I’m in Muscat. Yes, after nearly 9 months, I have finally returned home, to meet my wonderful family. Feels great to be back home. It’s like a well deserved break. Though technically, I wasn’t doing much work in Bangalore, but nevertheless, it’s a well deserved break. It feels amazing to be back here. Muscat is as hot as ever, though it rains nowadays. New malls, new hangouts, new rumors. Muscat and the people here haven’t changed one bit.
I always thought that once I start earning, most things would change. As in Dad, would consider my suggestions and advice in matters of the family. I thought that perhaps Mom would let me spend for the family. I’d thought that my sister wouldn’t fight or talk back to me, now that she knows, I’m the second earning member in the house. But as the saying goes ‘who cares what Sangeet thinks?’. Dad still thinks I’m immature, irresponsible and lazy. Mom thinks, that I think too high about my salary(I really can’t blame her for that). As for my lil sis, she still punches me, irritates me, but doesn’t talk back anymore. She only yells.
Things don’t change I guess, once one start earning. They just add up to your parent’s concern as in
“Do you have any idea what you’re going to do with your money?”
“yea I do”
“What??”
“Higher studies, savings, investments..you know..”
“Stop throwing some random words here and there, do u have a plan?”
“Not now, but I assure you I will.”
“You’re still the same. Waiting till the last minute to do things... You’re still irresponsible. Would you ever change?”
“….deafening silence…”
The climate’s gone for a toss, markets are crashing, people are losing money, but my family hasn’t changed one bit. I thank god for it. Thanks for keeping them safe. I also thank all my well wishers for praying for me in whatever way. I pray for them and their families, and I hope god keeps all of them safe and happy.
I hope you guys never change…
Cheerios…
P.S: Well, except for you fatties. You guys gotta do something about weight loss, and soon. Trust me its way far from easy…
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
The great indian hook up..
Few days ago, I met this guy from college. The last time I saw him, he was wailing like a baby.(It was the last day in college, but wailing.. really??) The conversation went something like this..
Friend: Hey!!! bro..Hi man, long time no see..
Me: Hey friend, am good re. How about u? yea, quite a long time…
Friend: So where are you working?
Me: ‘silly s/w company’.
Friend: I heard you’re committed.
Me: No man..
Friend: Don’t hide the secret from me .I know you’re committed. It’s the talk of the town. Everyone knows about it.
Me: Cool, glad you guys do.
Friend: So tell me, where is she from?
Me: Planet earth..talk about something else dude….
Friend: I know she is from around here. U are committed. Now you will forget all your friends. You will forget me too.
Me: (to myself) I never remembered you were here in the first place.
Why is my relationship status is the first few questions people ask me. No one asked me back in college. There are folks who call all the way from U.S. just to know, whose going out with whom, and whose cheating whom. I mean, wow, gossip does connect people. All you need is a rumor about you going out with somebody, just about anybody. And before u know it, you would be answering calls from god knows where, justifying the one sighting some jobless fellow made of you shaking hands with a girl in a mall. You’re suddenly , what everyone’s talking about. It’s fun initially, but then it gets boring, and silly.
Step 2. Thanks to all this hype, you start joking about it with the girl. She laughs it off. You think, could it be..?
3. You plan your first date, but things backfire at the last minute, due to some urgency that had to come up at that very time.
4. Two days later you check orkut. Every college community, is speaking about the 101 dates you and your female acquaintance has been on.
5. The female sees these posts.( Apparently your friends have spread your fame far
and wide that they have reached her friends, who apparently like your friends begin pulling her legs too.)
She approaches you to talk about it. She talks, you listen. She talks, you talk. You talk, she listens. She wants you to talk more. And before you know it, you’re talking with her on the phone. You’re going out with her, enjoying yourself.
Maybe friends aren’t that bad after all… :)
Seen on a temple in south India: It is forbidden to enter a woman, with or without slippers.
Cheerios..
Friend: Hey!!! bro..Hi man, long time no see..
Me: Hey friend, am good re. How about u? yea, quite a long time…
Friend: So where are you working?
Me: ‘silly s/w company’.
Friend: I heard you’re committed.
Me: No man..
Friend: Don’t hide the secret from me .I know you’re committed. It’s the talk of the town. Everyone knows about it.
Me: Cool, glad you guys do.
Friend: So tell me, where is she from?
Me: Planet earth..talk about something else dude….
Friend: I know she is from around here. U are committed. Now you will forget all your friends. You will forget me too.
Me: (to myself) I never remembered you were here in the first place.
