I have been travelling to this city since I was,like,3. So getting adjusted to the place is not tough for me. I was homesick for about a week. Now I'm loving it here. Ofcourse, my mum is sonsick! ;) She cries every time I leave.
The conductors here are crazy. Everytime I supply exact change, they have an orgasm. Change is hard to find! One of them told me that the last time someone paid him with more than 5 Re1 coins was way back in 1994 when he had just joined the service.
The roommate has now brought in his computer and plays music loudly, till 1 AM while practising C programming. Guess what he listens to at full volume?
AKON!! (Imagine Akon on full volume while trying to catch some sleep in room brightly lit with tubelights with tip-tap-tip-tap typing sound in the background. Christ, kill me now!)
And he doesn't reduce the volume on request. Unfortunately for me and fortunately for his skinny ass, I don't want to end up fighting.
My manager is the grumpiest creature on earth. And she likes to shout. Just to establish her superiority I suspect. If you can hear voice, then you know you are within a kilometer of her cabin.
An interesting fact. The guys here think I'm decent. Muhahahahaha!!! (Good thing they don't know where Im blogging)
But I like the people in this place, even my roommates. Yes. These are nice people(even though they play music loudly). No hard feelings anywhere. Hopefully, this is something that is not just one the surface.
Im beginning to wonder if I am supposed to be feeling stressed out, because everybody else around me are complaining of stress. But what the hell?
Btw, I am so disconnected with the world till I return home. Do you know they got free internet in Singapore? I'm so fuckin jealous!
Its when you come here that the reality finally hits you that there is no REAL going back home. 40 hours visits to home doesn't really count as a return. This is the end of life as I have known it. Beginning of how it will be maybe for the next 20 years.
I can almost taste the raw mud as I sniff the hot air, which announces the arrival of summer. The fragrance, which once meant that exams were over and the sky was the limit for the next two months. Summer Vacations. I can still smell the summer in the air..but there are no vacations. Downside of being an adult that I always wanted to be.
Coming to being an adult. I am often caught laughing my heart out. Jumping around the corridors. Sometimes even making odd, weird faces at the security cameras. Playing with the rotating workstation chairs. Only to suddenly realise I am not supposed to be doing things like this anymore. You feel so stupid when you realise you are being silly.
Im a fine adult alright. And my dog Pluto is the queen of England. Please God, shower me with some maturity.
Grown up or not, I think my trasition process is almost over, I know my way around my place, I know my way around my daily chores here, I know my way around all the people I meet. There is just that feeling of that something that I have yet to finish, I just don't know what! [Maybe it will be a part of LIT-III]
Sunday 28 February 2010
Saturday 27 February 2010
The Great Bus robbery
1800hrs
23-Feb-2010
~12.9,77.6
Waiting for a bus
6:05:00 PM My bus arrives with a LOT OF PEOPLE in it and I get in.
6:05:05 PM Im chatting with my mate on SMS as I wait for the conductor on the footboard
6:05:15 PM My cellphone still in my hands, I pay the conductor for my ticket while still standing on the footboard
6:05:20 PM I put my cellphone in my pocket, feel it with my hands from outside once, and grip a bar to pull myself upto the center of the bus from the footboard.
6:06:00 PM Cellphone STOLEN!
6:06:02 PM I realise my cellphone is missing when I check my pockets again.
6:06:20 PM A gentlemen is standing next to me listening to music on HIS phone, I snatch the phone from him, and dial my own number
" Error in Network Connection "
6:06:25 PM I ask the conductor to shut the door
6:06:30 PM Doors shut
6:06:35 PM I start shouting at the top of my voice at the whole crowd. In fact, I shout so loud (Those of you who have heard me can imagine..) the driver slams on the brakes and the bus jerks to a halt.
6:06:40 PM Another guy realises his phone is missing. Starts pleading to the thief to return his SIM...atleast.
6:07:00 PM I'm still shouting. "If I frisk you and find my cell, I'll this, I'll that..."
6:07:02 PM Thief realises his game is up.
6:07:05 PM Something falls on the floor *THUD*
6:07:10 PM My cellphone is found in parts all over the floor of the bus and is gathered by the other people and given to me. Nobody saw who threw it.
6:10:00 PM I'm still shouting at Mr.Thief to return the other guys cellphone. The other guy...is busy calling his own number. I have my doubts on a boy in a blue shirt and start giving him a real cold stare wondering how to ask him if I could frisk him.
