Reporting Live from Pune

I've been home for about 4 days now. 48 hours into Pune living and I had already experienced everything there is to being "alive". Down from watching survival mode living to bursting into extreme highs, every minute aspect of your emotions are tingled. And tingled well.

Pune and maybe India as such, is changing so fast I'm not sure what to expect the next time around. But you look at your people, family, friends, family friends and the look on their face puts it all in perspective. "What were you expecting dude?"

You desperately try to hold on to the Pune you left 5 years back but that's never gonna come back to you ever, is it? Change is not going down well with me but that's not to say its a bad or a good thing.

There is a lot of love in this city and for that matter Mumbai as well. Having grown up in this side of the world, I've realized that even though I haven't yet embraced change, I belong here. This is me. Call me romantic, maybe that's what defines being a Punekar :)

Today evening, onto Mumbai! My second home.

The 2 days were fantastico! I hope we make it an annual re-union thingie.

I am out of the difficult painful guitar phase. Today was the first day I started to enjoy stuff. Aich!

How Good can Good be

 Next 2 days are gonna be so awesome, couple of work-days and Thanksgivings!! :)

That followed by a shopping weekend, uske baad INDIANO!! Aah, I can feel it. Good times are here baby!

Choti Choti Khushiyan

I'm gonna sound a little nerdy, but it iz bhaat it iz. I use emacs as my preferred editor of choice while coding. I think everyone should be using this editor (vi/vim is crap) and I'll get a lot of disagreement here but I'm gonna stick to it.

However, I did recently think that there was one tiny flaw in the editor. I searched high and low to see if there was a way to do what I wanted it to do, outside its default behavior. Most solutions were kinda clunky and I kinda painfully accepted it until today. I found that perfect one command switch way of doing it. Just like that, out of nowhere.

Yeah I know it means nothing on the face of it. But it does. Choti choti khushiyan. I've been using that switch all day today. It's funny how excited you get on discovering that one gold coin when you already own a million of  them.

Nerrrrddddd!!!! I know and it's ok.

In exactly a month's time, I'll be back home. Such a brilliant feeling.

Aaah! :)
Bas, that's all. More when I feel like it.

One Day

One Day, one day God willing, I'll be able to play like The Man.
Till then, here's what I'm talking about:

Man, I have such a long way to go with the guitar. Some days I enjoy it more that the others. Tonight was a so-so night, I learnt something new but couldn't quite master it. Tomorrow, will try again.

I love my car.

Chill

Importance of being chilled out while having fun.
Explanation: If you end up having more fun at something other than what you had in mind, let it be. Continue. It's ok. Important thing is to have fun, not execute what you had in mind.

Don't take life too seriously. I must have mentioned this before but life is only as good or bad as you make it out to be. Practice maketh a man perfect. Practice at being chilled out, I would go one step further and say if it's too much to practice, then don't practice, just chill :)

Finally, it's Friday!

P.S: Of-course on Monday things will be different but right now everything that I mentioned above applies.

Jeremy Camp -- Understand

I can't believe the amount of work I have. Just when I am really pumped up about guitar. I ain't giving up this time. If I do, it won't ever happen again. A little discipline/push required in life ... and I'm getting that somehow.

The One Thing

Everyone has their bucket list. At least I think everyone would like to have a list that they would like to accomplish in their lifetime. I have mine too. Out of that, my travel list is massive. I keep that as a single bullet to tick off, else I wouldn't ever get to the others. That's not what I want to write about today.

I love music. I love dancing and singing. That doesn't mean I'm good (or bad) at it but I just love both forms of expression. I've always felt a distinct absence of it when I listen to an awesome song.Too many times I've felt handicapped by it's absence. Over time, I've buried the desperation and grudgingly accepted that maybe this one thing might not happen (thanks to my laziness).

But not anymore. Last weekend things just fell into place and that desperation has surged back again. I'm gonna give one last ditch attempt at the one thing that has eluded me.

Coming weekend, my journey with the guitar begins.

We're a mess at the moment. My passion and support for the club will remain resolute but I'll be the first to admit it, Liverpool have hit rock bottom. The Yanks can do us a huge favor and let go of the club, at least on humanitarian grounds. Just get out of Anfield!

