La Vita Bella

I don’t remember the name but some famous athelete once said..

“If you want to win something, run a 100 meter and if you want to experience something run a marathon.”

Hyderabad Half Marathon 2006 was just that, a beautiful experience. The reason marathon is unique from any other sport is that even if you run the race alone, you have a great chance of losing. You don’t have compete with others but with yourself.

It was my first marathon, infact first competitive run of any kind. I was more excited than any other experienced runner. I was a little nervous though. I was not running for the past one month or so, first due to the knee injury and then due to the hectic work schedule.

However I was very sure that I would finish it. The only issue was how should I pace my race. I haven’t practiced enough to get an idea of my stamina. The race started somewhere arround 6:20 AM. Weather was absolutely wonderful (so were the chics out there).. I never knew Hyderabad women are so cute. My mistake!! I never looked beyond the office boundaries.

I started with my office collegues. We started slow. So slow that kids, girls, uncles, aunties…and almost everybody was zooming past us. I never knew that Hyderbad had such a wondeful running spirit.

Anyways I didn’t do any thing extravagant, and continued the way I was running. Slow but steady. At 1Km mark I joined a foreigner couple. They were running with an ok pace. On asking what made them run the Hyderabad Half Marathon, they said they are leaving for US on Monday so they are running this marathon to experiece the city of Hyderabad..The lady asked me…

“By the way.. why are you running???”

“Me..Aaaa..mmmm….I don’t know… I just wana RUN”…. (A typical functor reply)

I was with them for another 3 KM and then first droplet of sweat came out of my forehead. It was an indication that I was in my grove now. I bid goodbye to the couple and moved forward.

Its a little strange that I have been in Hyderabad for a year now , but haven’t been to the historic “Charminar”. Neither have I ever seen the old Hyderabad. But now I was going there on foot!!!

Generally marathon runners prefer running on known tracks but for me its exciting to venture into unkown territories. The beauty of running on new tracks is that you are so engaged in observing the surroundings that you don’t realize you are getting tired. Same thing happened to me. I never knew when I reached “Charminar”.

I thought of taking some water there but poor voluntiers only had Oranges and Glucose. They said they can arrange it. I was not sure if I would get water after this point, so decided to wait. I lost about a minute here, but anyways I was not running for time. My collegues were not vissible now. I grabbed three pouches of water, one for myself and two for them and increased my pace a bit.

Soon, I again got hold of my friends. Gave them some water. I asked the volunteer there, how many KM are over. He had no idea. I checked my stopwatch. I was running for about 62 mins. I guess I was somewhere near the half way mark. It was here I could feel my friends getting a little tired. May be it was my turn to lead and encourage the group. I pushed them a little hard. By this time we were crossing people. Many were just walking and strolling..This was the patch when the race looked a little unenergetic. I gave pat on several backs. Many strolling bodies again started running. Soon I found myself leading a group of about 15.

After a while I could see lot of army cadets. Some were running good and but surprizingly many were tiredly strolling like any civillian. When I encouraged them to run, they were very prompt in replying “OK Saabji” ..But again took to walking after 100 meters or so. With many such small 100m races, with different cadets, soon I joined the much famaliar Tank Band/Necklace Road..From here it was all familiar route for me.. Finally a KM marking was there. It said 7 KM to go..

There was a big group of school boys playing wonderful adrenalin puming band to encourage the runners.. It was so encouraging that I increased my pace and then never felt like slowing down. I checked time.. If I try a little hard I was well within the reach of having  a sub 2:00 hr finish.

By this time the 10KM runners started passing me. Which was another good thing to happen. Many of them were running bare foot, but with atleast 1.5 times my speed. My knees were doing ok. I made full attempt to catch up with them, but failed.

When I looked behind, there was no one. All through the race I felt my friends, and the people I encouraged are running just behind me. But I had no idea where were they gone now. No one was running in my close vicinity. I could only see one girl running a few meters ahead of me. She was the only encouragement till the finish line. But I was really surprised to see a girl running with such a pace.

Whenever I run, the last mile is always the most difficult one. Whether I run 5K, 10KM or 21K, I always see the finish line but the problem is that it never seem to come closer. But I must thank that girl for making the last mile a little less stressful.

