I wanna be back

Hey dear blog ....I am sorry to leave you alone for so many days and weeks and months....I hope I will be a regular writer this time and not break my resolution.....actually i am finding it difficult to organize my thoughts and put it down in one place....my mind is going helter skelter.....i wonder how I manage to do so much documentation and content management at work....probably thats the reason i dont find time nor motivation to write my own blog.....very much the same way a chef does not cook at home...:)...well now its akash kumar today who motivated me to start writing once more...I had been waiting since long for a friend who promised to come online for chatting....but wo dhokhebaaz nikli.......poor me got bored of talking most irrelevant stuff with some others....and what to do now???? take refuge in the old blog of mine.....



My school friend Godhuli tried her bit in instigating the writer in me by nudging me time and again to write a post and asking for my comments on her thought....it did not work out though..... so now that I have started writing, tell me what should be the topic I would write?? I did not watch any movie in recent past, the last one being Ghajini...all our plans of going for a movie went awry for some reason or the other.... and day by day i am turning to an "auntie" that I feel like sleeping most of the time.....probably i need to check my haemoglobin....i try hard to find time in office and go to the cafeteria for my mothers favourite mausambi juice..... i initiated the process today...i just hope that i be able to continue that like my blog...when i used to be in bangalore, i picked up a nice hobby of glass painting....but these days i dont feel like doing it either.....actually i used to seek solace from the paints and the glass....day in day out i used to get bugged by my boss who never understood my personal problem and tried his best to stop my trips to hyderabad for every sick and silly reason....and tried to load me with work that apparently did not exist....well thats all history now...a frustrated soul tried to pass on the frustration in a different form to others....thereafter recession sprinkled the garam masala to make a tasty frustration curry in my head....which I could not take any more...and reverted to painting....so in a way, recession is not that bad as well.....so now that i brought out the topic of my ex boss, why not write on him..no wonder i can write volumes on him....i firmly beleive that he would become a much more bearable and tolerable person once he gets married....actually when I was resigning from the job, he was no longer my boss since I was shifted to a different department, however, his approval was required for speedening my release process.....thankfully my next boss was a gem of a person and I seriously regret for not being able to work with him.....I ll write later on the good bosses i had, but first lemme write on the worst boss of my life...actually in one part of my heart, i respect him for giving me the tremendous learning opportunity....and the profile in that organization, however, there is another segment in my heart which loves to call him names.....I had an opportunity to give him a piece of my mind when i was resigning....i had to join my new office in two weeks time, and also I wanted to go home to kolkata before i joined since i knew it would nt be good on my part to take a break soon after joining .....I had submitted my resignation stating very "serious and personal" reasons......so when i went to my ex boss asking him to give approval to release me since i did not hold any stake in his scope of work.....in the course of conversation, he asked me whether i was holding grudges and discontented with him...I had put on a "bechara" face and was actually pleading him to let me go....it came as shock to me...and i said very little from the huge list I had.....i regret that till date....thereafter this fellow caught hold of his subordinate (my colleague sitting next to me) asking him whether he has any concrete idea on what happened to me and why i was leaving....my ex boss couldnot imagine that i could bag another job amidst recession...and the fellow made some other remarks also, mostly personal...I wonder why did I not escalate the matter to the senior management before leaving the organization....my folly what else....



there had been other instances as well....this one I am writing here is a big one..... after my marriage i used to stay in bangalore and my husband in hyderabad due to individual career interests....I was not getting a job in hyderabad due to this recession.... so i used to commute from bangalore to hyderabad on the weekends....due to some reason, we could not book my return ticket in train or state road transport buses....so we had to book a ticket in one of the private transport providers..as far as my memory supports me, I was returning after a extended weekend and there was huge rush....i boarded a bus from paradise which took me to afzal gunj...after waiting there for 1 hour, I came to know that the bus for bangalore is cancelled.....my co passengers had been shouting at the conductors and the organizers...but I was elated....i called my husband, inlaws and mother informing them of the situation ..... all of them were anxious and calling me every 10 minutes and increased my roaming bills.....cutting the long story short, i went home happy...my happiness could be compared to a student going to school for an exam unprepared just to know that the exam had been cancelled miraculously.....but the next day extracted the last drop of happiness from me...this sick boss of mine irritated me to the core and send a text to me, which was baseless, and if I escalated could have been heavy on him...

