Idiosyncratic friends!

Disclaimer: Sorry for delayed come back if any one was ever waiting for this page to be reloaded. ON the contrary I reckon a day would come when millions would queue up for a solitary copy from a slum dog to a millionaire writer. Don’t mind the great potential of a narcissist, I always had it!

Cutting to the chase, this could be a final Chapter dedicated to a legendary friendship!

'25 years and we finally hit a jackpot', Kunal remarked while smoking a Cuban Cigar. 'How could we ever pull this off?' turning caustic. 'Well me a league player, can’t say about the stars shining opon you' replied my sarcastic self.  'Ok, we nailed it, Lets have at some more Kebabs!' we were drilling massive holes on our own pockets at some lounge bar in the diplomatic vicinity of New Delhi. It was celebration time dedicated to our success. I was set for Adobe systems and Kunal bagged Schneider Electric almost the same time of the year. Incredible stuff! After all, Dude is like a power transformer and I am some photoshop software! Though the power could be turned off and the photoshop can go horribly wrong as we all know it. 

We felt different as we now had the girl history behind us and a flourishing lifestyle ahead of us but who actually wanted to share any of it, so we decide to call it a day and bring down the shutter on an unusual friendship lasting more than TEN usual tumultuous years. As we head out from the bar, one unusual issue remained, as who would drop the other to their place through our own car pooling system. For the first time in history we had plans which could not get along after all. ‘I could use something to commute, take care’ he said as we see a snake in the sky. ‘Oh yeah, Delhi has a metro too’...we laughed and were headed for a cataclysmic change!

good ol days!

'Next station is Vishwavidyalaya. 'Mind the gap', The Metro man said. ‘we do mind the gap’ Kunal said, the Kannada comedy star Jaggesh lookalike would always mind the gap, especially when it came to the gap segregating him from a Stunning Stephanian beauty.  

We stepped out of the station and hear a commotion "Aajao Hindu, Stephens, Srcc, Daulat Ram, Ramjas”! 

The place was swarming with atleast two dozen rickshaw pullers offering rides to Kamla Nagar, Hudson Lane and to the colleges we loved visiting!  ‘Let’s take a rickshaw, shall we?’ ‘Sun’s shining too bright and we gotta see the bright faces’ I said. ‘But hell no rickshaw is willing to take us’ the Jaggesh dead ringer was almost right. Getting a rickshaw for us the 2008 BTech snaatakas(Degree-holders) from NIEC was a tough ask in the midst of tis beautiful DU crowd. Though we always pulled off one!
  
  

Now never was our visiting day here, when we did not ask the rickshaw waala to steer a little faster in order to catch that infatuation of ours maneuvering ahead of us. Or a day when we did not have heartbreak seeing a sensuous soul going in the direction as opposed to ours.
Rickshaw travelers also liked walking down the bungalow road and get a closer look of the red hot glamor in the offing. For some reason we losers always ended up stalking as if we had nothing to do. But no matter how loser the life was, it was still a pure bliss which was enjoyed to the core… we fought battles, we beat the devil and we came out trumps on any given damn day. This was another day as we went ahead and worked like some power pack duo. The Deadly duo!

‘Don't panic. Don't compare. Don't beat yourself about it’ we say to each other ‘He is just a team player and we are league players’ was our all-time favourite phrase for a dumbfounded boyfriend glare as we almost took his girl. It was the sheer awesomeness of our friendship. That awesomeness helped us take on the very best. We trained each other for a normal date situation to a nerve wracking job interview. Our loser slash loser luck slashed each other’s loser luck and hence we lived like the champions!

Little one had the idea that once the unusual friendship gets wrapped up, it also shuts off the idiosyncratic success mantra.

2012 was the year of the devil, which should have been ours, but turned out that we were the most angelic among the mankind and we did lose a great deal of success. I wonder why it’s the mankind with so many beautiful women around! We reckon that it should have been woman-kind. Well, we are the ultra-feminist kinds and think that the world should be handed over to the women. Oh! Digression is a thought oriented disease I continue to suffer from! But there was a major digression with our lives too as Adobe and Schneider backfired! Opposite sex opposed sex!! Unbelievable Crap is the only usual when the unusual friend ship is forced out of the equation. We hunted in pack but now were hunted by the packs. The life takes a parallel shocker as we see our ships sinking and unparalleled horror strikes and we don’t even find a helping power hand.

Perhaps it was time to ponder on my decision!

I should have dropped him that day... Petrol prices . ;)

Observing back..

