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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Do you wanna know what I am upto? Really?

Anyway....first of all, welcome back!!! 

To begin with and without being an ASS, let me just say that I had no clue when I was going to shit it out here after the long vacation I planned having quit my job at TCE. Now that I am back, I just wanna keep writing so that I am not bored when I come back after squeezing each nerve of mine running from the top quadrant of my head to the fifth tiny projection off my right foot. 

Am I talking insane? Uhhh....

Well, I recently joined a Gurgaon-based company as a Patent Analyst, and I am kinda loving the work here. There are no restrictions, by mention of which I meant to point out about dress code and working hours. So, basically if my brain farts out, I can take a break and join in, say, half an hour....or or or....say all my trousers are stolen, so I can still walk in into the office in my boxers. 

Wait....can I? Not really!

But the point is, it's just the right environment to work, and learn how things are actually working in the IP domain....and by IP, I certainly do not mean Internet Protocol. It's called Intellectual Property, like the one I am creating now with each shit thought pouring in from my frontal lobe onto my fingers and then, translated suitably by typing these coherent and logical sequence of words to form sentences, which I think, has become long enough to fart your brains out. So, I think I need to stop right here. Have fun, keep coming back for updates. Chillax!!! :p

Why did this emoticon, that I just punched in, not turn into a notorious tongue-out image? Bullshit....blogger admin, kindly look into this matter ;)

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Punished? .....not egjhactly

Yes, I am working today, (clears throat) apart from blogging obviously. It feels like I can easily compromise on the Sunday comfort I always longed for. Neither it is my first nor will it be my last, but the passion to accomplish the activities under my command in record time is impelling. Such craving last came when I wanted to reunite the NIT Jamshedpur alumni. Alas! Period.

Well, I cannot blabber all day here. I need to get back to work, so I better sign off. Good day.

PS: BTW, do come back for my next piece of shit. I look forward to pottifying my readers.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

The reunion of 2k5

Adityapur pretty much looked the same – wounded roads, shabby houses and vicinity, notorious blaring of horns, and guess what……[sniffs] the DABBA is back with her hiccups, hollering on the roads of Bistupur warning everyone to distance away from her literally breathtaking emissions. Gosh!!! You should have seen her - those rusty looks, eesshhhh ;)

Actually, I was one of the passerby today and I now know how difficult it must have been all these years for the city people. Somebody please knock the doors of PCB to shut her down for not having an NOC. Anyway, cut the crap. I am not even sure if she is galloping without a whip.

Well, I am a lot relieved now because it has been almost 1200 hours since I last blabbered here. This piece of shit finally will surface when I publish it to what has been the bread and butter for my crummy, fading intellect. Also, the convocation rumours have put still-stuck-in-Jamshedpur-2k5-passouts in much trouble and it needs clarification to all those non-Jamshedpur-residents seeking information in this regard that KINDLY SHOVE CONVO RELATED PINGS UP YOUR.....well, you are smart enough to figure out where.

Nevertheless, I would love to meet all of you so we can recollect every lovely moment spent in togetherness in the yesteryear……also, fresh shits from your new world are welcome. Peel, pickle and serve them on the common platter. 22 of this month or of the next years’……don’t even matter. So, let’s do it. Cheerio!!!                           

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Ek anokhi daastaan

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APPEAL: This is my maiden attempt in Hinglish. Go through it carefully and yes, your valuable feedback will be highly appreciated.    
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Ravi us din mayus tha. Uska apni girlfriend se break up huye poora ek saal ho gaya tha. Kaam mei uska mann bilkul bhi nahi lag raha tha aur purane dino ki yaadein use aur bhi sata rahi thi. Isliye wo usi beach pe chala gaya jahan uski mulaqat Neha se pehli baar hui thi.


Shaam hone ko aayi thi. Samudra ki lehron ka anand lootne dher saare tourists aaye the. Aasmaan mei halki laalima chhayee hui thi. Hawaon mei jhumte huye taar ke ped, maano ek doosre ko apni khushi ka izhaar kar rahe the. Charo or harsh aur ullas ka mahaul tha. Ye dekh Ravi ka mann bhi thoda halka ho raha tha aur tabhi dur baithi ek ladki se uski aankhein chaar hui. Uske hothhon pe muskurat dekh Ravi bhi reh naa paya aur uski or kheecha chala gaya.

Mrignayan, kaano mei jhumke aur lambe baalon mei us ladki ki khubsurati dekhte hi ban rahi thi. Ravi ki khushi ka thhikaana nahi tha. Use dekh uski saari thakaan dur ho gayi aur use laga jaise ki uska akelapan shayad fir se dur ho jayega.

Us ladki ne Ravi ko paas baithne ka isaara kiya.

"Hi, I am Ravi. Ravi Singh.....bole to King. Waise, ek baat kahu…..you are very beautiful. Aur tumhari ye jo aankhein hain, unme doob jaane ko jee chahta hai. Waise, tum yehi ki rehne waali ho kya? Mera ghar Dhanbad padta hai. Suna to hoga tumne. By the way, let me tell you ki ek saal pehle aaj hi ke din mera apni girlfriend se break up hua tha. I hope you don’t mind. "

Us ladki ki naa (sar hilakar) mei Ravi ki haan thi. Ye dekh Ravi aur bhi prasann ho uthha. "Maine NIT Jamshedpur se Mechanical Engineering ki hai aur abhi mai Telcon mei kaam karta hoon. 2 mahino ki yaha training hai isliye aaya hoon. Waise, tum kuchh bol kyu nahi rahi. Kuchh to bolo? Tumhari koyal jaisi aawaaz sunne ke liye mai tab se betaab hoon. "


Ladki sharmaayi, palke jhuka kar thoda muskurayee aur gili ret pe likha, "Muh mei gutkha hai. "
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