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Help Wanted

In Personal, Recovered Post on 28 November, 2005 at 6:59 pm

Looking for a host(ess)

Wanted: One (fe)male blogger/semi-blogger/undercover-journalist-from-a-reputable-newspaper to host a Delhi Blogger’s Meet.
Said host must be Elite, to carry on a newly-created tradition. All non-elite bloggers need not apply.

Candidates must have a thick skin – as you may receive significant Press Coverage, equaling that recieved by middle-finger-invoking-Team-India-Coaches!

Candidates must also make claims that his/her blog meet represents all of Delhi, so as to offend the maximum number of people possible in the shortest possible amount of time.

Blog meet is expected to be on either the 3rd or 10th of December, but the Host is free to change this date.

Host must also decide upon an interesting venue.

Previous Blog Meet info can be found below:
September 2005
October 2005

and … of course…

November 2005 Update
This position has been filled (see comments). That was QUICK!

You don’t look Human

In Rant on 27 November, 2005 at 6:38 pm

For Fuck’s Sake

I hereby coin a new term – roast. Roast = Rant + Post. This is a roast. (it sounded better than blant!)

At the risk of being abused by many of my friends, and bloggers (if u ever read this). I would like state the following:

There is no such thing as a fucking Indian Look.

There has been many a time in my life, when somebody has come up to me and told me:
“You don’t look Indian”
“You could pass for Meditteranean”
“You look Middle-Eastern”
“Ola. Como estas?”

When I forwarded my ‘A Few Thoughts’ post to a friend of mine in America, she looked at the rogue journalist’s face and said ‘He doesn’t look Indian’(He’s Manipuri).

There was some discussion on Sepia Mutiny a while back on Bollywood, and about how it is the people who look ‘White’ that make it big.

People believe that Aishwarya Rai is so popular outside (and in) India because… ’she doesn’t look Indian’.

So clearly there is one thing that all of this seems to imply. In order to look Indian, you have to be short, thin, dark brown, round-eyed and ugly.

(This just makes you my ex-girlfriend, not Indian-looking. Ouch.)

(Gosh, you don’t know how tempted I was to put a picture of her up here. This is probably why I am still single. Talk about bitter, mean streak!)

As hard as this may be to swallow for many people….India is a big country (in terms of people). It is a diverse country. Fuckin’ America does not have the monopoly on diversity. Have you ever heard somebody say “S/He doesn’t look American”. Does that statement seem slightly outrageous to you? Yea? Well ‘S/He doesn’t look Indian is equally outrageous.

Here are some general trends:
People from the North of India tend to be slightly taller and fairer – But THERE ARE MANY PEOPLE FROM THE SOUTH WHO ARE AS WELL
People from the Hill States and the Northeast of India tend have more mongoloid features (BUT SOME DON’T).
People from Bombay are just weird :-p
e.t.c. e.t.c. e.t.c. There are many people in Goa who have slightly blonde hair, and the SAME APPLIES TO SOME KASHMIRIS. Some Indians have NATURALLY-OCCURING GREY EYES.

So do me favour, and please help to stamp out the statement: “He/She/You/I don’t look Indian’. Argh.

Update
By the way… this is what I look like

Image is from IMDB – if there’s a copyright on this, will remove…in the meantime…

Nishel – My Belle

In Personal, Photos, Rambling on 25 November, 2005 at 7:06 pm

Promotion/Pimping.

I need to get me a fur coat and an old Cadillac.

Hey folks, above you see an old high-school friend of mine. Her name is Nishel. She’s of Bihari origin, but is based out of the UK. Nishel wanted me to do a whole blog post on her. Why? Did she attempt to prevent the adulteration of petrol? Nope. The upliftment of the Dalits? Nope. But basically because she’s hot, and she’s single.

And she also sent me the following mail:

why arent i on your blog? i want to be on your blog! put my pics on there!!!

Now I wouldn’t have done justice to the poor IIM grad, or to any Social Workers, but I think I can do justice to her.

So this is Nishel, who’s based out of London, UK. Apart from a whole bunch of interesting things, she’s helped manage the Tommy Hilfiger stores here in Delhi, and was responsible for handling the opening of the Moschino store in Mumbai. So guys, if any of you happen to be in London, and think you match her criteria, leave a comment.

(Yea, I had a big crush on her, but she won’t go out with me. -( )

DhanyavaadDena

In Personal, Rambling, Recovered Post on 25 November, 2005 at 6:35 pm

Thank You
Ok, so I’m not American. I don’t even really like Turkey (it tastes like fake Chicken, if ya ask me). And Cranberry Sauce…er…I can take it or leave it alone.

Anyway, thing is, lately I’ve made some new friends here in Delhi (yes, it’s possible :-p).

They consist of the following – an ABCD woman – S, a regular American dude (white) – M, and a Columbian woman (who’s lived in Washington, DC for awhile) – A.

Cold Turkey
So the thing is, these crazy foreigners were really missing Thanksgiving (well A wasn’t). So they figured they’d hunt down some place here in Delhi that would be doing a Turkey dinner.

The response wasn’t very encouraging – None of the 5-Star hotels knew what Thanksgiving was, and no turkey dinner there. The American Diner wasn’t hosting anything special for Thanksgiving either. It turns out there are only 2 places in all of Delhi (India?) which serve turkey – The first is Subway. -) The second is the Oberoi Charcuterie in Vasant Vihar. (Well there may be other places, but these are the only two I know).

So anyway, S succumbed to a viral, so she was out. That left me, M & A. I told them that since they don’t want to be eating Butter Chicken on Thanksgiving, we should go to The Olive Bar & Kitchen (yes, it’s the Delhi version of the Bombay one).

So we get to the Olive Bar & Kitchen place, which happens to be hosting a private party in the outer area.

WPP
It is at this point where I shall now discuss WPP – White People Privilege.
My two friends got to the place before me, and on entry, they were asked if they had a reservation, to which they replied that they did. After being asked that question, they were let in to the Olive Bar, and instead of proceeding to their table, they gate-crashed the private party (which was easy to do, because you had walk through the pvt party to get to the inner part of the restaurant). So they were munching on free kebabs and wine for about 10 minutes, until I arrived. Now as fair-skinned and ‘non-Indian-looking’ as I am (there will be a rant about this soon), I’m still Indian enough (is it the beer belly? -) ). So not only was I asked if I had a reservation, I was escorted to my table personally, so that I could not accidentally get to the free wine/food. Now, my friends had to join me inside, because we weren’t part of the private party, but I lied pretty easily, and told them my friends were from the party, so could we just attend the party first, and then eat dinner later? There were no arguments or anything – this could only be accomplished due to my friends being foreigners. I’m sure I’d be refused if we were all brown!