Disclaimer: A part of this post is registered in my eyes, so not to be generalized. No offence to anyone/any name mentioned below. Especially to the Booz lovers, I mean really no offence or any derogatory intention, considering the negative connotation surrounding the words describing them. I tried Drinkers..even that sounded offensive..Drunkards, Boozers they all sound absurdly offensive..I mean I could not help it and I sincerely regret it as it is completely unintentional and they are just plain “words” written for fun, as always! Also, I dedicate this post to my friend “the God’s child”, after some complains over my experimental writing style in the last post and also that child (बालक :P) is the only one who still believes in me and not even me myself. Thanks so much!   

Observing!

Well, my entire life, I have been doing nothing but observing people and surroundings. It’s a very strange phenomenon, this thing called “Observing”. For me this very act of observing has become an Observance of sort. In my life this observance holds a significant place as this is a series of rites which I undergo to satisfy the self senses on the very daily basis. Tucked away quietly in the corner, is the beautiful me exercising the phenomena of this sort of corrupted/perverted “Observance”. Observing though is ONLY good to a POINT, Yes to a POINT, the saturation one. Coz once people start giving it back to YOU, it backfires big time with your ass burning like bushfire. It’s a very dangerous proposition and one should take due care before the observance of the every observing cycle, like one sacred occasion I nearly got my ass whipped, only due to this extraordinary capability of mine called observing. God Forbid!

To elaborate more lucidly, In some of the observing cases, it has been observed that the observer was himself being observed, which actually led to the disillusionment of the observer’s extraordinary illusion of being an observer. Well that’s what has happened this year. Almost entire my life, I have gone through under the table, unnoticed, invisible, but all of a sudden, I am the only thing visible to any damned random naked eye. But yeah as usual, I could never tell you what was been observed off me, except for the facts which I observe myself.

Observance case study-The Drunkards and the Holy Smokers!!

2 Sardars are breaking the ice, crushing it in to pieces and literally breaking some hard bones. The Sardars are quite the characters of the company I work in and are worth mentioning here.:p One of them is awfully diminutive but an awesomely dynamite fellow. He is also the chirp machine of the company. The chirp machine can chirp for years with the exception of the task at hand. The Ice has to be crushed such that the beers could be stored chilled for the unlimited Booz sessions to follow.

"Bloody hell, I broke the Beer Can" the diminutive Sardar Said, “Don’t worry, it wont be wasted” The other one replies. The other one is the guy nobody wants to take on, the Man is in the salary supply department and a serious Booz lover or Boozer.

“What the hell am I doing here?” I think to myself as I help sardars load the 2 volvos with insurmountable Booz. “Basically Observing” in came the inner voice. This was some office trip to some jungle, but the jungle was the least bit on any one’s mind. It was a Booz trip for the Boozers. The entire trip was an alcoholic scripted saga. Part of this amazing saga were some people who wanna show their strengths of what they call are their amazing drinking capacities without taking in to consideration their overly splendid spilling capacities. They spill either through the conventional mechanism of physical overload or they spill the beans due to the mental burden of life. Basically, the world changes...”do hell with the world", they all say.   

I have no idea what the drunkards or the boozers feel as I can never really Booz to its full affect but I do like “how they feel”. :p

Throughout the history of mankind, people like me belonging to the teetotaller race have been cussed and cursed quite heavily. But what the drunkards really do not know is that how much the teetotallers enjoy and love observing these purified souls committing the ultra holy acts. For an instance, I really enjoy listening to a dude who becomes a “dud” and tell some fascinating after- alcohol stories....Oh I forgot about the Holy Smokers, I wanna highlight here all those babes who smoke and I feel like telling them that they already are quite SMOKING and this procedure of smoke only intensifies the heat and the passion in my observance rite. ;) Aaah the Holy smoke!! Smoking kills but they all willingly kill themselves to apparently live more.-->They all just say it and they all die freaking out. Ok, enough of the smoking alcoholic monologue. I myself am not some saint but a satan. Nevamind..:D

Dream Job!

I have been searching for a dream job for ages now and the Gods have not been kind to me a least bit. Though recently God has helped me figure out my Dream job and that is nothing but being a traveler of life and culture as it exists on this beautiful planet. My cravings for a Foreign Service job are nothing but a deep inner desire to explore the pristine beauty of this amazing world full of diverse culture or to meet some of the Legends of the past. Nah! That’s another requirement, not possible in these turbulent times called the present. 