He, probably realising what I was thinking, puts his hands inside his pockets and produces a brand new BlackBerry and shows it to me with shivering hands. Now this guy didn't look like he could buy a normal calculator on EMI, let alone a blackberry. Even though looks can be decieving, my doubts in this guy were solidified. Before I could ask him to empty all his pockets, the call from the other victim is received, on his own number.
"Hello?"
"Sir you have my phone"
"Is that so?..."
"Sir where are you? I'll come and get it from you"
"Im at [Stop 11]"
"Stay there Sir, Im coming"
And he jumps out of the door and dashes in the opposite direction. FOOL! He himself got into the bus on Stop 12, which was long after Stop 11, how could the cellphone or the theif be there? I was shouting at him to stop, but all in vain.
Also, when my cellphone was thrown back onto the floor by Mr.Thief, it was, say, stop 20.
Idiots I say! And thats one smart thief. He flicked my phone in under 20 seconds. Some talent.
But that's one smart thief, outsmarted. I got my cellphone back!
23-Feb-2010
~12.9,77.6
Waiting for a bus
6:05:00 PM My bus arrives with a LOT OF PEOPLE in it and I get in.
6:05:05 PM Im chatting with my mate on SMS as I wait for the conductor on the footboard
6:05:15 PM My cellphone still in my hands, I pay the conductor for my ticket while still standing on the footboard
6:05:20 PM I put my cellphone in my pocket, feel it with my hands from outside once, and grip a bar to pull myself upto the center of the bus from the footboard.
6:06:00 PM Cellphone STOLEN!
6:06:02 PM I realise my cellphone is missing when I check my pockets again.
6:06:20 PM A gentlemen is standing next to me listening to music on HIS phone, I snatch the phone from him, and dial my own number
" Error in Network Connection "
6:06:25 PM I ask the conductor to shut the door
6:06:30 PM Doors shut
6:06:35 PM I start shouting at the top of my voice at the whole crowd. In fact, I shout so loud (Those of you who have heard me can imagine..) the driver slams on the brakes and the bus jerks to a halt.
6:06:40 PM Another guy realises his phone is missing. Starts pleading to the thief to return his SIM...atleast.
6:07:00 PM I'm still shouting. "If I frisk you and find my cell, I'll this, I'll that..."
6:07:02 PM Thief realises his game is up.
6:07:05 PM Something falls on the floor *THUD*
6:07:10 PM My cellphone is found in parts all over the floor of the bus and is gathered by the other people and given to me. Nobody saw who threw it.
6:10:00 PM I'm still shouting at Mr.Thief to return the other guys cellphone. The other guy...is busy calling his own number. I have my doubts on a boy in a blue shirt and start giving him a real cold stare wondering how to ask him if I could frisk him.
He, probably realising what I was thinking, puts his hands inside his pockets and produces a brand new BlackBerry and shows it to me with shivering hands. Now this guy didn't look like he could buy a normal calculator on EMI, let alone a blackberry. Even though looks can be decieving, my doubts in this guy were solidified. Before I could ask him to empty all his pockets, the call from the other victim is received, on his own number.
"Hello?"
"Sir you have my phone"
"Is that so?..."
"Sir where are you? I'll come and get it from you"
"Im at [Stop 11]"
"Stay there Sir, Im coming"
And he jumps out of the door and dashes in the opposite direction. FOOL! He himself got into the bus on Stop 12, which was long after Stop 11, how could the cellphone or the theif be there? I was shouting at him to stop, but all in vain.
Also, when my cellphone was thrown back onto the floor by Mr.Thief, it was, say, stop 20.
Idiots I say! And thats one smart thief. He flicked my phone in under 20 seconds. Some talent.
But that's one smart thief, outsmarted. I got my cellphone back!
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What the hell??
Tuesday 9 February 2010
Sunday 7 February 2010
Lost in Transition
The start:
I now wake up early in the morning. I leave home at around 8:30, reach my destination at around 9
The Companions:
Studious people around me, after all this while, still manage to make me feel like Im doing nothing.
I just wonder sometimes, if they are so studious, what are they doing here?
The enivronment:
Neat. Love it. LOVVEE it.
The room-mates:
#1: He doesn't believe in bathing everyday. Nuff said.