The Blog Mafia
So we had a delicious dinner at Olive…and midway through dinner, I spot a North-Eastern-looking shrimpy-boy standing outside, in the private party…. yes, it was my Nemesis – none other than James (Bond) Ranjan Yumnam. So I point him out to my two friends (who read the whole story about this), and M – who is about 6′ 3″ or so, and well-built says “Let’s go and kick his ass dude”. I was a little hesitant at first, wondering what I’d see in the paper tomorrow, but I came around -)
So me and M walk up to the Old Goat, and my friend proceeds to trash the guy’s ethics, and says how he’s surprised that he can make money out of lying so much, and then terminates things by calling him a cocksucker. (I stood silently by while this happened). We then proceeded to return to our dinner.

An interesting night….

Best.Scam.Ever.

In Personal, Rambling on 24 November, 2005 at 6:33 pm

Does anybody have 3500 rupees to spare?

So here’s what I got in my e-mail today….

Thanks for your interest here are the details for you:

THE GROUP

We have a group of hot sexy fun loving beautiful gals, men and couples from India and NRI visiting India,who want to have Erotic fun with decent broadminded gals,men,couples.They do not need any compensation. They just want to share their wild hot fantacies and maitain privacy at the highest level.

You may accompany them for movies,Fun parties,pleasure trips and hot fun.Our gals/cpls will never ask for money since they come from rich and decent families and belong to top MNCs,Modelling, Fashion world and own Business.

Here you need not to pay any amount to any member except one time annual membership fees. However If u wish u may be compensated handsome amount by our gals up to Rs. 4000 – 10000 per night for satisfying her erotic desires,However,it purely depends between partners.

Our gals and couples enjoy all types of kinky fun like oral, anal fun, threesome and group fun, fun in swimming pools, bath tubs, secret open places,swapping and lots of more … Most of members also get together several times a month for group fun and exploration of fantasies. So if you are interested in making fun relationship, you must be very extermely broadminded with all these interests.

SILENT FEATURES

We provide happiness through creating opportunities to meet wonderful companions and partners for pleasure n fun. We provides an environment and opportnunies for decent broad minded men, fem and couples to meet similar minded most refined men, females and cpls. We endeavor to provide a discreet and personal service.

Once you join, you may have fun with our members at your own place, at
their own place or at any place mutually agreed by both partners. You may also have fun at our nice secret places like farm house and luxury independent houses in Posh locality, provided by high profile members.

You can avail our services anywhere in India without paying additional payment. There will be no limit on the number of times for fun. We are absolutely determined to provide highest level of service, ensuring discretion,professionalism and integrity. We promise to be honest, reliable and friendly at all times.

MEMBERSHIP FEES

you need to pay membership fees Rs 3500 in advance.The membership will be valid for one year so you have to renew membership every year with the amount of 3500.This is only one time requirement after that there is no need to pay any amount to gals or us. Membership fees for singles couples are same.

Our members belong to decent rich families and need not money, they just want fun. For joining you have to pay only annual membership fees. After this there is no need to pay any amount to gals or us. Membership fees has to be paid in advance directly into Bank a/c by cash/cheque.

SERVICES AVAILABLE IN FOLLOWING CITIES ACROSS INDIA

Allahabad, Ahmedabad, Bangalore, Bareilly, Bhubaneswar, Chandigarh, Chennai, Coimbatore, Dehradun, Faridabad, Ghaziabad, Goa, Guwahati, Gurgaon, Hyderabad, Jammu, Jaipur, Lucknow, Ludhiyana, Kanpur, Kochi, Kolkata, Kochi, Mangalore, Massoorie, Meerut, Mumbai, Mysore, New Delhi, Noida, Patiala, Pune, Shimla, Trivandrum, Vadodara, Varanasi and Vishakhapatnum

HOW WILL YOU JOIN WITH US

We shall send a membership form through Email, in which we require some information from you. If Your form gets selected for our club then you will get assigned a member no. to recognize you among other members and bank a/c details. Then you need to pay membership fees in advance directly into bank by cash/cheque/transfer.

HOW WILL YOU PAY YOUR MEMBERSHIP FEE.

You would need to pay membership fees by cash directly into bank a/c.We will send u a/c details and bank name once your form get selected for our club.We do not accept membership fees personally. No contact reference and pics would be provided before membership joining due to our strict privacy policy.

HOW WILL YOU FIND A PARTNER

As you get registered with us we will send you profiles,phone numbers and number of pics for your selection. You need to select one or more pic and call to us then finally we will fix the date and time for ur fun. Few gals/couples don’t wish to provide their pics at initial stage. After developing some understanding through Emails they will provide you pics.

You may also directly contact with gals whenever and wherever u wanna fun she will ask your member number and immediately will give u a date for meeting..

PRIVACY

We have strict privacy policy since Privacy and secrecy is our first priority and we do expect same from our members. You must be free form all decease. We provide all details, contact numbers and pics only after registration. We do not provide Any reference and pics before registration.

At this stage we totally avoid t o giving our phone numbers and addresses due to maintaining privacy but as u get registered with our club you will start to receive all sort of things, Like our phone no. and address from all the places in india wherever our network exists.

SO IF YOU ARE INTERESTED

If you want to be a part of this group then ask for membership form which will send to you by email by mentioning Single /couple. After the filled form is received from your side then we will send you the member no. and Account details if your form has been approved for membership

Thanks

Gosh, this is the best ripoff e-mail I have seen in a long time!!!
Is anybody willing to lend me 3500 rupees so I can see what happens? (I have a feeling I’ll see my name in the paper when they find out I sent this ‘pimp’ 3500 bucks….)

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Randomness

In Personal, Rambling on 23 November, 2005 at 6:32 pm

Can’t think of a sub-heading

Laloo has been kicked out of Bihar. Yay. But will there be any change? Who can tell.

I tried to export all my posts to WordPress But gave up 1/5th of the way. Too complicated, and annoying. wordpress.com doesn’t allow u to change the template. What’s up with that? If you’re giving free hosting at least give everybody full control.

Confession: I actually like the main song from Neal’N’Nikki. Yes, I need to get my head examined. ‘I’m the Neal, I’m the Man, Rockstar, Superstar…’. Argh. ‘Main tab bhi itna cool tha, jitna main aaj hoon…’. Sigh.

Being unemployed means you get to sit at home and download lots of pirated music. As depressing as ‘Yellow’ is, I downloaded it, and now I’m hooked to it too. Suggestions for good music to download will be appreciated. Anything to get Neal ‘N’ Nikki out of my head!

Saw Harry Potter on Monday Night. I actually thought it was a decent movie, though many people disliked it. Yea, Lord Voldy-Whatsit should have hammed a little less, and been a little more scary, and some things should have been explained better – like what priori incantatem is all about. And how come we weren’t treated to a little of the Quidditch World Cup Final? -( The dude who played Ron does a great job. Cho Chang does look pretty attractive.

Google Analytics, is interesting, but a bit slow in loading up. Interestingly it gives me the following map:

Or well maybe non-interestingly. I guess it should figure that Delhi people visit my blog the most, followed by B’bay. The most visits come from USA, but they are much more fragmented (naturally).