I really wish my job profile could have been of the likes of the Great Columbus or the Great Vasco da gama Or perhaps the most renowned medieval traveler, the Great Ibn batuta. Seeing my own country from his eyes would have been the ultimate treat while serving the stubborn yet a fine administrator Shah Mohammed bin Tughlaq, possibly the greatest Islamic ruler India ever saw! Tughlaq in India has almost become or being used as synonymous to being bold or being like a risk manager.*(Chak de India’s main character was called Tughlaq..I seek forgiveness for a silly instance :p).  Or I could have met the founder of our present foreign services code and conduct, the Greatest and my personal favorite, The Chanakya also known as Kautilya. For the present times though, Nicolas Sarcozy’s hot wife Madame Carla Bruni would be a nice rendezvous.;)

Now, I can really cut short some cut throat competitive exam hassles and could rather seek some nice capital inflows into my personal bank account to become a true traveler of this planet traversing thousands of miles. But capital is another issue. This is not an easy world....”gone were the days” for a nomad of a character born in the 20^th century. Worst timing--> fenced or Sealed Borders, passport, visa and capital fiasco world!! :(

My Babe!(Formerly, Aston Martin)

Though it’s just a machine and it’s not my life either but it is a thing which drives me and takes me to places. Not always to the intended ones, but yeah it does take me places. She is the only babe in my life for which I aesthetically invested back in ‘09. I love her as it has been the lone carrier of my life in the recent past....It's been 2 years and we have been happily married .Nah not 2 years ..It’s a mutual synergy affair. So it’s 4 Years!!:p Though, I date back to the late mid eighties and she is a 21^st century babe, still quite astoundingly, the car encompasses my life and its current situation.

The recent weekends!

Getting away with my Babe to an unknown destination, I start to sum up my life experiences. I am in to the first gear and the car was barely moving before I switched it on to the second, which is still darn slow and along came the reasons of all my frustrations, rudeness and pain which were some bruises from some fallen relationships. Though, it still did not suffice the situation and my mind needed some reconditioning so I took the third gear and along came some broken dreams and some distinctly unglamorous companies for which I worked. I thought about my ruined professional cum personal life but for some how things were not moving ahead and then I realized that both my mind and my babe’s engine were overheating as I never really pulled the lever for the fourth gear. But I finally did and along came the picture of the trauma for which I can simply blame people and circumstances to set my ego high. But then a part of me wanted to set it right and free. This state of my consciousness wanted me to take things as they are, it wanted me to forgive people and forget things and so I pulled it to the fifth gear and it was now a free flowing state. This was the state of pure solitude of consciousness and it is a state which is happy being alone, it is at ease with its own. It finally believes in 'Let it be'....

Yes let it be....it is! Following my babe’s recent road crash has made me bury all those pains.  Yeah she is hurt bad and I realized that it’s part of life and we both have to move on!

For the whole life we keep searching happiness in others and give weightage to the momentary events of joy but the real happiness may reside deep there in our own soul. I intend to search for it and live abundantly :)

Happy 2012 to you all!!

जय श्री कृष्णा! 

Epic enlightened failures: The Weekend pack

Disclaimer: I do not intend any harm against any public figure/celebrity mentioned in the below piece as this is some fiction oriented personal story for fun read. Also, I have nothing against IIMs or UPSC (god forbid !); I am just another pissed off soul trying to get through them..
Finally, This is based on a true story, this is beyond any mess/disaster ever written on this page. This is it! Presenting to you, the failure of two Men from one of those Men himself!! I AM one of those Men, But this is not me who has failed. Perhaps, it’s the failure of the Gods in defining the term "failure", which actually fails to comprehend the current misery of the Man!

Back in 2008!


The Man...Myself! 

This is a world where one has a name, a surname and a long list of add ons too. It’s the cast, the region, the religion, the blah and the BIG Blah. But one is still unknown unless one has realized itself facing the true material (not immaterial, that's not our material) mirror of life reflecting the real persona.(Fashionable, Ambitious, Crook etc etc) , So it was somewhere at the end of my college life that I realized myself. It was like catching hold of my own spirit.(Not how the modern day baba’s or the enlightened claim, But for the first time It was ME) It wasn't me with a name but it was me the character and who apparently wanted to do a lot of characters at this drama stage called planet earth.(That is reserved for Gods, though) Once I became aware of my own existence, I began to find myself everywhere including the dreams: in this imagined landscape I was in the every possible magazine, the news papers and the bloody India tv too. Practically I was a star... To be a little more blatant, I was the senior Foreign services guy (unlike the much maligned Mr Tharoor), my childhood dream. If not that, I was the every imagination an adult child could dream.