Finally we reached the 21 KM mark. She, with a timing of 1 :52:53 and I with a timing of 1:53:02.(As per my stopwatch). Though I was not running for timing, I felt good that I had a sub 2 hr finish in my first Half Marathon.

When I went to collect my certificate, I came to know that the girl with whom I was running actually won a prize. She came 10th in the women’s category. She was an Indian Railways athelete. I congratulated her and more importantly thanked her for pushing me hard.

In between I saw Gopi Chand (The All England Badminton Champion).. I asked him for an autograph.. He smiled and said.. look at your certificate man..Ya there were his signature as “The Chief Technical Officer”.

Between a TV crew came to me, asking me to share my experience with them. It was “Gemini TV”, the famous South Indian channel. It is different thing that I never stay on this channel for more than 3 millisecond. They started asking me questions in Telugu. But I knew only one world of Telugu –”Chipandi”..They guessed my sorry state and shifted to English. Later some telugu friends told me that this interview was telecasted along with their evening news.Though I never had a chance to see myself.

Between my friends also finished the race. Some of my friends who were not running also took pictures of Akshay Kumar and Sameera Reddy and were more excited about that. All and all everybody who was there was Happy.

None of us were running for any prizes..Most of us were only “I don’t know… I just wanna RUN” kinda guys.But we all did better than what were capable of, or rather what we “thought” we were capable of. I guess thats what winning is all about.

Beating your mind.

There are also some pictures here

Finally I too did what men are so infamous for. Never thought that I would or rather I can do it but as the facts stand today, I did it. No matter how morally correct men pretend to be, they just can’t resist their evil temptations. I was no exception that day. I know there would be questions raised on my character and many readers will not come here again but still I have to say it as this is the only place where I am true to myself. So here is another episode from my till recently “beautiful life“.

Readers may know about my new found love for running in Jogger’s Park in the morning wee hours. This incident also took place at that eventful park. Now there is a girl who comes to park daily along with her family. The entire family goes for a long walk around the park and then do some yoga . However my interest lied only in her. I used to watch her fix her hairs which often get messed up after the day’s work out . She couldn’t fix those herself and her mom had to help her most of the times. She wanted to be independent , but just couldn’t . I admired the scene daily. The sweet irritation on her face whenever she tried hard to settle her hairs was what I longed to see.

That day to my surprise she came with a sporty “ponytail”. When she was jogging her pony was bouncing rhythmically with her small strides. I don’t know what happened to the gentleman in me, I went running to her and teasingly gave a slight dab to her pony, making it swing even more. Rest as they say is history.

Half a second later I found her white smiling face turn into dangerously red, another 1/4th second later I could see a big stone in her hand and another 1/8th second later I could see that stone heading towards my head with speed of light [300000000 m/s ].Einstein fans may want to leave here. I was standing five meters away from her, which meant I had only 0.0000000166 seconds to react out of which 0.00000001 seconds were wasted in doing this calculation and the remaining 0.0000000066s in recalling my class 12 lectures which said mass of body becomes infinite at speed of light. Shucks!! Now that stone already looked pretty heavy!!.

Then what happened was pure magic. I proved Einstein and his successors wrong. My hands moved with more than speed of light (don’t ask me how it is possible)and came between the stone and my head. Obviously Einstein forgot to put a constant in his famous equation which said I was my college cricket team wicketkeeper!!. The stone landed safely in my hand. (Well Kept!!)

When I was sure that I was still alive, I felt an increasing pain. It originated from the bottom half of the little finger of my left hand. I misjudged the catch a little. X-Rays showed a small fracture. Girl missed my head but hit me at the place where it hurts me even more. How did she know I spend most of my time before computer??. Mouse always has been a complicated device for me, I always relied on those keyboard shortcuts, but now life would be more of a mouse hunt. My two fingers are tied up in a plaster and I find it difficult to type with the remaining eight. Every time I have to type the letters “A“ or “Q” I am painfully reminded of that girl. Wow!! What a revenge she took!!!

