San(')s Sanity

First of all, I am rather alarmed at this extended period of absence I have taken since my last post. For I never regarded myself as impuctual. Lazy, yes. Insolent, well sometimes. But always punctual. Ummm... almost always... So 'cause college officially resumes only in the first week of August, I have been spending a lot of time at home for two weeks now and it goes without saying that it has been rather uneventful. But this has hardly deterred one as loyal to blogging as yours truly from posting before, albeit completely insipid at times. And strangely there have been certain things that have been on my mind which I thought worth mentioning perhaps not as much to make an interesting read but to settle some issues... First off, let me take you back to about three wednesdays ago , I think. T'was the night of the graduation dinner for Ankush (a fellow Trilogy intern) and I. The conversation somehow came to involve soap and Simple Object Appln Protocol, probably an obligatory at...

After the trek... 

All the interns 

It sure has been amazing. Awesome. Fantastic. Fantabulous. Magnificent. MegaMagnificent. I should stop with the adjectives now for I will run short of them coz of my rather stunted vocabulary though I have hardly described aptly the great life experience this wonderful wonderous internship has been. And yes, it was nice too. So after all of 9 marvellous weeks, I must now bid adieu to this internship. And so, how better to say sayonara but with a post full of arigatos. That for the japaneselly handicapped few of you out there, is a Thank You post. So, here goes... hope I dont miss anyone and/or anything... The best place when one wants to start on a nostalgic journey is the place one calls home albeit cliched. Home or rather the guesthouse. Probably this was one of the highlights of the trip here. The huge rooms, comfortable beds and the miracle of cable Tv , which for one as starved for television as CAS-constrained yours truly, was the icing on the cake. Strangely, I sometimes feel t...

All of us in Wonder Valley 

Awww... cho sweet :P 

Dum Lagake... 

Rope Walking :D 

Patriots... 

About to jump... (again Wonder Valley) 

Wonder Valley 

Friday July 1st started quite innocently. It was my Mom's birthday and I duly wished her in the morning (and woke up my earliest ever on a weekday ~8 O'clock). I had no big plans for the day and apart from the fact that I had a TGIFish feeling, nothing great was expected. Was being the keyword. It was aound noon when I called Thota to fix up our meeting at Forum in order to settle some unfinished financial accounts pending from the Hyderabad trip. He seemed hesitant to agree to this idea and was trying to postpone making the decision til later, say 4 o'clock. I was perturbed by this but agreed thinking of possible reasons why he would rather tell later. I did have an inkling that he wanted to go to the Siemen's Day which he upto now was rather reluctnt to go, now that our man is a 'changed man'. So at around 4, I call only to get invited to the Siemen's Day! Amazing. I didn't need no second invitation for free food (and no I did not go there for the fre...

It was a normal enough saturday. Weekends for a Trilogy intern usually means something cool to do and today wasnt an exception. In fact today was the much-hyped Mentor-Interns football match. (By much-hyped I mean known to all mentors and interns and the HR incharges; Clearly I need to find myself a better PR guy :P) . Us interns were confident of a victory and were much encouraged by the customised football jerseys we had designed for ourselves with a totally awesome punchline " Thou shall kick butt ". We were even more 'kicked' when we heard that atleast three mentors will not be able to make it and like true sportsmen we would play with the three man advantage and easily win the match. Well, thats what we thought... In some desolate footer ground away from civilization the match was to begin. Many strategies were suggested until finally one of us decided "Just play somewhere". Brilliant. Ancelloti will die and turn in his grave. In any case that what was...

Quite difficult to imagine that it could actually happen. A meeting of the 6, the illustrious sextet, referred to by the masses as the 4th wing gumbal. Needless to say it turns out it did happen and even more needless to say, it was a blast! The meeting was chalked up and tickets were booked. Plans were made and remade. Certain wellwishers tried to convince yours truly to even indulge in such blasphemous activities as consumption of alcohol. But a Saint never gives in to temptation (unless he wants to , of course. But He didnt). Who the fuck is the Saint? Please no obscenities. Not good for your karma and nirvana and stuff like that. By the way, the Saint : its me. Sanjeev Sanjeev Vaidyanathan Sanjeev Helmet Vaidyanathan Sanjeev Helmet Pirlo Vaidyanathan Saint Sanjeev Helmet Pirlo Vaidyanathan That's me. Right after the rain dance of but a week ago, which would by itself would make an entertaining post , what with so much water and booze and food and dance and babes ;). I dont reme...