The Dude...Kunal! 

Back in the glory days, He was my only friend. One could relate the very similar attributes of mine to him. Though the “add ons” were nothing similar as here we have an absolute extra terrestrial from an exo planet! Just could not imagine what he was doing here among us. For him the material was the immaterial and he claimed quite bombastically to be an enlightened by birth and a hell of a genius. So unlike me he did not have to find himself in a DREAM, the dude is a champion of a “day dreamer”.

Both friends had big plans for life and the future. Seemingly, the success of the enlightened was all set on a platter! I was going to the UPSC and the dude was all set for IIMs. *(IIM my ass and UPSC suck any given day)

Present times some 2011 weekend!

The Aston Martin (It’s an Alto) was parked at Netaji Subash Metro to take off for some another random weekend ride. We are use to arbitrate for an arbitrary location for our weekend, every weekend. 'So, Where are we heading?' dude said, 'cut my head off, asshole' The Man replied. We hit the road and the drama continues..

Dude-'So, did you fix up the time with the KPMG chick? Man, I wanna see her bad'
Man- 'Did you fix up with that journo guy, Sanjeev?'
Dude- 'Yeah, It was a real pain in the arse you know, So you better tell me that chick is coming or we heading back, Clear?"
Man- 'I was there selling her some damned software solution, not "selling myself" you retard, besides they know each other, so we are some lucky.’
Dude 'Come on you jerk, I need help with the Big 4 thing'
Man- 'What's BIG4, you BIG Brother asshole?'
Dude- 'Grow up; I am an MBA from Ignou, not some UPSC street beggar'
Man- 'FYI, your Mba is the only light shining on the tables tonight. All of a sudden, BIG 4 is now gonna go BIG 5, as Big4 can’t accommodate the veteran from Ignou!'
Dude- 'Sanjeev can help you; he has connections you see, Chill!!'
Man- 'Its doomsday, BIG Chill Damn it!'

We arrived at Gurgaon, JMD tower with utmost vigour and enthusiasm in store. Frankly, it was going to be some meeting we had planned in a fairly unplanned fashion, which is our trademark! We finally met at the Moet's, a “Lebanese Restro-Bar”..nice place..the music was good. IN the background we had some David Guetta stuff on!

I saw Anupama and waived ‘Hi’, “sexy bitch” was the number in the background. Well, I was dizzy as usual. The man to be noticed was Sanjeev. He was in his 30s, a dark man with a bushy/glossy (confused I am) moustache and glasses, his raffish 1970s air complemented by a bright yellow shirt and a black/white tie patterned like zebra stuff. He was some freak and a journalist who worked at one of the magazines published by some blue chip western agency. Of course then there was Anupama, some nice manager at KPMG and finally they were getting some good company from my relatively newbie friend Tushar. That man is a wildlife photographer and is practically devoid of all the wild imaginations we have got. To be fair, A very spiritual and a clean guy unlike that filthy dude Sanjeev. Although they couldn’t have been there long, their table held two packs of Navy Cut cigarettes, 3 partly empty bottles of Kingfisher, and a battered Smartphone that thrummed insistently throughout our conversation. My guess was the evil Sanjeev. I had the sleazy dude marked right from moment # 1.

‘I’ve spoken to the boss about you,’ Anupama said. “He said, ‘Why does he want to meet me?’” ‘The boss is a great man, and sure, this would be some honour for me.’ Kunal said. “The question is whether he’ll talk to you.” I interrupted. And the focus changes...

“I have heard about you, Piyush” Sanjeev said. “I think you can do the job".

“There’s also some new stuff coming up at abc magazine, and I want you to take care of it, that is honestly our innovation.” He said.

“It was meant to be an innovation,” Anupama said quietly. “But it is already there in the market.”“Yeah, yeah, no big deal,” Sanjeev said. “He’s creative. He’s a man of ideas, He will make it sound innovative.” He lit a cigarette and waved it around, the rings on his hand flashing. “What he’s been doing does not reflect his real intellectual capacity." There was a moment of silence as we contemplated on the word intellectual. “I don’t ask these things of other people I have hired,” Sanjeev said. (He could not hire me anyways..”Loser”)

We ate hot-and-sour soup and drank some beer (some bacardi breezer for me, well am used to all the stares and the glares I get), our conversation widening out to include our pretty pathetic personal lives,(just for the man and the dude) and the unforgiving city of Delhi. Sanjeev told us a story about covering some historic Khomeini stuff in Iran and being arrested by the country’s Guard while crossing over the border from Iraq. ‘So, one hell to another hell Journey?’ I interjected. ‘How was it?’

