The secret seven and the sathyavan

Bharat vilas – that’s what I am going to name 10-c Mandalay point, not because we are losers like Indian cricket team, no! The season’s changed –positive outlook. We are moving towards a healthy hygienic lifestyle …

Disclaimer: The views expressed here are completely imaginary. There is not lifestyle at all and huh !! hygienic ? healthy ?? forget it.

Yes, where was I? Hygienic and healthy lifestyle. One year in Kochi had kindled a lot of things in us and one among them- culinary skills . As a part of our ‘be proactive in life’ resolution, we( eight –including sathyavan sai and the secret seven) bought a gas stove and there started a long process of making ourselves kitchen friendly. We were already dining table friendly. I am proud to say that we are now experts in making a variety of items ranging from hot water, coffee, boiling milk, rice, noodles and soup. Once or twice we have even tried out making rasam and sambhar much to the delight of our friend Kabali(name changed). There was a lot of zest to be involved and to show it to the ‘man’ that we can do it. ‘Ready to mix and eat’ items flew in by the day. ‘Paruppu podi’, ‘karuvepla podi’, ‘poondu podi’, ‘instant rasam’, ‘instant sambhar’ – you name it we had it. With an appetite that would please gatotgaja 25 kilos of rice were finished in about 10 -15 days time. Such was our passion and commitment (hunger rather :-). But the initial momentum died out, now the gas stove is rarely used other than for making ‘health drink’ by the captain himself and an occasional oatmeal breakfast by yours truly and oatmeal ‘by2’ friend. Is this the end of secret seven and their delicious dinner? Will they go hungry? Has the work pressure numbed their culinary skills? Will there never be the sweet smell of sambhar cooking in bharat vilas aka 10-c edapally. Only HE and the secret seven know the answer to that. Let us hope the new year brings in new spirit into the hearts of the secret seven.

There is however some hope, because till today even though the cooking has stopped, we still have breakfast in the morning in the form cornflakes thanks to the efforts of the courageous, omnipresent, kindhearted, lively, enthusiastic (ok may be I am crossing the line here) --- add other ‘good’ adjectives--- the great krk himself (that’s me J ) on every single day except a few days when he has been unable to because of various valid reasons.

Losers ! continued

I am trying to portray to different perspective here.

There are no winners .. only losers and the rest are people who haven’t lost right now. Let it be single digit scoring tendulkar or out of the team ganguly or the “lost the ashes again” England cricket team they are all losers. We can see they are losers because these people are in the limelight, there are a million others who never come on TV. Take for example me, my roommates – a bunch of losers, my colleagues – a big bunch of losers. They are all losers, they loose in most things and do not loose in some because there are better losers. In the end it is about being the worser looser and not about winning. I guess this makes one among the elite losers. Ofcourse people may argue what about Olympic champs? Yes I accept they do win medals but what happens later, they lose it in life. Finally it all boils down when you lose

Disclaimer: The views presented here are authors creation and do not represent any person or people. The scores are real though :). It was not meant to hurt peoples feelings. The author apologizes to all such people who feel they have been wrongly victimised

jeet kar bhi haar gaye? did we lose even after winning?

Even though some of us have done well in our previous role over the past 10 to 15 years as students, a few of us really well enough to be rank holders be it university rank holders or school level, those we used to think were losers are now pursuing there careers in the west while we are working for services companies which get works from BIG companies which in all possibility employ such ‘losers’. We may end up working for people who we termed losers. Sometimes I get the feeling, why did I do what all I did, why didn’t I do it differently like the others. Why did we waste our lives trying to get top marks only to waste life again and I don’t like the lines or believe in “sabar ka phal meetha hota hai” or something else in other languages. One may say you are working while the others are still studying – but the point is he may come out of a college in US next year and his first months salary will outweigh mine 10:1, so what I earn in 2 really hard years, choking and fighting with gundarici and puttu kadala in coconut oil, he may do it in 2 months with a ham burger in his mouth. Still the amount of awe he would generate is far more, people would hardly look at me. “ Two years in IT industry and he still hasn’t gone onsite , arey even munna who has done production engineering from vasool raja college has gone to amrica twice now, there is something wrong with this guy, hmm .. people said he was good in his studies, come to think of it, he might have copied in his exams, then how would you explain such a ‘brilliant boy in school and college’ not to have gone onsite or gone for higher studies’ ? is the question people are going to ask in a few days.

Unfortunately we don’t have an answer which would satisfy all. All we can say is we are working in the ‘hottest technology’ and our team is working on one of the biggest es o see’s :-).

A new beginning

The phoenix rises again. It is easier to write someone off. But I am back, though not with a bang but have atleast something to tell. After listening to the song Kerala fonia I am inspired, I used to wonder where the real bashers are ? There are here, in the world wide web spreading the news that the rumours are after all only what they are – romours . God does not live here any more.
That’s to continue with what I did in my previous posts.
I have been really “busy” the past few weeks and hence had no time to write a blog. I know it is hard to believe, but with my manager sitting a few feet away I cant just keep browsing the entire day. This time while traveling to Chennai I made a big mistake of not bringing a blanket. To understand this issue it is imperative that you travel only once(one is enough to make you understand the problem) from somewhere in kerala to chennai or the opposite route. There I was showing a macho image to the old man sitting nearby saying “uncle I don’t sleep much at night, I will take care of you dabba you can take my lower bearth” and I took his side upper. Even with the fans switched off the cold was unbearable. I was hoping to catch the fellow who rents out blankets in the train but thanks to Murphy’s law he didn’t turn up, so I was up all night “enjoying” the serene night journey through Tamilnadu waiting for the next station to arrive so that I can get a cup of hot steaming tea. At the end of this eventful journey I found out many things,
1. Old people are lucky with people like me around
2. The tea in Erode is better than the one in salem.
3. Allepey express is the worst train to travel in. This opinion is shared by a lot of people who are working with me ( Sai !! you too)
4. The engine driver must be a crazy fellow because he kept hooting the horn throughout the night.

After 6 sleepless hours in the near zero temperature(ok that’s exaggerating but it is very close to 10 – 15 degrees), Chennai at last. I got down at avadi itself fearing a rendezvous with our old friends from the “other” side or rather “neither” side (The Ali’s). To make my return a little less exciting I have kept a reminder on my mobile phone to take a blanket.

Note : This is directed at people who were last seen ridiculing others blogs. Not everyone can write blogs which people like. I am not trying to. This blog is a place where I write what I feel like, I am not writing to please you. Thanks