You accost any one : from the rustic Pan-wallah to the suave McDonald's personnnel, almost everyone comes out with this banality when the time comes to foot the bill:
"CHANGE PLEASE ?"
This only vindicates the cliched statement by Einstein (if i'm not wrong) : "CHANGE is the ONLY CONSTANT!"..You go to any shop (CHANGE)...you get the same RESPONSE (A CONSTANT)..It's more like a CAUSE=>EFFECT scenario...
I guess it's high time that the Government came out with the innovative concept of PLASTIC MONEY....
For the time being - where on EARTH does this CHANGE (chutte , in Hindi ) go ? Any ideas ? Tough nut to crack...!!!
( :
Friday, August 31, 2007
FACE ON THE.... ( :
TRY THIS : Next time when you are in a lift (ofcourse - inside a condominium) :
1) Randomly pick any funny/wierd/sober face.
2) GAWK at the chosen face (from step 1) CONTINUOUSLY...
3) ENJOY THE "UPSHOT" THAT ENSUES !!! ( :
CAVEAT : Avoid Girls !
1) Randomly pick any funny/wierd/sober face.
2) GAWK at the chosen face (from step 1) CONTINUOUSLY...
3) ENJOY THE "UPSHOT" THAT ENSUES !!! ( :
CAVEAT : Avoid Girls !
Shrouded with Dissolution ?
One of the business owner's (in my IT project) email signature goes like this:
"Do you REALLY need to print this ? "
When I first bumped into this weird signature, I got bemused with its naivety. But then (I don't know how) I got ENAMOURED with it (when I got the OBSCURE meaning behind it) and did this : I took a blank paper and wrote this with pen:
"Do I REALLY need to take a PRINT-OUT of this ? - Mukul Pandey" - No marks for guessing : I put this paper on my cubicle in office !
A few days ago, one of my roommate insisted on sleeping on HIS MATTRESS rather than MY MATTRESS (as that day I was sleeping on HIS MATTRESS). I couldn't get him and upon inquiry he QUIPPED : "Your MATTRESS is NOT shrouded with BED SHEET...I can't stand this even for a single day !!!"
Just one question (to all) :
"DO YOU REALLY NEED TO HAVE THAT ?"
( :
"Do you REALLY need to print this ? "
When I first bumped into this weird signature, I got bemused with its naivety. But then (I don't know how) I got ENAMOURED with it (when I got the OBSCURE meaning behind it) and did this : I took a blank paper and wrote this with pen:
"Do I REALLY need to take a PRINT-OUT of this ? - Mukul Pandey" - No marks for guessing : I put this paper on my cubicle in office !
A few days ago, one of my roommate insisted on sleeping on HIS MATTRESS rather than MY MATTRESS (as that day I was sleeping on HIS MATTRESS). I couldn't get him and upon inquiry he QUIPPED : "Your MATTRESS is NOT shrouded with BED SHEET...I can't stand this even for a single day !!!"
Just one question (to all) :
"DO YOU REALLY NEED TO HAVE THAT ?"
( :
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
ORKUT TESTIMONIAL !
After having written a testimonial for one of my friends on Orkut, I found it so fascinating that I couldn't resist the naive temptation to put it here :
Here's MY perception about her :
1) Quite precocious....Ever ready to give righteous yet plausible advices to friends, her matured pate is like a "MS SQL COMMAND INTERPRETER"...Type-in any of your QUERY and press ENTER...BINGO !
2) Indomitable spirit...This, I guess, is the "silver lining" about her personality - she loves to fight adversaries and takes challenges head-on with a veneer of smile on countenance !
3) Quite Humble...I have'nt ever seen her bragging about herself...atleast till now.. ( :
4) Impassioned about MUSIC, WORDS, CHOCOLATES and "PIZZA" - maybe it's high time that "PIZZA-HUT" ppl STOPPED their eternal "HUNT"... ( :
5) Ah yes - all of my aforesaid findings follow the famous "80:20 priciple". Perhaps 80% of my observations came from just 20% of actual results...(no offence intended plz) ( :
Here's MY perception about her :
1) Quite precocious....Ever ready to give righteous yet plausible advices to friends, her matured pate is like a "MS SQL COMMAND INTERPRETER"...Type-in any of your QUERY and press ENTER...BINGO !
2) Indomitable spirit...This, I guess, is the "silver lining" about her personality - she loves to fight adversaries and takes challenges head-on with a veneer of smile on countenance !