Now I can’t clean my left ear as the swollen up little finger just doesn’t goes in. I can’t smash those buzzing mosquitoes for fear of further damage and worse I can’t even eat with both hands when I am voraciously hungry after the morning run. Moreover the plaster is at such an awkward position that it brakes off at the slightest movement and I have to check up with that illiterate doctor every now and then. He instead of fixing the plaster checks my heartbeat. God knows why? Eventually he wastes my valuable hour or so and asks for 500 bucks for doing nothing.

Now I wonder if an 8 year old kid girl can play such a havoc in my life what can a 20 something girl do?? Probably run a bulldozer over me. Some optimistic well wishers told that an adult Human has 206 bones in his body and out of which I still have 205 intact so technically speaking I can make some more attempts. Well… its true that I proved Einstien wrong but I have no idea if I’ll be able to prove Charles Darwin wrong too.The safer option would be to say NO to eve teasing and the safest I needn’t say you  know it already .

PS:Statistics on human bones are courtesy phoenix -:)

Yesterday was supposed to be a wonderful day for me. It was one of those days when god himself was blessing me. I got to eat a free 6”X 6”chocolate cake all for myself , got the opportunity to kick the nerd who always used to give me the most difficult software to develop and interestingly yesterday was also the rare day when none of my maid servant’s relative died and finally she came to work bang on time!!!. Really a happy situation to be in. But despite all this I went into a mode of depression for reasons not to be written.

Now depression may be normal thing for you guys but for me one full day of depression is like very irritating. I think the longest period I was in depression was for three days when Mom gave sticks on my little butts for calling a cute doll like chick in my class “Darling”. I was only 7 year old then. Since then there were many phases of depression but they hardly lasted rigor of one full day.

I felt like talking to someone, but those geeks at office albeit very nice chaps could have only talked about the “server class loader hierarchy” which would have only increased my depression. I took help of our dear Yahoo Messenger. Now I knew I am horrible when it comes to chatting non technical stuff on IM but still I made an honest attempt to talk to one of my close friend. As always she was being very nice to me but I made the conversation so boring that she was left with no option but to reply in “OK“, “hmmm“, “really!!”, “fine“, “that’s good” etc etc to my long and senseless sentences. I think it was her polite indication that she too was getting irritated with me and my depression. I came home early, ate like a monster and went to bed in a hope that a good sleep would get me out of this unusual feeling. But sadly that depression was still hanging in the morning.

Shit man!! What to do??? What to do??? And there I saw my new pair of Nike shoes. Fifteen seconds later I found myself with my sweetheart on a long drive to KBR Park.

To non-hyderabadi’s KBR National Park is a lush green place on a slightly hilly area circumscribed by a 6km running track.I don’t know if it should be called a forest but it encompasses real natural beauty in all its glory.It was just 6:00 AM but the outside parking area was jammed with the best cars of city. There was no place and I had to park my sweetheart between a Mercedes and a Honda City. It gave me a feeling that a sweet piece of jelly was forcefully sandwiched between two huge tasteless loafs of bread. Anyways KBR park is also the place where the rich, the famous and also the godly Telugu film stars jog. To be honest I was a little excited. “Telugu beauty queen and actress weds a broke jogger” would make an interesting headline.

There were all kinds of people on the jogger’s lane. First eye-catching figure was a woman in her 40s. Silk sari, Rayban goggles, high heel sandals, gold jewelry and a matching mobile glued to her ears. Over and all it looked that she actually wanted to go to shopper’s stop but mistakenly arrived on a jogger’s lane. Next to meet me was Uncle Disuza. Now I don’t know what his real name was but he certainly looked like the typical Uncle Disuza we see in guest appearances in Hindi movies. Dressed in shorts and a tight sport T shirt, he looked awesome. His shoes looked more expensive than mine[Shit !!where did he find those].We even had a 50 m sprint. The joy in his old beautiful eyes when I let him overtake me was such a priceless sight that it would remain with me for years to come. He certainly wanted to live another hundred years. But sadly he got tired and couldn’t continue with me further. I didn’t have to feel sad for long as soon I saw a sweet young couple who was unaware that a keen observer of human relationship was jogging past it. Wow!! What a romantic seen that was!!!. But when the boy and the girl got a little too intimate I stopped observing human relationship and focused myself on my run. There were people doing that famous laughter therapy. I also did that “Huhahaaaa “ with them.It looked so awkward that sitting pretty in hell Ravana must have got proud seeing his 21st century reincarnation laugh in his trademark style. Those who don’t know well..I was born the same day, Ravana died.

