Friday, December 10, 2010

I still dream of those good times

I still dream of those good times
Not just when I'm asleep

You learn when you fall, they say
Sometimes that's the only way to learn
Time heals any cuts from the fall
But not if you still regret the fall

Will time ever overpower regret?
Well, not directly; but a self-reconciliation will
Where should you fall from to learn the art of reconciliation?
Ah, who can say? Only time will guide you
The real question is once you learn reconciliation,
is any "fall" truly a fall? leave alone cuts
There is no spoon; or so we conclude

I still dream of those good times
Not just when I'm asleep
While I wait for my final fall

Monday, August 10, 2009

Goa Trip

I had a enjoyable and relaxing vacation of 4 days in Goa. I was able to spend some quality time with my parents. We reached Goa, by train, on the morning of 5th and left from there on the night of 8th. We had a pleasant stay at Hotel Succegado in Panaji.

Day 1 : South Goa tour

Day 2 : We spent it exploring Panaji (wherever our feet took us), though we took Goa By Night, which is a river cruise on River Mandovi, in the evening.

Day 3 : North Goa tour

Day 4 : We explored a very big beautiful park, which was close to our Hotel. We spent the afternoon having fun at Calangute beach, the queen beach of Goa.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

My First Vote

Today, I am proud to have fulfilled my duty to vote in the General Elections to the 15th Lok Sabha.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Ragam 09 and Convocation

I was back in NITC last weekend, for Ragam 09 and my convocation.

Last thursday's night, I met Fazil outside Gee Pee Travels's office. We got our tickets signed at the office and got on to a bus, with "GEE PEE TRAVELS" written on its front. We were glad that we got sleepers in an A/C Volvo bus, although the cost of the ticket was Rs. 700. About an hour later, the bus stops at Kalasipalayam and the conductor asks everyone to get down to get our boarding passes from the office. "What boarding pass? What office?", was our initial reaction, but since everyone else got down, we followed suit, only to find a rush at the table inside the office. A board outside the office read "SMPK travels". We saw people giving "GEE PEE Travels" ticket, "Ramya Travels" tickets, "Red-Bus" tickets etc. [all these travels have issued tickets, on behalf of and with the consent of "GEE PEE travels", which is a sister concern of "SMPK travels"] and the guy was issuing boarding passes to these people. When we got our tickets to this guy, he told us that all seats were filled and that we could take a seat in their "special bus", which is not A/C, not volvo and not even semi-sleeper. All this when we had booked the tickets 2 weeks in advance. How more unscrupulous can this get? We were uncontrollably angry. This fate was shared by 7 or 8 others around us. Fazil and I, not knowing if there really was any special bus, got into the volvo and sat on an unoccupied berth. We refused to get down, when the boarding pass issuer asked us to get down. He asked us to show our tickets. We showed him the tickets. He snatched it from my hand and got out of the bus. There were 2 other guys in this bus, just like us; the rest went off to take the special bus. Everyone inside the Volvo was completely pissed off at SMPK travels for their ruthless tactics. The bus started. We sat in the berth with the confidence that, if the bus operators tried to force us out of the bus, the angry crowd inside the bus would definitely support us. We somehow managed to put our backs on the berth and our tiredness put us to sleep. We reached Calicut, at 6 AM the next morning. Fazil invited me to his home for breakfast. At his house (or might I say 'bungalow'), after freshening up, I had a lovely breakfast, that his mom prepared. I thanked them and left for college.

Palayam bus stand, "REC, Mukkam" shouts, the bus ride to NITC, Medical College, Kunnamangalam, Co-ops, canteen, Ragam decorations, Rajpath, Basketball court, NLC, MB, A-Hostel (and other hostels), mini-canteen ... brought back many vivid memories and kept me smiling widely. Outisde the F' hostel, I met Arjun, at whose room (F-120) I was going to stay. F mess is now run by Lovely Foods people. We ate at F mess, where I started meeting juniors and friends. We then caught up with some events like Eastern Orchestra, Solo dance, Duplicate. The pro-show for the night starred Shankar Mahadevan. His voice was worth the 300 bucks for the ticket and much more. As his second song that night, Shankar started singing "Thaniye Thannanthaniye" from the Tamil movie "Rhythm". But since the crowd, that was swarming around the stage and that was desperate for Hindi songs after the previous night's pro-show, featuring Benny Dayal, who had sung Tamil songs predominantly, gave a very sombre response. Shankar sensed this, ended the song with just the first stanza and did not sing any Tamil song after that. Nevertheless, the show was outstanding. I had a great time that night, dancing with Machchans. Outside the OAT, I met Nikhil John Kurian, who was in the "Special Bus" from Bangalore to Calicut. He told me that the bus was blocked at the state border, for 3 hours, due to lack of valid permits. He also told me that when they got out of the bus at Calicut, all of them threw stones at the bus, broke the steering wheel and every windowpane of the "Special Bus". Guess they made the bus really "Special" then. I congratulated Nikhil for this achievement. After having the legendary double-attached at the mini-canteen [MC], all of us were dead tired. Since Arjun's bed was small for both of us, I took refuge at [Raj Thilak, Sanjay and Hemu]'s room (C-245), where we could join beds.

