Diwali Greetings...

On a bright Sunday noon, sitting in front of the hotel room windowpane, gazing at the cars passby on a flat right-flanked road, I am thrumming my body to Geri halliwels classic “its raining men”, albeit it aint raining outside. Peculiar environment, as it rains all through the last quarter of the year here. On this sunny Sunday noon, how I wish I was standing on the top floor of the Eiffel Towers, gazing at the romantic city of Paris and pose a stretched-arm Titanic like posture. Now, if Tommy of the Tom-Dick-Harry fame can propose his Katie on the towers, why cant I get myself in Titanic posture whilst the absence of my beau. Now enough pakku, let me come out of my woolgathering.

After a tight week at work, this weekend is a real welcome break. This weekend too, we could not go out, due to our poor planning acumen. Now, I should hire a personal assistant (female blonde to the least), who could arrange for a proper weekend outing, atleast when I am onsite. Hope my manager is listening. So, the month of October is almost through. Month of October has always been etched into my memoirs, specifically bcoz this month gives me 2 bdays to celebrate in my family. Whenever my elders get the New Year calendar, first thing I used to do was check the day of 28. 28th of the year 2005, fell on Friday, I was very elated, feeling that I could enjoy a long weekend with my birthday bash. During my stint at AESPL, birthdays were always been freak-out day. Sign-in late to office, talk to junta around, lots of leg-pulling, followed by a long lunch party, added to that early sign-off from the office. My manager was atleast very bounteous (as she was always) on that day and I could put in 8 hrs on my timesheet. Hope SL is not listening.

Away from my home, I “celebrated” my 25th birthday in my life. Birthdays were always been a low-key affair, when it came to partying. But for the past 5-6 yrs, my parents made it a point to kindly yell at us - pakku you are growing up, be more responsible and stand on your own feet. Pops, here I am standing on my feet. Right from my engineering days, friends have always made this day a special one. At the end of every evening on this day, I would praise myself that I escaped from the “Hit-his-butt-hard” bday programs. Given a chance, I always made it a point to hit the bday boys’ butt hard :D.

Close-In friends have always given rich memories to cherish for lifetime. Every year, I have been bestowed with wonderful surprises. How I wish, the globe rotated 365 times faster. Ok I can wait a day more on leap years . My 25th year in office has been an interesting set of events. I made 2 hops professionally; rather I was pushed to, and somehow landed up in an interesting place. This year has taught me a lot in terms of emotions and professionally, I can carry a lot of goodies on my bag pack. I have made few decisions which were rather taken hastily, few worthwhile, most of them leading forward. Now, it’s a short time to assess on my prior decisions, but I foresee myself going on a path which is atleast not leading to vacuum. Year also embarked me with a second onsite trip, which I always yearned for. Somehow, after my joyous successful first onsite to the US of A, I had gone crazy about onsite trips. But after this trip, I don’t think my thoughts would be on the same plate.

Most of the days in the year were turbulent in person-person relations. Relations passing through tough phases at varying wavelengths. Unfortunately, majority of the time it was on the third quadrant. Nonetheless, none of them led to sign-off days. Patience and endurance does pay in relations. For all u know, relations are carefully tailored stitch-by-stitch not to break-out on a stormy dusty day. Seriously hope that the dirt has flown through the time, although there are still some vestiges to be casted away.

After all the hoopla about this special day, the day rather turned out to be a drably painted sculpture. Those moments, where people used to throng to your desk, was missing. On the contrary, in this orange land, none of them knew that it was my day. Now, I can’t expect everyone to know my bday, I aint a Thalaivar or Shahrukh. But, ardent fans of Julia Roberts would know what Oct 28 is ;). Mom, dad, my brothers, atthige gave in the best wishes, which made the phone bill counter go to 3 digits. How could my lone sis not wish her naughtiest brother? Unfortunately, ushaz two naughty kids were playing with their GF in the playground when I called..lol and couldn’t feel their tender voice. My pant-dostzz :D did gift me those wonderful e-greeting, which was the best I could expect in this phoren-land. Thanks guys, those heartfelt wonderfully etched words did make my bday moments. Now since I have thanked you so much, I know you guys are so affectionately-beloved anatomical frames that you would surely forget my birthday party/bash. Mails from my closest friends were really enthralling.