3) Quite Humble...I have'nt ever seen her bragging about herself...atleast till now.. ( :
4) Impassioned about MUSIC, WORDS, CHOCOLATES and "PIZZA" - maybe it's high time that "PIZZA-HUT" ppl STOPPED their eternal "HUNT"... ( :
5) Ah yes - all of my aforesaid findings follow the famous "80:20 priciple". Perhaps 80% of my observations came from just 20% of actual results...(no offence intended plz) ( :
RIPLEY'S BELIEVE IT OR NOT !!!
After (SOMEHOW) watching the movie "PARTNER" starring Govinda and Salman Khan, my eyes chanced upon this comment by one of the viewers as a part of movie review in TOI:
"Although the STORY is very GOOD, the MUSIC is not SO GOOD !!!"
I found the comment whacky, until few weeks later : PARTNER was DECLARED A SUPER HIT FLICK !!!
I'm still scouring for that guy to ask him about the essence of the STORY...My quest continues even today... ( :
"Although the STORY is very GOOD, the MUSIC is not SO GOOD !!!"
I found the comment whacky, until few weeks later : PARTNER was DECLARED A SUPER HIT FLICK !!!
I'm still scouring for that guy to ask him about the essence of the STORY...My quest continues even today... ( :
Monday, August 20, 2007
The End of an Infinity !!!
"Mujhe Infinity tak le chalo"(take me to Infinity), I said to the Rikshawpuller as I got down the bus at DLF in Gurgaon. It was 7th of Sept 2006, my first day at GESBI on the 12th floor of Infinity Tower C at DLF Cyber City in Gurgaon. After that day, I have travelled about 45 Kms one way everyday for some 80 days, from Noida in UP through Delhi to Gurgaon in Haryana. Thus I've literally travelled to infinity, and now when I've come back from Infinity, I sit back in retrospection, trying to figure out if it's the beginning or the end of a journey to infinity.
My journey to Infinity started with a major change in my life. I had to start my day quite early in order to catch the GE bus ( a typically red 'CITY LIFE' bus numbered 6438, popularly known as 'Lalpari' (fairy in red)) and hence I started getting up as early as 5:30 AM, first time ever in the past five years. Fortunately for me, the bus had a trend of tuning to some FM station. In fact, my decision to commute from Noida and not to shift to Gurgaon was highly influenced by this. I really loved listening to great Hindi music in the cool mornings, while observing the beginning of morning life in the city. Having understood the fact that life is embellished by the happiness gathered in bits and pieces, I made every efforts to garner as much as I could. And today, I have reasons galore to be happy.
The day at Infinity started with a rush in the lift every morning. And the next step would be to be questioned by the security at the entrance "sir aap ki access card" (Sir, your access card please!).Initially I didn't bother about having an access card. Later, I requested for one but never got issued. Consequently, n number of times have I written my name down at the entrance, and answered uncountable times " mere paas nahi hai" ( i don't have one).
I would be incomplete at Infinity, had there not been Sameer Boxi. After my two months' interaction with him, I found that a character only imagined by great authors in the best of their works, even existed. It might be my sole interpretation, and highly biased because of the visible and invisible affinity I grew towards him through time, but I found in him a similar character personified. I have millions to learn from him, beyond just the SELECT statements, or which table existed in which database, or what the username and password to a certain server is. I understand that life is not just Poblog Tickets. The big truth is, one must try to get what he likes or else he has to like what he gets. We don't always get what we want. But one must learn to live with what he has, and with happiness, patiently waiting for the D-Day to come when judgement is done in one's favor. A belief that the day comes keeps us going. Sameer has been a great Guru of my corporate life. I've learnt how to laugh at all the troubles I have, and realized that they vanish the next moment.
Day began as I logged into the Poblog-a problem tracking tool. After that, its all tickets, and tickets and more tickets. At the end of the day, you are just a SELECT somebody FROM yourself WHERE everything is NULL.
And then there would be a missed call from Ruchi or Mukul or Eddie, or some or all of them. And it would require a few more missed calls before I managed to lock my PC and go for the breakfast (as if a busy person, but still playing with some basic data queries). A cup of lemon tea and a veg-sandwich in the cafe of the 11th floor marked the beginning of yet another weekday. Few minutes of fun, few SMS jokes, few Shayaris, few songs, few stories on NIT engineering life and that's it. The rest of the day is all about confronting the monitor and banging on the keyboard.