Saturday, the last day of Ragam 09, began late for me. It was past 12 noon, when I finished my morning duties. I had lunch at Lovely Foods, with juniors. Juice/Milk-shake at the co-ops was next in line. During B.Tech., at several points in time, I used to come to co-ops everyday. I have come to the co-ops too many times, but that day, it was at co-ops did I feel like a complete outsider. For 30 seconds, I was in a black-N-white spiral tube and I was going backwards, facing the centre. When I came out of it, the harsh reality, that I can't come to the co-ops daily, struck me. I always knew it but it did not hit me like this before. After about a minute through this complicated feeling, it dawned on me that it wasn't the co-ops that I was going to miss, but everything at NITC. I then realised that I have already been missing my college for a long time. I never fully understood when my friends told me that they were feeling nostalgic about college. All those feelings came rushing to me. I wonder if this was how my friends felt at the end of 4th year. I'm guessing that all of these emotions have been accumulating for a while and they just surfaced at the co-ops. Was I too robotic to ignore these emotions till then? Or was I sub-consciously suppressing them? Just then, the 'cheta' at the co-ops recognised me and came to speak with me. With the conversation, I was diverted and put at ease relatively. The mango shake was brilliant as ever. Back at Ragam, JAM was about the only interesting event that day but that too got boring very soon. The pro-show for that night featured "Breathe the delicate sound of Floyd". I enjoyed their music. Fashion Show followed the Rock show. NITC's team put an extraordinary show and everyone loved it. Later I heard that our college won the event. Soon after our college's turn, we got bored and called it a day.

On Sunday, Nithin (he arrived that morning) and I, with juniors, went to Kappad beach. It was already 2 PM, when we landed at Kappad. All of us were hungry by then. We had food at the Kappad resort, on the beach. Although initially I was hesitant to get wet, within minutes, I was completely drenched in water. After about an hour in the water, we left for college. Exhausted, I slept early that night.

Monday was the much awaited Convocation day. We had some formalities (paying caution deposit for the robes, collecting the robes, ...) to do. In NITC, any official work implies standing in queues. Starting from withdrawal of money from the ATM to collecting the robes, there was a line for every step. I wouldn't dare compare this queue to registration day queues, but it still did give us a taste of those days, especially since it was very hot, just like registration days. The programme was at the auditorium, scheduled to begin at 4 PM. At around 4 PM, dressed up in the black robes, we were taking a few snaps in groups, near the Production department. Most of us looked funny, especially when the hat kept falling down. Nithin got just one day's leave (monday) at office, so he had to leave to catch the 5:30 PM train. He knew he would not be able to attend the convocation and still came to Calicut for a visit. I felt very sorry for him not able to attend the Convocation. The staff ushered us to get in as it was time for the Academic procession to arrive. My parents arrived just when I was about to enter the hall. After a few quick pictures with my parents, I went in to sit with my classmates and they went to sit in the guests area. Soon, the Academic Procession, which is a march of the Director, Chief Guest Dr. K. Kasturirangan [MP (Rajyasabha), Former Chairman of ISRO], Heads of Departments and the other members of the Senate, from outisde the auditorium to the stage, in a formation, arrived with music in the background. The music sounded like some circus music. Their robes were different from ours and the Director and the Chief Guest had special robes, in which they looked like the Pope. Together with the music, this was very funny. The long boring speeches were strenuous to sit through, especially since the over-crowded auditorium was suffocating us. Then, as the Head of the respective department, read our names, each of us went on stage to collect our degree. We were required, on the stage, to bow thrice - once to the HOD, once to the Chief Guest and once to the Director before receiving the Degree from him. When my turn came, my only thought was to save my hat from falling down while bowing. After the Degree distribution, the Awards (Medal) distribution took its turn. I was the Gold-Medalist in my branch. As far as I can remember, this was the first time I have topped in Academics. I was happy and excited to receive the prize. The Chief Guest awarded the medals. After awarding the medal, he has a brief chat with the medalist, on stage. Mine went like this ...

Kasturirangan : My hearty Congratulations !!
Me : Thank you.
Kasturirangan : Where are you now?
Me : I'm with Goldman Sachs, Investment Bank.
Kasturirangan (immediately, with concern) : Oh are they O.K.?
Me (with a slight hesitation) : Yeah, we are fine now.
Kasturirangan : You are happy there ... ?
Me (being in a good mood) : Yes

We all took an oath that I don't remember very well, but basically said we must be good people. The music started again, when the Academic Procession was leaving the auditorium. Even when the procession only half exited the hall, all of us threw our hats in the air and roared with joy.