And finally there’s this:
Went to see the movie with an old female school friend. I realized that I was attracted to this female friend (shocking considering never really had any feelings for her before). But this friend is actually into Anoushka Shankar’s(The Sitar Playing daughter of Ravi) ex-boyfriend. The ex-boyfriend is a looker, being a half-breed/mudblood and all (He’s half Spanish, half Indian). Anyway, so in conversation with her, I found out that Anoushka is currently very single…but she’s in California. So apart from figuring out The Next Big Thing and learning how to use WordPress, I have to figure out how to get Anoushka Shankar to date me. (We actually met once, when she was not so famous, but I doubt she’ll remember me. Ah well).

Outsourcing. No Worries.

In Personal, Rambling on 22 November, 2005 at 6:30 pm

Why the World shouldn’t worry

Disclaimer: This post is based on no researched facts. It is completely based on the contents of my head. Read at your own risk

America, is of course worried about outsourcing to India, and how all its jobs are going down the tube.

But lest ye think that India is all ok about everything, there has been lots of talk over the past few years that India will lose its edge to China, or the Philippines, or Estonia or somewhere.

No.

This whole outsourcing thing will actually just cease to be an issue soon (for Americans) and Indians also need not worry. Here’s why:

1)Indian salaries are rising much faster than American salaries are falling
In the outsourcing industry (software, BPO e.t.c), the average pay hike, for the past 2/3 years has been a whopping 30% (no sources, this is just based on my anecdotal evidence). A pay hike is expected every year in the software industry! This when inflation is a low (by Indian standards) 4%! Now the SOLE reason for outsourcing is cost. If that cost advantage disappears, there will be less outsourcing. If salaries in India are rising fast (in this sector) eventually outsourcing becomes less lucrative. Another reason for this salary rise is a shortage of skilled workers in India!!!

This brings me to point 2

2)There is no other competition
If India is going to become more expensive, then the work should just shift to other countries which are cheaper right? No. Why? Because the uniqueness of India, lies in BOTH the quality and quantity factor.

India has a large number of qualified and engineers, and continues to churn them out. Other countries may be able to match on quality, but few will able to match on quantity. Quantity is an important factor, because of the way outsourcing works (in India). Put simply, it’s “Throw 2 billed engineers and 2 shadow resources on this problem, and get it done!”, i.e. have four people do the work while you’re only charging for 2. Even within that equation, those 4 engineers are making more money as compared to the pre-outsourcing days. No other country has the amount of qualified engineers that India does to enable it to perform outsourcing cheaper rates than the Indians! They may be able to sustain it temporarily, but the wages would rise faster in a smaller country than they do in India. So attempting to outsource (on a large scale, i.e. the type of stuff done in India) would be a very temporary phenomenon, short-lived.
Okay so quality and quantity. Now here’s another crucial factor: Time Zone.
The bulk of outsourcing comes from America. India is 12 hours ahead of 1 or 2 US time zones. What does this mean? This means that you can provide 24 hr support to American customers, and charge DAYTIME rates for the full 24 hours. While India is also handling US daytime customer service, the nightly stuff is what makes the huge difference. You have somebody who is (sort of) up and perky in their time zone, but working through the American night time. This makes it theoretically possible for an American company to get something like 18 hours of work done in an 8 hour workday, by farming problems over to the Indian wing after their office hours. While this is not something revolutionary, it is successful because companies who would not be able to afford this before can do so now! (Multinational corporations have been using timezones to their advantage for centuries, but now even without a global presence, smaller companies can make use of this).

Wait. If we’re talking population, what about the only other 5000+ year-old civilization in the neighbourhood?

3)What about China? Nothing.
India has nothing to fear from China in the software field. For lots of reasons.
One of them is English. Yes, we’ve been hearing for a while now that the Chinese government is pushing Chinese people to learn English. But this is already true of many people in India. English and Hindi are part of the Indo-European language tree. Chinese is not. It is much, much easier for an Indian to learn English, than for a Chinese person. This is not to say Chinese people will always suck at English, but this an obstacle in the way.
Another important language issue is the language of the operating system. In India, computers using local languages never took off, for a variety of reasons. But in China, Windows, Linux e.t.c they are all in Chinese. Now if your customers are American, they’re probably using the English version of Windows. If you’re in India, so are you. So What? Weelll, technically, an American company could ship its English product over to a Chinese company, but then there’s added overhead: If the American company’s software product is in English, there now needs to be an interpreter betwee n the Chinese developers and the English designers….and some things can be lost in translation. But in India, you learn Computer Science in English. And thus, certain things are instantly clear. Language makes a difference…

Ok now the thing is that determined Chinese can overcome this. But there’s another big hurdle against them. A Chinese worker is already more expensive than an Indian one!. I say this again, with no evidence. I base this simply on the GDP per capita for the two countries. China’s GDP per capita is higher than India’s. This means, in a very inaccurate sense, that China’s income is higher than India’s. This means that the cost of a Chinese worker (his/her wage) is higher than an Indian worker’s. So not only do Chinese not have the requisite large pool of English speaking graduates, but the ones they do have will already be more expensive than Indian ones.

Add lack of a decent legal infrastructure to handle IT issues, and the lead that India already has in Software/BPO, China is not a threat in this particular sector.

Conclusion
So..in conclusion, eventually outsourcing will peak, then drop, and that day is not far. Also, although I dismiss the competition, it doesn’t mean that they won’t get some small share of the pie. Eventually, faster than people think, outsourcing to India will no longer be the value for money it used to be, and that will be end of the large scale trend. In order for the Indian software companies to survive, they will have to “move up the value chain”, into the consulting biz, and also by developing their own products. Infy, Wipro and TCS already have their own products, and other big companies are working to develop their own, to shut up cynics, who constantly crib and question: Why doesn’t India ever produce a Google or a Microsoft? And consulting is already happening.
End result: India gains a reputation in a “knowledge” field, and if leveraged correctly. gets to exploit it as Brand India. As for the Americans, eventually the outsourcing will drop off, some jobs will move back, and Americans will eventually discover the Next Big Thing and ride the next wave.

Laut Sakte Ho (Somewhat)

In Rant on 19 November, 2005 at 6:29 pm

In response to this

Could there possibly be a post more targeted at me? -)

It’s midnight here, but I could not resist answering this post…
WARNING: LONG POST!

1) Attitude issues

My wife worked for a couple of years in India and then came here for her Masters. Subsequently, she got an internship with the evil monopolistic company everyone loves to hate. In the interim, she went back to India and met up with her former managers. When she mentioned where she got her internship, the reaction was drastic. The comments were sarcastic and the tone changed. The whole attitude was one of “she used to work here before, and now she is flying high because of being in the US�?. This may be an over-reaction, but how far fetched is it from a common reality? This is precisely what I fear. Is the Indian mentality beyond such pettiness? Another colleague of mine had interviewed with Infosys and TCS in India after having done his Masters here. He narrated how they gave him a hard time in the interviews, aiming to prove a point and boss over him.

