Off late, I've begun to dread weekends. Heck - I wouldn't even hesitate to call it a "Pain-In-The-Arse".
I'm not joking. All I do during weekends is just pace up and down wondering what to do.
I'd have gone out for a road trip - but that's not so much fun without company.
I'd booze myself senseless - but even that gets boring after a while.
I'd play some computer game - but I'm renowned to have the attention span of a teaspoon, and so, I get bored with that too.
To cut a long story short - All I do during weekends is wait for Monday to happen - just so that I can get back to work. And No - Its not cause I looooooooooooooove my job a lot (Trust me - I don't!). It's just that - when I'm at work - I have something or the other to do (be it bug fixing, chit-chatting with my friends, or YouTube'ing)!
This leaves me thinking - I must find myself a Hobby. Something that'll keep me engaged during the weekends. Something that lets me learn new things. Something that holds my interest. Something I am passionate about. Something that'll make me want the weekend to come sooner.
I've narrowed down to the following (At least for now):
1. Enroll myself with the Karnataka State Rifle Association (K.S.R.A)
2. Enroll for DJ Classes.
3. Improve my Culinary Skills.
Anyone got any better ideas. Do let me know!
Monday, December 31, 2007
New Year Celebrations - Roomies Idea!
Today is 31st, December. The last day of the Year 2007. Tomorrow - New Year!
By Default - This day is the "Party Event Of The Year".
And this is how my roomie Dileep wanted to celebrate it - "Let's Go To Some Good Hotel, Eat Dinner, Come Back and Crash!"
Initially, I thought he must be joking, but NO - he meant business when he actually said that!!!
Not that I am new to his lack-lustre lifestyle, and yes - this is exactly the way he celebrated last years' New Year as well (Thankfully, I went out with "My Gang" of friends last time around. We had a rocking time. I'd have gone out with them this time around as well - but all of them have gone to Kovalam for the party, and sadly, I got stuck with some critical "deliverables" at work)
I mean - its a night you're supposed to party till you drop. And all he wants to do is eat dinner, come home and crash. It's typically something we do every day. How fucking boring can you get!
Am I stuck in the wrong crowd or what!!!
By Default - This day is the "Party Event Of The Year".
And this is how my roomie Dileep wanted to celebrate it - "Let's Go To Some Good Hotel, Eat Dinner, Come Back and Crash!"
Initially, I thought he must be joking, but NO - he meant business when he actually said that!!!
Not that I am new to his lack-lustre lifestyle, and yes - this is exactly the way he celebrated last years' New Year as well (Thankfully, I went out with "My Gang" of friends last time around. We had a rocking time. I'd have gone out with them this time around as well - but all of them have gone to Kovalam for the party, and sadly, I got stuck with some critical "deliverables" at work)
I mean - its a night you're supposed to party till you drop. And all he wants to do is eat dinner, come home and crash. It's typically something we do every day. How fucking boring can you get!
Am I stuck in the wrong crowd or what!!!
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Dileep - The Misogynist
Dileep, my roommate, is a self proclaimed Misogynist. For those of you who don't know what the term means (personally - I didn't know there existed such a term until he started proclaiming) - It means "Women Hater!"
Till Dec-25-2007, I thought he was just joking. But on Christmas Eve, he proved it beyond any doubt.
I have this really good friend called Sophiya Harry, who, as is obvious from the name, is a christian. She had offered to bring me Christmas lunch from her home. The thought of mouth watering home made Biriyani compelled me to agree to her offer.
Since I had to be at work on Christmas eve, she had graciously agreed to drop off the package at my work place.
But, as you would've read from my previous blog, I ended up in a bike accident on Christmas Eve, and so, I couldn't make it to work. On the way back home, from the hospital, it suddenly "clicked" that since I hadn't updated her about my accident, Sophi would probably end up heading over to my office with my lunch. So, I called her up. This is how our conversation pretty much went:
Me: "Hey Sophi ... Have you started from home yet?"
Sophi: "No Shaa ... I'll be starting in another 10 minutes. Why?"
Me: "Well ... If you haven't started, don't bother. I didn't go to office today."
Sophi: "Hmph ... Are you cancelling out on me?"
Me: "Not really ... I had a bike accident - and I am in no position to go to work right now!"
Sophi: "Bike Accident ... What the Heck!!! Where the hell where you looking??? Are you alright now???"
Everyone who has a female friend would know that girls tend to over react when told about stuff like this. In this case, Sophi, was practically hysteric when she heard what had happened!
Me: "Well ... I just wanted to tell you not to head over to my office - As I won't be there!"
