we reached Juhu at about 10:30. Juhu was more like a carnival. The Police as usual was working overtime to keep this high libido crowd in check. All in all a frolicking atmosphere. Had Ice Gola which I can say was the best I ever had till date and looking at the current location I stay in, it is the best I will have for a long long time. Sugar Cotton candy - floss, I must say, a treat for the light pocket. I must reiterate at the danger of you considering me repetitive, There were girls, girls, girls ... and MORE GIRLS. short ones, long ones, sweet ones, cute ones, horny ones, voluptuous ones, yummy ones, Behnji ones .... everyone, a feast of the keen eyed
I have studied in Manipal and seen quite a few people, quite a few incidents which can be classified from wacky to outright bizarre ... but believe me, nothing can prepare you for this. It is 12:00 mid night, there are fire crackers, people wishing everyone on the beach, music etc ... I felt out of place from all this , and strayed absent mindedly towards the parking lot. I saw quite a few cars wobbling, moving sideways, some slow, some fast. I dint venture close, for the fear of alarming the happy couples. But from the distance, I could see a girl barely legal ... hopping like a rabbit on this person. She could be passed to be any one you see on the road, someone you know, nothing different about her, yet she was there, on this hideous looking chap moving like a cork on water. This shook me. Staggering I came down back to the beach. I saw a woman, say in her thirties walking along the crowded beach with her husband and probably her sister. They were about to leave the beach, they had to cross a groups of ruffians, who fully utilized the chance the crowd had provided them. I was too far to prevent anything, not that I had any intent of fighting the guys, who looked tough. I would surely be beaten to pulp, so I would help the woman and her hapless husband to safety, I was late, they had crossed over, all I could hear was one of them saying ..." Maine dono ka dabaya" it was nauseating. Shaken I thought it was enough for that day, and asked my friend to leave that place and move to somewhere else. We finally decided to have our dinner at the local hotel in Jogeshwari.
Why is this part important? because, This is the first time I had RUM in my life, and the second I had drunk, first time I had drinks with friends. I loved the taste of RUM- Bacardi... This Army chap or rather the Airforce pilot was a pro on drinks... He made a drink which I could never replicate. I had Bacardi, with lemon, ICE (lots of it) and a green chilli which was dunked in lemon juice for 5 mins. I have tried to recreate this 'magic', many a times after this try, but could never do it. The taste ... was more like having chat ... Cold ice, drink bruning your throat, tangy taste of lime, and finally the tongue burns due to the chilly. Gives you a taste of heaven itself. I had over 150ml and felt nice. First time I was really on a high after drinking.
Well high hopes of "kuch naya karna " was dashed but, was i happy yes ... I was really "HAPPY" ;)
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Mumbai Slice -- Are you kind of Married?
Now for the big revelation, I had joined TCS in Mumbai. The office : Suren Road , Banyan Park. Man! that was an office you would kill to be in. A resort in the middle of Andheri East. Flanked by The Landmark building, Eagle's flight Cine max Multiplex and The TOI office, this 23 acre forest area houses one of the best looking offices I have ever seen. IT also has a beautiful guest house and this place boasts of a wide range of flora and fauna. Not to mention a cottage like canteen with great food , a tennis court and a beautiful training room. I was supposed to be here for 1 month for the training, yummy.
Now for the Training part, the class was a mix bag ... a treat for a director who wanted a film on national Integration. All the South states were represented, so was Gujrat, MP , Delhi/Punjab, Haryana, Orissa, Bengal and of course the Home state of Mahrashta which was also amply represented. The majority infact came from a Mumbai engg college, Shah and Anchor.Some with prior(about 1 year) experience like myself and the rest from colleges from different parts of India. There were some memorable People. There was one Priyesh Parmar --> no ya! thaat eez not the waayyyy yah! n yeah! I am not talking about "ansoo" in this part. Chirag Sah --> from Vapi, who would always introduce himself as: Hello! ME, Myself Chirag sah from Vapi, which incidently felt like he had 3 souls trapped in him, he, himself and someone named chirag sah! There was some mallu lady, a beautiful girl, unfortunately married :) I think her name was Sangeeta (not sure though). Chomu from Bokharo (oblivious to the fact that Sangeeta was Married) --> forgot his real name. Then there was the Standard Laxmi chhaap FIRE CRACKER from Miranda House Delhi the one and only unique piece ... Anshu Gupta, she always made it a point to tell everyone that she had an imaginary husband from Bhatinda and 2 Kids. This never ever failed to break Priyesh's heart. Finally an Andhrite Srikiran Goli, I remember him for one act of nobility on the penultimate day of the training schedule. This guy never spoke more than 25 words during the entire Training of 30 days,but he was destined to make history! He stood up during the feedback session which was attended by the head of training Mumbai,held his UI training manual and said: "I have no Idea why this book was ever though of. It makes no sense and should be thrown to the dust bin", a comment which made us, the attendees squirm and the people on the dais were lost for words. Their wide eyes and open mouths were a sight for sore eyes. It took a looooong minute before they regained their composure and mumbled something and changed the Topic. Then there was Soumyakanta Sahu (Kaanta Laga ... Bhude wai!!! ), Phukkad, Naman Kuwadia ... a great joker someone who you could spend an evening n go home with a hearty laugh. Then there was the team I was in .. There was Janardhanan V (Jenny), a Punju BOSS DK I dont remember his name and there was Janardhan's friend from his locality.