This is a reality, but what do you expect. You were earning in dollars there, and they will be offering you peanuts for the same job here, so the defense mechanism comes into play. (Does this person expect the same kind of standard s/he got in America?). Yes, they want to prove a point, that you’re inferior to them, because you did better than they did. At first, I thought this was directed at me. Then I learnt something new – this is how life works in India. In America, the guy sitting in his chaddis, scratching his crotch next to you could be Bill Gates. But in India, the fact that Billy is not living up to his rank is taken as a sign of weakness. If you are America-returned, act it. You may be somebody with only 6 months of work experience, but you went to an Ivy-League. Boast about it. Not melodramatically, but with an assured confidence. This is India. It’s dog-eat-dog. If people sense a reluctance on your part to talk about your background (which you may not mention out of American politeness), they will sense it as some sort of sensitive point, and jump on it. When I joined the company, I kept my entire background a secret. I couldn’t mention the fact that I had a 2500 square feet apartment in a “posh” locality of South Delhi, and that I had two cars, and that my dad paid for my American education (this makes me richer than most people in my company). I thought I couldn’t do this because my boss had a small house in gurgaon, with a small maruti 800 as his only car. How would he feel about having an employee who didn’t need to struggle as hard as he did? But I was wrong. I was just giving my enemies more fodder. I should have been open about my background. I should have stuck it in his face.

That being said, I had a LOT of attitude issues with my boss, in Amazon.com in America. He hated my guts before I ever spoke to him. In India, that would get me a promotion, in USA, it got me fired.

Work Culture

A colleague’s wife works for Infosys in India. When he narrated her stories to us, I was made to think hard. They have to work weekends even though they are off, to the extent that she had to notify if she was taking a Saturday off.

This is what everybody says, but it isn’t true in the big software companies, and I am living proof of it. I worked from 9-to-6 everyday, and if I had to come in on a Saturday – I made a song-and-dance about it. I was one of the rare few. Every other idiot would do as you’re mentioning in your post. But I didn’t get fired, I didn’t get yelled at, I got awarded Star Performer of the Year 2004. The other sheep also got promoted, but while they were always rewarded with more work and more late stays, I got the more juicy challenging assignments, which required less robotics, and more thinking. Everybody in the hierarchy knew that Tarun is going to leave at 6. If there is something which required him to stay after 6, he had better be told in advance. That required planning on my boss’s part. When he started planning, there wasn’t much need left to stay after 6… What your colleague’s wife mentions is most likely specific to the project/manager she is working in/with. It changes from project to project and isn’t the norm – however if you imply that you are open to staying beyond regular work hours, you WILL be exploited for it. Your colleague’s wife should have just given the middle finger when being asked to work weekends. Trust me, there’s not much they can do about it – it is very HARD to fire people who are performing better than bad in their job in India.

There is another thing which is important about the work culture. India has been a Socialist country, where jobs were doled out like lifetime favours. But the market has shifted, and the employers don’t know how to deal with this. They are learning, the very difficult way. Before, there were waiting lists for jobs, people begging to be employed. Now there is a shortage of skilled workers. Let me stress on the word skilled. Skilled here means somebody who knows something, not somebody who has just passed out of Laloo’s Computer Degree factory. But Indian employers are used to talking down to their workers – Naukri, Nauker…So they don’t know how to shift to caressing and nurturing them. So what happens is that Tarun, who was good at his job, also had to endure a lot of shit. So he took it, until he got admission into an MBA, then gave his resignation. The moment you give your resignation, instantly everybody wakes up to how irreplacible you are and then the sweet deals start flowing. “Would you like a shift in department, an out-of-turn promotion,” blah blah. Unfortunately, that is how it is right now, but eventually, the change will happen. The rates of attrition are very high right now, and they are attempting to control those rates..

You have to get to work before your manager gets there and leave after he does

Not true at all, but regular conventional wisdom. One day I was questioned about this – and I replied “You are my manager. You manage more people than I do. Obviously, you have more work. So obviously you will stay longer than me – unless you want me to be the boss?”. That was the end of that conversation for good…

Services versus Product industry

To me, this is the single most important factor. I work for the largest software company in the world. I work on delivering a product that millions of people use. To me, that is a terrific experience to have. There is continuity, there are familiar processes, familiar stages (Software Development Life Cycle, if you remember your Software Engineering class). The impact I as a single employee can have is tremendous. The services industry is a different ball game altogether. You keep getting shifted from project to project, have to sit on the bench when you aren’t on one, and be too mobile for you own good. There is another issue. in the services industry, the emphasis is on knowing as much of new technology as possible. Everything from SAP to SOAP. The more you know, the better. Out here, even though we develop the technology, we are isolated from knowing a million technologies. I even wonder if I’d get hired back if I go back today.

Yes, these are two different industries, with different requirements. But you know what, there are lots of product industries here too. Microsoft has an SDC in Hyderabad, Google, Yahoo, Adobe, many others. So you don’t have to work in the Service side. That being said, working in the service side wasn’t so bad. Indian software companies DO follow processes, despite what anybody says, and they are better about it than American companies. I have worked for Amazon.com, and I have worked with Unisys and Citibank. When I joined HCL, I was pleasantly surprised by the kinds of processes they had in place for software development, as opposed to Amazon. Me and my HCL colleagues were then horrified to see how Unisys/Citibank were doing their stuff. HCL had been called in to clean up their previous mess! (mercifully I am unemployed now, so nobody can fire me for saying these things). Note these are BIG American brand names I am mentioning here..

Management the only way up?

e have the concept of an individual contributor here. You can spend several years in the company growing in your role of your choice. Not everyone is good at managing, especially the uber-geeks we have in-house. The good thing is, you don’t have to be an manager if you don’t want to. You can make progress in life otherwise too. In India, the concept of growth is to do a few projects, and become a lead. At least this is what I gathered.

No this is entirely false. There are lots of different positions and ways to get noticed. The only way up is not become a ‘lead’. There are technical positions as well (technical architect, e.t.c). The thing is, in India, because there are 1 billion people, you have to do the equivalent of yelling to get noticed. In America, do a good job, and there is a bit of a chance that your boss will automatically notice. But here, you need to be vocal (i.e. confident and assured, but not rude and boasting) about your achievements. If you’re aware of what you’ve done, your boss figures it out too. There are many people in India who are waiting for their boss to notice them. They will just have to keep waiting (or will quit, grumbling). I stuck my achievements in my boss’s face. In HIS boss’s face, and in THEIR boss’s face. It worked 3 times, but the 4th time, I was facing a different bunch of folks. So I had to resign. Hey, you win some, you lose some.
BTW – the title ‘Project Lead’ is there for HR purposes. Not all people with the designation Project Lead will be leading!