.... when i started writing about my ex boss, i thought that i would refrain from making any personal statements....but now i change my mind...coz this is my personal blog for my personal opinion....so i would take the liberty...that boss of mine was a Zombie.... a frustrated unmarried 34 year(in 2008) old uncle, who eyed girls a decade younder to him...obviously, none of them paid enough attention to him...but instead of realizing his age problem, and accepting slightly older girls, he started using all kinds of external age reduction products from Amway, and started bothering all his colleagues to draw them in the same business.... and on top of it, to cover his frustrations he prepared nice speeches.... well enough of bitching... i dont wanna keep on writing.... i ll end the post stating his name, whom any one can approach to learn the art of torturing...he is the great Aninda Sen

happy anniversary guys

this blog of mine is dedicated to those 8 students whom i met in the first week....myself, jeevika sampath, shubhra singh, abhishek ghosh, siddharth s, ragavendhran, ranjith and kshitish mishra.... the year 2007 showed me a different perspective of life, and enriched me with a lot of experiences and fulfilled some of my much cherished dreams.....i always had a dream to stay in hostel.....the dream i coined when i read "Malory towers" by Enid Blyton....i was probably in class 4 or 5 then.....and i must say that our hostel was no less exciting than malory towers.......initially i shared my room with jeevika and shubhra..but later moved on to a single room when our girls hostel was reshuffled....i loved those moments in hostel when we used to party till late night on our birthdays, lock ourselves in room and smoke, return late to hostel and give mindblowing excuses to the security guard and warden, and many others..... i remember the excitement when 10 girls used to gather in front of the television and cheer India to victory in the first 20-20 world cup

through out my life i had been too paranoid regarding exams......and the night before exam was a big panic for me........but here, i used to watch movies the night before exams......in the second term, the night before finance exam me and funty watched "partner" in her room....and all girls thought we had gone crazy or our preparation was too good.....and Funty was one degree ahead of me in doing innovative things the night before exams....and one of them being going to hospital before MIT exam

at one point of my life, i wanted to be an actress/air hostess or model ..........and that dream was also somewhat fulfilled here.....along with akash, mahaveer and other students, i also happened to be one of the models for our college ......the photographers detained me till late night taking the same pic in 100 ways.....it was then i realized that modelling is no cakewalk............the photographers were continuously telling me to get an "attitude" in my face, which by mistake i had got in one of the pics........and also my name could be googled out....that was because i wrote a nice testimonial which was displayed in the home page........

then comes our freshers welcome party.........i danced like that after a long time...i remember i used to dance in my school days....but it had a full stop after 10th only.....our dance was choreographed by kashyap (whom i call kashyappapa) and monica.....and our dance was a hit indeed....the dancers were myself, nike, minaxi, ujwala and kashyap.....nike was too excited to dance on stage (that was the first time for him) and that really boosted my confidence before the performance............the party was held in a premium residential complex of bangalore called "palm meadows"............and it was the first time in my life that i went to a locality as posh as this one and also it was the first time that i partied till 2 at night(outside hostel, off course)

now let me come to my language lessons......in the first week of BMA i learnt to say "i love u " in 7 different languages (all regional)...especially i got interested in tamil...the language, the songs, the heroes, and subbu ........also ravi sir had huge contribution in honing my tamil .....it was him who translated the meaning of the popular song "manmadrasa"......

i picked up an iritating habit of composing songs on people based on their USPs.....awesome songs were composed on subbu and his veshti, aunty on her habits, mahaveer on his tight pants, santhosh on his naps in lecture, karan on his looks, nike fo being a bookworm, me for being piscivorous, dada on his explanations, dillu for dheeru, bachha for alekhika and photography, tariq on his absenteeism, sid for breaking glass, robert on his paunch, ajith for his style, paul for lying, monica on her bike and apurv on his sutta, so on and so forth.....

