Man... what a terrible last week i had. Just because of my stupid manager very nicely did not tell the big boss abt my leaves i had to cancel my holidays to meet the deadline. Fuck...
Then on top of that went out to see TaRaRumPum on sunday. What an absolute shit movie it was, wonder why do people make such movies.The last 3 hindi movies i have seen are - Salaam-e-Ishq, Namaste London & Tararumpum. Pretty bad i know......
Monday, April 30, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Saturday....
Saturday... Was at work again... but as usual did very little work. Had a nice discussion with a colleague abt the work culture here as compared to the US. Found out some intresting things...
As i write this Chris Gayle has 74 from 50 balls and is showing why is one of the finest stikers of the ball we have today... too bad for WI that it came so late in the tournament, otherwise they well might have been playing for a place in the semis today.
What else... yes... car parks supposedly have higher resale value in HK than houses. Don't we all want a carpark in HK.
Ohh.. almost forgot was watching Linkin Park's new song. Nice song and an equally nice video.http://youtube.com/watch?v=8sgycukafqQ
As i write this Chris Gayle has 74 from 50 balls and is showing why is one of the finest stikers of the ball we have today... too bad for WI that it came so late in the tournament, otherwise they well might have been playing for a place in the semis today.
What else... yes... car parks supposedly have higher resale value in HK than houses. Don't we all want a carpark in HK.
Ohh.. almost forgot was watching Linkin Park's new song. Nice song and an equally nice video.http://youtube.com/watch?v=8sgycukafqQ
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Data.. Analytics ???
Was looking at websites of some consulting firms today. Reading about the sample cases, the problem solving methodologies and in general the hectic life of a consultant, made me miss the fun days at inductis. Why do i miss it, probably because tomorrow like today and like every single day for the past 3-4 months, I'll have to run couples of merges...(shit... error here.... couple of sorts and then one merge).... one summary, 10-12 sets of arrays and a final sort.
Wow... wonder why am i called statistical analyst??
Wow... wonder why am i called statistical analyst??
Monday, April 16, 2007
Frustrated
Absolutely boring day at work today. Had a couple of things to finish EOD, but i kept delaying it, dunno why but no energy or excitment towards work. Wonder, why this is, beacuse i have been feeling hmm.... yes frusrtated lately. Frustrated from what i don't know, maybe a change of some sort might help.
Had good food at Anjappar for dinner. Way better than the stuff they serve in KL, even the service and the ambience (whatever little there is of that) was nice. Dinner dicussion revolved around what the definition of BOND (hindi wala) would be. Sarfaraz's reaction seemed a little defensive on certain points, wonder if he took personally.
Massa won.. ...yippee!!!
Had good food at Anjappar for dinner. Way better than the stuff they serve in KL, even the service and the ambience (whatever little there is of that) was nice. Dinner dicussion revolved around what the definition of BOND (hindi wala) would be. Sarfaraz's reaction seemed a little defensive on certain points, wonder if he took personally.
Massa won.. ...yippee!!!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Easter weekend and a lost passport...almost !!!
Last weekend would be a memorable one... for all the right and wrong reasons. The plan was to leave singapore by 7:00 am to beat the rush of weekend travellers. So far so good.
Well come friday morning, i woke up only to see that the time was already 6:45. Fuck... only 15 mins to take a bath, pack my stuff and above all shave my 10 day old beard (which BTW alone takes me 20-25 mins). Chucked shaving given that underneath the beard there is no tom cruise.... had a bath and just as i was abt to finish packing my stuff the phone rings. It's moorthy, calling to say that the van is delayed and i can take my own sweet time to come. As they say "Kat Gaya"
Slept a little after that and then went to Moorthy's house to meet the rest of the gang. Total 10 guys including moorthy and family(with a kid), a gujju couple (yet to celebrate there 1st anniversary i guess), lakshmi&lakshmi(each trying to talk less than the other), tvs(camera guy), sarfaraz(office wala) and me.
Easied our way into Malaysia, and i must say i was impressed with the country. Excellent roads, good infrastructure and massive open spaces with palm trees... which reminded me of kerela. A welcome change from the artificial Singapore. Well after abut 4hrs of ride, we reached Port Dickson, our first pit stop. The resort looked old, however the rooms were spacious, nice and clean. The best part was that we were expecting a man made beach there, but what we found was this
.
A beautiful beach and a room that had the best view i have ever seen.
That nite we had our dinner at a local road side stall (veg fried rice). As i was a tired i decided to go to sleep early. That's when it hit me, bag having the passport was not with me. Last i remenber was keeping the bag in the van. Fuck.. i just hoped it was still there.... Ran down, asked tvs to call the driver. He was in johor by that time, but thankfully the bag was still in the van and he was comming to KL the next day, so we could take it from him then. zzzzz... after that
Next day was qualifying, so from port dickson we directly went to Sepang. It was hot and humid, but my first F1 experience was worth it. People were everywhere, there was however excellent bus service to take u to different parts of the circuit. We sat on the hill stand near intermidiate 2. Ferrari at pole and i went home happy.