Except for Gerrard, Pepe Reina and Torres (when fit), no one seems to be of the quality that a Liverpool shirt demands. Kuyt is industrious as ever but you can barely call him a class player. Meireles has looked good but remember he is only in there cause of the money we got from the sale of Mascherano. Bottom line is we need the money that the other big clubs have to compete for class players. Mind you, Liverpool is still a big name, big enough to attract the best players but our future isn't looking that big/bright till the ownership is sorted out and sorted out into good hands. I know this too will pass and it's only a matter of time when Liverpool will be back (and back with a bang) but its a sincere, solemn request from a Liverpudlian to get those business yank arses out of the best football club in the world.

I like doing nothing

NYC was fabulous. Boston done. Portland beautiful as ever. Only Chicago remains. Now I would like to catch up on some sleep. Tonight will watch a movie, dinner at home and pelke sleep.

I am working this weekend, yes I know it sucks but tonight is my break night. Just laze at home, good movie and hopefully tomorrow doesn't come. Actually what I would like most is December 10th comes tomorrow...and of course India vacation lasts forever. I don't think I am going to be doing much before that. Maybe a ski trip and something for Thanksgivings. That's it.

I am itching to get back home..

What's in the Name?

A lot. Consider this: "Oommen"

Think (and carefully re-read the spelling) about this word I just typed above. Whoever came up with this name for the first time in human history was most definitely out of his mind or drunk or wasn't serious about it. But evidently someone was and went ahead with it. And whoever followed it up and continued with it was not only out of his mind but thought it would be fun to see how long it lasted.

I have always wondered what went through my grandpa's mind when he named Dad "Oommen". I love grandpa a lot so I am going to keep it at that. What's equally weird is that mallus for some reason find it profound thinking to give the son, in inheritance, as surname, his Dad's name. What joy, no? (else I would've been Binoy Abraham)

Maybe, just maybe I won't let that guy have so much fun.

Near Perfection

Boston. Done.
Living in Manhattan. Done.
Saturday Night at Times Square with a close friend. Done.
US Open, Arthur Ash Stadium, Courtside, Elena Dementieva - Samantha Stosur, cheering Elena till I lose my voice. Done.
Lunch at Little Italy. Done.

Done - Dona - Done... Done. (OK, I agree that was lame but I'll let it be)

Maybe Liverpool at Anfield next? Why not?

Koi Shakh?!? Aich! Life is bhery bhery good. :)

A lot of my south Indian friends (kinda unanimously) have mentioned that they don't like mallus because they consider themselves superior to others. I never made too much of it cause I find mallus pretty funny until recently when I came across exactly the kinds mentioned by them. This guy actually thinks "mallus are superior". I mean he said it without blinking or pausing to think what he was about to say. Matter of fact kinds. I was shocked to see his reaction which was like... "What? Did I say something wrong?"
I am not trying to generalize all mallus but either way I was pretty shocked to find that these kinds exist.

In other news, I managed to shock someone in racquetball today. :)
Sports always gives me a high, especially defeating the supposedly invincible kinds.

Double Aich!

I don't know when next this phenomenon might occur but while it has, might as well feel the love :)

http://www.letsplaysoccer.com/Main/Locations/Arapahoe/Std/MB1.htm

I miss the final game of the season, off for the long weekend but I leave top of the league. (and also the only Indian in the list :) ....heck yeah!)

Shaan

I was seeing Indian Idol 5 (pretty randomly) and one of the top 3 sang this song "Chand Sifarish" from Fanaa. The judges, Aamir and the entire Peepli Live crew were full of praise for the soulful performance from this guy.

He probably was as good as they said he was but just then I realized no one can match up to Shaan, especially in that song. People talk about how much "heart" or "jasbaat" there is in this song and even though  this guy did a good (maybe splendid) job of it but it still didn't come close to Shaan's voice and just the life he brings to a song.

Enjoy!

Because.

I'm giving myself a month to test my resolve. Not sure if it's a good or bad decision.

I wanna see what changes in 30 days.

Hail Skype!

I'm kinda sad tonight. I won't be able to see my kids for quite sometime now. On the brighter side, England next summer is almost a certainty now but I will no longer have the luxury of randomly booking tickets to go see my kids.

Tomorrow sis and family leave this country. Tomorrow is going to be so depressing. This is a bye week and hence no football either to contend with.

Yikes!!

Main Toh Bas Yunhi ...

Yeah, Kinda Boasting!

Shucks! If I hadn't missed the season opener, I could probably have topped. Scoring 4 in a match is beyond even my wildest imagination. Jesus rocks! (and so does football)

:)

The second in school-s, merit list in Pune -s, distinction -s, IIT- Robotic -s, blah blah blah pales in comparison to what I accomplished yesterday.