No IT in Mumbai?
This IS a problem. Many have ventured out of their hometowns, and that wasn’t much fun for them. Gurgaon is as far as I ever wanted to go (or NOIDA). I refused to work in any other part of the country.

As a a final recommendation, despite the tone of my post, I strongly suggest to most of the people in America to stay there. None of them seem to have had the miserable time in America that I did. When I came back to India, I was HAPPY to be back. I enjoyed being back here.

I enjoyed meeting the Country Manager of Bank of America, or Rahul Dravid, wandering around New Delhi,
or walking in to a Barista and seeing Zohra Sehgal sitting there with her family,
or being defamed by a Delhi Times reporter,
or racing down Raj Path,
or not having to depend on my bastard boss for my residency in this country,
or being able to get a haircut for 40 rupees,
or not having to contemplate buying a sex doll due to my loneliness(almost bought one in Seattle),
or not having to have somebody learn how the fuck to pronounce Tarun, EVERY SINGLE TIME(eventually, when ordering a coffee in Starbucks, I would give my name as Steve, much to the disbelief of the barista behind the counter),
or not having to eat hormone-fattened chicken,
or being spied on by some of the women in HCL as one of the most eligible and marrigiable single men in the company -)

I was a nobody in America – rather, I was an anybody there. What’s so special about me in the land of immigrants? Why would an American-Indian woman, who now has access to Italian/Spanish/White men, who are a lot less hairy, and know how to do the Salsa, choose me in America? That loss of identity was too much to bear for me.

But that’s me. I don’t lead the life of an “Average Indian”, or the Life of The Common Man. But I WOULD have led the life of an Average American.I didn’t want to end up in the suburbs with a mortgaged house and a Honda Civic/Odyssey, or Toyota Camry. I don’t want to be Average, even if being Average means that I get to earn $40,000 p.a. straight out of college (I don’t know if this is high or low by prevailing American standards), and that my new shoes won’t get ruined by cow dung.

It really comes down to what compromises you are willing to make.

Aap Laut Sakte Ho, yahan pe, but not everybody can….Note: this applies to Indian Men.

Indian Women…will never come back once they leave India. I have been witness to this one time too many. I don’t blame them. For Indian women, this country sucks. I wish it weren’t so – it would make life easier for me….(but that is a whole other post..)

Restoring one’s faith in Humanity…

In Personal, Recovered Post on 12 November, 2005 at 6:28 pm

Back to being me again…

Phew! Mercy! The visits have dropped off again. So… where was I before this whole mess started. Let’s see, I’d just finished hitting on The Compulsive Confessor. She was ‘impressed’ by my attempt, but she refuses to meet me -( Awwww. Ah well – her loss.

Now, let me tell you a common tale. It’s 4 am in the morning. You’re driving back to Delhi (from Gurgaon) on the M.G. Road. It’s just you and a (female) friend (no she seriously is just a friend!). So maybe you’ve abused a bit too many substances, or maybe it’s 4 am, or maybe it was just meant to be. But a bit of road divider had come off (you know, one of those huge stone blocks you keep wishing your car doesn’t hit)…. and your lovely Honda City goes right over it, causing both the right hand front and back tyre to puncture. And the rims ended up dented….

REALLY luckily, you manage to drag your car over the border, into Delhi. Right at the border, there are the usual slew of 8 men from the ‘Banas Sands’ company, who are responsible for collecting the toll from all commercial traffic entering delhi, and about 3/4 traffic policemen…

Now this situation, can get real frikkin’ messy in this city. It’s just you and an attractive lady, in a semi-big car. It’s 4.am. You wouldn’t pass the breathalyser if anybody tried to test you with it.

I rolled down my windows, and asked the guys if they had a spare jack (because my jack appeared to be busted). The policeman came up to me, and said, what would be the point, both my tires are busted (badly). He said why don’t you just leave the car here, and try and arrange for alternate transport. Now the thing is, I actually have a curfew of 1 am. And this curfew is based on faith. My parents are old. They sleep early. And my dad cannot see very well at night what with the high beam and all. So I really didn’t want to call home and ask for help.

So I asked the policeman if he could arrange a lift somehow. And he did. Without any comments about what happened to the car, without passing any curious comments about who my lady friend was, without asking for a bribe. He stood at the border, and attempted to flag down passing vehicles. 2 of them refused us. But just then, a call centre cab drove up. It was going to East of Kailash (my place, and my friends place are on the way). It was populated with a driver, and young woman who works for IBM.

I pulled out my wallet and was about empty the contents (80 rupees worth) into the policeman’s hand (as I figured he would expect it). He refused to take anything, and said, just come back early tomorrow to pick up the car.

We got into the cab and drove home (and I’m forbidden from going out late for a while… ah parents…!).

(We came back today to pick up the car, which was sitting exactly where it had been a few hours ago).

The point of this story? It’s 4 am. This is Delhi. We weren’t mugged. We weren’t molested. We weren’t murdered. The car wasn’t stolen. The policeman did his job without any additional incentive. Yes, there was a lot of luck on my side – my car busted near the border abd that we found a cab going in our direction. But it could still have turned out to be a very different night.

If there’s a God, thank you.
Dear Mr. Policeman, I hope you have a long and happy life, and I hope, that someday, I can make it up to you (for simply doing your Job? Yes, even just for that).

A Few Thoughts

In Elite Bloggers Stung, Recovered Post on 10 November, 2005 at 6:21 pm

this will be my last post on the DBM Fiasco
Ok let’s go. (Click the read more)1) I would like to offer a total, full, wholly completely unconditional apology for the very unkind, nasty hatespeech, with which my first draft of “Betrayed” was published. There was absolutely no reason to threaten to dismember a certain journalist’s member. There was also no reason to exhort people to harass him either. So for that, I am sorry. I apologise for this, because although I don’t believe anybody takes my buffoonery seriously, there are many bloggers out there who DO wish to be taken seriously, and I would discredit all of them with my stupid, childish outburst.

In my justification, however, I would like to say that for the past 2 years, this blog has been very obscure. I had a total of 8 cronies, who would come visit, ignore my cursewords, comment on the content and disappear, basically allowing me free run of this space. I have gotten into a habit of not putting thought into gear before accelerating blog posting/commenting, and thus far I have been able to get away with it scot free. A few flamebait comments on Deeshaa.org, or dcubed, in an impotent rage, and on with the rest of day. Basically, I would post whatever came into my mind. Did the thought of putting somebody’s reproductive organ through the guillotine cross my mind? Yes. But as the blogosphere has an excellent self-regulatory mechanism built in, the criticism of my fellow bloggers allowed me to see reason once I cooled down, and so I toned down my post. Now, it is still vicious, but a lot less so. Better people than I have written worse than what is currently up there.

