I am Secure

This post was pending for quite a time now. This post deals with my observation on the security of we Indian at the various point of life.

My First point of observation was at the Bangalore Airport. It was at the Arrival terminal of the HAL airport . I was waiting for the my parents to land. Just to find out there is just a constable manning the exit gate. That too not so much active. I have noticved him when i crossed the gate and he came running after me saying “Saar, Yelli? Ticket Idya?” (Sir! where to? you have ticket?). Just think any one can enter the airport. For the unknown the airport is the only airport which serves as both Civil and Defense airport.

The second time it was at the VVIP god of the India. Yeah it was at Tirupati. The place where you have to pay measly sum of 50 rupees for the famous prasad and faster line to have a glimpse of the God. The place is manned ,once again, by a lone constable who frisk you in the most boring way you can think. Than there is a metal detector which is i am not sure works. And even if it works than also no1 can be caught.  For the simple reason at one go at least 5-10 people cross the metal detector.

Than there is the long line which the people go in. There is no way a person gone in leave without getting shoved pused and having a glimps of the god. Its very much like a one way road, except its for human, there are no exit paths and its more than a kilometer long.

The third was when i was traveling from one point of bangalore to another point. and to my surprise the i was stuck at one of the traffic signal for more than 45minutes. the reason some political hunchos was traveling on the opposite direction and traffic was halted on all the other lane except the one the political guy (Read Fucker) was travelling. I ask are the people of india scuh a shit that they are amde to made for hours for such an ass holes security.

This New Year.

HappyKitten pinged me yesterday and asked me about how was my new year n how is my life going?Here you go people the detail new year eve and the days after that.

The new year eve was an eventful night. I went to one of the new years party where Stags were allowed. but i never knew that there were so many stags in bangalore that it will take a whole hour to get inside. Once inside it was more crowded in than it was outside. On top of that the food was over and the free beer counter was being broken. so i planned to return home just to find that my roomies have left for joy ride across the town. Therefor i was sitting alone at my house and celebrated New year alone. 

Some good news. Joined a start-up company as a MAC OS X Developer. It was a start-up that gave me a chance to start up again. But all I had to do was to quit it and join  another one( I went just 5 days). My new employers don’t work on mac. They are a mobile communication company. The reason was not money. It was job security.

Some of you  may had problems accessing my site. It was all because my host had some sort of server issues. Thanks Vignesh and Viswas for the notification. Just now I found out that the site host were upgrading their server and due to the same the problems was raised. In the process the guys have deleted some of my post and by gods grace i had the backup of the same. so it was a matter of seconds that i have all back here. if there are any issue again. do let me know. 

A crying cribbing weekend.

The last i was cried twice. and cribbed more than that.Let me tell you the whole story. I bought a Brand new Nokia E65 for my dad (using his card :P)  in the month of November. it turned out that the pone had some problem and it went to Offline mode. So it was dutifully given to the Nokia Care @ kolkata for repair. Just to know that the phone is not repairable. Now comes the intresting part. “Nokia India” has a policy in which the they let the guys at decide what to do with the cell phone. and most of the time the nokia care guys give you a replacement phone. If you think its a brand new piece than you are wrong they give you a refurbished set. You call it my luck!! The set that the nokia guys returned to my dad is more than 6 month old. and looks dirty than his 1 year old Nokia 1100. Here is the conclusion in the matter.1. Nokia makes buggy sets and sell them to customer for hefty (for a premium) price.2. when the customer goes for the repair he is handed old piece and the buggy piece goes back for the sale. 3. On calling the customer you are greeted with a voice like that of a landlord to his tenant after 3rd of non payment.  Nokia has the worst customer care in where the guys are rude and are not ready to listen to what the client says and go on like a tape recorder!!From now on i will say no to NO-kia. iPhone here i come. (Apple has the best costumer support in the world)This week end i saw two movies both has two thing common. First both had child actor having reel age of 8 years. second both the movies made me Cry. Before you comment WTF you are guy and guys don’t cry. well i cry.In TZP i cried when the title song started. I didn’t cried at the end but i cried when i saw there are so many children and there are so few to help them. and i cried when i watched the bubbly movie called “The Game Plan” i cried because i in some way missed my parents. (ask anyone who lived in hostel how much they miss there parents.)

KlueLess

Caution: If you are neck deep in work  than don’t read any further. You might get addicted. I take no responsibility of lack of effort put by you towards work after reading this Post.Few days back i was playing Klueless3. For unknown its a online puzzle run by the IIM Indore, for their annual fest IRIS. It’s a simple game, in which the user to find 30 webpages. Your are given the link to first page and you are off. Each page has got a hint and you have to crack the hints and move onto next page.  Not a big deal!! is it?? Well  it took me more than 3 jobless weeks to solve it.  For more info  visit the site. Click here or copy and paste the following link in your browser http://www.iimi-iris.com/iris-2007/irising/klueless3 For those who wanna see my name as the finisher can visit the hall of fame and view my name at number 372. 🙂 Go Ahead and take the challenge!! Best Of Luck.   IF you are really screwed and need my help. mail me. i will try to help you with a hint but nothing much.. 

Ten things I miss having in my life now

 

I have been tagged by one of the reader, renamed from “Honey Bee” to, “Bee, Honey Bee” (a la – Bond, James Bond estyle)

1.                  Those school prayers where we used o recite Sanskrit shlokas. I still remember studing in Sarasawati Shishu Mandir at my native village where we used to sing “Shanti Path” (peace hymn). It gave internal peace than the prayer sung at my English medium school. Though some of them were at par with the Sanskrit shlokas. Like Rabindra nath thakurs – Where mind is without fear.

 2.                  The times when the whole class was your friend. Those school days where love was what you did to your class teacher than to your classmate. When the person who shared his/her lunch box with you was your best friend. The only difference between a girl and boy was of skirt and shorts

 3.                  I was send to hostel when I was in class 4th (the same way my elder sis and bro were sent off). So I don’t know what does it takes to stay at home and get the love of mom and dad. If given a chance I would love to stay with mom and dad. But if you ask me what I will do with my kid. I will surely send them to hostel

 4.                  Those hormonal effects when you reach middle school. Those crush, proposals and rejections. I was one of those normal guys and so was my crush. IT happened when I was old enough to know more difference between a guy and gal. It was a one sided affair went on for 6 months after that she left the school :).

 5.                  No I can forget the hostel days. So was I. Those friends and those pranks you play and the times you bullied you juniors and times you were bullied. To bunk the hostel walls and go and watch the movies.

 6.                  Those measly pocket money you get every week end. And trips to the Local Guardian’s place on outings days,

 7.                  Coming down to college and a new smell of freedom. Bunking classes were much easier than taking a sick leave.

 8.                  Those weekend birthday parties where booze was an essential item. It was the time when food was surplus and booze was scarce.

 9.                  College never gave the exam blues as much it was in school. The study was the first priority in school days and it become the last when I came down to college. Marks 71% in 10th, 61 in 12th, and 57 in college is a sure shot sign of that.

 10.              For reasons unknown to me I still miss my school days more than my college days.