Handwriting during exam
February 6, 2009Getting bored…
February 1, 2009Life has again come to a standstill with my schedule again becoming sort of static
A typical week day
9:00 – 9:30 reach office
12:45 – lunch
5:30-6:30 gym
6:30/7:00 – 9:00 Pool
9:00 – 12:00 – dinner, TMkOC (taarak mehta ka ooltah chashma), general tp
And hence the reason for me to question my existence and reason of this life…!!! So just came up with an impromptu to-do list to spice… naah… shake up the things. Again there are so many things to do but somehow I get lost in deciding from where to start
. Again this is a list which i am sharing and my actual to-do, if you know me, is much different
- wait for the D-day – sometime in March (what’s this D-day… let’s wait for it)
- organize the thousands of songs (again this is in my to-do since eternity… donno when will it be done)
- pain a couple of people
– did it but no response… assuming now it really pained them
- write the travelogue (hyd-bidar-hyd)
- probably write a couple of blog posts
Again a lots of things need to be done… and what, when and how… I don’t know.
* something which I ain’t comfortable with sharing with the World/ blogosphere
Finally the loyalty pays :P/ Now everything is equal
December 12, 2008Now why everything is equal… well again for those who know me, I sort of wasted my 30k some 1.5 years back. So, this was sort of make up for that and my balance now is neither red nor green due to my idiotic mistake. And this means a lot to me. And again this is third thing after INPhO & Wien PT, I was sort of happy for… again those who know me… it’s hard for me to be happy
My first job… was that of a waiter
September 17, 2008Those were the days when Indian markets were just opened, Babri was demolished, and video games were something new for the Indians. I had this thing for these machines from the very beginning but thanks to our Crown TV, which always went out of order when anything starting with V was attached to it – my parents never bought it. Two such experiences were good enough for us to not use a VCR or Video Game with it for next 16 years (and still counting). They compensated for this by buying me a Casio handheld game called Funny Waiter (not to be confused with brick games which flooded the market after some 4 years) when we went to Madras which looked like this.

Though I believe, it was probably smuggled maal – reason nothing specific – just a gut feeling knowing the nature of Indian market. Anyway, let us not divert form the real point. That game was one of the best things I have owned and it seems that I’ll never forget about it. Though this is a different thing that I can recall 90% of the games/ toys I have had but still this one was special in the sense it was a new thing in the market, first electronic game for me and as I said earlier, I have some thing for such stuffs.
There are just two things I think whenever thought about this game comes to me –
The game cost was Rs. 200. I just wonder in ’91 my parents buying me such a costly toy though that is a different story that I generally didn’t use to ask for anything. But still, I really feel so much privileged when I think of such a game.
What if I would be having that game now – how much could it have fetched me. Going by the eBay prices for similar games it could have probably fetched me something from $50 to $200 (Rs. 2000 – Rs 8000). One of the best investments my parents could have made.
Anyways if some one wants to buy it, I will try to search for the game at my home if the price is right.
The Wonder Years
September 16, 2008I miss those days when friendship meant something, when ego clashes were minimal and when you could say anything to a friend without worrying too much about the consequences. Where have those days gone when you can cry without really feeling weak. How much good was it when you can go to someone for comfort when you are afraid or depressed or whatever, without caring how others will think about you. A time when demands were modest – a maggi in a month, rental video game for just one night in summers, couple of G. I. Joes and some comics, when future meant fantasizing about the adulthood – doing great things and ridding the world of its problems (without having an understanding about them) and when fighting with someone was just a one day affair. Money was nothing but something which your parents gave you for doing some thing. (A typical of my home – points were awarded for doing exercise to grand parents’ seva and at the end of the month those points were translated into money)
How much simple was life in those days when you can like a song not because it had some really nice beautiful lyrics or a scantly clad dancer but because for some weird reasons you simply liked that song. You can watch songs like ‘tip – tip barsa paani’ without thinking about wet Ms. Tandon or something like ‘tu cheez badi hai mast mast’ without feeling embarrassed about the lyrics in those good old days.
Well this was my playlist today – the reason for me going back into those simple days – songs of the late 80’s till mid 90’s.
Anaida-owa, owa
Shweta Shetty-deewane toh deewane hai
Shawa yah gussa ladki ka
Kesariya hai roop maahro
Tu cheez badi hai mast
Chura ke dil mera
Hawa hawa
Amma dekh, tera munda
Tamma tamma loge
I am a bachelor
Patti rap – humse hai muqabla etc.
But I need to download several songs like
Aaja mer gaadi mai baith ja
Bus 1 cup garam –garam chai
Tuna tuna
Tutak tutak tutiya
Gambler – meri marzi, main sab such kahta huun aapki kasam
And umpteen such chindi songs

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