now that the tenure in BMA is almost over, i hope that our next stoppage in life be as exciting as this one and be filled with learning opportunities....and we all have a great career ahead...good luck to me and all my friends

hello friends

dear all
this is the first time i am blogging....getting inspiration from a very good friend of mine called nikhilesh.. nike and me have certain things in common...and one of them is reading storybooks (Though nike is more voracious as compared to me when it comes to reading and opposite when it comes to eating) and writing stories....so i got to know about it when he requested me to read his story, which he posted in his blog id http://www.envydee.blogspot.com/ however, that was not much effective in motivating me to start blogging....but i finally decided to roll my sleeves on and start blogging when nikhilesh cleared his first interview and got into epiance as an intern.... nike was called upon second time for an inteview by the HR of Epiance and was asked about his blogging habit (soon after which we came to know that nike was the first person to be selected among 10 of us, beating people with IT background)...and immediately i decided to follow him (with a hope that blogging might be helpful for me to get a job in my dream company ;) )....i had seen his resume earlier where he had mentioned in his extra curricular activities "has been a regular blogger for the past 3 years"..may be i ll put in my CV "has been a regular blogger for the past 3 days"
poor jokes apart, what i want to say is that while some people might say that blogging is addictive and basically useless and time pass stuff........but u never know, it might give u a competitive advantage..........to bolo jai jai blogging

my life ...my hostel

Waking up at 12.30 this morning (..oops noon) i was wondering it is actually good to live in hostel. i was at home a month back, where my mother would never allow me to sleep after 10.00 o clock and here i can happily sleep as much as i want(only if i dont feel hungry or nature calls me). well, our mba time is almost getting over, and soon we shall be leaving our respective hostels and going to work...and we need to report to our respective offices at 9 or 9.30 in the morning...most of the days i am fast asleep that time.... so my mother predicts that i wont be able to attend office half the days...throughout my life i had been a late comer, late latif, most umpunctual girl in the whole class (both in my graduation as well as MBA days)...ask any one who had been in the same class as mine and he or she will testify ...i remember during MBA, i always used to miss bus and had to walk all the way from hostel to college...and eventually was 10 minutes late for the first period on an average....my system got reverted...unlike normal people who took bath in the morning, i used to take bath at 10 at night after returning from college because i didnot get time in the morning to take a shower... i somehow managed to brush and do the bare essential stuff before leaving hostel....i used to miss break fast most of the days....so later i devised a mechanism to eradicate the problem....i packed the hostel breakfast in a tiffin box, go to college, sit in the last bench and happily treat myself and other guys who missed their breakfast..i wonder when i ll have to live on my own, what is going to happen to me...i cant concentrate on anything if i am hungry..and no doubt i am opulent..now i realize robert donison (our director) had rightfully called me "hungry baby"...well, we all used to criticize the hostel food like anything...i guess this is a common practice among all hostellites of any hostel in the world to sit togather and discuss about the horrible food....mine was a separate issue...coming from a bengali family i was fed fish and rice 3 times a day ...coming here i realized that bengalis and malayalis are like brothers separated in the kumbh mela....malayalis are as much hungry for fish as we bongs....that is one of the reasons why Renji is such a dear friend of mine...he was the only one in BMA who craved for fish with the same intensity as mine...Raghu, the don gave me a nickname which later became my identity here...like an infectious disease it spread from raghu to all other students, and finally to teachers...i got a shock of my life when one morning ravi sir called me "machhli"...one more populer name was given by my chubbumani anna.. he called me "moi3" which later became "moti3" as a nice abbreviation of my long name moitreyee...by the way, it will be injustice if i do not mention chubbumanis identifying character...subbu can be rightfully called my "anna" or big brother at least in one respect...that is his name is 3 times longer than mine..he happens to be a tamil brahmin and his full name is kanchipuram veanu shankara subhramaniyam...and he is damn passionate about his lungi...he loves to wear it as his national dress....he only gets the opportunity to wear it in his hostel...he keeps on correcting me that what he wears is not lungi but veshti and tries his best to bring to my notice a lot of difference between lungi and veshti in terms of colour and ends....he had also been my tamil teacher (apart from jeevika, jayasudha, minaxi, raghu and ravi sir)...but what is great about chubbumani is that i learnt tamil slangs from him unlike others... and he was the one who inculcated in me the love for tamil songs...subbu also narrated to me his love story through gtalk even when we were not best of friends, that is in the first term...i remember the first time we spoke was when subbu came up to me in the library and told me to post a letter for him (coz DTDC was at the basement of out hostel)..but i guess till date i didnot tell my story to subbumani anna..one of subbu's best friend is karan.....my friendship with karan is relatively new...the first time i saw karan i felt he was a big time flirt and heartless fellow, eaten up by alcohol, tobacco and sensual pleasures....but i was wrong to a large extent..karan is a very warm hearted boy, and a normal boy, what i thought about karan might be because of the mental block i possess regarding delhites...but now i realize it is time to shed that mentality...i feel friendship is deepened when 2 individuals speak deep truths and share genuine experiences with honesty...so this article is dedicated to all my friends in BMA with whom i have shared such moments when we shared our lives and true stories...coming back to karan...as i mentioned he is a dude, and he had consistently been the heartthrob of my rommie...he had been a vegetarian when he came here...but last day i saw him eating chicken noodles...he informed me that he ate chicken when i was in kolkata...i was sceptical till saw...ise kehete hai sangat ka rangat