Why is my relationship status is the first few questions people ask me. No one asked me back in college. There are folks who call all the way from U.S. just to know, whose going out with whom, and whose cheating whom. I mean, wow, gossip does connect people. All you need is a rumor about you going out with somebody, just about anybody. And before u know it, you would be answering calls from god knows where, justifying the one sighting some jobless fellow made of you shaking hands with a girl in a mall. You’re suddenly , what everyone’s talking about. It’s fun initially, but then it gets boring, and silly.
Step 2. Thanks to all this hype, you start joking about it with the girl. She laughs it off. You think, could it be..?
3. You plan your first date, but things backfire at the last minute, due to some urgency that had to come up at that very time.
4. Two days later you check orkut. Every college community, is speaking about the 101 dates you and your female acquaintance has been on.
5. The female sees these posts.( Apparently your friends have spread your fame far
and wide that they have reached her friends, who apparently like your friends begin pulling her legs too.)
She approaches you to talk about it. She talks, you listen. She talks, you talk. You talk, she listens. She wants you to talk more. And before you know it, you’re talking with her on the phone. You’re going out with her, enjoying yourself.
Maybe friends aren’t that bad after all… :)
Seen on a temple in south India: It is forbidden to enter a woman, with or without slippers.
Cheerios..
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The Hello World Blog
Hello World
Agreed that it’s been ages since I blogged. I tried to though, every single day. But I couldn’t get something solid whatsoever. For those who missed out two of my blogs in between, well, read them if it’s the last good thing you want to do today. For newcomers, I am popularly known as RJ, Mallu Gunda, Rj Madhan, Manmadhan, and occasionally called Sangeet. Everyone has a story. Mine’s mapped out like
Govt. hospital, kerala--->Indian School Muscat---> NIT Durgapur--->Reliance Energy--->Wipro Technologies---->???
Where next? Probably, rather hopefully, the best b-school in the world. What am I doing here? Doing what I actually got a degree in...bakar kaat-ing/bhaant maar-ing. Not the next J.K. Rowling, or Chetan Bhagat, but yea, the first Sangeet Somakumar.
This, I hope isn’t another one of my experimental blogs, which would soon rest in peace after a few posts. And while you’re pulling out the last remaining strands of black hair on your head, you could divert all that energy ‘C n C’. Most importantly, I solemnly pledge to reduce the length of my posts, so as not to steal customers from sleeping pills manufacturers in the city. Speaking of which, I myself haven’t been getting enough sleep lately. ‘Sleepless in Bangalore, could make a film with that name...Bangalore, quite aptly, called the city of babes n booze, of which only the latter seems to be attainable to (innocent, spectacled, java speaking individual who saves up his 30k salary for nothing) me. Been working in this silly company for the past 8 months now and still haven’t understood why they call all this silly coding and copy paste methods as work. But who cares, as long as I’m getting paid. In short, my life is like many others, boring, monotonous...sometimes a b*tch. But I love it. And you should love yours too. Live it, Love it.
Cheerios...
P.S: btw ‘CnC’ stands for Comments n Criticism. Now is when you add them!
Agreed that it’s been ages since I blogged. I tried to though, every single day. But I couldn’t get something solid whatsoever. For those who missed out two of my blogs in between, well, read them if it’s the last good thing you want to do today. For newcomers, I am popularly known as RJ, Mallu Gunda, Rj Madhan, Manmadhan, and occasionally called Sangeet. Everyone has a story. Mine’s mapped out like
Govt. hospital, kerala--->Indian School Muscat---> NIT Durgapur--->Reliance Energy--->Wipro Technologies---->???
Where next? Probably, rather hopefully, the best b-school in the world. What am I doing here? Doing what I actually got a degree in...bakar kaat-ing/bhaant maar-ing. Not the next J.K. Rowling, or Chetan Bhagat, but yea, the first Sangeet Somakumar.
This, I hope isn’t another one of my experimental blogs, which would soon rest in peace after a few posts. And while you’re pulling out the last remaining strands of black hair on your head, you could divert all that energy ‘C n C’. Most importantly, I solemnly pledge to reduce the length of my posts, so as not to steal customers from sleeping pills manufacturers in the city. Speaking of which, I myself haven’t been getting enough sleep lately. ‘Sleepless in Bangalore, could make a film with that name...Bangalore, quite aptly, called the city of babes n booze, of which only the latter seems to be attainable to (innocent, spectacled, java speaking individual who saves up his 30k salary for nothing) me. Been working in this silly company for the past 8 months now and still haven’t understood why they call all this silly coding and copy paste methods as work. But who cares, as long as I’m getting paid. In short, my life is like many others, boring, monotonous...sometimes a b*tch. But I love it. And you should love yours too. Live it, Love it.
Cheerios...
P.S: btw ‘CnC’ stands for Comments n Criticism. Now is when you add them!
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