New Years

Happy lots of good friends around. Everythings was quite good ,

I think the picture says it all .

Well adios amigoes,(think its all those mexican shooters)

HAPPY NEW YEAR

We went for Anu's wedding had a blast and then a tire puncture. One thing is for sure that whisky and tire changing dont mix. Again did the usual event stuff, Fought with three flower guys and one cake bugger,

One thing is for sure your past will never be hidden from your future nor your present. does this make sense, trying to figure out myself, please let me know if you do find out.

MCC re-lived

Well its the 29th and i have taken the Better Half to where i met some of my really good friends, saw selaiyur hall it was really fun,

Check out the photos, though some of you might not understand the change in pictures

one late breakfast, lunch with Ganpathy Papa and pre wedding party

Well reached Madras(still cant get myself to call in Chennai) Went straight to Shilfa's place, washed up straight to Meet the biggest of all belly, Uncle S, had a blast though the waiters at Golden dragon must be scratching their nuts. well the bugger held our a bottle of drinking water as if it was some expensive wine. Uncle s goes what vintage, the guy nearly dropped the bottle coz he couldnt stop laughing,
dinner was fun met the entire extended family though cant say all were happy to meet us.

Christmas

Well woke up and felt unexpectedly lonely, it was cold every one had gone some where or the other. I WAS FEELING REALLY LONELY>

I just remebered i had to cook lunch i had invite Philly over for some fish, pasta and wine,

twas fun though the wine i think was adultrated.

so just continued with the beers,

Burp, that was a nice lunch. GOING TO SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP

Christmas eve Dinner at M&M's

Well had a lovely dinner though the amount of wine i tippled in could have put a couple of tankers to shame. At M&M's there was, Megha and Mesh obviously and then some of their friends Shilpa, Shivani and Chang, The biryani was yum, I can see that even if Megha is Punj she has some andhra culture flowing some where or the other,

later in the night get a call from Ranjit, he told me what happened. Excerpts from his blog

Somehow, I managed to get a seat on a seriously low budget bus. It was the worst ride of my life. I thought the bus was going to snap in half most of the way, and being the lowest of low budget bus services, owned and operated by the state, we stopped in all the digyest food pits on the way. Granted, all the food I ate on the triop proved to be harmless, and actually quite good, but the settings were grim.
Get this - the 15 hour bus ride from Bangalore to Cochin cost about 300 Rupees, which is close to 6 or 7 dollars. The two hour taxi ride from Cochin to my Grandfather's house cost 2,500 Rupees, or around 55 dollars. I think I mentioned before that India is a place of stark contrasts.

I did excuse my self from the desert which i heard was yum, see i knew i would start fighting this battle i knew it would be tough. but i will win some day

Ps. I never clicked that photo and you will know why only on a "NEED TO KNOW BASIS

two more days to go Christmas

Well the better half reach end destination finaly in one piece and didnt fall of the train. Got invited for Christmas eve dinner by Megha and Mesh. Finally someone thinks i am well behaved and can be invited...........

Got a call from Cuz Ranjit, Hes coming home though he wants me to get him a ticket to kerala on the 24th of December, Thats like asking me to search for a particular grain of rice in India's biggest rice ware house,

Well anyway cuz Ranjit landed up. played a couple of songs on his guitar and then went searching for a ticket back to his Granddad's place.

had a couple of beers and hit the sack, at 4 i woke up and the dude was still watching tv.

he he 22nd Dec

I cant think of a name for todays post,

well nothing to do and cant think of a single thing to write,

Part two of the day and still can think of a single thing to write,

forget it no more writing,

Better half's less the better Journey

Well what to say, the better half has to leave for Nagpur, and yours truly decided he will run away from office to pick her up and drop her at te station.

Reached the station and was wondering why she need to 3 bags for 4 days, the math just never ever seemed to make sense, well with time and experince being there the longest, i knew the safest thing to do would be not to raise any questions,

Well dosent matter i am still in one peice and at peace, so no complaints,

post hiatus

well its been quite a time since i have written, dont ask why, coz excuses galore would be thrown at you faster than those scud missiles that were flying around at the time of the 1st gulf war.

cheerio will catch you guys in some other eon of time

Creative destruction, introduced by the economist Joseph Schumpeter, describes the process of industrial transformation that accompanies radical innovation. In Schumpeter's vision of capitalism, innovative entry by
entrepreneurs was the force that sustained long-term economic growth, even
as it destroyed the value of established companies that enjoyed some degree
of monopoly power

THE QUESTION IS DO WE NEED IT OR DO WE REALLY NEED IT

Conversations and Coffee

Well the day was quites intersting as it started of with me droping my phone, so thats not good is it.

no name for lack of any interest to think of a name

Well its 12.30 in the afternoon, too much tea. i have finished all my work, wondering how to take things forward coz the entire team is busy with this job, The client is not reverting. for that matter no one want to revert.

at time like this one tends to wonder why is it that we work.

I think it mostly because of the lack of sleep, but as of now i think N is just acting all cranky. shes not telling me what bothering her. I think something is bothering her but i must be me.

enough for now i am going of to sleep atleast i hope to.

Sayonora

Ambugity of life or is it just lives

Been sitting at my stupid desk from morning. lots of chaos, the AMD Dev forum, a pitch presentation and my personal life. every things suddenly seemed to have collapsed.

where do i stand and fight, where do i run, where do i hide these things just seem to be multiplying.

personally i dont see why and how one's community can be such a glorified reason for another person to refuse to even meet me. i want to cry at times. its no wonder that people fight and there is communal tension.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr. i feel like hitting someone. at the same time i feel so much pain for N she is such sweet and lovely person yet when itcomes to her happiness, why does community have to come first.

suddenly the lines of the pink floyd song comes to my mind

"if there is anybody out there". help me help me i need to come to my sense coz the pain is just unberable at times.

An eclipse at Stans house

The dictionary defines an eclipse as "The partial or complete obscuring, relative to a designated observer, of one celestial body by another".

But am i an english teacher I am not so sure, an eclipse in the definition of the Indira nagar gang is "a situation where in the so called responsible members of a house decide to go out off station and as such us "bevada's & i's" can have an "uninterupted" party with out the cops saying no to dancing or music most important boooooooooooooooze is this right,

its 9 pm and i am in stans house the eclipse has been going on for the last 24 hours but yours truly has been here only for the last couple of hours,. the gang is here as such the focus is purely on booze and food in "he he" copius quantities.

The moral of todays story is how important it is to be on close to land - the guys intend to go parasailing tomorrow.

just heard the bad news a particular character who is too thin to be true us coming in what do i do.

My first write up @WWW

Sitting at my desk, have been wondering what to do with the free time coz the entire team has gone off to GOA. sulking me thought i might as well start writing. I know I have a little skill unfortunately my wandering mind dosent go along with my fingers. I am dying to check with somebody whether this is some sort of strange form of dyslexia, but another part of me dosent feel like running up to some one else cry saying help help help, coz its the machoistic (shit..&#&#%$^&$#) i cant think of a word and I am harping on the fact that I think have writing skills.

time passes on

well these 8 lines seem to have made me brain dead . 8 lines am i halucinating everything seems to suddenly revolving around getting a hit and that too in anyform. the mind is screaming for some intoxicant, but the body is yelling out its a requiem for a dream STOP STOP STOP.

Whew that phase has finally passed, my palm are clamy and it must be the weather cant be "hot flushes" i think i am getting.

well enough for now.