I made Mutton Biryani just as good as Mom's. Howzzat for an accomplishment, eh?
With eternal thanks to Ma.

P.S: Maybe Tiramisu next, no?

A Little Common Sense Doesn't Hurt

In Christian groups, sometimes I hear this debate about Christian versus non-Christian songs. Some people even go to the extent of claiming that every song that is non-Christian is from the devil. I feel these are the kinds of people that give Christianity a bad name. It's too bad that these people also come across or portray a wrong image of what it means to be in a relationship with Christ.

I am just a normal guy, but I know Christ loves me. Saturday morning I wake up to this song and have a "good good time". Too bad the above kinda people will never be able to enjoy this song. Some day though, Christ will lead them out of bondage. Till then, enjoy! (I think I have posted this song before)

Stay or Leave

Winter, 2010

Alright, I've decided. This winter I am going snowboarding... wait skiing. So I kinda kinda know skiing but my roommate is big into snowboarding. He is of the opinion that skiing is for presumptuous people (Any truth to that?)

From what I've heard snowboarding is harder to pick up than skiing (that I am/was comfortable with). Either ways, snowboarding or skiing, come what may, Binoy is gonna wake up at 6 AM on Saturday mornings to go skiing/snowboarding this year.

P.S: If I don't, please don't judge me. After all, it's the thought that counts, no?

World Cup is over and no game this week. Feels like someone stole a big chunk of my life. Life without football is a drag.

Tomorrow I want to wake up and find myself in 2000. Yeah, I haven't yet given up hope on that time-machine. Anyone?

Just Blogging...

Friend's parents getting onto Facebook is such a scary phenomenon. I just had to accept friend's request from parents of my really close friends. Man, the world is no longer a safe place to be ;)

In other news, I am in Richmond (again) and had Mutton Biryani for the umpteenth time and .... (wait for it), Anish joined me for lunch. Did I hear a groan from a member of the Kulkarni clan?

P.S: I almost forgot, daal and fish fry (with ghee) the previous night.

And just after I wrote the previous post, I come across the kinds from the other side.

On one hand, there are people who not only do their job well but also think of possible loopholes and have it taken care of or answered before it crops up and on the other hand, there are these kinds who do even read an email completely before replying.

I think in an interview process, one of the most important qualities to look for is to make people read emails and ask them to respond. Simple task but the reply could really startle your knowledge of the person.

Some people are just such a pleasure to work with. They making working such a breeze.

I wish everyone had the common sense or should I say the good sense to work as efficiently or at least keeping everyone's interest in mind. It's not a difficult thing to do, you only need to cultivate the "live and let live" attitude.

Kudos to getting the small things right, Priscilla!

P.S: I am taking the liberty of giving out your name but I'm sure you don't mind :)

3 to the good

Such a high! Scoring a hat-trick in the last game of the league season gives you such an incredible high.

I honestly didn't think I had it in me now to go beyond one, maybe two goals in a professional match.

Liph is bhery bhery good. I can't wait for the next season to begin.

Match fitness --- about 80% (don't remember the last time I reached this fitness level)
Football is, by freaking trillion miles, the best sport in the world. Period. End of discussion. :)

Daily Bread

I have always struggled with being a regular at reading the Bible. One big stumbling block has been the lack of coherency to what I was reading and also the lack of time/ability to interpret His Word. My mom is a regular at Daily Bread and I admire her for that.

For those of you struggling with the same and also coming from the tech savvy generation, I strongly advocate Our Daily Bread , the online daily bread. It's probably the best way I've found to get a little coherency and also become a regular at it. The best part of it is I have access to it wherever I go (Internet remember?) and I don't have to depend on the early morning or late night when I have access to the Bible.

Mutton Biryani

The first time you learn cooking from mom, you pretty much concentrate on the big things, try and get them right. That's probably the way to go cause you know head nor tail of what it means to fry, little simmer, etc.

Of course over time you learn the nuances but this time on your own, trial and error and essentially develop your own style of cooking. Now I see my mom cooking Mutton Biryani and it's a revelation of sorts. I must have asked myself the question "How could I have not noticed that??" about 15 times now.