2)(Pardon the poor alignment. I’m too lazy to revise my HTML)
Ok now if you look above, you can see “James”. A nice guy named Anthony left a URL on my previous post. After doing some further investigation, it turns out that “James” happens to be journalist working for the Delhi Times, known as Ranjan Yumnam (yes, he actually is Manipuri). Vulturo had posted about his technological knowledge very recently before the Delhi Blog Meet. BTW, “James” – you’re welcome to visit more blog meets, in fact, JOURNALISTS ARE WELCOME, AND SO IS ANYBODY ELSE!
UPDATE: I googled around a little. Here is the best piece of humour, I have ever come across.


3) The above picture shows you the meaning of the words “Self-Fulfilling Prophecy”. Once upon a time, I was an obscure blogger with nothing more than 2/3 comments on my posts, and a reputation for misinformed rants on many a blog. If you look at the graph…<SARCASM>it seems that I am approaching the number of visits required to break into that circle of bloggers known as ‘Elite’.</SARCASM>
Laugh. Out. Loud.

4) To go back to the really nasty tone of my rant, and use of inexcusable language, it is because I was just so completely shocked.

I am an unemployed Software Engineer by day. I have hair growing out my ears & nose (I hope The Compulsive Confessor is not reading this..).

When I decided to host a Blog Meet, I didn’t think I was speaking for the 14 million brown people living in this city. I do not claim to represent anybody other than ME, and that’s only half true, as I’m a Schizophrenic (ok not really). I thought I was going to be able to find a way to kill a few hours, here and there. Meet up with like-minded people, chill out, relax. I did not think that I would end up on the front page of the Delhi Times due to some completely unecessary deception, and be TOTALLY misquoted. Had the journalist at least advertised our URLs, I would have forgiven him (No publicity is bad publicity). Had the journalist actually published what I had said, I would have been jumping for joy. Forget Page 3, I made page 1. HA! But…no. Instead, the four of us were made to feel like complete idiots. It’s amazing. You wake up today thinking, hmmm today is going to be a simple day. Will have some coffee, and discuss silly/semi-important things. I never realised it could/would be so complicated.

Finally, the reason I put my rage up on display is basically because a) I have high blood pressure, and b) I’m lazy. Shivam/Saket/River/Aanchal/Anybody Else actually took the time to sit down, and channel their energies into writing mature, civilized (and angry) blog posts. But you see, I always treated my blog as my venting space. Unfortunately, with 200-something visits, I’ve lost that space. My apology is given above, so I’m not repeating it. Please go back to your regularly-scheduled programming, there’s nothing to see here.

UPDATE:Great Bong also writes a great post. I like being called “The Recurring 2.499999″.

Betrayed (by your own kind)

In Elite Bloggers Stung, Rant, Recovered Post on 10 November, 2005 at 5:59 pm

This just keeps getting worse and worse

In the previous post, I linked to this.

This guy wrote his first post based on what he saw in the TOI, and thus criticised me a little for calling myself a ’self-styled’ Elite blogger. Fair enough, anybody would do so after that inflammatory article. But when the person mentioned in the article responds…

Sir, the article in the Delhi Times doesn’t even report what I say correctly!!!!!!!!

Please see my link

http://25worldcountry.blogspot.com/2005/11/betrayed.html

In that meeting I clearly stated I was NOT an Elite blogger!

you would hope for a little correction. So you wait about 24 hours… and no change, so you write in the comments section again:

It is interesting that even I after I attempt to correct you, you couldn’t be bothered to change your article. I wonder, is this any better than the Times of India whom you put down.

So then this is the reply…

Hi Tarun!

I saw your comments and the related posts you have made on your blog. And let me assure you, I am no less concerned about the �?vested-interest reporting�? by TOI, more so after you have brought it to our notice.

As a blogger yourself, you must be knowing how difficult and unethical it is to change one’s stance in the blogosphere, especially after one has gone public with some contention. Supposing you were in my position, would you modify/remove the posting when it’s based entirely on the reporting by an established banner (and an irresponsible one also) like TOI? Let me add that an answer in the affirmative would tantamount to committing a breach of trust with the Netizens.

Again, who else but you can understand that �?Comments�? section is meant to accommodate all shades of remarks…whether carrying bouquets or brickbats for us – as very much apparent even in this specific post. So while you have your share of liberty to post any comment on this blog, please don’t deprive me of my freedom to �?Let The Truth Prevail�?.

Finally, in every anti-militancy operation, some innocent people also fall prey to the bullets. I hope, you get the point.

Thanks & Bye!

-Jonty

Translation: I was putting down the TOI, and you got caught in the middle. Tough shit. I can’t change my blog post, because that would mean that I am correcting myself, and I seem to be above making mistakes. “I Hope you get the point”.

I have never heard anybody say that it is “unethical” to change a Blog post. If that were so, then I think that Google/Blogger/TypePad/WordPress/LiveJournal, all of them should get into big trouble for being so unethical – they all allow you to edit your blog – and THEREFORE, your stance. Which is what I did with my previous post. As many of the commenters said, my angry post would reflect on a lot of other people, i.e. “some innocent people also fall prey to the bullets”. So to minimise that, I also toned down my post. But apparently, this Jonty idiot is above doing things like that.

Interesting, I mean you write an article lambasting poor journalism, and when the commenter replies REINFORCING your point (about inaccuracies in the report), you then decide to stand by the source you are criticsing in your report. You are a truly an idiot.
(Of course, here’s my final comment to his reply, flaming away, as usual)

Which part of �?I AM NOT AN ELITE BLOGGER AND HAVE NEVER CALLED MYSELF THAT�? do you not understand?

He is of course, what he terms himself as – an ‘elite’ blogger. *Heh*

I. DO. NOT. TERM. MYSELF. AS. AN. ELITE. BLOGGER. Please correct that sentence, or maybe I should start calling you the self-styled authority on truth? I categorically denied calling myself an Elite blogger at the meeting, in my posts, and will bloody well ask you to do the same, instead of perpetuating the TOI’s lies. There is nothing unethical about removing that sentence, I don’t know what rubbish you are going on about. This is truly ridiculous, and you are full of shit, which I shall be specifying in my blog post. Feel free to use the comments, as I will also �?let the truth prevail�?.

Betrayed

In Elite Bloggers Stung, Recovered Post on 9 November, 2005 at 5:58 pm

Croak-and-Dagger tactics

The irony of receiving your 15 minutes of fame…in this format…

The Delhi Blogger’s Meet that I hosted is going to haunt me for some time to come. A little bitching it seems can go a long way….

I got woken up today by Saket/Vulturo. He said we’re on the Front Page of Delhi Times, and the article is awful(unfortunately, it is not up on the web yet either).

Not only is it awful, it’s full of barefaced lies.

Saket, owner of a Blog tracker turned up and gave company to the lonely host

Umm, anybody who knows Saket, knows he has a BLOG, and a “BLOG TRACKER”. As for me being a “lonely host”, I’m attempting to line-maro the Compulsive Confessor, so it’s only a temporarily-lonely host. Asshole.