Day also gave me a few surprise mails from the people, I never expected. Thanks to you people for all those goodie goodie words. Now, I got almost everything in the store, why the heck in this world I am rating this day as a “Not-again” days. Still, at the end of the day, there was a void. Was it because I did not watch Squadron Leader Veer romancing Zaara Ayahath Khan, as per the kind advice. Hope it is filled at the earliest. 50% remaining… 25%.... 1%... Completely filled up …….streets the place to go..bcoz tonight for the first time.. Just about half –past ten, for the first time in the history..its gotto stop raining men.. Its raining men.. haallooleeee..its raining men

When I read thru the “long-weekend” mail, from my HR, felt very nostalgic. Now, I don’t looovee to be out of my work for long days. I hate Long weekends.. I hate long weekends Mondays are my loveliest day in office ;)

Flash news: Since our mega kothi, is embarking on her first ascent to the abode of Lord Venkateshwara, my heartfelt wishes to her.

To all desi jantaa.. Have a nice long weekend. Happy Diwali. Have loads of sweet. Enjoii maadii

.... 2 people who are always with you

Listening to old movie songs, reminisces when our sweet home did not have a cable connection. I always used to wait till Wed 8pm-Chitrahaar, every week, so that I could get a chance to view the “latest” hindi chartbusters. Sometimes I was deprived of this too, thanks to power –cuts by KEB. I used to watch the trailors of SRK starrers which was being aired on DD-2 with such enthu, that my elder sister used to chide “pakku, don’t get INTO the TV”…with a background voice, switch off the TV from my sweet mom..

My parents always used to think that getting a cable connection at home, only would make things worse when it came to my studies. Now that I was the only left to get my elementary schooling done, as my elders were through with their colleging too…Me being the last “Kohinoor” in the family, had to deliver the goods when it came to academics. My parents always felt I spent time loitering and playing gully cricket, than putting my “smart” brain into getting good results. Although I wasn’t so bad at studies, but my parents always felt I was carried away with playing cricket. As I was pretty good in gully cricket, jantaa always used to come near my home compound and communicate signals.. 3 huge footsteps meant come at the earliest, moron, a cycle bell meant cum to a diff ground near basaveshwaranagar… v had already started with Cryptography. Worst thing to happen would be that the notation being decrypted by my mom. She promptly used to take me to some grocery store and used to tell about how to buy a potato. Lol.. So that I cud not waste hours in playing cricket. Still, I always used to top in the class till X. This always used to give me an opportunity to play an extra hour at my school grounds, since I had the report card in my hand. Incidentally, our class was the best in the school, in playing short-pitch cricket and unfortunately I was only a shadow to our kaptaan.

Now, here am with a Bachelors degree, in a so called elite branch of computer Science, “flexing” muscles with the keypads. I need to walk back nearly 20 mins from my office to rly station at Eindhoven. Me being penchant about cute chubby kids, always keep an eye on the kids playing in the ground passing by. After my Engineering, I always used to yearn for the amount of fun I had when I was in my teens. Always trying to find some reasons to get out of home and keep on playing in the ground, till the lights shade. Never even gave my single listening organ to my parents words, I was always on my own. This always entertained huge red eyes from my dad. I used to goto my mom to find a warm shelter, away from those loud words. Not always though, if not my parents, I always had my sister who could defend me when it came to my academics.

Sometimes I feel if my parents were not so “caring”, what would I be now. Certainly not a cricketer though. Although I used to make antics about my parents in my childhood, I always felt that they are the ones whom I could look upto, when I am in trouble and happiness. How can I forget the words of advise from my dad, when I could not get a good rank in my CET, my mom coming to my bed every midnight to see if the blanket was fine on my body frame, her warm scolding “pakku.. drink the horlicks and then go out”, her long pooja whenever I had an exam- however small a Class Internals it used to be, her yearning to see-me off for every exams, her packaging of the warm boiled water bottle that I did not entertain a infection drinking tap-waters. My elder brothers always used to envy that I got the biggest pie when it came to my moms warmth . Yes I always did, I also made sure that I was her best betaaa.