Next aim in life: Cook Mutton Biryani as well as mom's. By the time I get that accomplished and learn guitar, I will be done. Except that it might take me an entire lifetime to achieve perfection (yes, Mom's Mutton Biryani is perfect). Worth living a lifetime for a noble cause, no? :)

Mutton Biryani for lunch coming up in like 75 mins!!
And of course World Cup Germany - Australia!! Perfect, no?
Muhahahahahahaha!!!

Chai

My mom has passed on to me all the tips for cooking and for the most parts I am pretty happy with my preparations (although cannot compare to mom's food). But chai has been my biggest stumbling block. It might seem simple but I just couldn't figure out how to make those "jhakaas" teas. Every time I got the feeling of nearly there but not quite.

At last I've found the secret ingredient that gives it the "jhakaas" factor. And (wait for it)... the secret ingredient is adrak (ginger). It simply has to be there else your chai is not complete.

So there... again with eternal thanks to mom.

Sunday will be mom's mutton biryani. Aich!!! :)

It's Criminal to Wake Up Before Sunrise

Point Noted.

I never will talk matters of importance or sense in the first half an hour after I wake up. I make an absolute fool of myself. My absolute detest for waking up in the morning is compounded by the fact that my CPU takes even longer after the hatred has translated to acceptance before I can be operational. To add to the misery, I hear myself uttering those words and painfully enough I can't take it back. I just go through that horrible moment of "What The!!!" I need to respect my CPU and not jump ahead of it.

Again, point noted.

Do It Right

Is it true that good things happen to good people?

My take on it is that goodness follows goodness. It's not that good people look for good things. They find goodness in everything that they see. That's what makes life so good for them.

What Jesus mentioned in Mathew 18:3 isn't really rocket science. "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven."

Jesus, during His time on earth, didn't really talk earth shattering stuff. Yet He did. It was in His simple statements that He really revolutionized our thinking.

I don't think we ever lose the ability to think simple, do the things that really makes us happy, benevolence and all that jazz. We chose not to. For some reason that makes sense as we grow older. They call it maturity, some call it experience. I call it naansense.

Live it up, man. You only get to live this life once.

Liph is Good

How many of us really get to live our dreams? Very small percentage, no?

I wanted to be in that bracket of people, and from the looks of it, I already am.

Kay Ata!

Happy Easter to All!

I'm in PDX :)

Yesterday I met this guy Jason on my flight to PDX. Football (soccer) player getting back home (to Portland) from Tampa, FL and he was itching to get back. I could so relate to that feeling, in fact I still feel that when I go to PDX. Being a football player, it was a given that he was a cool guy (football players are always super cool). The only reason I am mentioning him in this post is that he was such a happy guy. Very oblivious to the world around him, just happy spreading the "feel good" spirit (even with the air hostess') in the flight and also while exiting he had some jokes to share. We talked about random stuff in the beginning, how we both didn't exactly like the rudeness that comes with the east coast and the coolness about life in west but it was really when we both found out our love for football that our outlook changed. It was almost an enlightening of sorts. Suddenly, full respect for each other. High fives, we started talking about cool stuff. How the pretense of work life sucked (until then we were talking about our profession). He offered to come play for his team this Wednesday, I gladly accepted it but later realized I hadn't got along my football gear. I might still try and go though.

I am looking forward to an awesome Easter in Portland, well work life after that and a mini reunion the next weekend. I need to find time for Communnect in between all this, and somehow I think I will.

Tomorrow I will try Baingan

Not a good day at work. Two people quitting Mentor and my entire efforts might just go down the drain. India in May might not happen now, almost feel cheated out of it. Sigh!

I realized something about myself while writing an email today. Dealing with an intense situation, I realized my inadequacies. I am incapable of dealing with stress now, I just do away with it. Basically what I am reluctantly trying to say is I am scared of pain and I just don't let it come into existence. It's not a sign of strength, it's just a sign that I have found a technique that works. That's all.

So with that said, I decided to end my day on a high. Mutton curry. A satisfied stomach is equal to a happy Binoy.

Question

I live in a town-home and my room overlooks the Rocky Mountains. As you might have guessed, the sunset from my room is phenomenal.I can see the sun going down into the mountains as I write this and I am noticing something very peculiar. It's not setting where it usually does. About 10-15 degrees towards the North-West (if I set west as where it usually sets). Has the earth tilted a bit around its axis? Or is this one of the things that happens with living in a Geoid-shaped Earth?

Any astrologers/astrophysicists out there? (or someone with a different title who is supposed to know this?)

Communnect!