“I’ve booked the entire section of the restaurant” he added, pointing at the empty sofas reserved for an army of bloggers that he had expected

Ummm…Barista is not a restaurant.
I hadn’t booked the “entire section” of it.
And there was ONE sofa, which could hold 2 people, and ONE chair that was empty.
An army of bloggers, MY ASS.

Their favourite pastime remains MSM bashing, often without caring to provide substantiations, and taking cover behind free speech platitude

Gee, I wonder why I might feel like BASHING THE MSM AT THIS POINT IN TIME!

“We are the elite bloggers of India” announced Tarun, as Aanchal and Neha, who showed up later, nodded in agreement.

Ok, first off, I SAID I WASN’T one of the ELITE bloggers of India, and went on to roll off a list of all the A-list dudes (The people I mostly pick fights with – Deeshaa, India Uncut, Uma MD, Dilip D’Souza,e.t.c.) as being part of the Elite crowd (and Saket too).

Second(I suppose this is lucky), River’s name has been incorrectly reported as Neha. Again, I don’t know if River has a prob with her name being mentioned, so I won’t mention it, but it ain’t Neha…

Now I know how celebrities must feel when they see their quotes in print. Is anything in the paper the truth? Delhi Slimes, congrats, you’ve reached a sub-subterrenean low.

If anything, this just shows how worried the MSM must be about us. Why else would you send a spy to check up on us? James (if that is your real name) you are a slimy little piece of shit.

As a draconian measure, in line with our government, I suggest that any newcomers to bloggers’ meets be asked to demonstrate their knowledge of blogging BEFORE they show up. If you don’t know anything about blogging, too bad, go do some f-ing research first….ok I’m only kidding. It would a dumb, unenforceable thing to do.

Anybody with better suggestions, please do tell.

Update
I have revised and refined my blog, based on this post
and Nitin’s comment.

However I would like to state that this is MY SPOT on the Web. That is the whole goddam point. And while some bloggers want to be taken as seriously as journalists, I DON’T. Everything on this blog is just that – a voice from a 2.5-world country. I have never claimed to be the authoritative Voice.

Update 2
ARGH!
Now I’m being painted with the TOI brush!

Update 3
If you’re still coming to read this post, please move on to this one

Update 4
You know what, there is no such person known as “James”. And if you shall observe, it is James that I call a slimy piece of shit. Is calling an imaginary person names really name-calling?

The Last Guy Standing (in Delhi)

In Personal, Recovered Post on 7 November, 2005 at 5:56 pm

Throwing down the gauntlet (in response to the Compulsive Confessor)

The Compulsive Confessor is an interesting Delhi woman who writes a lot about her sex- and other-life. She manages to get 50 comments on each blog post. Damn.

I don’t read her. Because I don’t figure in her life.

Anyway, she’s complaining about being single

She says there are no guys left in all of Delhi, because none of them pass her tests.

I’m afraid (and this might shock you a little) that leaves me with NO ONE. In this ENTIRE CITY.

I’m so dying alone, no?

Because I pretend to be a brash, aggressive alpha-male in the blogosphere, I take up her challenge, and I pass her tests.

Click on the read more…

I can’t stand words being mispronounced. I mean really, v is veee, w is when you round your lips together. No clasping of the lower lip with your teeth, just round your mouth. Therefore it is “Way” and not “Vay”. This pisses me off so much that many potential boys have been banished to the Kingdom Of Bad Pronounciation for it. (Ruled by the clan of people who say “My hair are..”. Hello? Hair is SINGULAR, how often do we have to go over that?) There was this boy once, a pretty young lad who I was quite warming up to. And then he mispronounced five words in the same sentence. Gently I pointed it out, but he didn’t react too well to that. If people just DON’T want to learn, what are you to do, right?

I have what somebody aptly called a neutralized English accent. I consider myself James Bond, with a Punjabi twist, so I believe that my pronunciations are correct, and my English will trump your English, anyday. The name’s Gulati. Bunty Gulati. I like my Scotch Whisky-blended with a hint of tulsi-a dash of coke-and-some-cinnamon-then-shaken, not stirred.

Call me Ally McBeal, but getting food on your face is a distinct no-no in my world. Ketchup on fries, not on your face. I hate ketchup anyway. I can’t stand the smell and the taste. This does not go down very well with some boys who like to mix up the ketchup and the mustard into one pus type puddle. Ewwwwwww. I do make some exceptions to the food on face rule though. Chocolate is good. A latte foam mustache is very cute–but not if you do it on purpose.

Food goes in mouth, not on face. Check. In case an accident does occur, the nearby napkin (NOT the pocket hanky) will be out faster than you can say ewww. Ketchup+Mustard is totally ewww. And I don’t dip my pizza in Ketchup either. Check. Chocolate is good. And I know a few kinky tricks you can use with Chocolate. But I’d rather demonstrate those tricks than blab/brag about them…

Tight jeans, worn up to your waist, with your shirt tucked in. Good Lord, boy, it’s 2005, not 1981 as you seem to imagine. And your tush isn’t that cute, and even it were that cute, it would probably look better in like loose jeans. Not baggy, mind you. Baggy jeans are for teenagers with spiked hair with the tops of their Calvin Klein chaddis showing. That’s just trying too hard.

Tight jeans. No. No. No. Baggy Jeans. No. No. No. Jeans which are one waist size too big? Yes. You get to say you’ve been working out at the gym-shym and all. Then… you can also shove your hand inside your pants and say.. “See – I couldn’t do THAT a month ago…”

People who don’t read. Or who say the only book they have ever read is a) Love Story b) The Da Vinci Code or c) Anything by Michael Chricton (I don’t think I spelt that right) or Robert Ludlum or whatshisface, the chap who writes a lot about hunting in Africa.

I read. Reading list includes, but is not limited to:

Freakonomics
Maximum City
Guns, Germs & Steel
Atlas Shrugged + Fountainhead
Shogun, Taipan, Noble House
Harry Potter (Yes, I see no shame in admitting this, or including it in a ‘Reading List’. Deal with it, buddy!
Lord of The Rings + Hobbit + Silmarillion
Alchemist + 11 Minutes
Da Vinci Code + Angels & Demons
Anything P.G. Wodehouse
Anything Roald Dahl
Tom Clancy (the old Stuff from the Cold War days)
God of Small Things (I HATE THE AUTHOR WITH A PASSION, HOWEVER)
Interpreter of Maladies
Impressionist
Suitable Boy (ok, so I’m 75% of the way through it)
Midnight’s Children

e.t.c e.t.c e.t.c.

If you’ve passed these high tests, there are also the smaller tests. What music you listen to. Whether you have any passions beyond making money. Whether you get on with my friends. Whether you like TC. That sorta thing.

Music I listen to – diverse. Won’t go in to details here.
Passion(s)? Yes, I have one or two of them. The first is making money without having to do anything. I’m waiting for somebody to start depositing US$100,000 into my bank account every month simply because they feel I deserve to be rewarded for being me. The second passion requires either a bed, a car, whipped cream, chocolate sauce and ribbed condoms for her pleasure.