i have a mallu friend here called ranjith..i consider him as my local guardian in bangalore...we generally share common tastes and had been together for most of the time outside college..he is a big time foodie like me...but i remember once we had a competition on who can eat more and i did beat him that time...being a computer science engineer, he is too good in maths, as a result of which he used to teach all the boys QT before exam...and from then onwards, he was called "guruji"...guruji was a food robber as well...i learnt from him how to steal biscuits, chocolates and toffees from the room of our academic manager annella, shrija and sumithra..and the best part of which was no matter where they kept their foodstuff, he used to find it and happily ate it in front of them...it seemed he had a dogs nose and could sniff food...renji had a nice kerelian accent in his english ...no matter how much i told him to pronounce "paul", he would pronounce "pole"...actually i enjoyed that...all kerelians i have met have this typical accent...one more great example was the great manicton urf santhosh... he used to call ujwala as "huujwala" and a very funny accent which i cannot probably pen down...this guy left immediately after the course got over and headed Dubai to make his career...now lets come to another eccentric creature...the great mahaveer jain...and it is no fun to be a jain....and even difficult to be mahaveer jain...mahaveer was prohibited by his religion to eat certain things...so he used to bring nimki and stuff like that in a tiffin box, which the whole class helped him to finish...mahaveer loved to be a jain ...he used to give lectures in jain seminars...i asked him certain religious stuff which bothered me for a long time...and he did come up with a good explanation for that...at the ending of our course, i used to lose my temper very often...and i discussed it with him.. mahaveer told me to keep quiet "maun" for 1 hr a day...i practised it and it did help me...me and mahaveer are of the same age, though mahaveer is more efficient than me ...he has 4 years of work experience and i have none..every time i had been upset (especially in ravichandrans class), he used to comfort me...give tons of lecture and a sandwich...by the way, karan called mahaveer "chawal" coz that was the only thing he could eat in the cafeteria...once mahaveer chatted with akash kumar from my id and called him sexy n stuff like that ...akash was shocked and logged out (thinking that i got mad).......mahaveer had one more speciality...that his pants were always too tight for his bums...like santhosh...and me and funty had a code word ..."om mahaveeraye namah"

now lets come to another specimen called akash kumar....i initially thought that akash was a very arrogant fellow...but later realized that his behaviour was like that and he was not as he appeared to be...and by this time we have become good friends....especially after doing some 7 or 8 assignments together during our specialization...when we used to do assignments together, we used to have a lot of fights...but finally for some reason, we dont fight any longer...a trademark of akash was that he always used to introduce himself as "akash kumar from khatauli" and i remember from day 1 i used to call him in his full name..akash kumar ...akash puts strange picture of his in his orkut album...ujwala once said "hi" to him in gtalk and akash replied "same to u"...he would come to gmail...check his mail and if anyone asked him something he would invariably reply "madam, i am very busy, i have a lot of assignments..please dont disturb me"....now this is akash kumar.

well....i have already bored u guys to death (that is in case any one read till here) and there are a lot of other guys here about whom i can talk volumes..but now i feel i better stop....i ll describe some other samples from bangalore mad asociation in the next episode

till then bbye

change is the most permanent thing on earth

a few days back i saw a hoarding of Canara bank saying "we all change for the ones we love"........ the advertisers are getting smarter day by day as they coin such catchlines with which we immediately identify ourselves as we all have faced the situation once or more in our lives....irrespective of the consequences.....

this line immediately reminds me of another sentence..."the most permanenet thing on earth is change" this was a line written by a good friend of in my slambook when we were parting after 10th....and 5 years down the line i realize the weight of those words .....one of my best friends here tell me it is not good to share my personal life in a public blog forum........and he is still in gtalk telling me not to write like a diary ...but i m sorry friend....i really wanna write...anyways, it wont have much impact since i hardly have visitors

my first blog was dedicated to nikhilesh....and this one i would like to dedicate to the person for whom i have changed...