There was also a lady walking alone, continuously cribbing her husband for working late. Obviously once again he couldn’t make it to the jogger’s park with her for he worked till late night. But she was there, fighting alone to bring some life in their dull marriage.

Next what I saw was really really scary. My machine drawing professor Dr Krishna Swami ???What was he doing here in Hyderabad? I remembered how he use to humiliate me for my inability to think in three dimension. He gave me “D” in the only subject he taught. Thank god I didn’t had “Mechanical” as my Engineering majors else surely I would have landed up in those 5 point someone. Ghost of Carl Lewis got into me and I sprinted my way past the professor, hiding my face all the way.

After some three km , the track was almost devoid of any human forms of life. I was alone between the woods, chasing the peacocks, climbing the steep slope of hill and inhaling the fresh morning air. I felt that I was not mere a mute observer of nature but an integral part of it.I was nature myself. With each stride I was running away from the external world. I was running away from the little problems of life. I was running away from reality. I felt like running till eternity.
But life is not this easy. One just can’t run past problems . The 6km round trip was over and I was standing agape right at the place from where I initially started. What the heck !!!.Whats the use of this run? I was still scared to call any one darling!!. My code was still getting executed in double the time I initially estimated. Hffffff!!! seems there is no to quick fix solution to these complicated problems. In fact what happened was that my shoes got a little older and I was smelling like a pig owing to the bucket full of sweat that pored out of my body.

But you know what I was not depressed anymore. I felt an immense energy flowing in me. I felt I can beat Yokozuna in a wrestling match. I felt I can bring a dead man out of his coffin and motivate him to fight life. I felt I can become a CEO. I felt I can hit a six to Shoaib Akhtar.I felt I can make the world move around me.I felt I can become a millionaire.
I felt like Winning and it is this feeling of winning is all I care about in life.

Now if you wanna experience the same feeling to maamu ye sadela boring blog kya pad reyla hai?? Ata kya.. “jogger’s park”

Today I did lot of stuff. Bought the most expensive pair of shoes I could find in the city, purchased a Reebok track suit, got myself a pair of contacts and also booked my air tickets to Mumbai about five months before the actual departure.
No I haven’t got a lottery and neither have I decided to become disciple of Osho who is about to start his search of being. Actually I am going Mumbai to take part in the carnival called Marathon. It still far away but I am excited that I will be running along with some 50,000 participants from all over the world. Some will come there to win and some will come there to have fun. I think I would be there just to run.

I ran 5 km today to get a feel if I have any stamina left in me. Trust me it was damn tough, not just physically but mentally as well. Every part of my body is still breaking. I don’t know what made me think that I would be able to run 42 km at a stretch, but when I told this to some of my friends I got interesting reactions.
Some say I was short of suicidal ideas and hence decided a unique way to death and salvation. Some well wishers opinionated that I am wasting my time and money on something which has no significance at all and if I put that time at office I may even get a promotion or two. Some philosophical souls didn’t miss the opportunity to pun that it is just another excuse I have put up to run away from problems of life. Its kinda funny but some poor chaps also thought I am a Ganesh Bhakt and Marathon is something Mumbaiakars do on Ganesh Chaturthi to show their devotion to Lord Ganesh.
I don’t know what to tell them or may be I don’t have to tell them anything as all I want to do is RUN !!

OK so here is today’s post. The protagonist of this post is Dabbu whose life was dramatically changed by few Geeks and one Miss Pooja. Sometimes back Dabbu got selected in a high tech company .The company is full of geeks and each geek is unofficially given a level 0, 1, 2, 3 and so on depending upon how big a geek one is. Now poor Dabbu is clearly a misfit in this place. This is how he learnt some of his lessons of survival .

Scene-1

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Dabbu’s first day at office. His first encounter was with Geek-1. Geek-1 is a 5’ tall guy with 2’ long hair. He wears only Tantra T-shirts and listens only to hard rock. He was as usual glued to his computer when Dabbu arrives

Dabbu: Hi!!