#2: This guy is someone I knew way back in my Pre-University days. He was a friend of a friend of a friend of mine and used to eat at the same place I used to. When I met him recently I remembered that I knew him long long ago, once upon a time, in a land far awar and he finally ended up being my room-mate.
The day we shifted, he completely threw me off my comfort zone by saying "All this is amazing, I had never thought I will ever see you again after CET, now look at where life has brought me, I am your room-mate"
Not being able to deal with such an embarrassing situation I just kept interaction with him to a minimum(which I accept is bad) and now he thinks I am a snob.
The One Cute Chick:
Why are all cute chicks dumb?
The Beautiful City:
Uhhhhh! Dhool, Mitti, Paseena. Mechanical lives of a Million Money Making Machines. Is there anybody who lives a life here? Show me them!
I don't seem to have enough time to appreciate the beauty of the city. Once very green (as I remember it from over a decade ago) now not so much.
The coffee:
I realise my addiction to coffee is much worse than I had feared. I just can't quit. On an average I consumed about 50-80gms of coffee. Now I tried to quit, and I cant.
S'pose I don't get coffee on a particular day, I get so drowsy, that people think Im drunk. If I fight the sleep, I get a terrible headache.
Thank God coffee is free. (Thank you God for Coffee, Chocolate and Cricket)
The Internet:
No more internet, must explain why the blog looks like its dying...
I thought of carrying my laptop, but its a very personal belonging. I can't risk it with roomates, one of who doesn't bathe everyday and the other who is waiting to murder me for being arrogant.
Will try to be more regular here from now.
The friends:
I miss my friends. I miss my chats. I miss cricket. I miss everything.
The dusk:
I want the day to end early, but it doesn't. What with all the studious people around me and all. Lights are on for like forever until almost the sun comes out. And then ofcourse, the sun DOES come out, so mera kamre main andhera kabhi nahin.
If you have been following my write-ups a long time, you will know I can't sleep with lights on.
All in all, I'm just another brick in the wall...atleast for the time being. Albeit a satified brick.
I now wake up early in the morning. I leave home at around 8:30, reach my destination at around 9
The Companions:
Studious people around me, after all this while, still manage to make me feel like Im doing nothing.
I just wonder sometimes, if they are so studious, what are they doing here?
The enivronment:
Neat. Love it. LOVVEE it.
The room-mates:
#1: He doesn't believe in bathing everyday. Nuff said.
#2: This guy is someone I knew way back in my Pre-University days. He was a friend of a friend of a friend of mine and used to eat at the same place I used to. When I met him recently I remembered that I knew him long long ago, once upon a time, in a land far awar and he finally ended up being my room-mate.
The day we shifted, he completely threw me off my comfort zone by saying "All this is amazing, I had never thought I will ever see you again after CET, now look at where life has brought me, I am your room-mate"
Not being able to deal with such an embarrassing situation I just kept interaction with him to a minimum(which I accept is bad) and now he thinks I am a snob.
The One Cute Chick:
Why are all cute chicks dumb?
The Beautiful City:
Uhhhhh! Dhool, Mitti, Paseena. Mechanical lives of a Million Money Making Machines. Is there anybody who lives a life here? Show me them!
I don't seem to have enough time to appreciate the beauty of the city. Once very green (as I remember it from over a decade ago) now not so much.
The coffee:
I realise my addiction to coffee is much worse than I had feared. I just can't quit. On an average I consumed about 50-80gms of coffee. Now I tried to quit, and I cant.
S'pose I don't get coffee on a particular day, I get so drowsy, that people think Im drunk. If I fight the sleep, I get a terrible headache.
Thank God coffee is free. (Thank you God for Coffee, Chocolate and Cricket)
The Internet:
No more internet, must explain why the blog looks like its dying...
I thought of carrying my laptop, but its a very personal belonging. I can't risk it with roomates, one of who doesn't bathe everyday and the other who is waiting to murder me for being arrogant.
Will try to be more regular here from now.
The friends:
I miss my friends. I miss my chats. I miss cricket. I miss everything.
The dusk:
I want the day to end early, but it doesn't. What with all the studious people around me and all. Lights are on for like forever until almost the sun comes out. And then ofcourse, the sun DOES come out, so mera kamre main andhera kabhi nahin.
If you have been following my write-ups a long time, you will know I can't sleep with lights on.
All in all, I'm just another brick in the wall...atleast for the time being. Albeit a satified brick.
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