i would start with the true story of one of my room mates here ....a story of a girl who made the mistake of loving a person who was not compatible with her ( i will not use the term "loving the wrong person" because right or wrong is a relative term).....and eventually they broke up .....i do not know what was the consequence of break up on the boy, but what i got to know from the girl is what i can write about ....she tried all means to end her life...heavy drinking, smoking, drinking phenyl, Hit, Baygon, sleeping pills, cutting veins....... (to be frank, it seemed pretty filmy when i heard....but i am writing what i got to know from her).....finally she met with an accident in which she might have lost her life.....but by gods grace she lived and after 2 months she met me in our karthik nagar hostel......she completed her MBA, took finance as specialization and got into HSBC as an intern (as of now).......did fall in love again and the rest time will tell....she also did change in a year.....she herself told me that she is thankful to her ex boyfriend for what she is today

the oldest social institution that is mariage is a tough exercise of deliberately making people (especially girls.....and these days, boys also) change in the name of adjustment..........personally speaking, i hate the word adjustment in marital context to the core..... and that is changing for the ones we love.......and when we do it happily, we dont realize we are adjusting; ie changing..........and in many cases it is constructive........another room mate of the above mentioned girl was a stupid villager who did not know internet, make up, did not wanna do MBA, was blatantly truthful.......and she also suffered a break up........and like her roomie, she also had a 180 degree change...and thats for good...now its a story of a guy who loved a girl, elder to him, and of a different religion, got separated and thereafte started lowering his standard of living and lifestyle by all possible means...sleeping with girls, and into alcohol and tobacco.....after a long period, he did meet her old girl friend, who also suffered a similar fate as his, but in a socially presentable manner....and they are united for good

...well, this is too much of emotional atyachar on me now... my nerves are taxed...i have a lot of story like this to share...but i am no Vyas, and dont wanna write Mahabharat Part 2...BTW, does this blog story remind you of the movie" life in a metro'? it does to me... i am sorry for ending the post abruptly, coz i dont want the thoughts to run, flood, clog and suffocate me...i need to stop.... i ll revisit the article some time later probably...

however, at the heart of hearts, i will say that change is good, pain is good, tears are good, heartbreaks are good, ego is good, challenge is good, jealousy is good, life is good......we cannot always expect to remain in our comfort zones....and change is mandatory .....and when we dont want to learn it the easy way, bhagwaan ko ungli tera karna padta hai ......

yo foodie

memories of a night: 28th November, Bangalore, 1.30 am

Enough of rasam and sambar...please give me something else....but who is going to listen to my cries at this hour?? my roomies are all fast asleep only to wake up in an hour or two to prepare for the presentation tomorrow. My share of work is done, but I cant sleep....numerous rats, mongoose, mouse and other rodents disco dancing in my stomach... they might be dancing to the beats of ...Aao twist kare...twist kare milke ....Can anyone tell me how did the concept of rats running in the stomach got related to hunger?? As per my understanding, it can be better related to a vacuum pump sucking up all the contents in your stomach...however, over the years, listening to the concept of rats dancing and repeating it several times , I dont mind visualizing them having a party in my stomach........But what are they eating during the party??? the digestive juices?? yuck....

What nonsense.... how does it matter whether rats or zebras are dancing.... the bottom line is I am hungry....poor me....a year back I had been a happy person happily gorging on some nice yummy bengali dishes....as of now I suppose i cant do much but think how the "mochar ghonto" used to taste....for all non bengalis who are reading my blog (in case any), lemme clarify what a mocha is. Dont think it is one fancy drink like a cafe mocha they serve in CCD, but this is a flower of banana plant and the tender reproductive parts of it is cooked with coconut and nuts...well talking about banana reminds me of for more dishes.....shinni....thats a kind of prasad made with mashed banana, mashed mango pulp, little suji, some kheer, sugar and milk...yummy...

...my all time favourite maacher jhol....so many different varieties of fish ....rui, katla, ilish, bhetki, bhola, tangra, kajoli, gujrali, pabda, bowal, bele, koi...umm..slurrp.... too distracking now...

...no point dwelling in the past at this hor...thought of food is making me more hungry...i need to address it NOW... i have a packet of maggie and my electric kettle...any ones interested?