This post is another crib series which i felt is long due.. its about the two things which i hate the most. one of them is Autos of bangalore. The most irritating and frustrating guys we have to meet each day. They have the meters tempered, ask more extra fare and crib when we reach our destination. Just thing the autos opt to run empty but they will take you as a fare only if you will cough up the extortion money they ask.
For e.g. the general auto fare to my office comes to 29rs from the point i generally board them. One i was running late so had to agree to paying “10 Rupees extra sir” and upon reaching office the meter was reading 45rs. and i had to pau 10 bucks extra. WTF. asking for extra money on tempred meter.
The other who can make you feel the same way and don’t even come to face to face with you. They are the credit card to the medical insurance seller. Most of the time i come up with a new excuse. some of them are
- Just now i have filled the form
- I have applied yesterday
- I have your card
- I am HIV+ (To medical insurance)
- This is police he has committed suicide yesterday.
- I am in a meeting call me later
- Simply disconnect.
- I am jobless or student
There are few more i will add later
For those who don’t know what does the above word means than please come to Bangalore by an aeroplane and you will hit on the face by the new bug taken over the city. Confusing!! It’s was the biggest news after the Karnatka Elections, Metro, Road Jam, Night Life (which ends at 11PM sharp).
I am talking about the new Bangaluru International Airport Limited. The airport was scheduled to be kick off on 29th of march but took its flight on 24th of may, full 2 month after the schedule. It was not because that there were some delay in completing the project but it was the breaucacy which marred the inaugration of the airport.
I was there at the airport on 25th may. The second day after the BIAL was officiallly inaugrated and the place was buzzing with people. Here are some of the obsevations i had when i was standing outside the great entrance door. (i am yet to pass throught them..)
- There is lots of empty space to stand and wait for the people. At the old airport people had to stand in rain/sun while waiting for the people they have come to receive
- You can actually have something to eat as there are few shops just outside the airport. including subway, baskin robins, katti zone and some chat shop. (Price just to pinch youa bit. Nothing much)
- They have forgotten sitting for peoplestanding outside.
- Cleaing would be an issue they have got these huge cleaing cart but the waste been was bubbling with the litter. They must have some more waste bins.
- This was something i never saw at any airport (or may have not noticed). They have got a weighing machine installed just outside departure gate. In case you are travelling over weight you can always do some last minute changes. Kudos for thinking about this.
- AC VOLVO buses from the airport to some major points in the city.
- No autos allowed. So no more nuicence of fighting with autowala’s. The charge the same as the taxi.
Rest when I visit the airport from inside. which will be soon as i am leaving for my native to meet my parents and eat some mangos and leechi (lyche) on 6th and will be back on 15th night so no blogs till that time.
P.S. -> Will try to post from my native if the dear BSNL dial up allowed me to do the same.
This post has nothing to do with my getting a bachelor’s degree or getting married but just to tell the world that i have succesfully completed 25 years of my life, which means that i have lived the Brahmacharya period of my life and now stepped into Grihastha. (Mom dad are you listening). Yup its my Happy Birthday To You today and i turn 25 years. As far as party goes please come down with a really costly and see you at the nearby Darshini for a Cup of Coffee.
In the last weeks my friends ask me what do u do at the office. And my reply is warming my back in the AC cooled room. For those who never got the meaning I am on the bench. Well those who think bench is the best place on the earth and there is nothing better than bench. You don’t have to do anything just sit, surf, read a book and go home early. But what about getting bored. Where you are alone and people in the next cubicle is working. So guys who think bench is the best place think again!!! cos you are right!! It is indeed the best place.
How many of you have seen a software engineer coming home at 6 o’ clock in the evening. None. If you have seen one he/she must be on the bench. I know how good bench feels. You can chat for long hours without any dead lines, except its time to go home. You take a break from coffee machine and not a break for coffee. You can come late and go early. Lunch hour is of one hour and sometimes you can stretch it a bit more and no one will complain.
If you are really bored than you can have your creative juices flow and write a blog just like the way I am doing at present. And if the money of you have received as so called salary is more than you can spend. Than use the precious band width of the company and become a stock market player. Start earning a little more. It would be an extra income without any problem!! Those who are bit plump go ahead and learn a new game. That could be either TT, football, basketball, Chess (against a human) as most of the IT companies have got at least one of the game. Attend gym if there is one. And yes you have time so downlaod some music so that when you are in project you can listen to music when the boss is shouting his heart out.
So those who think they are on bench and having a bad time guys wake up. It’s the golden period and please don’t waste it getting boring.
BTW I have a good news to share by the next week I will be in a project. Bye bye bench. It was the worst time alone sitting.
This is just what I believe about my life. Sometimes when I think about it I feel what an ass I have been to play with so and the next second I think whatever I have done is correct either it was love, friends, education, investment, job or anything in between.
Some of you may say that my last post was about what all we think and how our life should be. But guys forget it not that we often look back and cherish that happy moments, cry on those sad moments but its not always but just once in a while. So it was one of those days when I was thinking how have I fared in life.
Than came this realization that I have hurt of loads people down the lane. One of them was a Dream. It was the time when Google Mail was the new kid on the block and yahoo was the biggest star on the horizon. Half of the world thought that yahoo and msn chat is best thing happened to us after telephone J, including yours truly. I was in my 3rd year of engineering and the yahoo chat rooms recorded much more attendance than college classes. It was not just type and talk chat but it was full duplex voice chat (sometimes I love those techie jarons). Most of us used to play antrashri and talk out heart out. There I met this girl who had a chat id not so common.
She had a name, which meant Dream and it was truly like dream that I met someone online and talked. It was fun and than I started getting calls. The numbers from which the calls came was unknown to me but the voices were known. They were the same people who I have met online and talked and one of them was Dream. The same Dream I have talked to and wanted to see in life. But as the saying goes “ man proposed and god deposed” it was same with me some problem and we parted out ways without meeting.
So a story long forgotten remain in the Dream and I became a Dreamer. Thank you my Dream where ever you are. Sorry for whatever I have wrong.