'CULT'ure..

Ok Peeps. I am finally back on the forum...!!

Past two months have been craaazzzyyyyyyy hectic with a lot "life-changing" knots.

Tsk...Tsk...

Finally got the time to actually sit down and pen some random gibberish. :P

Recently me and some of my folks got into the discussion of the whole culture, upbringing and modernization thing. I know, its a very used and reused topic been discussed a million times in each and every household.

Today, what we deem as the whole western versus eastern (asian) culture is actually the ideas and perspective of a handful of men. When man became man (as in from tree hopping monkey to what we all are today), who would have decided whether it was right or wrong to wear clothes, to kill another being, to steal or do anything for that matter. It was the perspective of a handful of people that we follow as culture today. Where I may find amusement, another being may find pain and abuse. And the same is true vice versa.

So people actually fight and argue about culture shaping them and so son but the whole thing is they are just blindly following what a CULT of people decided zillion years ago. So I'm not saying that everyone has to act according to what they think is right or wrong and not give a damn about what others thing and feel. But it has been engraved in us so much that what we think is right or wrong is influenced by that culture.

I may think that an issue, like smoking for example, is wrong but that is influenced by the way I was brought up by my parents, who taught me these ideas of CULTURE. So, at the end of the day, all I can say is being cultured is nothing but making sure you know how to balance between what you think and what would be the consequences of that thought on others who matter. If that balance is maintained... well your a well mannered, cultured person. If it aint, you're just a yahoo / hooligan.

Well, Parents. Dont complain that your kids are not listening to you and that they are going wayward in life or that this whole generation is just messed up...

Little red riding hood didn't listen to her mother..

Jasmine was in a live- in relationship wid Alladin..

Snow White lived alone wid 7 dwarfs...

Pinnochio was a liar...

RobinHood was a thief.

Tarzan walked without clothes on..

A stranger kissed sleeping beauty n she married him.

Cindrella lied, sneaking out at nite to attend a party.

The little mermaid, well dont even ask, she was wooing some other species.

So there you go parents. These are the stories you raised us with and now there is no point complaining !!!

Hahahahaha. PEACE !

SCREWED !!

ITS OFFICIAL !

I challenge ANYONE out there (YES it’s an official CHALLENGE) that they couldn’t have had more bad luck in one day than what I had on Sunday (except for you Roy C. Sullivan – US park ranger from Virginia. Well he has to be the man with the worst “Strike” of bad luck. He was struck by lightning 7 times in his lifetime, excluding the time lightning struck his tombstone. Amen).

Well this is how it started. We had some machines that were to be shifted to the site from the warehouse (Warehouse – 13 ?????) which took a god forsaken 15 hours and then was transported to the site (which took another 2 hours). This is where it ALL began.

We had 11 trucks, each carrying an average of about 9-10 tons of machinery. You do the math. I always slept thru math class (Jalaj… Mangla… Sinha…zzzzzzzzzz…).

I successfully moved 9 trucks and placed the machinery in their respective places. Now comes the dreaded 10^th truck. We had lifted a crane (Yes ppl, we actually lifted a 12-ton crane… It was an awesome sight !) with the help of 2 other cranes and placed it inside the site to ease the movement of machines.

While emptying the tenth truck, my fate decides to play mind games and I had to go to my car to get something. (It was as if fate had a hand in it and made me disappear from the scene at that exact moment.) I return to find… CRASH…!!! One of the machines (12 tons) is lying sideways on the ground.

YES IT WAS FKIN DROPPED FROM A HEIGHT OF 8 FEET !!!! The bloody crane operators didn’t use proper equipment and the metal rope snapped. AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH.

Now the first question a lotta ppl asked me was “how much was the machine worth?”. Well, lets just say I have to win Amitabh Bachan’s long lost tv show TWICE to cover the cost. GRRRRRRRR…!!! I was literally sufferin from shock (seen ppl “go into shock” on tv shows but this is the first time I bloody felt it). After recovering (which was apparently a surprising hour), I rushed back to office to check up on the machines insurance paperwork and that’s when I got the next call.