‘Saddam is dead, my friend, so it was neither lively nor deadly’ Sanjeev said. ‘So is Khomeini’ I said, and we all shared a chuckle...(I bet the asshole was cooking up well)

I began to feel cold in my awfully short sleeved T and the cotton made Trousers. The damn AC was chilling out and I was freezing. The crowd these days is very diverse even for a bar sort of this place. There were a couple of Gurgaon MNC pigs sitting nearby who had their Apple lap and palm-top on and were busy scribbling. Couple of hot chicks also entered the bar and all of a sudden there was some sunshine on Kunal’s face. By this time they were playing “Last Friday night”....Dude was day dreaming. Meanwhile the agenda of talk on the table had taken a sharp turn and it was towards Enlightenment. Off course the start ups were bought to us by Sanjeev. He continued prattling on ‘I took advantage of being the Enlightener’s son,’ He had nothing to sell except himself. ‘In 1997, I published my first article on Enlightenment, It was a touching story, so what do you guys know about enlightenment?’ He sounded boyish and vulnerable, and I found myself wanting to respond kindly, as if speaking to a child I didn’t want to embarrass about an insignificant lie. Though, I kept my mouth shut as I mostly do and realistically I was not experienced enough to take on some childish journo head on..You see, he is a Journo never the less.

There was a long pause until. ‘That’s a good question,’ Tushar said. ‘But where is it, where is enlightenment?’

‘It’s hard to keep track of the spirituality one has; we don’t know I guess’ Anupama suggested.

‘That’s right, We just don’t know but that doesn’t mean we can’t find it’ Tushar retorted. ‘I believe my parents f**ked and dumped me here’, everyone was grinning with an eye fixated on Tushar until he cleared the air, ‘that’s what my Guru believes’ Listening to this, the nearby Lap’s and palm’s fell off their respective tops and the pigs started giving the expression, “What the hell is going on here?”.

Tushar showed us some pics and the man got in to that lecture mode. We loved the discussion and in the end it came down to the Aura we see in the pictures depicting Gods. Tushar showed some other realistic pic and Anupama said “That is aura! Wow!”

By this time they were playing “I kissed a girl” and one of those chicks was seemingly pissed from Kunal’s persistent perverted gaze. It must have sounded to him, "I Pissed a girl, I liked it”

Well the dude can’t give up on his inhibitions. Enlightened by birth. LOL!

When I asked for the bill, the waiter said that it had been taken care of by Anapama.,’I am a regular guys, Don’t worry I have nice connections here’ She said. “That’s really too bad, because I was hoping to treat you.” Kunal always trying to impress, bringing out his non sensical chivalry. Frankly, Dude was a broke that night.

We finally left after some serious intellectual affair and were thinking on the same old story on how our lives had gone bad or how we had failed on the goals we set out for. Kunal started ‘Dude, you would have made a better KPMG manager’ And I replied back ‘And yes you would have been a top Administrator, you spoilt brat of Khomeini’ and we both laughed out loud after another one of those rare weekends when we managed to make some interesting outing.

At the end I accept that may be we have not failed and we are not failures coz God did not define it and on the contrary what God has defined are the morals, Ethics and the virtue of a Man to acquire/pursue Success.

We shall continue on the path defined by the Gods...

Hope you liked it....Stay tuned!

जय श्री कृष्णा!    

Don't tell my Mother: I am Messi

Disclaimer: All the views expressed below are my personal, so not to be taken seriously. No harm is intended towards any popular figure mentioned in the below piece. As I always say...Just for fun!! Also, the title owes its origin to one of my favourite TV shows in the recent times "Don't tell my Mother". Finally, I am not the "Great Messi" but rather "Messy" as you could like.

HI All,

Back! It seems like a century has passed since I last opened my dashboard. Life has been nothing but Dramatic..More dramatic than the entire history of this Universe..Even more dramatic than a lifestyle of a bollywood celebrity gone nuts...Or even more dramatic than our news channel say India TV....Quite a shame it is....the channel!! .Hell! Conditions and Situations have been hellish and even more dramatic are the fact that they are self created ones. Ahh this is dramatic now..I am a bad starter...bad starter anywhere..!

Talking about messy mind!