Few more missed calls at the time of the lunch, few minutes of standing in the queue, the 25 Rupee coupon, Rice, a Dal, a Subzi and two Chapatis!!! Oh, what a routine, what a corporate life we've opted for. May be life is as scheduled elsewhere as well. May be its me who is supposed to add variation to the routine I follow. May be, well not just may be but in fact, its me who decides how I want my life to go on. I obviously can't change the world, but I can always change myself, or at least the way I look at it.But, beyond the philosophy, at the core of reality, life is still a routine. A cup of milk-tea in the evening (except for the days when tickets keep you tied on your seat), and twelve floors down on foot (as if lifts were 'one way'), and finally a sigh of relief " Aaj to nikal gaya" (Thanks!! a day is over!!). Five such days and a longer sigh "Thank God Its Friday!".
We have been dragging our lives each day, all our life, at the time when we should have been flying by our wings!!
And suddenly I realize that there is no more Ruchi in life. There's no Mukul, no Eddie nor Ranjan. Its said, "to meet and to part is the way of life, to part and to meet is the hope of life". But how unfortunate it is that people finally turn into emails, scraps and messages. They don't exist anymore. And they are missed forever. There's no more discussion on sketches with Ruchi, no more exhibiting each other's sketch books. No more close company. No more outings...!!
There are no more lectures on Patriotism, Lucknow or Lajpat Nagar. Now that there's no Mukul, there's no more asking about Urdu or Hindi jargon.
No more complaints on projects or systems. Eddie, who could never learn Hindi in all these years, will not be there anymore to complain about 'everybody speaking Hindi'. No more struts, no tech-discussions, no going down during lunch break, no waiting for Mukul till he brings his stuff from the room for his weekend trip to Lajpat Nagar or Gaziabad.
And the person who turned up late, with an entry as that of a Hindi Film when everybody says "Aap ki hi kami thi" ( you were the one missing). Now no more Cancerians, Saggitarians, Librans or Pieceans, no more 12th Jan, 8th Nov or 27th March. Stars couldn't help, the planets couldn't manage, the people are no more people, they are just electrons flowing in the wires, waves propagating in the free space. No more discussions over Shef Ali Khan or Tom Hanks, no Bob Dylon, no Mirza Galib.
No more 'you must complete it today, i don't know how' form Srikanth, no more tickets from Richa Arora, no more request from Malarvani that the data is required in priority. Now I understand the perishable nature of life. Everything just vanishes. Life is like that magician who creates rabbit out of an empty hat and hides it into nowhere.. There was no rabbit and there is no rabbit. The moment we shared together, had a good time, was the time when the magician created the rabbit.Life is just an illusion of snake in a rope.
I tried my best to give my 100%, but as an Electronics Engineer, I never could. I have always dreamt of working in chip designing and becoming a research scientist. Contradictorily, I came to work everyday with pending tickets welcoming me. Someday, I finally decided to change the content of my life just like the 'beeper process' page, which when refreshed always has something new to attend to. I just decided to quit, in order to start off yet another journey. I understand that journeys aren't always fun. I can foresee the obstacles. But I choose to face them. What is life, without challenges???
Life would still go on, with or without Ruchi, Mukul, Eddie or Ranjan. Had I never seen Sameer, life would have still been running. But the fact that I had their company for a period of time has changed the person I am, for the rest of my life. At some point of time, I sit back to think and find that these people are missed so much. Oh goodness, the beauty of life!!!!
On my last day at Infinity, Mukul kept on repeating "yeh tera aakhiri din hai"(this is your last day), or "yeh tera aakhiri chai hai" (this is your last cup of tea). Ironically, there's nothing like " Aakhiri" (end) in life. I believe life is either the beginning of something new or the continuation of something old. Its not the end but the beginning of yet another journey to infinity.
I know there is no end to infinity.
PS. I mentioned singing for 100 times (literally) and nobody (Ruchi, Mukul) bothered. Grrrrrrr....!!!
- Bipul Luitel (A friend).
Here's the original source: http://gobipul.com/article_en1.aspx
My journey to Infinity started with a major change in my life. I had to start my day quite early in order to catch the GE bus ( a typically red 'CITY LIFE' bus numbered 6438, popularly known as 'Lalpari' (fairy in red)) and hence I started getting up as early as 5:30 AM, first time ever in the past five years. Fortunately for me, the bus had a trend of tuning to some FM station. In fact, my decision to commute from Noida and not to shift to Gurgaon was highly influenced by this. I really loved listening to great Hindi music in the cool mornings, while observing the beginning of morning life in the city. Having understood the fact that life is embellished by the happiness gathered in bits and pieces, I made every efforts to garner as much as I could. And today, I have reasons galore to be happy.
