Saturday, October 27, 2007
Sugar, Apple and Pizza
Yesterday was one of my best days in US. It started very good at 9 AM(thats when I woke up) and rushing to office in the rain enjoying the moody climate which tempted me to get back home and sleep. But of course, the phone call from offshore reminded that I better be in office to face the database failure. But then, things went on for a toss with 2 hours meeting with the client trying to figure out how we can fix the sugarless coffee. Should we add more sugar or buy a new coffee? Client finally decided to mix salt instead of sugar. This immediately raised another question on how to differentiate salt and sugar and another 3 hours meeting was held to brainstorm the differences. It took the whole day to explain the client that tastes are different while he was still reluctant saying that both start with the letter 'S'. The final verdict came out to use sweetener instead and the team is working on mixing the day old coffee with sweetener.
But these fights over coffee are usual in our project. We have had our fights on Tea, Milk and even donuts. But what made me dejected completely was that it happened yesterday on the day of the release of Mac OS X Leopard. My dream plan of owning an Apple T-shirt was spilled by the useless talks on stupid coffee. If you do not understand, Apple was giving out free t-shirts promoting the new OS release. And to add to the fury, Saravanan showed himself in the new X marked t-shirt. He had went to the Apple store without me. I wanted a change badly and we went to Cici's Pizza for dinner.
The moment we entered the restaurant we realised that we are in for a treat. The regular buffet was over, but the owner was kind enough to give us personal buffet with any pizza made to order. And the menu was not just the pizza. There were salads, pasta with two sauces and three types of dessert. The pizza was served hot directly from the oven. If this is not enough to make you drool, there was a full plate of hot garlic bread which was so soft that it melted in our mouth. All the day troubles were forgotten in an instant infront of the tasty and delicious food. What a wonderful day it was!
Database crash - Pulikesi style
Raja Raja
Producton server pona
Cognos fail aakiya
Space issue irukira
Performance problem udaya
Projectukiriya
வரார்.. வரார்.. வரார்..
Pulikesi (onsite support lead)
kavanitheergala, ivan ennai insult seikiraan
உதவியாளர்:
Pulikesi: backup ilaamal database crash aanathai solla maranthuvitaan ivan.
Offshore: ayaiyoo! mannithu vidungal support leadu!
Monday, October 22, 2007
Friends of a vagabond
One of my best friends is getting married today. Actually by the time I am writing this post, she must have got married already. Things are not going to be the same anymore. How much we say we can still be the same, it isn’t the same. Life changes and it is changing fast now. Back then in the good old days, we go to college, attend the class, chat in the cafe, pass comments on others, laugh at each other and just forget the day. We forget that day because the next day was going to be the same. Nothing happened to change our lives in those days. Exam results were forgotten within a week, own love rejects were used as topic for chitchats. Bunking classes were part of life. Life ahead was just as clear as the sky. We just did not know what was beyond that and did not care much about it either. Once in a while, we would look up at the sky watching the clouds making shapes that would make us think what it is doing up there? It would make us wonder, what it would be like flying in the sky. But right then, with the sound of the friend calling you, you turn back to see the present. And the present remained the same every day. If we have a fight, we knew it won’t matter the next day. We did not believe it would harm our future. We lived as if everyday is the last day, only day and the same day as every other day in our life.
Things are not the same anymore. We live in our world where change is nothing but everlasting. We meet new people; make new friends; reorder our priorities in life. A best friend in college becomes a person from the past. Life reduced to "Good morning" mails to all friends added to the mailing list. That’s how we keep in touch with others. And occasionally one would call the other and ask "Where are you?" rather than "How are you?” We really have lost contact with one another. And living in the Indian software industry world, even friends are found as short term projects. We move from place to place trying to make a living leaving the dear ones behind. We meet new people and friendship gets confused with fellowship. We make friends faster but they are short lived as we have to move on to new places. So we find more persons there and the earlier friends are past who you would ask "Where are you?" very soon.
I move around different places doing what we call work, while my friends cant recall my face as I have not seen them for years; friends who forgot me because they thought I forgot them; friends who were so close to me but found disputes and had our fights which are not going to be forgotten unlike those college days. Living the life of a vagabond, I have always thought if there is a way I could make my life better. But is it just my imagination that my life could be better. Anyways, you should know that whenever I see my mobile to search the contacts and happen to move across the phone number of my friends whom I might ask "Where are you?" or "How are you?" and just for a second, the good old days come back to my mind and it makes me smile.
What's the point of all these talks? Trying to appear as if I am very much moved by the changes around me. Yeah. I am disturbed. But what the hell? It is all part of life. Just Live with it.
