I wonder what that girl with big balls with wanted ? Wearing a tshirt reading ‘I need Kisses’, what do they expect men to do. Similarly, tht girl with a t-shirt reading cool, but actually the two ‘o’ were mising there. She was supposedly to using her balls to make up for that, atleast the positon of ‘c’ and ‘l’ suggested tht.
For over one week, I was addicted to this TV show. I don’t know what had happened to me. From the beginning I knew that I will be affected by it, but I didn’t know what was it in this show that kept on puling me to it. And for the first time, I feel bad for being an Indian, for being a part of Indian society. But it’s the same everywhere, I guess. But the show was awesome. The characters just don’t get away from my eyes, even when I close them. I even skipped breakfast or lunch at times while watching it, i mean almost lost the track of time. It was as if I lived with these characters. I really laughed and cried with them, even after promising so many people that I won’t be emotional anymore. But all these shits have to be forgotten, because reality is far from this. But now I can have some idea why people go crazy about TV shows in IIT also. But mine was not really that craziness, last time I felt all this was when in class XI I saw Rockford. But I am in love with America after all this. Yes, I luv America. Only now I m able to kinda give it up, because I can’t fine more of it on Net! Else everyday i will decide tht I will study away from this, then whenever i’ll open firfox or internet explorer, first thing that I will do is go for it.
I am a cultural boy. Plus good singer. (At least I believe so, but
many people don’t .. Ramjane is one of them, and Mangla feels he
can give tough competition to me in this!) And on the top of
everything, I am a stage boy , more of a performer than an
spectator. hehehe. Lots of self boasting. Now the actual point.
The other day when we went to the sole Indian shop here in
Klagenfurt (atleast till now I haven’t found any other), I asked the
guy there if there was any Indian cultural organization there
because I wanted to spread Indian culture here. He told that there
was a Gurudwara.
This Sunday we set out to that place. We asked the driver of a bus for the number of the bus which could take us there. And I was literally touched by his reply. He said, “Bus no. 45 will take you to India” . That was not just humorous but nice of him as well. Though these Germans don’t know even english much , but he knew a thing like temple means something Indian. He knew the word
temple but not gurudwara.
We finally reached there. That did not look like a gurudwara.
I mean it resembled like any other Austrianhouse in Klagenfurt.
But we could identify the place by the presence
of many sardars. Infact, there were very few sardars, most of them
had normal hair , but covered theier heads with some holy cloth.
They offered us coke when we just reached there. It was all modern
(or Austrian !!) version of Gurudwara. In place of some sweet water
that in offered in India, they gave us this! But the hospitalities
of those people was as warm as those of any other sikh, whether
Indian or in any part of the world. I was going there only second
time. I didn’t know the rituals. So were my other friends, quite
unaware of the things . In fact one of them was from AP. Pavan Kumar.
He could not anyway understand any thing there. But people explained
us the things. We did not at all fell that we were meeting them for
the first time. Then was the time for langar, which we mainly went
there for!!!. We didn’t cook good food. And Indian food here is not
just costly but rare also. Rare, because there is only one indian
restaurant here. That explains the expensive nature also. One samosa
costs some 5 euros!! So we were dying to have indian homemade food.
We really ate the food voraciously. After the food they even dropped
us at our place. Everything was unbelievable. They even offered
food for the dinner, and gave us a jug for that. We could not have
that experience even in India I guess. One funny thing was also
noticed. An old Austrian man and his wife also came there. Man
didn’t know how to sit in Indian style for such occasion!! he was
sitting as if sitting for loo. The old woman was no less funny. She
put some ‘chunni’ around her, some sikh custom, and sat with sikh
ladies with her tiny purse. Finally we left with very warm feelings.
Indeed the name is big enough. That seems to be mandatory for common
for any guy from Andhra Pradesh, or should I say South India? He is
quite cynical about the spelling of ‘pawan’ I have the habit of
spelling it as ‘pawan’ as most of the people, but he maintains that
it is ‘pavan’. I am also not sure of the order of the four words in
We are staying together during this internship, so getting to know
him and many other AP fellows through this experience. Various
others , because firstly , most of the AP guys are same!!! he
himself admits this. And secondly, there is a very beautiful thing
amongst these AP guys. They know every other entra in the college.