I could do anything in my mind. At least in my mind!! But my mind is nothing but a wandering mind, exhibiting fickleness all the time. Mad! I am a crazy guy..Deranged fella! It always takes a while for a deranged person to realize that he has not been properly arranged. By the time the deranged realizes, the arrangement changes.

Life changed again in a pretty bizarre manner, almost too sudden for any human form to adapt. The change was triggered in a matter of few seconds...courtesy messy mind.
Just a few months back, my mind led me to a place where I could not imagine I would sit....."Though, I flunked the opportunity".....It also led me to a place where I had the privilege to work under the most amazing and dynamic woman I ever saw. It was like going back in time and serving the ex Prime Minister Indira Gandhi herself (As though, I really wanted to serve). Then I also met with a man who was almost like Netaji Subhash Chandra Bose.( My pleasure, he could have passed for Hitler too :p) Ironically, These people never went to any of the top educational institutions we know..(Ah well, the people I met, the people of my mind) but they were born leaders anyway. But it could very well be a flawed image perceived deep inside my mind. Whatever, I experienced the most inspiring period of my life. Credit to the brain master! But as always, it has all messed up real bad.....The wires inside the mind are a real mess!!

The Messy Outsourced job!!

We in India do all kind of jobs and one of the most interesting jobs is the outsourced one. I have been privileged to be part of one time and again. Though I left it for once and all and vowed never to get back, but I am back now and that’s how insanity works.

Any weekday, 5.15 evening..

The cab arrives at this unholy hour because it’s not saturday, It’s a jittery moment...strange sinking feeling inside your heart.(could very well vary though)..I count the days, 5 to go..I curse myself. “Damn it, it’s only a Monday..Hell number of days to go”. I take the front seat, thinking where am I going. I could have gone to a restro bar. “Calm down” I say to myself.
Sights on Delhi streets are quite the opposite. People are so very desperate to reach back home. They are on foot, on cycles/cycles with motors attached, hatchbacks, sedans follow too. Buses are choked with people..who are seemingly fighting each other to take in that elusive oxygen in the heavy CO2 environment. The people of the cab however, want to let out everything....there is a tickle in the heart as one sees a Hyundai car. I don’t know what’s so special about the Korean car maker, as most of the drivers are the very pretty Delhi girls (at times, they could have your nerves wracking all over the place). Cab driver has a completely uninteresting music collection to share...something from the 90s...some of the songs are just pure filth, the rare raunchy numbers (a$$#ol$). Well, you make it to your American funded office (for American purpose).

It’s 6 in the evening, but one still has to say “Good Morning”. That’s how globalization work, , it’s good morning round the clock. Though, one is also filled with financially motivated servitude to oblige. Some people would simply pamper everyone else with all the daily amusements they have to share....some would talk, listen on the recent official crisis.

Though, as soon as you are on floor, it’s a level playing field. Everyone is competing for the very same cause for which they rub or have been rubbing butts for years. It does not matter which position you hold! They only differ on their respective approaches and attitudes. Talking about attitude, some of them work with heavy American, some with mild American and some with very Indian attitude. Heavy American are the senior people...who on daily basis take an aim at the American management but only like an Archer aiming a target with an arrow made out of flowers. They are recluse, yet easy going with all. They would take some breathers outside of floor only to exhale the excessive inhale of rotten flowery smell. The only way to do that is the heavy puff of smoke.

The mild Americans include the people who have only adopted the American culture for their personal benefits; their work style is Indian laidback. They have friend circles like the legendary TV show FRIENDS. They don’t give a damn to the floor surroundings, what they care is a good time outside in cafeteria or wait anxiously for the weekend forever.

Finally, the Indian attitude people who are only on the floor to experience the floor. This is a makeshift arrangement for them. They curse everyone every time inside out to the core! And well, I am just a mere observer.

The entire night passes and it’s still the Good night. You can’t leave at 3 in the morning saying “Have a nice day, son”. Even though it’s messy but you still like it...this is what do you do for a living. Earning living is always messy. :D

The Messy Delhi..

It’s been 100 years since Delhi was made the official capital of India by the British. Rather than the celebrations of this historic moment, the city is embroiled in the heat of anti corruption war.

It’s a complete mess...in fact can’t get messier. But the mess of corruption has to be messed up with and the people are getting used to fighting it. The country however is destined to be developed with hell number of brilliant minds working round the clock. On shore..of shore!! :-)

Hope you enjoyed it....stay tuned for more..!

जय श्री कृष्णा!