Monthly Archives: October 2008


He sat there. was open. He swore loudly. Why wasn’t he able to do it?? SAVE!! Everybody he met kept telling him the same mantra. When the payslip came,payslip never came these days, the amount was just credited to the bank account.”Oh god, the bank account”, he thought. If he didn’t call those retards there he would be having a medical insurance against his name for which he would be paying Rs.5000 every year. The best part was the insurance guys gave you the money if you where in the hospital for more than 4 days. Who went to the hospital these days?? He usually called a girl who had studied in the same school with him and now was AIIMS doing her PG in some branch of medicine he never asked her.Usually it was the same dose of antibiotics(he had had his last course only a month ago) or the fact that his back and head where constantly aching. He actually knew that going to the doctor at the end of the road on one Saturday evening might actually cost him less than his phone’s STD bill. But still that’s the only time he talked to her.He did talk to that junior from college whom he was seriously hoping about, and there was always the other girl who was in the floor above his, but still he couldn’t talk to mum. It costs calling up home ya. All the details he had to hear. Suddenly he was pulled back down to the earth, he had no money. He was poor. Yeah he did wear a pair of woodland shoes and his bathroom slippers where branded PUMA. He did POWERDRESS everyday to work and on Fridays went in clothes that had a brand tag hanging in every possible place. Even his socks where branded damn it!! Every-time he went shopping(which he did every sunday because it was boring at home) he bought couple of trousers and three shirts. Diwali is just a couple of months away and yeah we do have durga pooja before that. What about pongal?? Shouldn’t you look good at work? What will do by saving all that money? Are you going to take it to the grave with you? There where the questions that the clothes asked him whenever he saw them. But still he was poor. Should I ask dad to credit 3k to my account? He had just paid the rent to his landlord and has about 3 more weeks in the month. How could he have done it? He had sworn to himself exactly a month ago, “whatever happens, I would save atleast 10K the next month and another 3K goes into the Bajaj Pulsar buying fund.”But before that he needed those ray ban glasses. The sun’s UV rays might spoil his eyes. He might go blind. What was 5000 rupees before eyesight?? And in the morning when he went to drink tea in the corner shop down the road he had to wear the Nike shorts or those reebok tracks he had bought last week. He did swear to himself that he would start gymming(become a gympanzee??) after he had bought them. But the gym costs. He was POOR. All this had to be sorted out. Or he wold have to pay TAX. Why should he pay tax now? He was already paying taxes for whatever he was buying. Even the fortnightly meal he ate in pizzahut had tax included in the bill. He did occasinally glance at the neighbouring comp when the same website was open. How could that idiot have such a beeg bank balance? and worse part was the neighbour was going onsite in the coming month. Won’t people laugh at him there?? The neighbour didn’t even have a pair of Levi’s latest reg tags. How great he was. He proudly owned three of them now, so that he could wear them in turns on Fridays. But still his question remained unanswered. HOW CAN HE SAVE?? SHOULD HE START DOING THE COST CUTTING MEASURES LIKE HIS ORGANIZATION??



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Of Chaats, Pondicherry and Cbe!!

Well its been a long time since i wrote something. I can’t think about anything.Problem is I’m working and drinking tankard fulla coffees all the time, also I’m one of the lucky one who gets to travel through the country side and a lotta construction sites. Boy aren’t there guys converting all the fields into something much more productive and yeah now we know why we have so much of crisis for food products here in INDIA.

All this cribbing apart now I’m Simon and Garfunkel said every stranger’s face reminds me of all those people i know here. I mean now that I’m in pondy for a vacation. This is a small place, and after living for almost 2 decades I know everybody. Literally everybody and virtually too(with a lotta help from orkut). One thing I love about pondy is chats!!(i know lotta people out there like this place for a lotta other things, we’ll discuss those later!!!). Every road corner now has a shop that says Masala Puri – 8Rs or 10Rs or even in some shops 15Rs. Well there once used to be a time when someone I know very well described me as FOOLHARDY to masala puri. Now that I’ve gone from this city, boy do I miss those days of eating chaat in every small shop that opened in the city and if the chaat there was sad then we would go to our usual shops and have another round so that the taste buds felt good. Well if any of you are planning to come down, do lemme know. I can give you a detailed report of which type of chaat can be had in which shop and whether will you be able to make it to work the next day after eating that. There is this place nestled in the corner of Bharathi Street where Valli Vilas Gold house’s there. Its a classy place. For 10rs you could stand in the shades of the tall jewel palaces(!!) that surround you and eat a chaat which has been prepared right under your nose. There also this place near in the what used to be the Ajanta Theater Junction in MG street(now you could call it the Adithi Junction, yeah hotels have become damn common here!!) where you can sit inside in a shop with a Gujju aunty while the guy makes you a hot plate of chat, the only problem is its a bit too ticklish in the tongue, as in its got  weird taste that I’ve found no where else. These are two places i give you gurantee you can make it to work the next day. Now there’s this place at the end of the beach just opposite to the petrol bunk there. Recommened chat : Dahi puri. These guys have served so many thammbi customers that they themselves have started calling it Thayir Puri!! Now its cool.. tell the guy 50-50, he makes it half sour and half sweet. You do have a wonderful time finding out which is which.But it does tale a toll on your stomach. Well and if you are an ardent Bhel Puri fan, I’d suggest you go down to a shop near Saram. These guys are class.They even have a genset behind their shop so that they can have electricity. And you can sit in the three legged plastic stools that are there behind the shop(ok trailer) and enjoy a cool evening’s breeze while the ganapathi temple behind you is blaring some Murugadas song in 3rd rate speakers.

Now that you have an idea of how much i love chat. Come down to coimbatore, I’ll tell you PLEASE DON’T EAT CHAAT HERE. They are not chaat but they are coconut oil doused puris. Seriously, I did spend a whole day trying out chats in variuos places in Crosscut st, D B road or Sai baba Colony. Never once did they match the lowest range of chat I can get in the road corners in Pondy. For one the chaats here aren’t hot I say. Ice cold sometimes too. They do make them in coconut oil and the worst part is I had to eat chaats in a couple o places without potatos or Onions. And you can’t find channa that you find in the KOLAMBU(that’s what its apparently called in Cbe) which is poured liberally over your Puri’s that have not been properly smashed or holed in. Boy these guys need to surely come down and eat proper chat. Btw don’t ever try and eat Pani Puri anywhere in Cbe. He dilutes the Kolambu with water and add some weird green stuff that it reminds you of the cough syrup that amma gave you when you where 6 and couldn’t sleep in the night because of dry cough!! Now this does give me an idea of opening my own chat shop in Cbe. I could try using some technologies we use at work to manage my projects here!! Suggestions and Partners are always welcome!!


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