The day at Infinity started with a rush in the lift every morning. And the next step would be to be questioned by the security at the entrance "sir aap ki access card" (Sir, your access card please!).Initially I didn't bother about having an access card. Later, I requested for one but never got issued. Consequently, n number of times have I written my name down at the entrance, and answered uncountable times " mere paas nahi hai" ( i don't have one).
I would be incomplete at Infinity, had there not been Sameer Boxi. After my two months' interaction with him, I found that a character only imagined by great authors in the best of their works, even existed. It might be my sole interpretation, and highly biased because of the visible and invisible affinity I grew towards him through time, but I found in him a similar character personified. I have millions to learn from him, beyond just the SELECT statements, or which table existed in which database, or what the username and password to a certain server is. I understand that life is not just Poblog Tickets. The big truth is, one must try to get what he likes or else he has to like what he gets. We don't always get what we want. But one must learn to live with what he has, and with happiness, patiently waiting for the D-Day to come when judgement is done in one's favor. A belief that the day comes keeps us going. Sameer has been a great Guru of my corporate life. I've learnt how to laugh at all the troubles I have, and realized that they vanish the next moment.
Day began as I logged into the Poblog-a problem tracking tool. After that, its all tickets, and tickets and more tickets. At the end of the day, you are just a SELECT somebody FROM yourself WHERE everything is NULL.
And then there would be a missed call from Ruchi or Mukul or Eddie, or some or all of them. And it would require a few more missed calls before I managed to lock my PC and go for the breakfast (as if a busy person, but still playing with some basic data queries). A cup of lemon tea and a veg-sandwich in the cafe of the 11th floor marked the beginning of yet another weekday. Few minutes of fun, few SMS jokes, few Shayaris, few songs, few stories on NIT engineering life and that's it. The rest of the day is all about confronting the monitor and banging on the keyboard.
Few more missed calls at the time of the lunch, few minutes of standing in the queue, the 25 Rupee coupon, Rice, a Dal, a Subzi and two Chapatis!!! Oh, what a routine, what a corporate life we've opted for. May be life is as scheduled elsewhere as well. May be its me who is supposed to add variation to the routine I follow. May be, well not just may be but in fact, its me who decides how I want my life to go on. I obviously can't change the world, but I can always change myself, or at least the way I look at it.But, beyond the philosophy, at the core of reality, life is still a routine. A cup of milk-tea in the evening (except for the days when tickets keep you tied on your seat), and twelve floors down on foot (as if lifts were 'one way'), and finally a sigh of relief " Aaj to nikal gaya" (Thanks!! a day is over!!). Five such days and a longer sigh "Thank God Its Friday!".
We have been dragging our lives each day, all our life, at the time when we should have been flying by our wings!!
And suddenly I realize that there is no more Ruchi in life. There's no Mukul, no Eddie nor Ranjan. Its said, "to meet and to part is the way of life, to part and to meet is the hope of life". But how unfortunate it is that people finally turn into emails, scraps and messages. They don't exist anymore. And they are missed forever. There's no more discussion on sketches with Ruchi, no more exhibiting each other's sketch books. No more close company. No more outings...!!
There are no more lectures on Patriotism, Lucknow or Lajpat Nagar. Now that there's no Mukul, there's no more asking about Urdu or Hindi jargon.
No more complaints on projects or systems. Eddie, who could never learn Hindi in all these years, will not be there anymore to complain about 'everybody speaking Hindi'. No more struts, no tech-discussions, no going down during lunch break, no waiting for Mukul till he brings his stuff from the room for his weekend trip to Lajpat Nagar or Gaziabad.
And the person who turned up late, with an entry as that of a Hindi Film when everybody says "Aap ki hi kami thi" ( you were the one missing). Now no more Cancerians, Saggitarians, Librans or Pieceans, no more 12th Jan, 8th Nov or 27th March. Stars couldn't help, the planets couldn't manage, the people are no more people, they are just electrons flowing in the wires, waves propagating in the free space. No more discussions over Shef Ali Khan or Tom Hanks, no Bob Dylon, no Mirza Galib.
No more 'you must complete it today, i don't know how' form Srikanth, no more tickets from Richa Arora, no more request from Malarvani that the data is required in priority. Now I understand the perishable nature of life. Everything just vanishes. Life is like that magician who creates rabbit out of an empty hat and hides it into nowhere.. There was no rabbit and there is no rabbit. The moment we shared together, had a good time, was the time when the magician created the rabbit.Life is just an illusion of snake in a rope.