Whenever I see my cousins showing disrespect to their parents, I make it a point that they understand what it is all to be a good son/daughter. Because those are the 2 people, whom who can look upto when ever you want to, they only make things better with their selfless love, unending warmth, zealous care and wat not.

Being away, from my parents always taught me few lessons, esp when I was doing my engineering. First time I realized, the “nalapaaka” of my moms food, her mild touch on my head(which only made my hair-style worse), her yearning to wash/press my loving clothes, the 101% filled cup of pure nandini pasteurized milk, her desire to me having more and more food, dads scoldings, small fights with my dad. Now that I am a grown-up kid,(though mommy dear still feels kii she has to oil my hairs), I want to always keep my parents happy. I seriously hope that any act/desire would not let them down in any way. This thought also made me fearful in converting my lonely crush to a full-fledged relationship to beheld within this tiny heart of myn and drench it away through my intestinal tracts. I do not regret my act, anyways I was not even confident that I could pataafy “her”.

As I stare in front of my lappie in this phoren land of Europe, I feel I should enjoy those million small things which always make you feel nostalgic when you are away from your home. Now that doesn’t mean I am my mommas kid. But, truly I am their loveliest last kid. Though I have ample desires to be on an onsite trip and make it real big in my foray into this industry, I would always yearn to make my parents feel proud. More than the Euros I am being paid here, the warmth/care with which I would be seen off from my home, moms blessed “SriGandha” on my forehead would matter a lot. Hope, I get back home with all that had to be achieved in this short span here at Nederlands. Still a long time to taste my moms sambar 

Current Affairs : SV is flying today to US of A. His long cherished dream is coming true today. Hope he comes out with all the flying colors and is a grand career success. SV, hope you get back with the United Colors of Benetton.. Yankie SV… yo mann yooo…you can do that.

Hope S gets all of her pre travel work right in her final week(for 2005) in India. Happy Shopping...

Adios & amigos

Take it Easy !!

Went thru this naughty stuff while surfing the net and my attempt todo it here in my blogspace...



One of my dear buddy, had sent this snap to us amidst his stay in Hong Kong. Any "eligible", "glam" doll please take notice of this and get in action(bail him out of that bars). Meet gaja - single,"virgin",joyful,healthy bank-balance,ready to be grabbed.

Profile as we all in p3a know about this frame of 5'9" :

Name : Anil Kumar Ranganathan ( too big.. so u can call him Gaja)
Age : 25
Sex : Guess
Fathers Name : Irrelevant
Company : who cares until the bank balance keeps on increasing!!
Marital Status : Despo
Weight : As per the Doc..tending towards "tooo much"..
Complexion : indian goraaa
Personality : Subject to change when he sees gals

Lifestyle :
peena : sirf paani
sonaa : akhele apne bistar par
khana : shaakhaharii
dhoompaan : o2 IN.. CO2 OUT
Hobbies : ogling at gals

Wifestyle : any"one"

Fav Quote : "Take it Easy"

Fav Topics : Magic of keeping in "touch" with opposite gender.

*Understanding of the profile at the discretioin of reader's wits.
** Those interested, please contact SV (Next feature)

enzoiii....

Self-Analysis

Had a self-analysis test, thru one of the links sent by my friend...how far is this true :-?

You are a person who is willing to share.
Any friends that came along, you will accept and trust them completely.
What you want in your life is half fullfilled.
You are strong in your life.
You have high sex drive.
You have only one good friend in your life.
Your last relationship is not a good one and is not memorable to you.
Even when your partner is around you, you will flirt around with others.
You have an average ego.
A humble personality is in you.
You get average bond with your friends.
Your partner is only average in your heart.
Your partner is a very homely and humble person.
You seek your partner whenever you are met with problems.

adios & amigos