Scribbles of a Lazy Geek

Just imagine, you meet/call some friend whom you have not talked to in a few months – and somewhere in the conversation, when the ‘ Aur suna? ’  moment arrives, instead of asking ‘ Aur Suna? ’ he asks you – ‘ Aur shaadi kab kar raha hai? ’ (When are you getting married?). Yeah, that’s when you realize, the time has probably arrived to bite the bullet and take the plunge. P.S. – Yes, this is as close you get to how an anti-climax would be for this post. The idea was not to end it this way, but as always I decided to play/write safe :-/ Sometimes, weird thoughts do come to your mind about how things would be when you finally do get married. I can’t take responsibility of myself, how can I even think of marrying someone and take her responsibility as well? But, then I think about it – I also used to wonder “Why would anyone ever pay me to work for them?” when I was in college. The thing that worries me the most about getting married late is, that all my friends would be...

Move over the Quarter Life Crisis, that’s passé! This is a new sort of crisis I am talking about here. Often undermined, and never reported. Every distant relative keeps asking your parents, about your marriage plans. And, all the jobless neighbors all of a sudden know some ‘well-natured’ working girl who is just by-chance of the same age-group as you are and is Single. Yes, this is what happens when you are 26 and still single. Welcome to the Mid-Twenties’ ‘ Single ’ Life! Most of the times, it’s the fairer sex, they say, goes through such things. But, what the poor guys have to go through is more often than not, never thought about. Who should read this Post, and why? If you have been married for a couple of Years or less (You found your Love in your classmate/college-mate/office colleague etc.)– You are probably one of my ‘Just-Married’ Friends. Read on, you might not have experienced this yourself, but, it’s important you understand what other poor souls go through. Don’t you rem...

Kaisa raha?(How was it?) A refresher before I begin the post :) – http://pushpreet.blogspot.in/2008/03/aur-suna.html Another one which falls in this list is ‘Kaisa raha?’ You can fit this question anywhere in any sort of situation, when you have nothing else to ask or talk or probably you don’t have anything to start a conversation after the guy has come back from a vacation or a trip to some place. Invariably, whenever you meet the person you end up asking him/her .. “Kaisa raha?” and the standard reply you get is “Badhiya (with a smile)” I have seen people fitting this question in probably many situations, and sometimes it gets a bit awkward for the person who has to answer it. Picture this – A guy comes back from his marriage leave to office, and he meets 20-25 people. And, out of those 25 people he meets, the first question 15 of them asked him was – “Kaisa raha?” I mean, come on – the guy has just come back from his honey moon, and you ask him “Kaisa raha?” H...

So, if you wonder what is so special about this day, apart from the fact that it is the Republic Day of India, that I religiously try to write a post about this day every year – then let me clear a few doubts this ‘Chabbi Janvary’. ‘Chabbi janvary’ is how we pronounce ‘26 January’ in Punjabi. The first time I wrote the ‘Aa gayi Chabbi Janvary’ post (in 2006), it was just a post with a title which I thought sounded funny when written- it’s ok, now even I know that it aint funny. The second Year – well, I somehow just remembered that I had written a post at this time of the year, in the previous year – so, I titled it ‘Aa Gayi Chabbi Janvary firse’ (It’s 26 January again). The third year, I forgot to write on this day. I again remembered it in 2009, and titled the post as ‘Aa Gayi Chabbi janavary … is baar 2 saal baad’ (i.e. after 2 years). In 2010, I had again forgotten, but Amitesh reminded me of writing it .. only then it struck me that, people actually remember that I write a...

Ok, initially the idea was to write a post about the Infy to CTS experience – but then I choose not to complete this one. Because, I can write about the Infy experience for pages at a stretch but dont want to write prematurelly about CTS.  Later, I thought about writing about the previous year as a whole, but whenever I started writing it ended up ‘From Infy to CTS’ post. I made two good attempts to write this one, and numerous short and half hearted .. naa .. not half hearted, just short attempts where laziness took over earlier than most times. I have now realized that I wont be able to complete this one, or even if I manage to complete this one, it is going to be too long. So, what I’ll do is post the two drafts! For a change let’s see how the drafts look when they get published unpolished :). So, here it goes – 1 st one (this was drafted sometime around late November) – Back to Delhi – and an End of a 4 year sti...

... that I would own a house near the Sea one day, so that I can go and sit on the beach whenever I feel like and want to.  I just love to gaze at the Sea, the water, the waves, the beach. The sound which the water makes, when it comes and hit the shores is just music to the ears. I can sit there, watch the waves coming towards me and then hitting the sea shore. There is a certain calmness in that noise, which makes you forget everything. I have lived the majority of my life in the Plains of North India, and the first time I saw the Sea was when I visited Goa in 2008. Only, after 23 Years did I realise what I had missed all these years. I remember, the first time when I saw the Sea from close, I kept looking at it for some time and then took a deep sigh after seeing the sight in front of me. It was pure magic, Love at first sight. The sheer vastness coupled with the calmness of the scene in front of me was something which blew me away. Even today, whenever I am tense...

It did not take me more than 3 seconds to decide on the title of this post. It had to be something in Kannada, and what better than this phrase - which anyone who has stayed in Bangalore for more than a month would understand. ‘Namma Bengaluru’ means something like ‘Apna Bengaluru/Bangalore’. And, if you are one of those who doesn’t understand this phrase, then you must be really bad with languages, even worse than what I am (I haven’t learnt any Kannada , apart from 3-4 words/phrases – one of them being Kannada Gothilla – meaning Kannada nahi aati). This post is meant to be all about Bangalore (atleast the idea is, I don’t know how it turns out), I owed one to this city. There have been umpteen times that I have decided to write something about Bangalore, and have even started writing a few times but all were unsuccessful attempts. I think this is the right time to key down this post, finally! The earlier times, the only reason why I was not able to complete the post was because eve...