Geek-1 turns around taking off his headphone . No smile on face

Geek-1:Oh Hi!

Dabbu: Actually I was asked by Mr Venkat to meet you to get an overview of work I would be doing.

Geek-1:Oh yes! He informed me. Lets discuss it in the meeting room

Inside the meeting room Geek-1 and Dabbu are sitting facing each other over the table. Dabbu a little nervous.

Geek-1:Ok before we start let me know what all technologies have you have worked on earlier?

Dabbu: *in a thinking pose*Worked?…Mmmm…. Hmmmm… Uuuuu I have ….mmm worked

Geek-1:(interrupting):OK never mind just tell me what all things do you know? And what is your proficiency level in them?

Dabbu: *scratches his head* . Well I don’t know much but I can stay late, may be till 7 in evening and learn things I don’t know.

Geek-1: Hmm. We work on Distributed Computing, Enterprise Applications, Server Engineering., J2EE etc Are you familiar with these?

Dabbu: Pardon??….Can you please repeat??

Geek-1:I said we work on Distributed Computing, Enterprise Applications, Server Engineering., J2EE etc. Are you familiar with any of these?

Dabbu: We work on .. ..Dis…what ?? What was after that??

Geek-1(clearly irritated):Phew!!! I think you should read following stuff before we can talk further.

After the meeting Dabbu saw the long list that Geek-1 gave him and was wondering if he has to sit in office till 7 in the evening or till 7 in the morning?. His definition of hard work got changed and Dabbu got his first lesson which was NO orkutting/ mailing/chatting when in office, only and only coding.

Scene2:

————————————————————————————————— Dabbu and Geek-2 are sitting facing each other having lunch. Geek-2 doesn’t like talking too much and is a kind of person who may want privacy even in a fish market. Dabbu was unaware of this and started the conversation.

Dabbu: Why are you having just the salad and nothing else?

Geek-2: Coz I think eating is a waste of time.

Dabbu: Just taste this biryani once. You will like it.

Geek-2:See I don’t like anything in this world.

Dabbu: Then why are you having salad??

Geek-2: Coz I can chew it faster and digest it faster.

Dabbu: OK I got it. What all things you don‘t like other than food??

Geek-2: People asking me stupid questions over lunch table.

Dabbu( realizing his mistake):ohh . Please carry one with salad. Do you want more.

Geek-2 was getting very irritated and first time looked at Dabbu’s plate which had so many stuffs in it.

Geek-2:Have you fixed the code I gave you?

Dabbu: Not yet. Actually I am not able to understand it.

Geek-2: Then why are you stuffing your stomach so much when you are required to stuff your brain which I can see is empty?With all this shit inside your stomach you will only sleep and the code will remain unfixed.

Dabbu got his second lesson. Eat less Work more. Now he only takes salad and one chapatti.

Scene3:

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Geek-3 is the most respected geek in the company. In fact he is not a geek , but a nerd who thinks geeks don’t spend enough time talking about computers. Unlike others he doesn’t even listen to hard rock. The only music in his life is the rhythmic sound of keyboard. Now Dabbu is standing near Geek-3’s desk. when Geek-3 was deeply engrossed writing some code.

Dabbu: Ahm Ahm

Geek-3:*Nods his head*

Dabbu: Ahm Ahm Ahm!!

Geek-3 pulls a chair with his right hand indicating Dabbu to sit. Left hand still on keyboard typing something. Dabbu takes the seat but calls for an attention after 5 min

Dabbu:Hello!!

Geek-3: *without looking at Dabbu*:Go on..

Dabbu: Actually there is a soft skill training session today. Shall I attend that?

Geek-3:*Nods his head*

Dabbu happily started to move. But Geek-3 suddenly stops him

Geek-3: Who is taking the session?

Dabbu: Miss Pooja from Enigma Human Consultancies . She would……..

Geek-3: You will not attend this session

Dabbu: Why?

Geek-3: You will attend the session by Mr Prasad on the same topic tomorrow.

Dabbu: *Stamps his foot* I wanna attend today’s session by Miss Pooja.

Geek-3: What is there in Miss Pooja ? Mr. Prasad also will tell the same.