This probably was the best time I had in TCS. Though my friends said that was not comparable to Trivandrum. Days passed with Priyesh being the butt of jokes on Anshu who in turn pulled Priyesh's leg by heralding that she was married and had 2 kids, which broke Priyesh's heart in a million pieces. Back to chomu ...why was he called Chomu? cause he said it was a code word for some slang which was used in his college so that girls did not know that the guys were hurling abuses.There was this incident of incidents. It was some afternoon and half the class was in the cafeteria I had no place to sit with my project team, hence was sitting with Goli, Priyesh,and Soumyakanta and then there was Sangeeta sitting with the us. I observed Chomu coming from far, with a confused look on his face and his heart pounding like a 10 tonne press. He comes close to us and asks Sangeeta "Are you some kind of married?", Chomu genuinely looked dejected! What was he thinking when he was asking this question? ... beats me! Sangeeta who was sipping on the soup dropped the spoon into the bowl and with an equally confused look on the face shot back, "what do you mean by SOME KIND OF"? Chomu went cold. He had no answer, eads of sweat on his forehead, he said, "I mean are you married?", Sangeeta smiled and said, "YES, unfortunately" Chomu's questions, a comment which will go on as one of the best ones in comment history! End of Training I was sent to Borivili GDC office.
Now for the Training part, the class was a mix bag ... a treat for a director who wanted a film on national Integration. All the South states were represented, so was Gujrat, MP , Delhi/Punjab, Haryana, Orissa, Bengal and of course the Home state of Mahrashta which was also amply represented. The majority infact came from a Mumbai engg college, Shah and Anchor.Some with prior(about 1 year) experience like myself and the rest from colleges from different parts of India. There were some memorable People. There was one Priyesh Parmar --> no ya! thaat eez not the waayyyy yah! n yeah! I am not talking about "ansoo" in this part. Chirag Sah --> from Vapi, who would always introduce himself as: Hello! ME, Myself Chirag sah from Vapi, which incidently felt like he had 3 souls trapped in him, he, himself and someone named chirag sah! There was some mallu lady, a beautiful girl, unfortunately married :) I think her name was Sangeeta (not sure though). Chomu from Bokharo (oblivious to the fact that Sangeeta was Married) --> forgot his real name. Then there was the Standard Laxmi chhaap FIRE CRACKER from Miranda House Delhi the one and only unique piece ... Anshu Gupta, she always made it a point to tell everyone that she had an imaginary husband from Bhatinda and 2 Kids. This never ever failed to break Priyesh's heart. Finally an Andhrite Srikiran Goli, I remember him for one act of nobility on the penultimate day of the training schedule. This guy never spoke more than 25 words during the entire Training of 30 days,but he was destined to make history! He stood up during the feedback session which was attended by the head of training Mumbai,held his UI training manual and said: "I have no Idea why this book was ever though of. It makes no sense and should be thrown to the dust bin", a comment which made us, the attendees squirm and the people on the dais were lost for words. Their wide eyes and open mouths were a sight for sore eyes. It took a looooong minute before they regained their composure and mumbled something and changed the Topic. Then there was Soumyakanta Sahu (Kaanta Laga ... Bhude wai!!! ), Phukkad, Naman Kuwadia ... a great joker someone who you could spend an evening n go home with a hearty laugh. Then there was the team I was in .. There was Janardhanan V (Jenny), a Punju BOSS DK I dont remember his name and there was Janardhan's friend from his locality.