PS: This post wont make sense even to me tomorrow
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Twice Folded Letter - Riding my bike
still stretched out in the position
I had received it from her;
my voice stopped all of a sudden;
Every part of me that is left conscious
left the brain cells creating visions of
the last 12 months that had every day
with something to say about her.
I was trying hard to stay awake in the boring training session and all I have written in my notebook is the title. He rushed to the training hall and hit my back. He dragged the chair and asked "Where is she?". He was late as usual and all he was worried was about her. "Can't you at least say Hello before you can ask about her?" I felt annoyed. "Ok dude. Hello for today and for every day I am here. Now where is she?". He never gets distracted. "10 'o' clock. In white next to Indigo." I replied and looked back at the trainer. He looked towards his right at 2 'o' clock and asked "What color is Indigo?". Not feeling surprised, I just turned his head towards 10 'o' clock and pointed at her. His head did not turned back for the next whole hour. Then he hit my legs hard enough to make me limp for a day and said "She looked at me!". "Freak!" I said and found her looking at everyone in the class bored. Then she saw me seeing her and smiled back at me. We are introduced well to each other as she takes the last seat left in the bus next to me everyday. And please remember that it is his idea of not coming in the bus so that she can find a seat to sit. I rejected his request asking me not to come in the bus so that he can sit next to her.
[+/-]Reflections of a smoking mind
Our company had a peculiar way of assigning the employee number to the trainees that the order did not appear to be in alphabetical, age or college wise. And it happened in a way that she was seated next to me, while he is behind us turned back. Therefore, even if he turns, he will see only the back of us. The troubles he went in switching places were futile as the employee numbers were already stuck in the respective desks. "Hey! I got an idea" he said and moved his system to the right of his desk so that he will be diagonal to her. Then he placed a CD supported by his cigarette lighter at my desk facing her seat and another CD at his desk facing the CD at my desk. So by the reflections theory, he was able to get a blurred ghost image of her seat. He smiled at me as if waiting for me to award a noble prize for that. "I will give you a better idea. Why don’t you sit next to me and appear as if you have doubts all the time.", I asked. But he was quick in his reply to that. "Dude! She would think that I am dumb". "What about me? I already think you are dumb." She returned back to her desk and we turned to each other's desk as if nothing has happened. Her eyes rested on the CD at my desk. To avoid any questions, I took the CD and kept it inside my book. Looking at the cigarette lighter that was holding the CD, she asked "You smoke?". "Why? Does it bother you?" I asked back. "Yeah! I hate men with smoking habit." she said with a displeasing expression. "So do you prefer women smoking?" We laughed and she thought and replied "May be, you are right. Women do look cool when they smoke." His face turned white who was overhearing our chat from behind. There was no use telling him that she was just joking. When I told him that I can never ask what brand she believes to be cool, he started investigating which brand most girls prefer. I would try to leave him whenever he asks the salesmen about "girls-favorite-cigarettes". Anyway, if there is one thing that came good because of her, it was that he stopped smoking from that day. As a non-smoker, I welcomed it very much. My house can at last be a smoke-free zone.
[+/-]You got mail
Our training days are over at last and we were waiting for the posting letter. Everyone had their fingers crossed praying to be put in their home place or anywhere nearer to it while he was there praying in every religion to be placed in the same place as her. I turned around and she was also in prayer watching the mailbox closely. "You got mail" was all everyone was looking for. And then it happened. A cry came from the far end followed by screams at the other end. People were jumping high and congratulating each other. Outlook beeped in my system and I was also jumping high. There were many who looked dejected and few were crying too. And sadly she happened to be one among them. Obviously, the posting was not as she expected. I turned to him and he was still waiting for his mail. It popped out and I found it to be the same as mine, which means it is not the same as hers. She surely would have felt happy if it is the same location as ours. He was looking at her and he felt sad and pinched me. "What is her posting?". I really did not like to answer. So I told him to ask her directly. When we both looked at her, she was looking at us with her sorrowful eyes. She told something to her friend and her friend looked back at us and nodded. Not knowing what they were talking about, I stood there with blank eyes. She came towards us and stood near me. I could feel her cries within her and before she could say anything, he spoke. "So where are you posted?" It was a big surprise to me for it was the very first time, he has ever said more than Hello to her. She looked at him feeling worried. He added, "I am posted in this DC itself. Where are you posted?" His words had a hopeless expectation as if the question was asked even though he knew what the answer would be. She said "Can you swap with me?" softly. Tears were on the verge of leaving her eyes. Even my heart stopped a beat that I would swap places sacrificing myself by becoming a savior for both of them. But I know it is much harder for him. He can not disagree to her for it would be against the nature of his affection to her, but if he agrees, he would have to leave her away to a far away place.