Dabbu:*playing his last card* Actually There is a panache in the way Miss Pooja carries herself. She is so lovely , her smile is so refreshing and when she talks na it doesn’t just goes in mind it goes deep in heart. Miss Pooja makes me feel ……

Geek-3 turns his face towards Dabbu for the first time and interrupts him in between

Geek-3: Ahm Ahm.. Excuse me!! Come back to reality. Let me give you the last but the most important lesson. Females are the most dangerous species for a coder. If you want to do good in life forget Miss Pooja and any other woman.

Dabbu had no choice but to learn yet another lesson. Since that day without thinking much Dabbu followed this philosophy religiously

Scene-4
Dabbu got an unexpected call from a Job consultant.

Consultant: Hello am I speaking to Mr Dabbu??

Dabbu: Yes

Consultant: Sir, There is an urgent onsite requirement with our client for person of your kind of expertise.

Dabbu: May be you got a wrong number. I think you wanted to call one of those Geeks.

Consultant: No no sir its only for dabbu people like you.

Dabbu: Really?? That looks nice. Which country?

Consultant: Japan

Dabbu(replies immediately): No way.sorry I can’t go to Japan. Any other country?

Consultant: Whats the problem with Japan Sir?? Don’t worry there is not much work. Only some copy paste, that’s it.

Dabbu: No sorry. Not interested.

Consultant: Can I know why?

Dabbu: Don’t you know that Japan has more females than male?

Consultant: So what sir?

Dabbu:Those geeks says Females are poison. They are maya and I must stay away from them.Please find someone else I respect those geeks too much. They are always right.
Some how people in Dabbu’s company came to know about this incident. The Nerds and Geeks were so impressed with him that they don’t call him Dabbu anymore. They call him . any guesses??
Yes!! Geek-0

Today is a special day for me. Now I am not talking about 59th sorry 60th no no 59th no 60th Offfooo!!! let me do some google .ok 60th anniversary of Indian Independence.

I am talking about how today my friends Ramu and Shamu (name changed) proved that I am dumber than I actually thought I was. Both of them will leave the country within few hours. Ramu for his Masters in Dollar Science from University of Berkley and Shamu for a looooooooooooong term onsite assignment for his client Clean My Shit USA Private Ltd.
When I went to see them off , I saw two shades of happiness on their faces. One obtained from the excitement of their coming US trip and the other obtained from seeing a dumb person who has decided to stay back in India. But they feel sad for Hyderabad though . They are very concerned about this vibrant city. They think that my presence and their absence will seriously effect city‘s intellectual capital . Both were my good old friends and this was the last nail in the coffin of my already dead social circle in Hyderabad. I feel sad that I can’t dream of any such hi-fi foreign ventures coz god has made me too dumb to even think of it.

But hey things are not all that bad. For those, who like me are not gifted with genius, I have some words. Please, don’t get disheartened. Being a poor fish is perfectly normal. Moreover, you don’t have to hide your dumbness. Once people know you are stupid, you are actually in an advantageous position.

Now take my office for example!! When I keep my mouth shut in any technical conversation, people think I am a very good listener who is taking deep interest in learning new concepts. And when I ask too many questions , my boss feels proud about himself having recruited a very curious and research oriented boy. Even when I can’t do anything single handedly and go here and there for help people think I am an excellent team player. I always find people crying that their job is very monotonous and boring. There is nothing to learn at all. Now my old readers(I hope they are still with me) know how much I love my job. I will give the reason now. Work is not boring for me. After all how can things get monotonous when I forget everything I learnt the day before???. I can only thank my dumbness for putting me the in the elite league of people like Bill Gates, Larry Ellison and Narayan Murthy who love their job.

If we leave work and think otherwise also dumbness is always a blessing in disguise. Now if you are a love-bird but feel that your relationship is not going anywhere, put your logical switch to off and try dumbness, I am sure it will do wonders in bringing your love back to romantic glories. I often observe that whenerver I come up with something weird in any serious conversaion, it is considered that I have a good sense of humor and I am a person who like to take positive part of things..Now who wants to stop people from forming opinions but yup.. full credit goes to my dumbness!!

