Noggyisms

BACKGROUND Imagine a nice, little Delhi girl walking into the hustle and bustle of Mumbai. I mean Delhi is just a village that has grown unlike where she is right now. And she feels out of place. Now I will chuck all the parts about how she feels while getting used to the big bad city and go straight into what happened. She is looking for a decent flat and a nice roomie which in case of Mumbai is looking for the broken tip of a needle in 4 huge haystacks. Anyway she looks and looks and finally finds a guest house for herself and life seems to be dandy and nice till the guest house owner turns out to be a bitch (not literally of course) and somehow after occasions were police were called but unable to do anything and losing deposit money etc this little Delhi girl has to leave that place. Her name is AASTHA! Cut to scene where someone else from her institute is there in the same city. She has got this brute of a person looking like the HULK incarnate at her arms length always an...

First an introduction. Smarty Sen, henceforth for brevity's sake to be referred to as SS (not to be confused with the more notorious SS of Nazi fame although our friend smarty sen does have a few jhatkas and matkas of the original Hitler’s people) and Pee Gee (once again for brevity's sake to be referred to as p ji. In this regard it would be worthwhile to mention that the very suffix, ji, brings about images of a bureaucrat, mantri etc in the old sense of the term, you know the type that have chai, laze around and basically are the office eye sore and other sores also. I am not sorry and that is exactly the picture I wanted to convey ... our dear one man band has now become a podgy, paunchy, baldie chai peeing (in the drinking sense and not the pissing) little sore spot. Whew that took away a lot of frustration ... anyway so now that u get the general idea of the two, let’s get on with the story. Well into one of the earlier days of p ji's new turf, I should actually us...

Well people after our (pushpi and me) travails oh I am sorry I mean travels to far and wide ... parts of the country I didn’t know existed ... we are back! Well pushpi has managed to get transferred to Delhi where he will stay and do nothing ... I have managed not to get transferred to Delhi and stay on in Mumbai (for the time being which can mean anything from 1 week to 1 month) and I will stay here and do nothing. Well not anything actually ... my scheming mind just thought up something. Well ever since Don Quixote & Sancho Panza, Bonny & Clyde and our very own desi Bunty & Bubbly, I thought it wud be good fun to have some pair like that ... and didn’t have to look far ... saw one in Delhi ONGC office. So here is to Samrat Sen and Pushpinder Garg ...henceforth to be known as Smarty Sen and Pee Garg (or Smart Ass and Pee Pee) ... (I am open to suggestions on which wud be the better option) and their worthless doings to be given importance by me chronicling them ... We...

In short I could write a precise of the following saying “I slept through an earthquake, woke up and had 8 gulab jamuns for lunch." But then, that wouldn’t do justice to the whole issue would it? Also it wouldn’t help me in time passing. The difference between writing a story which is a one liner and one page is not being bored for an hour. (CONFESSIONS OF A MIND DEMENTED BY BOREDOM) The thing about boredom is that it doesn’t kill you, although u wish it did and sometimes think it does. You just go into a different time zone what with sleeping through the day and watching TV, reading and surfing the net through the night. (When comps are limited and users many the best time to use them is when ordinary mortals sleep.) and as is normal nowadays after battling with boredom throughout the night, I had a huge breakfast (complete with 5 glasses of juice) and went off to sleep (for the uninitiated I don’t work in a call centre although employees there would empathise with the hour...

Nice title … Saw it in a movie just released or about to be released. Had just been to Cal after a year and that makes an apt title for this. Oh yeah the Cal/Kal thing also works out just fine. But wait a sec!!! No, this won't be one of those changes in Cal story. Actually don't know what this is … so let’s see what it turns out to be. So like I was saying ... was back in Cal after more than a year. Cal's changed of course. One more flyover, more cars, more people more malls, more multiplexes and the list goes on and on. For an Hon Bong, (Honorary Bengali, something that Jug Suraiya coined up to describe people from Cal who are not Bengalis but have the possessive feeling towards the city by virtue of having been born and/or brought up there), like me, the changes meant that next time I talked of good old Cal, I would also swell up with pride and equate it with the Delhis, Mumbais and the Bangalores. But like I said, this isn't about Cal. Actually what got me thinki...

B&B. Yup that’s how I will refer to them. (Nah not Bunty & Bubbly, although they are as effervescent as the screen couple, they do not go through the same exploits and escapades.) Am referring to a couple who were senior to me at IIFT. After going through the mandatory (it seems u've not earned ur MBA degree unless u have changed 3 jobs) job changes, now the 2 of them are in Bangalore. The female B (henceforth referred to as FB) is happily married to the male B (henceforth referred to as MB) while the MB is, well, married to the FB. Now, now don’t get me wrong and let Ur imagination go wild, I am not talking about marital discords here. Both of them love each other a lot and will stay together till death do them apart. (MORBID, wonder how that phrase came up, the last thing u think about while embarking on a journey of love id DEATH but we'll have to leave that for now.) It’s just that from the view point of a still unmarried very much single guy, things are a bit...

Mangalore! Closest to Kerala I have been in something like 4 years. Great feeling. There was this other feeling that this was going to be a better training than all the rest put together. Man dreams BIG always!!! First person we met put paid to all our hopes of a good training. These people were a bunch of frustrated (should add the adjective highly); highly frustrated individuals and there is a depressing air to the whole place. Oh there was also this amazing guy who had the best repository of gaalis I came across in a long time. Mader chod, behn chod seemed to just flow and melt into thin air. Oh yes once in a while in between the ma behns, the Fuck word made its own dramatic appearance. Interspersed with all the invectives, he did actually make sense with one of his lovely titbits being, "Young people should never join PSUs". So much about Mangalore – didn't get to explore it much – it’s been a sort of depressing trip. Kerala and Bangalore should be welcome chang...