[+/-]Home Sweet Home
"I told you already about that apartment. It is too costly and it will be difficult for us to get bus from there." I was stubborn. We have developed good friendship in the training days and have talked a lot on anything that might relate to her. So when it became clear that the company will provide accommodation only for the training days, I became the obvious choice to him for a roommate. But moving to that apartment in question is unnecessary and I would be wasting most part of my salary as rent. An apartment with swimming pool and lift access to a three storey flat guarded by a security guard is not important to me. But his point is a clear one. When we both were dumb struck at her request asking if he can swap the transfer with her, as if time was on our side, another guy intervened and asked her if she is looking for a swap to our DC. She thanked that guy hundreds of times and even gave a treat in the canteen. When he heard about this, he took it hard saying that he should have agreed to her; because getting a treat from her is worth staying away hundreds of days away from her in hell. To hell with him I thought. And then when the question of finding accommodation came into picture, I recommended that apartment to her as it is a very safe place and many other girls from our company are staying over there. She is sure of fixing that apartment. With no point in talking with him, I threw the paper at him with ads circled on it which I felt suitable for us. He looked into it for a while and said, "May be we should try the one in the K.T street". It is definitely not near her place. Actually, everything I circled in the paper is far from her. Why is he interested in that place? I raised my ear brows. He looked at me casually, stretched his hands and said "We may not live in the same street, but we will live in the same house number 7."I could do nothing but hit my head on the wall.
[+/-]Nice talking to you
Days passed with all of us busy in the projects. As luck was against him, he was assigned to a different project than hers while as the same stroke of luck kicking me hard; I was assigned in her project. This was not good at all. Because apart from helping with her work, I had to explain him about her work in detail and he would raise questions which even the project manager can not answer. The reason is that he is making sure that she is getting work to the level she can handle. If there is anything that he feels difficult for her, he would automatically allocate it to me. I can not disagree with him as the chance of having a good dinner from his cooking is at hand. As she sits adjacent to me we had a lot of hello & smiles and casual talks too. Also, I can listen to all her conversations including her prayers to God whenever she compiles her code. It is always fun to listen her scolding God if the code did not compile successfully. The moment I told him about this cute behavior, he started talking with God every day. "If she can scold God, He must be close to her. So I better familiarize with him” was his response. The phone at her desk started to ring. She picked up and said hello. As part of my spying job, I have to listen to her conversations for hostile entities (boy friends). “Yeah!... Oh! How are you?... I am fine. Thanks…. No no… I am at my desk only.” She sounded casual but with a touch of talking to a stranger. “He is at his desk only. Do you want to talk with him? Sure. Nice talking to you anyway… hey!”. She held the phone towards me. Now who in the world will call her to reach me? I took the receiver and there he was. “Dude! Did you hear that? She said it was nice talking to me.” “Yeah! So?” I was really annoyed. There was a pause and some strange words echoed in my ears which I later realized to be swear words he have reserved for extreme cases only. I disconnected the call and stared back at my screen. “Is that your friend who used to sit behind us in the training lab?” she asked without turning away from her screen. “Yeah! Why?” I acted casual. “Nothing. The voice sounded familiar. That’s all” she sounded casual and got back to compile her code and started praying again. I am surely going to get a big treat if I tell him that she remembered his voice.
Riding my bike
"She did. She told me to invite you too." I pulled the plate.
"But that was just a formality. She never told me directly" The plate was in his hands again.
"May be... I mean may be... she would have called you if you had talked with her before... and talking means more than hi and bye and showing a blushed face." With much force, I pulled the plate away from him while he took the chicken from my plate.
"But you were invited." He said still holding the chicken roast away from me.
"That is because I am sitting next to her in office for the last 3 months"
My eyes were fixed on the chicken all the time. It was a big mistake to tell about her invitation to her sister’s marriage while having dinner. My chicken roast was taken from my plate as he left me like a dog looking at the bone in its master’s hands. I sure have to jump, roll over or catch my tail if I have to get my food.
"I got the invitation only today morning though she is leaving for home tonight." I added desperately trying to get the food.
"What??? She is leaving tonight! Why didn’t you say that to me?"
Oh! Oh! It is another stupid move I made. I did not say anything. I just stared at the chicken roast.
"Which bus is she leaving?"
"The usual one at 10 PM"
Furious, there was only 20 minutes to 10 PM, he dropped the chicken on my plate immediately and ran to the room. Greeted with the greatest gift, I started eating the chicken trying to finish it before he takes it again. After few seconds, he came all dressed up with a key in his hand.
"Hey! That’s my bike. Only I will drive with that. That’s the rule." I shouted.
He just stared back at me and I understood that there are more chicken pieces left and I should keep quiet if I want it. So with priorities set properly, I decided to take two more chicken pieces.