From Sepang we went to KL the 2nd pit stop of out journey. We were supposed to stay at a service apartment, but the fucking guys there had given our rooms to some gora firaang. There only excuse was faulty internet booking... whatever. I don't get this, but everywhere i go, i see people bending over backwards to please them, from cute chinkis trying to seduce these goras in to marriage, to places like sucasa where they think that it's ok to give ur rooms to goras. Asses..
Well, in the end we did manage to get our rooms that too beacuse 2 guests had to leave earlier than expected. After all this i was tired and dozed off as soon as i hit the bed.
Next day was Race Day. Departed at 11:30 for the 3:00 pm start. Got stuck in the traffic for abt 1hr but still made it to the race by 2:15. Absolutely amazing atmosphere with ferrari fans being the most vocal. The race starts and as we go into the first corner, alonso is first and massa and hamilton are battling it out behind him. I can say for sure that at point the noise was more than u could hear in an Indian cricket stadium when sachin comes to bat. Amazing..
Moorthy and gujju however, had the last laugh as mclarens finished 1-2 with ferrari coming 3rd. After the race there was a small stop at KL airport to drop a frnd going to India. After that all tired and hungry we headed home to Singapore via johor bahru. Reached home at 2:00 am, uploaded some pics, chatted with some guys, and slept at 3:00. Phew.... quite a weekend that was
P.S I got my passport (BTW even sarfarz's passport was in the bag, so i would not have been alone behind bars) not in KL, but in Johor, where we met the driver near the immigration building.
Well come friday morning, i woke up only to see that the time was already 6:45. Fuck... only 15 mins to take a bath, pack my stuff and above all shave my 10 day old beard (which BTW alone takes me 20-25 mins). Chucked shaving given that underneath the beard there is no tom cruise.... had a bath and just as i was abt to finish packing my stuff the phone rings. It's moorthy, calling to say that the van is delayed and i can take my own sweet time to come. As they say "Kat Gaya"
Slept a little after that and then went to Moorthy's house to meet the rest of the gang. Total 10 guys including moorthy and family(with a kid), a gujju couple (yet to celebrate there 1st anniversary i guess), lakshmi&lakshmi(each trying to talk less than the other), tvs(camera guy), sarfaraz(office wala) and me.
Easied our way into Malaysia, and i must say i was impressed with the country. Excellent roads, good infrastructure and massive open spaces with palm trees... which reminded me of kerela. A welcome change from the artificial Singapore. Well after abut 4hrs of ride, we reached Port Dickson, our first pit stop. The resort looked old, however the rooms were spacious, nice and clean. The best part was that we were expecting a man made beach there, but what we found was this
.A beautiful beach and a room that had the best view i have ever seen.
That nite we had our dinner at a local road side stall (veg fried rice). As i was a tired i decided to go to sleep early. That's when it hit me, bag having the passport was not with me. Last i remenber was keeping the bag in the van. Fuck.. i just hoped it was still there.... Ran down, asked tvs to call the driver. He was in johor by that time, but thankfully the bag was still in the van and he was comming to KL the next day, so we could take it from him then. zzzzz... after that
Next day was qualifying, so from port dickson we directly went to Sepang. It was hot and humid, but my first F1 experience was worth it. People were everywhere, there was however excellent bus service to take u to different parts of the circuit. We sat on the hill stand near intermidiate 2. Ferrari at pole and i went home happy.
From Sepang we went to KL the 2nd pit stop of out journey. We were supposed to stay at a service apartment, but the fucking guys there had given our rooms to some gora firaang. There only excuse was faulty internet booking... whatever. I don't get this, but everywhere i go, i see people bending over backwards to please them, from cute chinkis trying to seduce these goras in to marriage, to places like sucasa where they think that it's ok to give ur rooms to goras. Asses..
Well, in the end we did manage to get our rooms that too beacuse 2 guests had to leave earlier than expected. After all this i was tired and dozed off as soon as i hit the bed.
Next day was Race Day. Departed at 11:30 for the 3:00 pm start. Got stuck in the traffic for abt 1hr but still made it to the race by 2:15. Absolutely amazing atmosphere with ferrari fans being the most vocal. The race starts and as we go into the first corner, alonso is first and massa and hamilton are battling it out behind him. I can say for sure that at point the noise was more than u could hear in an Indian cricket stadium when sachin comes to bat. Amazing..
Moorthy and gujju however, had the last laugh as mclarens finished 1-2 with ferrari coming 3rd. After the race there was a small stop at KL airport to drop a frnd going to India. After that all tired and hungry we headed home to Singapore via johor bahru. Reached home at 2:00 am, uploaded some pics, chatted with some guys, and slept at 3:00. Phew.... quite a weekend that was
P.S I got my passport (BTW even sarfarz's passport was in the bag, so i would not have been alone behind bars) not in KL, but in Johor, where we met the driver near the immigration building.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Fist Post
I came across a blog for the first time in 2003 while surfing the Internet at British Library. In the 4 years since then many of my friends/colleagues have started there own blogs. I try to read most of them on a regular basis. It's always an interesting read, and quite often it tends to reflect a side of people i never knew. Hope this blog reflects a side of me that people already know and some which they don't.
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