Sophi: "I'll come over to your place ... No issues!"
Me: "Don't bother - Its ok. I'll manage."
Sophi: "How dare you say Don't Bother ... Idiot ... I'm coming over - Period!"
Me: "Well in that case - Please bring food for 3 people. I have both my roomies with me. And we're all very hungry."
Sophi: "No Problemo ... I'll be over in another hour max."
Me: "Fine by me ... Thanks again!"
Once I got off the phone, I tell my roomies (Dileep and Sajith) that Xmas Biriyani is on its way and that my friend Sophi would be bringing it in a couple of hours. The first question that Sajith asked me was - "Is she hot?", which is practically the same thing I'd have asked anyone if they mentioned something about a girl to me. So, I replied, "Not really ... Don't have any high hopes bro!"
A good 3 1/2 hours later (Oh ... Forgot to mention it. I've known Sophi for more than a year now. And one thing I learnt - the hard way - is that Sophi never makes an appointment on time. If she says she'll do somethign in 1 hour, what she actually meant is she'll do it in 4 hours! But heck - justice be done - thats how girls are in general!!!), Sophi had still not arrived at home, and Dileep was all ticked off and has practically started swearing at her.
Thankfully, by the 4 hour mark she got in. Dileep was at the computer playing some computer game, and Sajith was enjoying a quick nap. I thought the polite thing to do would be to introduce her to my roomies. Since Dileep was the one awake - I said "Sophi - This is Dileep ... Dileep - This is Sophi!"
The bugger just turned sideways, saw her, gave a disgusted and shmuck look, and then went back to his game. Obviously, Sophi felt insulted and hurt at this sort of a reaction. That much was obvious from the confused and puzzled look she gave me. Since this is the sort of reaction I got from Dileep, I didn't bother with introducing Sajith.
We went to my room where I explained - or should I say was "interrogated" - into the specifics of my accident.
A couple of minutes later, she said that she had to leave as her family was expecting her and that it'd be nice if I returned her the vessels in which she bought us the food.
Since Dileep was acting hostile, I didn't compel her to stay and have lunch with us. The last thing I wanted was my roommate's behavior to hurt/insult her even more.
When I told Dileep to help me with transferring the food to our vessels so that I can return hers, and thereby she could leave, the fellow seemed very enthused. It was as if he was ready to do anything to get her to leave the house.
In 2 mins everything was done and Dileep had gone back to his "game". I couldn't do anything but make it seem that my roomies were busy/engrossed in the game and that's why they were acting weird, and that generally they were very nice people.
With a dampened and insulted spirit - I thanked her for the food, and she left!
Once she was gone, I confronted Dileep asking him why he had behaved so weirdly with my friend and that I had felt insulted and hurt the way things turned out. He was like - "I interacted well with your friend Anbarasu when I came in the morning didn't I. I just didn't feel like interacting with this girl - Period!"
Since I knew he was a Misogynist, I knew there was no point in pressing my case. I just left it at that.
So, my take home out of the entire episode is, If any gal chums do come home - Don't introduce them to Dileep!!!
Till Dec-25-2007, I thought he was just joking. But on Christmas Eve, he proved it beyond any doubt.
I have this really good friend called Sophiya Harry, who, as is obvious from the name, is a christian. She had offered to bring me Christmas lunch from her home. The thought of mouth watering home made Biriyani compelled me to agree to her offer.
Since I had to be at work on Christmas eve, she had graciously agreed to drop off the package at my work place.
But, as you would've read from my previous blog, I ended up in a bike accident on Christmas Eve, and so, I couldn't make it to work. On the way back home, from the hospital, it suddenly "clicked" that since I hadn't updated her about my accident, Sophi would probably end up heading over to my office with my lunch. So, I called her up. This is how our conversation pretty much went:
Me: "Hey Sophi ... Have you started from home yet?"
Sophi: "No Shaa ... I'll be starting in another 10 minutes. Why?"
Me: "Well ... If you haven't started, don't bother. I didn't go to office today."
Sophi: "Hmph ... Are you cancelling out on me?"
Me: "Not really ... I had a bike accident - and I am in no position to go to work right now!"
Sophi: "Bike Accident ... What the Heck!!! Where the hell where you looking??? Are you alright now???"
Everyone who has a female friend would know that girls tend to over react when told about stuff like this. In this case, Sophi, was practically hysteric when she heard what had happened!
Me: "Well ... I just wanted to tell you not to head over to my office - As I won't be there!"
Sophi: "I'll come over to your place ... No issues!"
Me: "Don't bother - Its ok. I'll manage."
Sophi: "How dare you say Don't Bother ... Idiot ... I'm coming over - Period!"