When I had not even finished the first chicken my phone started to ring. It was her number. Things have changed a lot lately. She has become a good friend to me and we used to chat often in phone. She has told about her family, friends, her experiences in life and even the love letters she had received in college days. For some reason, I did not tell him about the love letters. I picked the phone and said "Hi! Where are you? I thought you are going home tonight."
"Yeah! I am in the bus stop. The bus is delayed and I was bored. So I thought I will bore you for sometime."
"No problem. You can try your best. But I will get bored only when you disconnect the line."
"That’s funny." She giggled.
"Anyway, sorry for not able to come to the marriage. Unfortunately, I couldn’t show the invitation as certificate for the only sick leave left."
"That’s ok. I understand." she replied.
Not knowing what to speak about, I kept quiet while she too did the same. With few minutes passing without any words, she said "hey, I think the bus has arrived. Gotta go. Bye" and disconnected the call.
And then almost immediately, my phone rang again and it was his number.
"Where are you idiot?" I asked.
"On the road only. Now listen. Where are the vehicle registration papers?" he asked in a hurry.
"What do you mean? They are in my shelf only. Wait a minute. Don’t tell me that you are caught by the police."
But he was not listening to me at all. He just said "Why would you keep it in home?..... Leave it. I will take care" and disconnected.
I just stood wondering what I could do to help him. After all he is riding my bike. With no idea coming from my mind, I decided to take a break. After 15 minutes of finishing the first chicken, before I could get any ideas, he called me. "Dude! Don’t worry about me. I am fine. It just cost 200 bucks this time."
"Who the hell cares about you? I am just worried about my bike. Where the hell are you?" I shouted at him not able to understand his cool behavior even after being caught by the police.
"On the way dude." He was answering while driving. "listen. She called me and the bus would have probably arrived already. So just return back." "Damn! If it was not for that ________________ (better left unfilled) I would have got her. That ________ (close your eyes and ears again) spoiled all my plans. I was really irritated by his behaviors. For one, there is no plan. All he would do is stare at her from far away which would mostly beyond a sniper range. At most, he would pass her fast in the bike behaving like he never knew her and will make sure she never notices him. So the words about losing her because of the policeman was like India losing the cricket match because the ball was white in color. It doesn’t make any sense. "Whatever. Are you coming back or not?" I asked. "Dude! I am letting this go away. I will catch her in the next stop and come back only after seeing her" "What the hell are you talking about man?? Just come...." That’s when I heard a loud horn followed by shouting noises and the phone went dead. It all happened in a fraction of a second that I was still talking in the phone with half of my mind saying that he probably can’t hear me. The phone is dead after all. I stood frozen for few minutes not knowing what to do. Trying his number again and again though I knew nobody would pick it up. After several tries, his phone started to ring and he answered the call. "Dude! You bike is a mess. I think you have to go to office in bus for the next week"
"To hell with the bike! Are you alright? "I was completely confused how he can talk nuts at this time. Anyway it just made me feel that he is ok.
More memories to be recalled.....
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wikipedia says.... *hic* hic*ccup$*
Wikipedia says:
Vodka... is a clear liquid containing water, ethanol purified by distillation from a fermented substance such as potatoes, grain or molasses, and an insignificant amount of other substances: impurities and possibly flavorings. Except for various types of flavorings, vodka is a colorless liquid.
INJEY do not know of potatoes or grain or molasses or *hic* tomatoes. But INJEY knows vodka is not red; not blue; not green; not black; not white; not color.
Wikipedia says:
At strengths less than this(40%), vodka drunk neat (not mixed with other liquids) can taste "watery": above this strength, the taste of vodka can have more "burn".
INJEY says vodka went down and went up with a sizzling effect in 1..to.*hic*.3.. seconds. Then it made Praveen walk on the wall while Srikanth *hic* was standing upside nwod.
Wikipedia says:
Although vodka is traditionally drunk neat in Eastern European and Scandinavian countries of the "vodka belt", its popularity elsewhere owes much to its usefulness in cocktails and other mixed drinks, such as the Bloody Mary, the Screwdriver, the vodka tonic, and the vodka martini
INJEY wants to *hic* know how sprite mixed *hic* with vodka is called. Is it Srproka or vodrite?
Wikipedia says:
One of the stories regarding the creation of the Screwdriver cocktail refers to oil workers mixing their vodka and orange juice with screwdrivers, hence the name.
INJEY did not see screw *hic* driver. He only saw mixie jar as *hic* orange juice and vodka was mixed in a mixie jar to make screw driver which is actually *hic* mixie jar. So *hic* INJEY *hic* did not see screw driver because Arun drank all mixie jar.
Wikipedia says:
Vodka consumed in sufficient amounts, as any alcoholic beverage, can cause dehydration, digestive irritation and other symptoms associated with a hangover because these are inherent properties of ethanol.
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