The Wise one says…

People with weak scores and weaker minds…kinda tend towards making a backdoor entry to the computer science..pouncing on the jobs meant for them..its like illegal immigrants..with fully legal rights. Like the illegal shops which cannot be demolished…like…India’s biggest dream turning into the nightmare.
“So.you doing IT….hey I am in IT” Asked the small town boy who happens to have been living in Noida for 6 months, In relation so cant really blow his brains out or worse bang his not so bona fide esteem like his dirty laundry. He makes big bucks..popular in “all relatives gossip network”. New money, Metro life style..malls is what the guy has on his minds. And fixing a meeting for me to meet this cousin…who would tell me tricks of the trade….was all in my folk’s head.

“Yup!! I very much am”

“IT…like a slut..lures you in..keeps you in…try and quit but you will be trapped. Like red wine…trust me fella..you will only find yourself more into it as you grow old”

“Hope so!! May this cigarette intoxicate me for ever…and I shall never quit! Let it be cancerous..i dont mind until the coins multiply”

“You gotta have fake name!! Mine…is Andrew Stephen”

“What?? No you dont! You work ..in..I mean…IT?? right?”

“Yes I do.Yes you do need some good name… Make something up….let it be…..Patrick!”

“I like Iago..more.”

“Iago…just fine. So you wanna know some tricks of the trade..”
“Should I be writing it down Oh wise ONE!!”

“Sure….see..you family! Otherwise it comes for a price. ” whispering in my ear “You need a good accent”

“Accent…Why would I need that.?”

“Comeon….those white skinned wont know what you talking until you make the listen to what they want to. And yes…dont tell them you from India.”

“Are you sure…you know what I wanna know??

“Sure…I know all the stuff..they tell it all in the company so you can help them fix their TV and all”

“even if by sheer unfortunate chance I presume You are supposed to help them fix computers..”

“We do…sure….So which nationality?”

“..Can I say I am from Yemen..I like it….OOh OOh..may be I will say I am from North Korea..this will freak them out. ? “

“You gotta pretend that you from USA…. They like it that way”

“You have done something in IT from??”

“Thats kinda rude….but still I achieved my target this month… I am in IT business..”

“No No But you must have…from somewhere..”

“From My desk….the phone is there..and head set is there…and I did from there..”

“No No..any IT courses?”

“You dont need to do anything…just walk in with a wannabe accent”

“Just walk in…..I think I am a bit confused/ which languages you know if I may ask?”

“Well..I know English…British..American…and Hindi thats it.”

“I wsa kinda looking for C…C++ you see.”

“I dont C…I dont C…”

“I see…So you work in a call center…..I see..now I see…damn! Sorry…confusion. So just phone calls..thats all you make..I see”

” No No you see I dont C. I dont just make calls….I make Money…and I make calls…and then I make calls for other to make money and then I make money!”

“I see..”

“No No..I never C….never ever C”

“I see..!”

It was just a Sunday….here only to be ruined. Depriving me of all those lazy carvings of mine. Right there on the couch, surfing and eating and then reading some journal(Not mine..because..”We are on a break”). I am absorbing on as much fun…tryin to surf..and surf and read and go out for strolls…and drive..and..almost everything I might miss upon on the coming hard 25 days.

So Sunday it was and I was..quiet literally ordered..to be there at the Csec Metro stn for the tickets. I mean..someone could have got it for me afterall since many of them didnt turnd up there. But I was there…and so were others..all set for a great day ahead at CP. The few loved ones…..were spending as much time as possible with each other…and the curse of the loved ones like me..were there very much there tryin not to be too visible..

Tickets done, now what. Me, AP,Swati and Abhisehk heading towards some place to play with all te change bestowed on us.. those 200 bucks were all ours and we intended to drive as much as we could have.

So walking and walking…all over and around about the round about…then straight…passing by the great bungalows…and then one more round about. To left ..to right..all playing guessing games …here..no there..oohooh i see india gate…and zapp…we were back at the India gate from where we all began. We went past the museums…and hotels..and some morehotels…
Walking like the migratory species under the threat of extinction(and believ me we were eith the sun shining ans us whining) .

Eureka…and we had Csec metro station only 40 minutes after we began our treasure hunt…the explorers who turned almost heroes…the people following the man meekly ..so they can beat him up later if he screw up.

At the CP…and even Swati left…to meet her “friends” and Now it was 200 divided by 3 woohoo!!

Three Burgers and two ice creams down…we were back to exotic state of being a broke. Wandering and Wandering at the moist CP…with frequent breaks in the showrooms..glad God made them!! Saw aAstha..and passed her..ofcourse with hey…”You jerks followed us to cp>!!

then passed swati who wow…totally ignored us…i mean..totally ignored us. Of course there was a sparkle in the eye with a giggle .”I know u guys…just act strange and leave” and we did…with silent “woohs”

So…that was the exciting day..we had…and ya palika bazar….the bag…the ramstein addict…the incorrigible scavenging for something to buy but never actually buying it..he got over it!

That pretty much was our day…

A complete round from Csec..to Csec …was fun!! A day…put to good use…buying tickets!!

I kno that too cheeky..to be the first post..but had nothin gr8 in my mind. So June 5th…Enviornment day…good start I had on word press. Me tinkeing with one more site…and yes…that too on enviornment day…seems like i will be contributing to a little more ewaste.

But..hey..this thing is better then paper..i suppose…u dont have to cut trees for me to scribble my garrulous thoughts all here and there.. With this blog..I will make more people read it..

You see..the private and confidential tag on my diary surprisingly used to drive people away from it…no matter i begged them to read..they never did..But..now…readership would sore..as it did in my previos blog…like 3 a month. That may not be a good figure for you..but that maes it 0.1 persons head I eat aday..eithout being declared a cannibal..wow!!

About the enviornment..I believe strongly. I am one of the few people I know..infact the only one I know who is in favour of BRT corridor. BRT is good people…its the stupid crazy drivers like me who just create a chaos out of the utmost marvels of brains at IIT. It would nice to have a river in your city…right now..river?..dont call it that.

No matter How much I hate Mom buying all those potted plants for the backyard..which I never water..and never will.I love green…No matter how much water I waste wehn I refill my cooler….I save water..by not drinking it.

I never smoke…but drive I do..so exhaust..I dont care much until I have an air conditioner on. And ya..I never turn on the air conditioner while driving/

I save electricity by nit using the electric shaver..I use a clipper instead. I never throw batteries away…only until they begin to leak..that way they spoil the view..and odor..ya!!

Noise pollution..I never…really use speakers…..would use if I had a pair. And ya…I detest all the loud speakers..and bhajans and jagrans….never hesitate to take the lead as a party pooper and call a 100…

I never throw paper away.. I just pile them up in my shelf until the tower collapses onme..then u see I really have to.!!

So may be…word press and me is really going to be a good…long association…coz I have joined it on such an auspicious day. Hope it live as long as our enviornment….that is..another 10 seconds…

10….9….8..7…