It was 7:45 PM, when we got out of the auditorium. Another long line, to return the robes and collect our caution deposit back, was in place. Standing in that line, it was depressing to think about leaving. After getting the deposit back, I collected my bag from Arjun's room, said "Bye" to everyone I met on the way and went to the bus stand. As I walked, the hostels, MB, MB circle, NLC, Basketball court, ... were all dragging me back, as if asking me to take one more look at them. When I reached the Rajpath main gate, I turned back to look at the well-lit Rajpath, adorned with Ragam decorations, still intact. I remembered leaving college, on the last day of 4th year - we were going in a jeep; as we reached the main gate, I looked at the Rajpath and gave a smirk. In contrast, on monday, I couldn't feel anything but plain, raw sadness to leave.

At Calicut, my parents came to the bus stop to send me off. They had tickets for the 2 AM train to Chennai. I at least wanted to go to Chennai with them. I did not want to get back to Bangalore. But the next morning, when Fazil and I got out of the bus, outside Forum, both of us were dejected that we had to leave college, again.

Going back to my college was more heartening than I had ever imagined. I took 2 days to stabilise myself, but I think I will feel nostalgic about college for a long time.

Monday, January 5, 2009

New House Again !!

I had a wonderful vacation in Chennai from 25th December to 4th January. On New Year's Eve, we had a family get-together at my place and celebrated New Year with loud (really loud) music, dance, lots of food.... It was very sad to get back to Bangalore this morning, after having a fun-filled vacation.

This morning, I get ready for office and come down to take my bike, when I see that some guy had cut the petrol tube and taken all the petrol in the tank. Since the time I moved in to this house in Koramangala, I always kept my bike outside as there was no parking space and as everyone seemed to park their vehicles outside. Even my roommate S.Arun (Gaali) keeps his Honda Activa outside. I assumed it was very safe. I never knew that stealing petrol from bikes was so easy. All one needs to do is to look for the knob that controls Fuel On, Reserve and Off, find the tube that comes out near this knob and cut this tube. I was shocked and angry, when I saw the hanging petrol tube. With no other option, I pushed the bike to the nearest petrol bunk, in hopes of finding a mechanic there. When I reached the bunk, it was closed and a board read, "Petrol - Out Of Stock". So I went pushing the bike to the next petrol bunk. There, no one could help me with my bike and there too was no petrol. My new worry, then, was that, even if I got my bike fixed, I might not get petrol. I knew that there was another petrol bunk, down the road. But what if there was no mechanic there? I had already pushed the bike 2 km. I did not want to push it another km and finally end up pushing it back 3 km. I decided to take the risk and started pushing it towards the next petrol bunk. But within a few meters, I found a mechanic shop. The mechanic got a new tube, fixed my bike in a few minutes and charged 20 bucks. Some petrol was left in the tank. So I rode the bike to the petrol bunk and luckily petrol was available. Phew !!

Before I went on vacation, Krish, Ashish (Krish's friend) and I had decided to move in together to a house near BEML. The house in Koramangala was only temporary, till Krish could move out of his house. Krish and Ashish had moved in to this new place when I was in Chennai. I was going to shift sometime this week. But after this incident, I was scared to keep my bike outside even for a night. So I shifted to my new house now. This place has parking space inside the compound. A big relief.

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Settled down finally

I shifted my home to an apartment in Koramangala, today. I'm going to share this house with 3 guys, Shivaram, Karthik (MK) and Gaali (haven't met him and don't know his real name). Karthik has gone to Chennai for the weekend and Gaali is in Korea. I know MK through Vijayaraghavan. MK was Vijayaraghavan's senior in NITK. I met Shivaram only today. MK and Gaali (both from NITK) work for Samsung, and Shivaram (BITS, Pilani) works for Google. Also, Shivaram and MK studied at DAV matriculation school (adjoining to my school).

This is a very spacious double-bedroom flat at a very silent, clean and posh neighbourhood, which is also very close to anywhere we would want to go. They also have a TV with Tata Sky connection, a washing machine, a microwave, a bread toaster and a broadband internet connection with a wifi modem, here.

It feels so much better to have my stuff unpacked, which by the way were packed (on june 14th) when I moved to Bangalore to join GS. I have been living with all my stuff inside suitcases, all this time, even in New York as the shelves there were not very convenient to use and at Krish's place there was no space to unpack them. I now feel like I have settled down. Finally.

Friday, September 26, 2008

My New Bike

I bought a brand new Bajaj XCD DTSI 125 cc bike today, for Rs. 48,169, with a down payment of the whole amount, at the Khivraj Bajaj showroom here in Indira Nagar. After a week's time of research on the internet, reading up lots of negative and positive reviews about this model and other bikes, asking people about their views, visiting Hero Honda showroom and comparing the features with other models, I decided to buy this one. The bike is black in colour. I have already started loving it. The dealer promised a mileage of 65-70 kmpl. I hope it renders as promised. As far as looks of the bike go, I like the bike a lot. I had taken a test ride on the bike 2 days ago and it was very comfortable and smooth. So was it now, when I rode the bike from the showroom to Krish's place (where I'm temporarily put up). I promptly got a helmet too, for Rs. 1050. Registration work for the bike is not completed yet and I expect it to be over by monday.

I now have two 2 wheelers. The other one is my Honda Activa, which is in Chennai now. I'm totally excited about my new bike. Looking forward to many happy and safe rides on it.