Me: "Well in that case - Please bring food for 3 people. I have both my roomies with me. And we're all very hungry."
Sophi: "No Problemo ... I'll be over in another hour max."
Me: "Fine by me ... Thanks again!"
Once I got off the phone, I tell my roomies (Dileep and Sajith) that Xmas Biriyani is on its way and that my friend Sophi would be bringing it in a couple of hours. The first question that Sajith asked me was - "Is she hot?", which is practically the same thing I'd have asked anyone if they mentioned something about a girl to me. So, I replied, "Not really ... Don't have any high hopes bro!"
A good 3 1/2 hours later (Oh ... Forgot to mention it. I've known Sophi for more than a year now. And one thing I learnt - the hard way - is that Sophi never makes an appointment on time. If she says she'll do somethign in 1 hour, what she actually meant is she'll do it in 4 hours! But heck - justice be done - thats how girls are in general!!!), Sophi had still not arrived at home, and Dileep was all ticked off and has practically started swearing at her.
Thankfully, by the 4 hour mark she got in. Dileep was at the computer playing some computer game, and Sajith was enjoying a quick nap. I thought the polite thing to do would be to introduce her to my roomies. Since Dileep was the one awake - I said "Sophi - This is Dileep ... Dileep - This is Sophi!"
The bugger just turned sideways, saw her, gave a disgusted and shmuck look, and then went back to his game. Obviously, Sophi felt insulted and hurt at this sort of a reaction. That much was obvious from the confused and puzzled look she gave me. Since this is the sort of reaction I got from Dileep, I didn't bother with introducing Sajith.
We went to my room where I explained - or should I say was "interrogated" - into the specifics of my accident.
A couple of minutes later, she said that she had to leave as her family was expecting her and that it'd be nice if I returned her the vessels in which she bought us the food.
Since Dileep was acting hostile, I didn't compel her to stay and have lunch with us. The last thing I wanted was my roommate's behavior to hurt/insult her even more.
When I told Dileep to help me with transferring the food to our vessels so that I can return hers, and thereby she could leave, the fellow seemed very enthused. It was as if he was ready to do anything to get her to leave the house.
In 2 mins everything was done and Dileep had gone back to his "game". I couldn't do anything but make it seem that my roomies were busy/engrossed in the game and that's why they were acting weird, and that generally they were very nice people.
With a dampened and insulted spirit - I thanked her for the food, and she left!
Once she was gone, I confronted Dileep asking him why he had behaved so weirdly with my friend and that I had felt insulted and hurt the way things turned out. He was like - "I interacted well with your friend Anbarasu when I came in the morning didn't I. I just didn't feel like interacting with this girl - Period!"
Since I knew he was a Misogynist, I knew there was no point in pressing my case. I just left it at that.
So, my take home out of the entire episode is, If any gal chums do come home - Don't introduce them to Dileep!!!
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
An unforgettable Christmas
25 December 2007 is one day I will not forget in a hurry ...
My day began as a very ordinary one. I got up around 10 am, and since I had some pending work at office, I decided to head out to office around 11.30 am. I had hardly gone 300 meters from house when I ended up in an accident. Yes - AN ACCIDENT!
Let me explain, how it happened. I took a left from the main road, which by the way is right next to my house, to hit a road which takes me. I am renowned "rash" driver, but, trust me when I say - today, I was doing 40 Km/hr tops. I was hardly 50 meters into this road when I saw this kid try to cross the street in his Kinetic Activa Scooter. And by kid, I mean he was around 13 - 15 years old. Yes - you guessed it right - not even legally aged to drive a bike!
So, I must've had at the max 5 meters between me and him - when I saw him. I slammed on the brakes - both front and rear - and hit the horn as well. But that stupid sick son-of-a-bitch just kept coming. And as you would've guessed it by now - I ended up ramming into him.
The first thing that happened was - atleast what I recall now was - I went flying and landed head first on the tarred road. Thanks to my helmet - I lived. I remember the force with which I slammed down - and trust me when I say - it was freaking hard! I am 101% sure that if not for that helmet - I'd have died on the spot! Going on, after my head-first plop, my body followed suit. To be more precise, my hip was the next thing to touch the tarmac. Thanks to the momentum my 115 kilos frame commands, it didn't stop there. I went skidding for a meter or two (I have a couple of cuts and abrasions on my hands and feet to prove that).
For a brief second, I lay on the road trying to grasp what had just happened in the last 2 seconds. I saw people crowding around me and somehow, I managed to get up. Thats when the stinging pain hit me. My hip was just bursting in pain. It was just absolutely agony! Commanding all the energy I had, I walked over to the side of the road where there was a slab to sit and sat down, lest I end up being run over by some other passing vehicle.