Like it or not but wise people also love dumbness.To prove it, well.. pick up any person of intellect and I bet he will name either “Dumb and Dumber” or “Forrest Gump” among his favorite movies. A testimony of the fact that foolishness is highly taken even among intellectuals. Actually it requires some brain to appreciate insanity. So when someone says you are stupid!! Don’t read too much into it. He himself might be dumb else how couldn’t he appreciate your dumbness??. For intelligent people stupidity is a very cute thing.

People feel good in my company as not only they have found a person far inferior to them but also a person who quietly listens to their stories of exciting foreign trips, their lectures on bad state of Indian roads, their criticism of Indian politics and their opinions on why India can’t match the US might even in the next 100 years. Sometimes I don’t even understand their intellectual musings but certainly feel happy that at least I satisfied somebody’s ego and made him feel happy.

So the moral of the story is being dumb is pretty Okey. Ok bole to ekdum Okeeeeeey.
Long live Dumbness!!
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Between today also happens to be the happiest day of my wroking life.Our application server is officially out at 00 hrs midnight.My salute to all the 30 dumb Indians who made this a reality..

Can’t believe I am blogging this much. But I can’t just sit and do nothing. Its still raining outside and I can’t go anywhere(I have no plans to get soaked again).I took my favorite Chocolate Horlicks again to see what comes out this time from my “Pitara” of past.

Flash back(An year ago)
The day finally arrived when we were to depart to take up different paths in life. On one hand I was delighted for not having to fight anybody to get into toilet during office rush hours, but on the other hand there was sadness of losing my best buddy with whom I have spent five golden years. We shared every dream in life. While he packed his baggage to be opened at IIM Calcutta, I took my maiden flight to Hyderabad with a dream to make a career in technology. That day the “to be manager” gave me the secrete funda, the guru mantra, and the sanjeevani booti that helped him get his goal. His funda was embibed in three words. “Mistakes are Repetitive”.

Back to present
What bullshit funda is this. Who repeats mistakes. I don’t repeat and neither do the HE dog(I prefer HE/SHE dog terminology) who lives on the next lane. Since that great “War of Dogs” he don’t even dare to look at any SHE dog of the opposite lane. Moreover I came to know that no alien was ready to act in Koi Mil Gaya sequal KRISHH.. This confirms that men, women, dogs, aliens… nobody repeats mistake. May be my friend was too dumb to do 2+2=8 in every mock CAT. Now IIM Cal has made him President. What bunch of losers these managers are? We technocrat certainly rule the world.

But when I think of my other college friend “Mr X”,I get into a little doubt. Now this guy is biggest frustoo world has ever produced. Daily he opens orkut and put few lines in scrap book of 10 randomly chosen girls. Wordings are like this
“Hi I am X, I work for ABC company, I have done my BTech from IIT-Z. I have interests in blah blah blah. Your smile is so cute and pic awsome.. Lets be friend”

Now sometimes he doesn’t even read that the girl’s about me section specifically mentions “**** off if I don’t know you“. But the guy fails to learn.

And to talk about that girl who use to be sweet is still crying over the love she lost 4 years ago. I have no idea what to do to see her smile. She has simply decided to cry.

And look at me. Daily I spend at least 1-1.5 hr searching things like tooth brush, keys, wallet, pen, handkerchief, perfume and what not. I just don’t know where do I keep them daily. Sometimes I’m so absent minded that I even forget what i’m searching. And this I’m doing since class one. I am actually waiting for the day when every thing would be fitted with Radio Frequency IC’s and i would just have to use a remote to find them. But till that happen I am gonna continue to repeat these mistakes.

I am too tiny and my repetitive mistakes don’t get noticed, but Mr Shivraj Patil(Honorable Home Minister of India) after the Mumbai Blasts said..
“It is not exactly an intelligence failure. We had an idea that terrorists are going to attack financial hub of India. But where exactly we didn’t know”.

Now was Mr Patil expecting terrorists to attack village “Ghatkopar”?? Or did he want terrorists to tell him the exact seat no, next time they place a bomb in a train.

Its funny but true we all repeat mistakes, not once or twice but zillion times. Some times we realize ,and sometimes we don’t. And most of the time we end up saying
OOps!! I did it again