I tried my best to give my 100%, but as an Electronics Engineer, I never could. I have always dreamt of working in chip designing and becoming a research scientist. Contradictorily, I came to work everyday with pending tickets welcoming me. Someday, I finally decided to change the content of my life just like the 'beeper process' page, which when refreshed always has something new to attend to. I just decided to quit, in order to start off yet another journey. I understand that journeys aren't always fun. I can foresee the obstacles. But I choose to face them. What is life, without challenges???
Life would still go on, with or without Ruchi, Mukul, Eddie or Ranjan. Had I never seen Sameer, life would have still been running. But the fact that I had their company for a period of time has changed the person I am, for the rest of my life. At some point of time, I sit back to think and find that these people are missed so much. Oh goodness, the beauty of life!!!!
On my last day at Infinity, Mukul kept on repeating "yeh tera aakhiri din hai"(this is your last day), or "yeh tera aakhiri chai hai" (this is your last cup of tea). Ironically, there's nothing like " Aakhiri" (end) in life. I believe life is either the beginning of something new or the continuation of something old. Its not the end but the beginning of yet another journey to infinity.
I know there is no end to infinity.
PS. I mentioned singing for 100 times (literally) and nobody (Ruchi, Mukul) bothered. Grrrrrrr....!!!
- Bipul Luitel (A friend).
Here's the original source: http://gobipul.com/article_en1.aspx
LIFE !!!
A human is born to complete a cycle of his own
A young child is born on the earth at noon .
He opens his eyes and cries over his existence ,
or he is so happy to face the suspense ?
A situation waiting for him to grow old ,
to weaken a person even though bold .
Through this stage the parents will be there for the child's support
and make sure that they turn his tears to laughter and also maintain a report
of his needs that can be or cannot be fulfilled .
Now you will see the life change colours gradually ,
Once a small innocent person now will talk diplomatically .
A person who knew that he was born all alone ,
Now tries to find a person to call his own.
A person to give him support during good or bad,
A person to be at their best when you are sad.
A person to give you all his attention or someone to be your friend.
And when a close one is far away from you,
You try to get too close to the person or too far away .
For such people who are close to your soul are hard to forget,
And all you can do is feel empty and regret,
The absence of them in this world full of humans.
These situations arise inspite of us knowing the fact
That we will die alone ,without any support to face the act.
Once you are gone ,everyone tries to retain your memory
For some these are painful to forget for others it is easy
You struggle your life to become the best ones
So that you are cherished in someone's life once
That is what i believe is the life's cycle
In which even I have been stuck and I try to break the chain
But when I try I have nothing but sorrows to gain .
- Manisha Kalia (A friend)
COLOUR INSIDE !!!
Recently, I went with of my friends to Shipra Mall as he wanted to buy a pair of Jockey underwear. After struggling for minutes and scouring through piles of all kind of underwears there he finally got HIS SIZE and the ECONOMY pack of Jockey underwears that he was CRAVING for...But alas he still didn't BUY those...Reason:
"Yaar I don't LIKE the COLOUR of these underwears..Although the PRICE, BRAND and SIZE are fine !!!"
I just said to myself : " Does the COLOUR INSIDE really matters ???"
( :
"Yaar I don't LIKE the COLOUR of these underwears..Although the PRICE, BRAND and SIZE are fine !!!"
I just said to myself : " Does the COLOUR INSIDE really matters ???"
( :
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Days of nullibicity
Days of nullibicity
Reading something everyday
To fulfill my inner quest
Thinking what I lack
When I possess everything
I ever cared about
Confusions soaking my mind
And every inch of me…
Drowning with it
Waking everyday with thoughts
Of what to do next
Shaken my existence
My presence on this poor soil
Regretting on what I could
Have done...
Is my daily deed
Burning within me
As a gleed
Keeping the spirits high
Dunno where to fly
To reach for ‘the’ star
Even if it seems so far….so far.
-Rashmi Kanchan Tete (A Friend)
Here's her blog: http://i-scabbing-me.blogspot.com/
Reading something everyday
To fulfill my inner quest
Thinking what I lack
When I possess everything
I ever cared about
Confusions soaking my mind
And every inch of me…
Drowning with it
Waking everyday with thoughts
Of what to do next
Shaken my existence
My presence on this poor soil
Regretting on what I could
Have done...
Is my daily deed
Burning within me
As a gleed
Keeping the spirits high
Dunno where to fly
To reach for ‘the’ star
Even if it seems so far….so far.
-Rashmi Kanchan Tete (A Friend)
Here's her blog: http://i-scabbing-me.blogspot.com/
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