That's where I saw the kid who's bike I had rammed into. Surprisingly, he didn't have a scratch on him. And neither did his bike, which - for the sake of being honest - infuriated me. Come on, I had just got my hip busted and my bike trashed, and there was this kid - whose mistake it was in the first place - who didn't have a scratch on him or his bike! I had every reason to pissed - Didn't I?
The weird part was, he didn't even ask me how I was and how I felt. The kid just wanted to flee from the spot. Come to think of it - It was the most natural thing for him to do - given that he, as a minor, didn't have a license, and in the event the cops came, he'd be arrested on a non bailable offence!
So, he tried to get on his bike and flee. But, the people who had gathered at the spot, prevented him doing so. The kid persisted in his attempts - and resulted getting slapped a couple of times by the irate mob.
Someone in the group handed me the keys of the Activa and said - "Don't give him the keys till someone from his home comes here!". It made sense to me - so I pocketed the keys. The next second, the kid came running to me and kind of demanded that I give him the keys to his bike. It infuriated me and the first things out of my mouth were - "Do you have a license ... Wait till the cops get here and then I'll see whether I want to hand over your keys! The kid just froze at the mention of the cops. The next second he was like - "Forgive me bhaiyya ... It won't happen again!".
I knew that if I pressed charges, the kid would have gone to jail. Its not like I had anything personal against the kid, but, my bike obviously had taken a beating, and I wanted his parents to pay for the damage. Period! There was now way I was going to compromise on that!
So, I told him - "Go call your parents; I want to talk to them! If they don't come - I'll call the police!"
The kid continued with his begging, but I paid a deaf year to him and his pleas. My prime concern right now was to check whether I had indeed broken my hip, or, was it just a sprain. With this in mind, I headed over to the nearest hospital - Spurthy Hospital - which was about 100 metres from the spot where I had the accident.
Thankfully, a gentleman, who had been a part of the crowd, and had seen me limping off towards the hospital, offered me a lift. I promptly took it.
30 mins later, I was 500 bucks poorer, but the doctor had given me the good news - it wasn't a fracture. Just a "impact" injury.
To quote him:
Doc: "Its not a fracture ... The X-Ray confirms it!"
Me: "Are you absolutely sure ... It hurts a damn lot you know!!!"
Doc: "What’s you're weight son?"
Me: "About 115 kilos!"
Doc: "Well ... You see ... If you were my size - you're hips might not have hurt so much. But, at 115 kilos - its bound to hurt a lot after a fall like that!"
Although, under ordinary circumstances, I would've considered that statement as an inciting/insulting one, today - it was music to my ears!
As I head out of the hospital, the kid had bought a few of his relatives along with him for "negotiations". Trust me when I say - they all looked like shady characters - The typical goons and hitmen you see in Tamil movies!
I was in mood to bargain or argue, so I told them very clearly - "You see - my bikes been damaged. I wont press any charges if you pay for whatever cost I will incur for it. Else - I have no other option but to file a police case!"
Although very hesitant, the kids uncle, agreed!
I rode the bike - yes, I RODE IT - to my neighboring mechanic shop and told him - "Bhaiyaa ... I just met with an accident - the bikes been fucked big time ... Please check and see what’s wrong and how much it's going to cost to repair it!"
A quick inspection later he says - "500 bucks". I just looked at the kids uncle, and I guess he understood what I meant by that. He promptly paid the mechanic the prescribed amount. I handed over the keys to him, told the kid - "Next time - please try to be more careful!", and we all parted our separate ways!
What a wonderful way to celebrate Christmas eh!!!
My day began as a very ordinary one. I got up around 10 am, and since I had some pending work at office, I decided to head out to office around 11.30 am. I had hardly gone 300 meters from house when I ended up in an accident. Yes - AN ACCIDENT!
Let me explain, how it happened. I took a left from the main road, which by the way is right next to my house, to hit a road which takes me. I am renowned "rash" driver, but, trust me when I say - today, I was doing 40 Km/hr tops. I was hardly 50 meters into this road when I saw this kid try to cross the street in his Kinetic Activa Scooter. And by kid, I mean he was around 13 - 15 years old. Yes - you guessed it right - not even legally aged to drive a bike!
So, I must've had at the max 5 meters between me and him - when I saw him. I slammed on the brakes - both front and rear - and hit the horn as well. But that stupid sick son-of-a-bitch just kept coming. And as you would've guessed it by now - I ended up ramming into him.