This probably was the best time I had in TCS. Though my friends said that was not comparable to Trivandrum. Days passed with Priyesh being the butt of jokes on Anshu who in turn pulled Priyesh's leg by heralding that she was married and had 2 kids, which broke Priyesh's heart in a million pieces. Back to chomu ...why was he called Chomu? cause he said it was a code word for some slang which was used in his college so that girls did not know that the guys were hurling abuses.There was this incident of incidents. It was some afternoon and half the class was in the cafeteria I had no place to sit with my project team, hence was sitting with Goli, Priyesh,and Soumyakanta and then there was Sangeeta sitting with the us. I observed Chomu coming from far, with a confused look on his face and his heart pounding like a 10 tonne press. He comes close to us and asks Sangeeta "Are you some kind of married?", Chomu genuinely looked dejected! What was he thinking when he was asking this question? ... beats me! Sangeeta who was sipping on the soup dropped the spoon into the bowl and with an equally confused look on the face shot back, "what do you mean by SOME KIND OF"? Chomu went cold. He had no answer, eads of sweat on his forehead, he said, "I mean are you married?", Sangeeta smiled and said, "YES, unfortunately" Chomu's questions, a comment which will go on as one of the best ones in comment history! End of Training I was sent to Borivili GDC office.
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Your voice brightens up my soul
N I wish to hear it till I breathe no more…
Ur smile ignites a fire in my heart,
I wish it to light up d pyres of my rest…
For your love, I can wait till d end
Don’t u promise, still I will b together till then…
I think of u, with every dawn every day
And I m thinking of u, when to sleep, I lay….
U r there in every song that I play
N I can feel u in the words that I say…
My love, u may never ask, n I may never confess…
But ever in my eyes, you'll c d emotions in a mess…
I hope u would let me know, when u too feel d same,
Or v would end up in time, with a relation given no name…
Your voice brightens up my soul
N I wish to hear it till I breathe no more…
Ur smile ignites a fire in my heart,
I wish it to light up d pyres of my rest…
For your love, I can wait till d end
Don’t u promise, still I will b together till then…
I think of u, with every dawn every day
And I m thinking of u, when to sleep, I lay….
U r there in every song that I play
N I can feel u in the words that I say…
My love, u may never ask, n I may never confess…
But ever in my eyes, you'll c d emotions in a mess…
I hope u would let me know, when u too feel d same,
Or v would end up in time, with a relation given no name…
Friday, April 18, 2008
yadda yadda !
Markets fallen and risen again ... any sense? I dont think so ... I fear harder times ahead ... Lord save my investments. Am I heavily invested ? nay not much ... but none the less makes me quite queasy.
Mumbai slice -- Ready Steady GO!
"Abbe andar aa na yaar!" was the irritated reply. Meet Sachchu, Gaurav Sachan. A cool looking chap, may be just passed college, wheatish, smart n fun loving, with his hindi I could guess this guy was a northie, with hindi as his mother tongue. "Main Gaurav, I am from IET Lucknow, aur tum?", "Main Vivek, MIT not Massachuttes" came a reply from me and I tried to give a nervous laugh which kinda made my roomie stare at me as if I was an exhibit in a zoo with a smelly cage. This kind of informal intro was quite soothing to my almost tensed nerves. After some customary niceties, I dropped my bags from my shoulders, which I did not realize till then were ...aching. I kind of made myself cozy in a corner in the main hall. After about 10 mins comes Gade, Sandeep Gade. Studious looking fair chap. Receding hairline did nothing to add any years to his young looks. He was probably as old as I was, may be less. More of a leader breed from BITS Pilani.
We had the usual hi hellos, now for the money part, I paid him 15 thousand and said I will pay him the rest in 2-3 days. I needed some cash to survive as well. He agreed.
The house? I can say nothing bad about it. I was my first house, which I ever stayed in all by myself! Independent. If I can, I might buy that house in the future. Sentimental? I sure am, about that place.
Okay, it was a single Bed room, White tiled house, a decent (empty may I add) kitchen and a spacious bedroom. "There would be a fight for bedroom so we thought of staying in the hall and use the bedroom as changing, luggage and sometimes for private conversation with the loved ones" ventured Gade with a sly grin. "Kitchen could be used as store room, for suitcases, bags etc". I was nodding like those dolls placed on the dashboard of a car. The toilets and bathrooms were clean .. very clean infact.
Rest of the day went in meeting their friends, Negi, Deepak, ruchi ( i think that was the name) and finally swetha ... another brain from BIT mesram. The food was the first morsel in solitude, well actually with the roomies and their friends. In a dhaba which gave yummy Aaloo Paratha + butter for 10 Bucks a piece. I still drool when I think about it. It became my daily hangout for the next 6 -7 months.