Not just in the batch, but also juniors and seniors. So he tells me
a thing or two about one entra or the other every day. When Pawan
kumar sings telugu songs, I feel as if I am watching Gemini or Sun
tv. They are all the same!!! In fact, it’s quite strange that in one
room, songs of 2 different languages can be heard in one room. His
telugu and my hindi can be distinctly identified.
This guy also has strange curiosities. On of them being,”i want to
see how a gals’ toilet looks like!”. I think that was really
creative of him.
These days I am watching lotsa Telugu movies with him. They are quite
understandable. After all, they are all Indain movies. Some of them are good
Now I was quite settled in Klagenfurt. Time flows quite fast here, through work, through jokes with pawan!!! Now it was my second weekend here. It seems to be a crime here to stay at home during weekend!! We didn’t want to be criminals. Plus it was a good time to visit new places in Austria. We were talking about some trip with our friend from Graz. He is Mr. Alok Chandra. and we call him Chentra!! . So we planned to go for trip to Salzburg and Vienna. After lot of plannings(Indians plan like anything for even the minutest event, ample proofs of it will come during the trips we made in europe, some of them being extremely funny!) and negotiati0ons about the timings , fare and place to meet, it was decieded that Chentra wouldcome to Klagenfurt to see this place and then we would proceed together to Salzburg. There came Chentra. I went to recieve him on station. He asked how far our hostel was from the station. I told him that it wud take some 15 mins. though I knew it was goin to take some 45 mins. Me cheapskate!! After all, bus fare was 1.6 euro.
Chentra taught us how to cook.
Infact, i guess that was the first day when we cooked rice in 15 days!! I had sprouted grams which I keep for breakfast. To have a nice bod. But Chentra is a guy with lot optimism. He finds opportunity in difficulty. We didn’t have lentils then. So he made some curry with grams . I was wondering how wud he make them without boiling. But this guy knows wht to be done with that. He gave me some instructions to cut onions and tomatoes, but wht came out finally was really delicous, both in taste and looks. We really devoured the food.
I also cleaned the room. Chentra’s visit was really like a visit to my home of some cousin. He also reciprocated such feelings. I wud while away with my cousins when they come to our place, and then we would go out and see places and markes around. We wud cook also. Similarly, we had lot of fun when chentra was here. We went and see Minimundus- a place that houses replicas of all the famous bulildings and monuments of the world.
Then we also did boating in the lake. In the room we ate our food by placing some kinda ‘food mats’ on the table, lest the table should become unclean. Me clean clean boy. Those ‘food mats’ were nothing but some useless cardboards or poly bags vacated from pawan’s clothes!! But we really ate like a family then.
While preparing dinner, we screwed pawan kumar, by giving him complicated cooking instructions!! and that too in hindi!!. We told him to make sure that colors of fried onions was brown. Look at the shade of brown!!!!
All in all, these were 2-3 days of ulti masti.
Last time when I came to Delhi airport, I cudn’t see it properly, as I was tired too much. And that was the first time i was there. But this time when I came to board the flight to vienna, I took note of many things. Soon some fotos will be placed here to complement this description. But I must admit that the place was awesome. It was hell lot of firangis. And quite expectedly , lot of sardars also, I guess they travel most frequently to foreign of all co munities in india. But the thing that irked me most that my family members who came to see me off were not allowed to enter in the airport. Atleast at guwahati airport I saw that there was a visitor’S gallery where people who came to see off could see the plane flying. I mean atleast for may family members this was a big opportunity. But then probably this arrangement is correct. Ater all, if such things are allowed , airport will very soon become New Delhi Railway station!!! Number of relatives of the travellers generally exceed the number of travellers there!!!. That leads to stampede, chaos and uncleanliness. Those security check people didn’t allow me to take chilly powder and shaving razor and a small scissor in the hand bag. When I purchased a small packet of chilly powder in Austria, I paid 2 euros!!!. I took some snaps of the good paintings in waiting lounge . They put it there tp please to foreign tourists. I haven”t seen one at any Railway Station, or in many other govt. buildings. But paintings were indeed gud.