The first thing that happened was - atleast what I recall now was - I went flying and landed head first on the tarred road. Thanks to my helmet - I lived. I remember the force with which I slammed down - and trust me when I say - it was freaking hard! I am 101% sure that if not for that helmet - I'd have died on the spot! Going on, after my head-first plop, my body followed suit. To be more precise, my hip was the next thing to touch the tarmac. Thanks to the momentum my 115 kilos frame commands, it didn't stop there. I went skidding for a meter or two (I have a couple of cuts and abrasions on my hands and feet to prove that).
For a brief second, I lay on the road trying to grasp what had just happened in the last 2 seconds. I saw people crowding around me and somehow, I managed to get up. Thats when the stinging pain hit me. My hip was just bursting in pain. It was just absolutely agony! Commanding all the energy I had, I walked over to the side of the road where there was a slab to sit and sat down, lest I end up being run over by some other passing vehicle.
That's where I saw the kid who's bike I had rammed into. Surprisingly, he didn't have a scratch on him. And neither did his bike, which - for the sake of being honest - infuriated me. Come on, I had just got my hip busted and my bike trashed, and there was this kid - whose mistake it was in the first place - who didn't have a scratch on him or his bike! I had every reason to pissed - Didn't I?
The weird part was, he didn't even ask me how I was and how I felt. The kid just wanted to flee from the spot. Come to think of it - It was the most natural thing for him to do - given that he, as a minor, didn't have a license, and in the event the cops came, he'd be arrested on a non bailable offence!
So, he tried to get on his bike and flee. But, the people who had gathered at the spot, prevented him doing so. The kid persisted in his attempts - and resulted getting slapped a couple of times by the irate mob.
Someone in the group handed me the keys of the Activa and said - "Don't give him the keys till someone from his home comes here!". It made sense to me - so I pocketed the keys. The next second, the kid came running to me and kind of demanded that I give him the keys to his bike. It infuriated me and the first things out of my mouth were - "Do you have a license ... Wait till the cops get here and then I'll see whether I want to hand over your keys! The kid just froze at the mention of the cops. The next second he was like - "Forgive me bhaiyya ... It won't happen again!".
I knew that if I pressed charges, the kid would have gone to jail. Its not like I had anything personal against the kid, but, my bike obviously had taken a beating, and I wanted his parents to pay for the damage. Period! There was now way I was going to compromise on that!
So, I told him - "Go call your parents; I want to talk to them! If they don't come - I'll call the police!"
The kid continued with his begging, but I paid a deaf year to him and his pleas. My prime concern right now was to check whether I had indeed broken my hip, or, was it just a sprain. With this in mind, I headed over to the nearest hospital - Spurthy Hospital - which was about 100 metres from the spot where I had the accident.
Thankfully, a gentleman, who had been a part of the crowd, and had seen me limping off towards the hospital, offered me a lift. I promptly took it.
30 mins later, I was 500 bucks poorer, but the doctor had given me the good news - it wasn't a fracture. Just a "impact" injury.
To quote him:
Doc: "Its not a fracture ... The X-Ray confirms it!"
Me: "Are you absolutely sure ... It hurts a damn lot you know!!!"
Doc: "What’s you're weight son?"
Me: "About 115 kilos!"
Doc: "Well ... You see ... If you were my size - you're hips might not have hurt so much. But, at 115 kilos - its bound to hurt a lot after a fall like that!"
Although, under ordinary circumstances, I would've considered that statement as an inciting/insulting one, today - it was music to my ears!
As I head out of the hospital, the kid had bought a few of his relatives along with him for "negotiations". Trust me when I say - they all looked like shady characters - The typical goons and hitmen you see in Tamil movies!
I was in mood to bargain or argue, so I told them very clearly - "You see - my bikes been damaged. I wont press any charges if you pay for whatever cost I will incur for it. Else - I have no other option but to file a police case!"
Although very hesitant, the kids uncle, agreed!
I rode the bike - yes, I RODE IT - to my neighboring mechanic shop and told him - "Bhaiyaa ... I just met with an accident - the bikes been fucked big time ... Please check and see what’s wrong and how much it's going to cost to repair it!"
A quick inspection later he says - "500 bucks". I just looked at the kids uncle, and I guess he understood what I meant by that. He promptly paid the mechanic the prescribed amount. I handed over the keys to him, told the kid - "Next time - please try to be more careful!", and we all parted our separate ways!
What a wonderful way to celebrate Christmas eh!!!
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Paris Hilton - Mutilated !!!
A TV show host MUTILATES Paris Hilton
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49k-BbYHBCw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=49k-BbYHBCw
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