Life @ NITIE

The first day started slow with registration and other formalities.I had a long discussion with the lady who was verifying my certificates.She wanted me to submit my original relieving letter and keep the xerox. Finally somebody told her that a photocopy was fine and she kindly yielded.

Got to know my batchmates in the evening. A long day ended with me acquiring a new skill set - Pole Dance. And incidentally this was not any ragging. My batchmates have a tendency to demand for un-social dances. There is also a Mahi-ve girl who gladly sings if anyone is willing to give the pole some company.

There is a lot of professionalism here and the college is great and there is no doubt about that because it was only because of this brand name that I decided to join NITIE. But there is still some lingering nostalgia and a latent yearning to go back. MBA dream does not yet seem to be realising. Although that sounds a little pessimistic to me and I must give myself and the course some time but I am banking more on the fact that since I have no other option my little doubts will finally get killed.

Well at the moment I am savoring it. I just read in some relationship course text "While in college your relationships are bound to change be it with your spouse, friends or family".Not looking for any change really. Just dont want another bit to make a landslide difference in my happiness :)

Women are more educated.

That is not any (feminist) statement. It is 'mere ghar ki kahani'. Both my younger sisters and mom are more educated than me and my dad. Both of us are graduates and 'both of them three' are post-graudtaes. And as two of them are MBA's so we often get to hear "petty mortal engineers" and "typical engineers" and "what is wrong with your type of people" and a few others.

I believe that this mentality is ingrained in my sisters. When we were kids, all of a sudden she grew a bit taller than I. My dad started telling me that as my sister had grown taller so she had obviously become the elder of us two. I always thought that was a joke, till one day when, I was helping her learn riding a bicycle and I scolded her for pedalling in opposite direction, she slapped me and said, "I am the elder one. Talk to me with respect".

Shocked as I was, more because of her behavior than the resounding slap, I told that to my parents and they opposite to my expectations burst out laughing. Probably my dear sis has not grown out of that mode. Re-growing MUCH taller than her is perhaps not enough so may be I should uphold the eternal glamour of the men in my family and go for studies that equals theirs if not more.

Adieu Hyderabad

Today is my last day with Mentor Graphics and also last in Hyderabad.Over the last two years I have grown fond of this city, except ofcourse the traffic.You can get killed walking on the side-walk because it is allowed here to drive on the foot-paths if the roads are full. Maybe that's there in other cities too!

I have always asked the people here what Andhra means. My Googling tells me that it could be one of two things: land of deccan (plateau probably) or the land of warriors.Whatever it is, to me it is going to be the land of mangoes. In 1992 when my dad was posted in Rajahmundry we used to buy mangoes at 20 a dozen, and the dozen used to be 13 always. Each mango was of the size of a (water)melon. So one thing that I have juicily relished here is mangoes. The price may not be the same but the mangoes are.

The police here have also been cordial, unlike Pune-Polis. The Pune guys probably have the Mumbai effect rub on them. But here the police have rather been cool. Never did they catch me for driving an out-station vehicle without an NOC.

Right now I am somewhat caught between nostalgia and the pressure to wind up things. So this has let me totally kanfoosed once again.

Rajdhaani takes me to a new dawn tomorrow, to new folks, to old friends, to people who bring a twinkle in my eye, And where good old boys drink whiskey and rye.

Bye bye miss American pie.

Bits and pieces

It's bits and pieces because thats how it always happens.One bit at a time.
Considering my love for RTL designing I would have rather preferred to have some large memories installed that would store all the bits. But no, even then all the bits would be scrambled.


Anyways, what makes me write this is the fact that today while driving back to home after dinner me and my friend were sort of discussing who had been more stupid. (OK! only I was discusisng and he was happily listening) I have always had a fascination for guns and have tried a few at the range. But back in those days when I was smaller than the guns and could not even lift them I use to move around with small-paper guns tucked at the waist inside my shorts exactly where the policemen always placed their holsters in the movies. It always seemed right that I join the army. And almost join I did, had it not been for a small bit in my life that caused a landslide change and re-arranged every other. But that uncomfortable change was one of the best. Today all my friends of the military college unanimously complain (read groan) about the way things are with them. Also I don't know if being shot by the terrorists and being lucky enough to survive is something that I would willingly want to happen to me.

Resigned to fate

It's not that bad.

Not resigned to fate actually. But I resigned from my office and with a heavy heart. A sad experience to go through considering that we (now they) are the best , or one of the best, in the industry. Anyways, time to move on. Am gearing up for a new life. Primarily I am gearing out of the old one.

Yesterday I was going through all my stuff. I had a lot of things that I had stored for a long time and things which I had never looked into or looked back into. Two things that top the list are my first salary check (I mean the first letter along with the check (or is it cheque?)) and second my cheque book. I threw the first one and obviously had to keep the second. I definitely must have kept the first salary letter because at that time I must have had the allusions of grandeur and of maintaining my gallery or archives or something. But now only things (or mainly may be) that go into any sort of repository are the ones that can fit in my hard drive. Anything beyond that seems like a little discomfort to store. Except obviously my two plants and a little doll that always sits on my table. Yeah they are going to go into my next phase of life as well. Ohh!!! perhaps not the doll. Perhaps.

Why Kaanfoosed?

I was kaanfoosed because I was faced with two options.

Quit a well settled life or go and pursue a long sought dream.

Actually this was not the doubt. Over the last four years I have really enjoyed and begun to love the kind of work I do. It's slightly tech. OK it's highly tech. But I have begun to enjoy it. And now I doubt that whether my dreams were means to an end or the end in itself and will I regret later either ways? Probably I am sounding like Jim Sturgess (Ben Campbell) in 21. Although it was all very dramatic and the movie will appeal to you only if you are dazzled by numbers. But the point is that the kaanfoosion was the same.

Well all this will be over soon.

Decided to take the plunge. Can't pull out now.

The first one

Well I never thought that I'd be blogging someday but here I am.
Only a couple of weeks ago I was cursing my friend for his blog being too cliche but that was for his blog not for the concept of blogging.

So the first thing was the name of the blog. Thanks to Sim for that. She is one girl whom I have found very different from others. Has a figure that makes even girls turn around, very highly technical, working for a company that ranks amongst top three semiconductors companies of the world (she even got the electrons in the name of this blog) and most importantly - she is rich. Very important to have rich friends.

Something I know which is very addictive and which I will try to avoid is 'gyaan'.
Hoping for a rich and happy experience for myself.
Blog off.