As promised, March 22nd has come and it's live! We're up and running. Alright back up a bit, Ashish and myself have, at long last, decided to come together and start our own company. Something we have been aching to do for a while now. With all humility, I am extremely thankful for supporting this random blog by a random guy, all the emails and comments. I am humbled.

Hold on, I ain't going away but you will see a lot of my efforts now being directed towards our new venture which goes by the name Communnect http://communnect.com .By the same token, I will keep all my quirkiness related posts over here. Alright back to Communnect.

Communnect is a start-up firm. We are trying to set up a business that will eventually deal with all and any (and every, while we're at it) aspect of communication. But to start with, we're focused on talking about four things.

One, we are going to be talking about firms that are helping us communicate better. Any technology, tool, software or physical product that helps us yammer at the world - we'll have someone working on it.

Second, we'll talk about how to go about writing and presenting things in a way that makes sense. Sense to the people who are in the audience, that is. Right from home movies that elicit "Awwwwws!" to a fancy schmancy presentation that gets you a promotion ahead of everybody else - all comes under this heading.

Third, about training. Sites, places and sources where you can brush up skills for free, and ways to do the whole thing perfectly if you want it done offline, and in your firm/school/club. What kind of training? Any kind. The content doesn't really matter - how you go about it does, from our viewpoint.

Fourth, we'll try and make the internet a simpler world. Cull out the confusion and leave in the clarity. Tips and tricks in Gmail, ways in which you can block Farmville (if you want to) and stuff like that.

Why are we doing it at all?

• Because we want to do something of our own.
• Because we want to be rich.
  

So if you have time to spare, and a left button to click, go here, and let us know what you think.

The Final Stretch

I am kinda starting to get goosebumps. Just a week to go. I am bracing myself for sleepless nights, if need be.

I've never been so motivated to work before. God, give me one more amazingly productive week.
This is it!

Adrenaline!

The rush is unbelievable. You have to be there right in the middle of things, working through the frustrations and the highs to really experience it. This entire experience in itself is a blessing. I am literally breathing it.

What am I talking about? March 22nd everything will be revealed.
Till soon.

Give me a "C", Give me an "O" ...

14 more days. I need to up my efforts, and above all I need God to be with me.

Daunting? Yeah.
Exciting? Heck Yeah.

Haan fir!

Dave comes to Portland

If any of you'll were ever in doubt about the master, here's some more:

Stay or Leave

So Damn Lucky

Horizons

Played probably my best football in a while and equally tiring one at that. Time to bid farewall to Horizon's, one of the best places I have stayed at.

Done with another episode. Adios!

Oh Yeah!

Finally ALIVE... and kicking!

Bhaisaab! Haan fir!

I'm getting back to simplicity. It's the only way I know that works.

My city was attacked. I was shocked, disgusted. German Bakery will continue to be one of our common hangouts. Life moves on. Those jerks who did it will realize one day what a gigantic waste of life/intelligence/existence they are. I see the political malfunctions playing the same blame game all over again. Stupidity has no cure.

German Bakery will continue to be part of Pune's biggest landmarks.
I'll confirm that. Till soon.

Neha Magar

Neha is one of the sweetest humans, if not the sweetest human being I know.

Thank you.

ATTN: We Hauv Bhaat We Hauv

Remember when I said in April of '08 that I could finally see myself making my way back. How about now feeling the finish line up close? :)

Sincerely,
Punekar

Fever. Sore Throat. Ulcer.
Work sucks. All my hard work might just get reset in the coming weeks.
I learnt to eat dinner from the left side of my mouth.
It's freezing outside.
There are some days when don't care just doesn't work.
Either I need to take don't care to a new level (I think that's beyond me) or I need to sleep it off (that might work for my fever too).

Nothing is foolproof.

It's 1:52 AM. Ideally ...

Its 1:52 AM. Ideally what I would've liked to do is to make a couple of phone calls, 2-3 bikes, off to Bombay. Just because. Also since it was Dennis' birthday yesterday, I would've liked to have done it yesterday.

Most likely we would've stopped at Lonavla or Khandala to see the sunrise, a cutting chai and then continued to Andheri East. And since we've come to the city, might as well continue our ride all the way till Marine Drive.

Next Weekend: It's 1:52 AM. Ideally what I would've liked to do is make a couple of phone calls, 2-3 bikes, off to Goa ...