I’ll get on with your friends. But they might not get along with me!

Ok, and here’s where I admit my first(and only) defeat. What, pray tell, is TC? Tom Cruise? Total Crap? Testicular Cancer?

So there is at least ONE man in Delhi which passes your tests. Bring it on, ma’am!

Update
ThreeDrinksAhead informs me that TC stands for Turquoise Cottage. I like TC, haven’t been there more than twice but I like it. So I don’t even have to admit defeat on that count! HA!

No response from Ms. CC yet… I take passing her tests isn’t enough. There’s a missing X factor.

Also a very big thanks to Vulturo and DesiPundit (looks like I’ll be donating something to them after all :-p). This post got me 183 visits on a single day !$@$!#@$! I usually don’t get more than 8!

Ahem

In Uncategorized on 7 November, 2005 at 5:55 pm

n defence of my DBM hosting…Shivam has an interesting post (No Longer Available)about our Delhi blogger’s Meet.
Umm, Vulturo links to the Google Cache of it though, in his post..

Because I am unemployed (and am considering putting my profile up on AdultFriendFinder and Shaadi.Com just to see what sort of response I get), I feel justified in making Mount Everests out of Speed Breakers. So in my defence, I would just like to say that I would rather host a blogger’s meet in pub than in a coffee place. I just figured that not everybody was a drunkard like me, so we should start off abusing a different substance. But I should also have known better – this is Delhi, after all! If I’d held the meet in a pub/other sharaabi joint, maybe attendance would automatically have doubled.

Oh and a word about the number of bloggers – while I don’t expect to see huge crowds, a few new faces would be nice – in addition to – and not – in lieu of – the old faces.

And to the Page 3 journalist: I’ve been trying to get my picture snapped in your page 3 since I’ve been 3 years old. I’ve dropped names, changed clothes, donated to charity even. Sigh, so close, and yet..so far…

Huzoooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, huzoooor-e-ala

Delhi Blogger’s Meet Report

In Elite Bloggers Stung on 6 November, 2005 at 5:53 pm

They came, they saw, they got conquered.

Ok let’s see…

The Barista Creme WAS quiet on Saturday when I went to reserve some space for us bloggers, I didn’t think there would be such a stark contrast the next day!

All of you Delhi-ites are traitors, if this is the sort of attendance one should expect from a blogger’s meet then we might as well go back to watching the Rocks grow.

So… the first person to show up at our Blog meet was a guy called James, from Manipur, studying here in Delhi. Poor James showed up at 4.30 !#@#! and asked random people if they were bloggers.

Next come me & Vulturo (I don’t think I need to link to him, he’s The Prince of Darkness). Well I spent like 20 mins circling around South Ex trying to find a place to park. I finally parked out somewhere next to some abandoned building, keeping fingers crossed that nobody would tow/steal it. Then I bumped into Saket who came out of Reliance WebWorld and we entered the Barista, and sat down at our ‘reserved table. Since nobody seemed to have responded, we both had afeeling that this might turn out be our first date instead of a Blogger’s meet. But then James showed up. So over a griled chicken sandwich, and Synthetic Barista Coffee ™ James asked us blog questions – how much tech knowledge do you need, what do you guys blog about, is there any money in blogging e.t.c. A nice chap, but a little too quiet for a loudmouth like me.

30 minutes later, River (of RiversBlueElephants fame) showed up, and she came with Aanchal who is the owner ofThree Drinks Ahead.

So we learnt that River has a Ph.D, so now I shall proceed to call you Dr. River. Unfortunately, this time there were no commie-cappy arguments -( We were in an affable mood, and the conversation was light and interesting. But we discussed a few things – who is the most popular Indian Blogger? Well as Vulturo pointed out, it does seem to be Amit Verma of India Uncut, but I’m still a little doubtful about that.

Anyway, the ladies ordered some lovely looking drinks – DOCTOR River’s drink had a mini Apple Pie on TOP of it!!!$@$#!#@ while Aanchal’s drink had a Brownie. How does this stuff manage to float on top of coffee? Mysterious I tell you.

Anyway, it was again, a good time had by one and all. Varna and Shivangi were meant to join us, as was Mr. Mall Road – kithe reh gaye si tussi? And Mr. MaharajDhiraj? Have all you people developed a life? You actually have better things to do? Whatever.

Delhi, you disgraceful city, shape up! I think right now our Bloggers’ Meets are poor shadow of our competitor in Western India (Mumbai).

Oh and this message is specifically for Saket – IGNORE READ MORE :-p

Delhi Blogger’s Meet – November

In Non-Rant, Recovered Post on 5 November, 2005 at 5:47 pm

It’s that time of month again…

STICKY POST – see below for other updates..

Come one, come all to the greatest show on Earth…and er.. after that show, come to the Delhi Blogger’s Meet!

Scheduled for the SUNDAY, 6th of November. Not quite sure about the time – do we start it at 5 pm? If no problems, then FIVE PM is the time. I’m game for moving it back an hour earlier if anybody wants.
This time, we shift to South Delhi, specifically to the Barista Creme, South Extension Part-I. Barista Creme? Well it’s a quieter, and slightly more snobbish Barista, located in the heart of South Ex. So we should be able to hear ourselves think and speak. Will try and arrange a booking, or at the very least, a sign.

See you all there. Looking forward to more communist vs capitalist fights, and more “you don’t look indian” type comments, questioning my loyalty!

Previous blogger meets here and here

Asking for trouble…

In Rant, Recovered Post on 4 November, 2005 at 5:47 pm

I play party pooper

Ok let me the the only one to say that I honestly do not see a revived, renewed or redone Indian team. I see the same team I always saw.

Sehwag gets out within 40 runs.
Tendulkar fails to fire in the matches that are crucial.
Some dude in the middle order gets his day in the sun. This time it’s Dhoni, last time it was Yuvraj/Kaif
The bowlers never do anything worth mentioning, ‘cept Agarkar, who also fires once every year – must be seasonal. I will never forgive you for giving 22 runs in 2 consequtive overs, once upon a time. NEVER!
(Ok Bhajji is an unsung hero this series. Good bowling!).

Yes Dhoni smashed a few records, India finally won after centuries (yes you can take that literally or not). But sorry, I don’t see a newly rejuvenated team. I see exactly the same team that could very easily have lost. Too easily.

I can’t judge these dudes by their home performance, although many will say that even that is an achievement. Sorry. For me to be happy, I wanna see 2 series wins, within a year of each other if possible, away from Indian soil.

Ok, pooped on the party. Let the flames begin.

Happy (Hindu) New Year

In Personal, Recovered Post on 1 November, 2005 at 5:35 pm

A Happy Diwali to One & All

Welcome to the year 2062. May it be as good if not better than the last one!