Air hostess roaming around were quite hot. Finally we proceeded to board the flight. I was surprised to notice one thing – air hostess here were quite old. or shud i say tht they were far taller or more well built than the Indian ones. But they were just not as cute as indian ones. But the plane was different from Jet airways. For one thing, we didn’t need to go in a bus to reach the plane, i just didn’t get when did i enter the plane and left the airport!!! inside also it was compartmentalised in a differnt way. My seat was next to a firangi. When i reached there, that guy was already there seated in his place. He was supposed to get up for me to get in and take my window seat. But this guy got up without me asking for the same. It was the first instance of courteous nature of foreigners, or shud i say Europeans? Many more were to folllow . (every day in austria, i witness many such incidents). Then afterwards , I slept . Bocoz i was too tired and in the dark outside there was not much to see even during the take off, which could distract me from my sleep.
I missed the dinner while sleeping, when I woke up, I was feeling hungry, everyone was asleep. I tried to call an airhostess, but the system of buttons was so complicated that I pressed all the buttons!!! she came. I asked if I cud get something to eat. She asked if no one had come to me for tht. She then offered – veg or chicken.
After food i slept again, when i woke up, sun was about to rise. There was a screen on the seat which was playing either some german movie or some news channel and then it was showing our location and timings etc. we were above Caspian sea (if I am not mistaken)!!! I looked below. Nothing tht spcl I cud observe. Now i thought of talkin to this firangi guy sittin next to me. I learnt tht he was going to Spain and was actually a Swede. I asked him the indian cities which he had been to. He had visited Varanasi. Tht place is indeed popular amongst foreigners bcoz of its spiritual charisma. This time he was in Delhi for buisness reasons. He was reading stuffs about Indian politics. I expressed my surprise at that. He said he was doing so because it was intresting and also, he felt that Indian was economy growing at a fat rate, and he found a good market in India. Soon we reached Vienna. I was in a foreign land. I was seeing through the window of the plane when it was landing.
I was trying to find the feeling of being in abroad. Ofcourse there were buildings and more buildngs. Big hotels also.
But they are there in Delhi also. But I felt main things that distinguish the two are cleanliness, automation and public transport. Roads were very clean. The airport was less crowdy. Very less. Most of the things were automated there. Human intervention was not required in many things such as getting a ticket or opening of doors etc. Then public transport was excellent. Buses were big ,spacious and had lot of technology in them. They had very big window panes, so that one can kinda do a whole tour of city while moving ina bus, or tram or any public transport. And as I said that it had lot technologies, I wasn’t much aware of them earlier. When the bus came, a door opened, which i thought was the entrance to the bus as i saw a lady placing her luggage. I also put my bags there. Then I didn’t know where to enter the bus from. I saw two Indians there. (Later on learned that they were journalists from India and were in vienna for 2 days for some shoot). I asked them where was the entrance to that bus. They told that bus wasn’t open till then, and that place was for luggage only!!!! God I was embarassed like hell!! I was sure many more such scenes were to follow in during the next 3 months, after all, I had not seen such things in India. On the top of that I had not been a great movie buff, who wud see these things in the movies.
So here I was in the Mozart’s land. Setting on for another journey, the final destination, for 3 months. It was Klagenfurt.
So thanks to this internship, I managed to fly (ofcouse without wings, but yes Jet wings). I came from Guwahati to New Delhi by flight. It is indeed magical to see that I can cover the distance of 2 days in 2 hrs. Also I take time adjust to different places. I mean while coming from guwahati to del, my mind and body does undergo a transformation of sorts ,I start thinking about home. Technically speaking values of my enviroment variable change!!! But this time 2 hrs passed in no time. But this journey was made even more memorable with the presence of my brother Sachin who was there with me all the time. Thanks to him, I was able to folow all the protocols involved. The flight crew looked like machines. I mean it was as if they were toys in which some instructions were fed. Even their smiles were artificial!!! But the food was good. I was feeeling some giddiness, or vomitting tendency, that I generally feel while travelling in bus. Mangla was making fun, by asking if I wanted to do it in a cantainer atached to the seat, which he said that was used for this purpose. As we were approaching New Delhi , things below started appearing quite clear. The buildings were all the same. Some kind of model view for a city. It was no different from google earth!!! And we finally landed on Indira Gandhi International Airport. My brother moved in one direction. I went in other direction . For 3 months.