Doctor Cometh :)

After 5 years, I will be meeting a very dear friend of mine. Sure we met on and off when I went to India on vacation but that can hardly be defined as meeting up. She is one of the precious few people who can really brighten up my day by merely speaking to her. We haven't been in touch, and for a change I am not the one to blame but what matters is come January 31st - February 6th, we will try and get back lost time.

I can't thank God enough for the friends He has given me.

Trying to recuperate from the football session. I knew I was overplaying, but still I continued. It's football, after all. Now I need to recover before Thursday night's session. Just like old times, only this time I don't have to hide my injuries, muscle pulls from mom. There were times in school when I would sprain my leg in a match and go back the next day to play with my sore leg. The previous night when everyone's sleeping, I would slowly sneak into the bathroom and get a bucket of warm water to dip my leg in it, get the blood flowing. Sustained effort for about an hour and then prepare ice packs to tie to my leg and sleep. Next morning walk straight in front of mom. fight through the pain. Just a matter of getting my ass to the ground, get the pain-killer spray and play the match.

There are just too much adventures and little pleasures when a kid. I miss them.

158th Post

I am not supposed to like "Tum Mile". Especially since I absolutely dislike Emraan Hashmi. The man cannot act (ok maybe a lil) , dance or have a personality. A very ordinary movie, very ordinary story and above all it stars Emraan Hashmi, exactly the kind of movie I am not supposed to like.

But still I liked the movie, maybe because of the songs, maybe not. You cannot always be objective about things. Some things just are. Like my love for football. I cannot objectively explain what does football have to do with happiness. But some things just are.

Gee!! I am so judgmental :)

What do you do when you hear an Indian, or rather once an Indian mutter, "Gee, that's a nice pic!!"

One, you laugh, second you think he/she is gay.

"Gee, mate" "Gee!!" Seriously?? Does that expression come naturally to you?

Imagine this, you are born and brought up in this state called Maharashtra, the mother tongue being Marathi, which according to me has the ghatiest touch/accent to it (no offense, I am the proud owner of one too) and now 3-4 years down the line, in this country called USA, you hear the same person saying, "Gee, that's a nice pic!!"

I am sure there is a ghati Maharashtrian out there who just turned in his bed muttering, "Gee-chya...."

I heard this today and it took me completely by surprise. In US, one out of every four women physically abuse their partner/husband. Yeah, you read it just right. Apparently 20 years back (thereabouts) the ratio was 1:10 and now it's 1:4. According to the psychologist being interviewed, this number is skewed since the number is based on reported cases, quite a large number of men might not be reporting it out of sheer embarrassment.

I was quite taken aback when I heard this. Not because a woman can't beat up a man, but just that there are so many stereotypical stuff that is just assumed in life and stats like these come as a real eye-opener. I am not trying to trash womankind, I am against any form of violence or physical abuse, period but if I have to a step back, stereotyping is something that happens to everyone unknowingly and I am so much of a believer in not stereotyping but in spite of that, it just happens. Some situations, people that come to my mind and I have, at a later stage, figured not to stereotype are:

1. A sick person (terminal case types) is subject to sympathy and cannot think wrong/evil/selfish (you get the point)
2. The leader is the strongest person in the team and he can make no mistakes.
3. Pastors are perfect, in other words they are not humans.

I have a lot more that comes to mind but those could be controversial. Every now and then when one of those stereotypical spell is broken, I am amazed at how we tend to unknowingly set assumptions and have our sub-conscience make conclusions and store it in our CPU's.

I wonder how many more are there to be broken, but hopefully I am becoming a better/unbiased person as time passes.

Someone said "Darn those trees" was good ol' times

I have not quite comes to terms with when and how last decade went by. Agreed a lot has happened but yaar a decade, a DECADE!! which is 10 years, just like that... gone. Seems like yesterday when all those computer geeks were figuring out the Y2K deal. Y2K came and went and just like that 10 years have passed.

Kya yaar, somehow doesn't seem fair I ain't getting back those years. Seems like I have been in the US for eternity and it was really in 2005 that I came to this side of the world. All this time crap is bakwaas yaar. Whoever put that 2010 next decade thought in my head is an evil evil human being. I was blissfully unaware and incognizant of the year and it was meant to be just another new year up until now. Worst of all I don't know why I am writing about it.

By the way, why are the 3 idiots team and Chetan Bhagat bickering? Just chill na. There is a much deeper, profound issue I am dealing with, no?

I think I might delete this post at some point later.