Now how do we sleep? That day we all slept on the floor.Next day Dad came and gave me some money and some clothes which I could not carry because of the weight also a new pair of black leather shoes for first day in the company.
"We have ordered mattress from the nearby mattress store, you could also order it". So I ordered a 6X4 Mattress with 7 Kg cotton, I expected a big fluffy mattress but what I got was quite the opposite a Goliath of a mattress which was just an inch or 2 thick. Yikes!!! It seems that the person who I gave the measurement was not skilled enough to know for 6X4 they needed 8-9 Kg cotton which could cost about 200Rs more, No way, I wouldnt pay more. so I settled for this ... extra large quilt of a mattress. By Monday I was happy as a lark, well settled and ready to take life into my hands. READY ... STEADY ... GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
We had the usual hi hellos, now for the money part, I paid him 15 thousand and said I will pay him the rest in 2-3 days. I needed some cash to survive as well. He agreed.
The house? I can say nothing bad about it. I was my first house, which I ever stayed in all by myself! Independent. If I can, I might buy that house in the future. Sentimental? I sure am, about that place.
Okay, it was a single Bed room, White tiled house, a decent (empty may I add) kitchen and a spacious bedroom. "There would be a fight for bedroom so we thought of staying in the hall and use the bedroom as changing, luggage and sometimes for private conversation with the loved ones" ventured Gade with a sly grin. "Kitchen could be used as store room, for suitcases, bags etc". I was nodding like those dolls placed on the dashboard of a car. The toilets and bathrooms were clean .. very clean infact.
Rest of the day went in meeting their friends, Negi, Deepak, ruchi ( i think that was the name) and finally swetha ... another brain from BIT mesram. The food was the first morsel in solitude, well actually with the roomies and their friends. In a dhaba which gave yummy Aaloo Paratha + butter for 10 Bucks a piece. I still drool when I think about it. It became my daily hangout for the next 6 -7 months.
Now how do we sleep? That day we all slept on the floor.Next day Dad came and gave me some money and some clothes which I could not carry because of the weight also a new pair of black leather shoes for first day in the company.
"We have ordered mattress from the nearby mattress store, you could also order it". So I ordered a 6X4 Mattress with 7 Kg cotton, I expected a big fluffy mattress but what I got was quite the opposite a Goliath of a mattress which was just an inch or 2 thick. Yikes!!! It seems that the person who I gave the measurement was not skilled enough to know for 6X4 they needed 8-9 Kg cotton which could cost about 200Rs more, No way, I wouldnt pay more. so I settled for this ... extra large quilt of a mattress. By Monday I was happy as a lark, well settled and ready to take life into my hands. READY ... STEADY ... GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Mumbai slice --- Am i disturbing you? PART2
After getting 3 more numbers from one of those guys I called , I got rejected by all the others, I had no other option, but call the 3 new numbers I had laid my hands on. One rejected ... and finally I had 2 numbers.
Both had this marketing pitch-> near to Borivili Office, Necessary items and mess near by and walking distance from Western Express highway, ample buses to Kandivili n Borivili Station.The only difference between them ? One was in Thakur complex and the other in Thakur village. People from Mumbai dont laugh at the thing I am going to say next. I dropped and thought that I will not call Thakur Village. why? who will go to a village in Mumbai :). I thought it was somewhere outside the city. Come to think of it how ignorant i was ... I finally called the guy whose address I had from Thakur complex and to my utter amazement he is ready to take me in.
But who will convince my mom ? She wants me to go check the place out and then decide (we were in Pune so I had the luxury to do that). Now papa n I were ready for the expedition. Not that I had any other option, but then what the heck ... mom said ... I had to abide. What was going through in my mind ? well ... to be frank, I have seen mumbai as a kid, the only think that struck me then were the cramped chawls and blank buildings almost in a crumbly state. I was expecting something like this. But then after reaching dadar and then taking a train to Kanidvili, we went to Thakur, n what I saw I can never forget. The feeling was better than sitting on a potty when you have had an urge to drop a shit n have not found a clean potty for hours. Believe me, it was a palace by my standards. I immediately agreed without seeing the interiors. Frankly I was scared, if I let go of this opportunity, my parents would send me to a PG with all snoopy uncle and aunty. I was not ready to go to a concentration camp AKA PG. So I give my new found roomies a call and finalize. I have to pay him 17000 Rs advance (51K in total for 3 of us) and 1700 Rent(5100 in total). Quite reasonable! Dad sees me happy does not day anything. All in all a satisfying day. Now what?