They were supposed to lift the 3^rd crane off the site and pack for the day. When they were lifting it, they dropped the crane and almost killed 3 people (thankfully no one was hurt). So I had to rush back to site and was relieved to find that there was no major damage. Just as I was about to leave the site, my site engineer came rushing and says one of the load men is injured.

Apparently, one of the four load men tripped and fell on some stacked blue metal. He incurred injuries on one side of his face and had to be admitted in the hospital for 8 stitches and finally came out with no major damage.

Just after this was all about to be over, one of the cranes (on their way out) cracked the platform of the opposite house and the owner started yelling like a Jackass. Trust me I was on the verge of explosion. Informed a local cop and called in a few favors and finally handed over the issue to him to handle.

And to top it all off, CSK lose in the SUPER OVER (which hasn’t happened in this season so far) against one of the teams last on the table. SAAAAAAAADDDDDDD !!!!

Ok people, now tell me. Can anyone out there challenge this? If you can, I will pay you whatever u ask for.

But if u can’t, well my bank account details are ready. Lemme know and I will send it over for the transfer !!

PEACE !!

Goa - east meets west !

Yes people, I finally made the all-awaited trip to Goa. But it was probably all the hype I built in my head about Goa that made me think, on actually reaching there, "Hmmm...Not Bad..." Went there with my sis, b-i-l and friends.

Went through Bengaluru and had a weird wait in the airport as I was working even there through Wi-fi... Grrrr... But it was definitely fun thanks to Vijay Mallya. But then, I met Raghu (my childhood pal) and dragged him along to Goa as well...

Landed in Goa and decided one thing. Our Govt does not know how to cash in on assets. Goa is almost like the tourist capital and the airport is a sad excuse for even a shack. All flights converge into that small place and dont even get me started on the baggage claim. "My bag finds me.... Finds me not.... finds me... finds me not..." (literally guys - so many baggages and only 1 belt)

From there, took a taxi ride to Dona Paula (a 40 minute journey) and saw BITS (Restecp... \m/) on the way. Got to the place and stayed at a bungalow (thats my future business plan - build bungalows in Goa and put em out for rent... 5 becomes 10... then 25... then 100 and then WORLD DOMINATION !!!) ahem.... um... where was I...?

Settled down with some Kingfishers and officially started my vacation (cant believe its already over.... Booo Hooo). By the time I was back in my senses, it was dinnertime. Went to Cid... Ceda... Dic... uuuuuggggghhhhhh CIDADE DEGOA...finally ! (Really Guys - thats really the name of the hotel). Had an 'awesome' dinner that was totally (not) worth the penny. Came back walking all the way (Burrrrrrppppppppp.... Oops excuse me !) and settled down with my beers again. Hehehe...

Next morning, me and Raghu rented an avenger (from which we literally squeezed every ounce of petrol... broke down soooo many times...) and went to BITS (freaking 30 kms in a place we dont know the head or tail of). Pretty much like an adventure. Went to drop off a laptop of a friend and boy was I choking on nostalgia. Damn College days - Zombie walk... Crap food... almost LIVING at the Department for Festival prep.... sober weekdays and drunk weekends... Gone are those days... Came back to the room and played Texas Holdem poker... Made a good win and then decided to watch (for the millionth time) Harold & Kumar (whitecastle)... Legend.....Dary !!!

Next morning, went for a ride on the 'Sea Princess'... Dont get too many ideas... It was a cruise...

Dolphin chasing... fishing... (actually caught a Dracula Fish...) Snorkelling... and finally goin crazy on the beach... while 'Bird watchin' (for all those people who think of the wrong definition, I aint responsible for your mistakes')

Got back and heard the news of (Boom Boom) Afridi trying to satisfy his insatiable hunger with the cricket ball. Yes... He tried to eat it...ALIVE !!! Lol... What have the days come to in PCB... They arent taking care of the players enough and so the players start eating cricket kits. Shame on ya guyz... Laughed my arse off till it literally hurt and I fell off the chair...

Caught the early morning (8 30 is early man.... Yaaaawwwnnnnnn) AIR INDIA flight (blessed with the last row seat) and now back at work (as they say... back to square A)...

All in all, a nice time-off from work and a good chance to catch up with friends... Now lemme get back to work and then criticize PCB and the Pak team more... MUAHAHAHAHAHA !!!

P.S. Photos will be up soon !