Why is it so difficult? What is this unqualified 'it' you ask?Anything and everything.. Why is it so difficult to feel so alone with so many people around you? Why is it as difficult to have your privacy ostensibly trespassed by strangers? Why is it so difficult to convince others that you are correct? Why is it as difficult to let others convince you that you are wrong? Why is it so difficult to spend a continuous hour looking at the star studded sky? Why is it as difficult to spend a continuous hour trying to concentrate on your work? Why is it so difficult to make a resolution that you can keep? Why is it MORE difficult to keep a resolution that you make? Why is it so difficult not to nod at someone who is making a presentation and just asked a rhetorical questions? Why is it as difficult to contain your laughter at the way the same person is presenting his work? Why is it so difficult to say hi to someone you dont know or havent met in a long while? Why is it as difficult t...

Guess some hindi songs are still bearable. Some are quite good infact, for example the song "Dus Bahene" and the aforementioned song with the same name as the topic. Thankfully for you,me and all the people who I cant describe in better words, this post is not about songs. Its about... (drumrolls) (sufficient throat clearing) Thota and me Whoever said "Third time's the charm" clearly didnt know that Thota and I exist. Act 1 Scene 1 (I always wanted to do this, but heck who has the patience) A crowded shopping mall appropriately called Forum. This place is one amazing place for anything you want to do : eat, shop, see movies and umm, anything else you consider worthy spending your time on. Well needless to say it was been the site of many a rendezvous, already, in the short time I've been here. The incident in question was the second or third time for me there. I was supposed to meet up with Thota to watch some movie which eventually we didnt go to. In thi...

Reading maketh a full man and writing an exact man. So said someone. But thats not what was thinking about. Quite different in fact. What maketh a man? Is it the man or the men around him? Sounds rather trivial... clearly its the man you say. But surely, as it did it with me after I first reflected on this rather philosophical question, one would be rather unsure. The same feeling as you get when you look at a true/false question whose contents you're vaguely familiar with and you're inclined towards one of the choices but not confident enough. Thank you PH101,PH102 and PH103 for the apt parallels you have provided. So, for ye in support of the Man and pooh-pooh my ostensibly weak attempt claiming that it is but the man who makes the men around him, I say cease and desist, O ignorant one. For do you not see the recursive way that the human soceity works. Do you not see that which is so blatantly obvious to one even as naive to the workings of Man as myself that most of the time...

MUST SEE THIS!!! http://news.ninemsn.com.au/timeline.as px It seems rather sad when something like this happens; I don't know who to believe. Schapelle Corby ? By the video which you would have probably just seen you would not hesitate to agree with me that her innocence is obvious. Or perhaps you aren't like me , so easy and so gullible. The fact of the matter is one, I really think that 20 years of imprisonment is too much for someone who I believe to be innocent. I don't remember where I heard this (I think it was one of the episodes of JAG which ironically I neither watched much or liked much) : It is better to let 10 guilty men go free than put one innocent man in jail . Man/woman. Whatever. I can't begin to imagine how I'd feel if confronted with a similar situation. Unknown country. Gone on holiday! Unknown people, unknown language, ... my God, for the love of all that I find imperfect in my life, I would never exchange it for something like that. That said, ...

So I was thinking about how wonderful it would be if life was but a Hollywood film and everyone had his heroine, all beautiful,smart, in a high-paying job, ready to risk everthing for the hero (who is you) and most importantly will end up with you whatever natural disaster, unnatural disaster, animal, monster, robot, Brad Pitt, through anything basically. Yes, that would be a good life. It would be... %Reality check% In the form of a somewhat recognisable voice from behind your chair, for all the above reflection was done in the privacy and the comfort of my chair , listening to the host of songs that the Considerate One, Goda charitably sent to the Unfortunate Ones (Thota and me) after much persuation... Mentor : Umm, can you write out a mail about what all you've done in the past two weeks. Me: oh. ok. (pause) Can I mention I was installing software? Mentor : (Slightly taken aback) Please dont. okay one line maybe. Me: hmm. ok. So then I realised, I have almost finished two wee...

So one week into my brief sojourn in the City of Gardens and I somehow feel I am not living up to the totally wild ride as I expected of this stay. But actually I am not complaining. I've been having a good time. Catching up with friends new, old and ... umm... older. Seeing a plethora of movies new, old and ...ummm... older. (I promise you I had not thought of this uncanny coincidence till I wrote it) But somehow I think I am not completely satisfied. Although I've like already visited two rather popular "watering holes", which had rocking ambiences - one retro and the other rock, I somehow thought there would be ...ummm.. something more. The reason I'm umming a lot is that I really don't know how else to put it and/or I'm thinking and writing at the same time and trying to include my thinking process as well. Bear with me. Or don't. Actually please. Ok. So I read the book Moon and Sixpence and Im convinced now that Somerset Maugham is one of the grea...