My first basket!!!!
I have been playing basket ball for quite some time now. Only thing is earlier I was never regular. i wud play some months then leave it. i had this bad habit of givin up soon, plus i m always hardpressed for time. But this time I have been regular since the begining of the semester, and will continue to do so.
Yesterday, i did my first basket in the past 3 days !!!!
Isn’t tht great, tht does call for celebration!!!! Game was about to end. I was just under the basket, somehow the ball landed up in my raised hands. And i did it.
Manoj said, “finally RD did it”. Wow tht was a special feeling.
I hope I’ll certainly improve my game, if I stay regular with the game. The first yrite Jayant is also very helpful.
Here’s a Jordan in making !!!
Today was a day full of irony and stark contrasts. In the morning only i read aboout London’s victory in bidding for 2012 olympics and hardly 12 hrs later i read about these horrible London blasts. Actually, we human beings have become so much habitual of the casualities that we don’t take any tragedy seriously unless the number of casualities runs into thousands.
Photos courtesy BBC and The New York Times
The casualities were barely 33, till the time I am writing this blog, but this event has sent several important signals and lessons to be learnt. Firstly, we must notice that whole of the London is united in this hour of crisis. Even the politicians, whether from conservatives or democrats, all were pledging the to keep London united, and their first priority was to help the people reach to safety.Now compare this with the Indian scenario. Some 2-3 days back, Ayodhya was attacked. This became so big a matter, that on the BBC site, only news under the section ,’South Asia’ , was “More Ayodhya protests”. This was too much. I mean in our case, when hardly any casualty concerning any civilian was reported, and all the 6 terrorists have been gunned down, why this bruhaha now over such a petty matter. In India, whenever such thing happpens, first thing we hear form political leaders other than those beonging to treasury is that X should resign and Y should resign. I guess it’s high time that we the Indians should learn to behave in a matured manner and show the world that we are also united when it comes to the threat to the security of the nation is concerned rather than politicising the issues to make them the front page headlines of BBC.
Probably that’s why BBC doesn’t write much good things in the profile of India. It begins describing India by the word ,” a nuclear weapon state”. But in that case BBC is also discriminating. And strangest thing is that it gives a link for the national anthem of Pakistan on it’s profile page(that’s a different matter that it didn’t work , atleast I could’n’t open it), but not a link of Jana-gana-mana on the profile page of India.
But situation of london is really strange at the moment. In one hand , he’s carrying the victory of securing London as the venue for 2012 olympics, on the other hand, it has these blasts.
I really feel sorry for Mr. Blair, who’s concerned with , apart from these 2 issues, the G-8 summit also. There also, supporters of African nations are giving tough times to the leaders of highly developed nations, including Mr. Blair.
God bless London
I ‘ve never been comfortable with the whoile idea of blogging. I could never convince myself why to to write something on net. Why not write something in a persaonal diary? Also, why shud any one else be intrested in reading my writings?
But still i m bloggin. only reason is i wanna know wht difference this bloggin act of mine shall bring in my life, my attitude etc….. Also these days i m doin project work under Dr. Barua. The work assigned is good but also demands good knowledge. and net is the best place to get wht u want.
ya it’s lord google who comes to my rescue. while googling i get plenty of blog sites. ppl sharing very useful information and knowledge– how to use different functions, syntaxes, declarations of dll’s et al. they also list problems of ppl and solns.( though most of the times they, i find problems being poisted and to see the soln, one has to sign in, smartness !!!)
some times i wonder why do ppl take pains in writn so much , oops!! typin so much. though i do benefit from techno blogs, but still many of ques are unanswerd.
This is my sort of 1st blog. let’s see wht future has in store for me as far as bloggin arena is concerned. also since , i hav started bloggin, cud someone give soln to my prob:
when i make a simple .Net application for a PocketPC, which has to show just a messg box sayin hi, whenever the form loads, it shows the messgbox 1st time after thre deployment. after tht it never apears. not just tht, all the evehts tht i hav put in the code of form_load happen only once after the deployment, after tht it never happens, any body listening??