Nov14 2003 Mom had her customary sobbing and tears which are ever-ready to flow at the slightest instigation. Why? she was sending me to the war front or something like that. I was going to my karmabhoomi.
Bus Journey? was quite uneventful. Neeta volvo. As usual there wasa block near the sion - chembur road under the flyover (not that I could figure out then) n my anxiety rose. The only solace! Allah ke bande by Kailash kher from "Waisa bhi hota hai II" which was going to be released that week. Also, Dekh le from Mumnna bhai MBBS which was to be released later next week. I was quite anxious the entire journey and I was feeling like a girl going on her first date. Tense ? you bet! more like standing at the window waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. who was late! I was pestering my co passenger with a single question " are we there yet ?"who would have surely cursed me in under breath , but then I could not control. Finally as we neared Thakur .. he said with a satisfied and relieved look on his face, next Stop is where you get down. Yoohoo!! Honey I am home! I give my roomie a call, he says I am at a friends place, you proceed to the flat you will find your other roomie there.
Like little red robin hood in a Disney cartoon, I was galloping to the flat, About a Km from the place I got down from the bus. Tra lalla lalla lallaaaaa .... I reached Gokul Garden, 503. Knock knock ! "Darwaza khulla hai yaar" came a voice. I peeped in expecting to meet a senior looking chap, with just my head n peeking into the hall, i said, "Hi I am Vivek, Hope I am not DISTURBING you?"
Both had this marketing pitch-> near to Borivili Office, Necessary items and mess near by and walking distance from Western Express highway, ample buses to Kandivili n Borivili Station.The only difference between them ? One was in Thakur complex and the other in Thakur village. People from Mumbai dont laugh at the thing I am going to say next. I dropped and thought that I will not call Thakur Village. why? who will go to a village in Mumbai :). I thought it was somewhere outside the city. Come to think of it how ignorant i was ... I finally called the guy whose address I had from Thakur complex and to my utter amazement he is ready to take me in.
But who will convince my mom ? She wants me to go check the place out and then decide (we were in Pune so I had the luxury to do that). Now papa n I were ready for the expedition. Not that I had any other option, but then what the heck ... mom said ... I had to abide. What was going through in my mind ? well ... to be frank, I have seen mumbai as a kid, the only think that struck me then were the cramped chawls and blank buildings almost in a crumbly state. I was expecting something like this. But then after reaching dadar and then taking a train to Kanidvili, we went to Thakur, n what I saw I can never forget. The feeling was better than sitting on a potty when you have had an urge to drop a shit n have not found a clean potty for hours. Believe me, it was a palace by my standards. I immediately agreed without seeing the interiors. Frankly I was scared, if I let go of this opportunity, my parents would send me to a PG with all snoopy uncle and aunty. I was not ready to go to a concentration camp AKA PG. So I give my new found roomies a call and finalize. I have to pay him 17000 Rs advance (51K in total for 3 of us) and 1700 Rent(5100 in total). Quite reasonable! Dad sees me happy does not day anything. All in all a satisfying day. Now what?
Nov14 2003 Mom had her customary sobbing and tears which are ever-ready to flow at the slightest instigation. Why? she was sending me to the war front or something like that. I was going to my karmabhoomi.
Bus Journey? was quite uneventful. Neeta volvo. As usual there wasa block near the sion - chembur road under the flyover (not that I could figure out then) n my anxiety rose. The only solace! Allah ke bande by Kailash kher from "Waisa bhi hota hai II" which was going to be released that week. Also, Dekh le from Mumnna bhai MBBS which was to be released later next week. I was quite anxious the entire journey and I was feeling like a girl going on her first date. Tense ? you bet! more like standing at the window waiting for her boyfriend to arrive. who was late! I was pestering my co passenger with a single question " are we there yet ?"who would have surely cursed me in under breath , but then I could not control. Finally as we neared Thakur .. he said with a satisfied and relieved look on his face, next Stop is where you get down. Yoohoo!! Honey I am home! I give my roomie a call, he says I am at a friends place, you proceed to the flat you will find your other roomie there.
Like little red robin hood in a Disney cartoon, I was galloping to the flat, About a Km from the place I got down from the bus. Tra lalla lalla lallaaaaa .... I reached Gokul Garden, 503. Knock knock ! "Darwaza khulla hai yaar" came a voice. I peeped in expecting to meet a senior looking chap, with just my head n peeking into the hall, i said, "Hi I am Vivek, Hope I am not DISTURBING you?"
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