Behold year 2010

Another year gone by leaving behind the scam of the scamsters, the bum of PAM, the tiiter tatter of the Dolly “teri ma ki “ Bindra, the cham cham of the Munnis, the aila Sachin ki ailagiri, the magic of the Indian athletes, the filthy yet quite applaudable CWG, the Nitish kumar farting blatantly at the face of Lallu Prasad Yadav, the Hiss(not the pee wala hisss) of the Mallika, the Nityanand babas MMS(Maha maha scandal), the Sonia ki blu turbanwala turbanator doing a balle balle with some of the taap leaders of the world(Kyun ki OB mama ke G***d me fire brigade pani ke jaga mirchi powder daal diya tha), the Dabang gai of Salman(kamal karte ho Salman ji), the broad mouthed without any reason laughing Sonam and the Kingfisher coloured without any reason showing her abs Deepika gifting a pack of condoms to Ranbir, the mujhse shadi karogi Sania, the Tiger coming out of the Woods naked, the leaked cables of Wkileaks catapulting the world history and the list goes on and on but there are certain other things that gets repeated yr after year namely………………………………......

the losing streak of Sania Shoaib Mirza, the bhery bhery bad prOnauncciation of Phinance Meeneester Pronob babu, the Buddha-Mamta game of snake and ladders(legend has it that once Buddho went to the loo somewhere near Singur, Mamta just reached in time and cut short the water supply of the loo, her demand 600 acre do fir apna dho lo) , the Casual Rape in Delhi, the Maoist Marxist battle, the god only knows why he is acting Abhishek Bachan, the Ramgopal verma’s “only he watches” type films, Sonia’s Italian Hindi and of course the ever silent and accepting Mango People-----yes guys the Hum log. You do a rewind a fast fwd its all the same.

Mumbai Experience

Hi all , I guess after 8 long months I am writing in this space. Finally I did get a call from TCS and after 4 and half months of “bajao” ing sessions , which in corporate jargon is called Initial Learning Program (yes daddy I’ve learnt to talk in corporate terms) I am now in Mumbai the city of dreams.

The Mumbai experience had its ups and downs but finally “all izz well”. The first few months its been a battle , a battle to board the local trains, a battle to find a shelter.

To start with the local trains, a battle will be a demeaning word for , it is a war out there. You will be really lucky to plant both ur feet in the dashboard of the train, half the time u will be hanging by the ever busy handles of the local train which has a bird eye view of the entire situation . Getting down is another phase of the war . If u r lucky enough to be seated u have to leave this heavenly pleasure now at this moment to be able to get down after 2 stations . But u should always remember the enemy is always at the gates. There will be horrendous crowd of beasts trying to enter into the the train while u try to get out of iron box.

The city to be frank has nothing in common with the slow paced lyf of Kolkata but somewhere u find a connection , u can feel to be part of this frenzy crowd. Every now and then u will come across bhaiya-bhoomi putra politics, blabbering MNS, agile dabbawalas, animated wada paws, crater like potholes, poker faced Sharad Pawar and the list goes on and on but with the time u will learn to enjoy these things.

The city is mad, mad about its own existence and this whole experience is somewhat maddening.

back home i was so certain
the path was very clear
but now i have to wonder: “what are we doing here?”
I'm not counting on tomorrow
and i can't tell wrong from right
but i'd give anything to be there in your arms tonight

----------Eagles (Long Road out of Eden)

Life's pretty boring....

Gone are those haydays of life when, my life is more like an old rolce royce car which has the glamour and gusto of a massive brand name but the years of wear and tear has given it a vintage tagname to it.
To start with i'm an erstwhile student of the "SHAHRUK KHAN" of govt engineering colleges the "NIT DURGAPUR" if we consider IIT's as the "BAAP of junior BACHAAN".
College days are over and now i'm sitting at home doing nothing except aloughing my fingers to do a celebrated "MOONWALK" on the keyboard. Quintessentially i'm a an explorer. Nowadays i'm exploring for an island where there are plenty of jobs for a fresher and yes with a fat sum included or else who would pay for my booze!!!!!.
What the hell am I talking!!!!!!! A fat sum in a recession market. Whoa man I must be kidding.. As my father would say "son a beggar cannot be demanding", true old man you r true but if the beggar is a IT geek then he will first enquire about ur status , whether u r capable of being his benefactor. What IT has done is that it has brought the great american dream to the doorsteps of the common Indian family. Money money and more money.
IT for some years had enjoyed it's share of fame and recognition. Every 4 out of 5 student passing out of the school would have liked to be a computer engineer or any degree related to computer. The situation was such that a newborn would first say "iteee" before saying "mummeee". I too was the follower of such a movement which eventually has landed me in this mess. Do i regret for this??? Nope baby. Like all great movements this is also going through a bad patch. Even the great CPM is going thru a rough phase. "The PHOENIX will rise again and conqueer the world " and as the transformers say "the fallen would rise and this time with far more vengeance" . Hoping for the best.

I've been to the edge
And i've thrown the boquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting
room wasting my time
And waiting for judgement day.

                -GREEN DAY(21st century breakdown)