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Male, Single, Bangalore, India March 27, 2009

Posted by Abishek in Uncategorized.

Taka Tak.. tak tak taka taka… The keypad in my friend’s laptop blurted out. Orkut Beta popped open merrily as his mouse pinched the Sign In button. There was a gush of adrenaline to check any recent scraps…

Day before Yesterday
Two days back, my friend… ok I’ll call him ‘Madhan’ (as anonymity was requested), frantically called me to convey that he has discovered the love of his life. ‘Ohhh…’ I sighed. ‘Dude, This is the umpteenth time, anyways what’s special this time?’ The conversation was followed by a quick exchange of mails. The first mail from Madhan consisted of a couple of JPG attachments, on opening which, a smiling beauty graced my PC monitor. Envy started filling my soul as I wondered why such a ‘figure’ never works out for me. Just as I was trying to recuperate myself, came the biggest shock, his next mail, where Madhan has managed to do some cheap photoshop of stitching a couple of his photos to the girl’s pic! Ayoo, Eppadi than ippadi yosikaranungalo!

‘The first line of communication has been established’ – Madhan announced with pride and asked me to check his orkut scrapbook. ‘Hey hi… Yep am your cousin Devi. How are you?’ My friend managed to jump the first hurdle with aplomb. This scrap was his most precious scrap ever. A few hours later he called up again and claimed that all lines of communication were established!

And Back to Today.
Now I was at Madhan’s house and still this guy was swimming in between ‘scraps’. He scrapped, “I have crossed ur 50th scrap.. Half Century!” It was more than Christmas for my friend to achieve this target! The next biggest question on any guy’s mind before progressing, is if the girl is younger to him. Using my scrap expertise I suggested my friend to start from asking the girl’s college and then which year she passed out. Felt proud over my tactics, as one could easily approximate the girl’s age from this piece of information. This day, orkut appeared more interesting than an India Pakistan Cricket match. Madhan was glued to his laptop and his arms appeared to be programmed to refresh his scrapbook every minute. A thousand questions started looming over his mind. ‘Is she scrapping me because she is interested?’, ‘Won’t it be good that we are relatives already’, ‘I know her sisters, they are good… so she should also be good’, ‘Is she very silent type?’ His thoughts were interrupted by the new scrap. ‘I passed out my school in 2002 and college in 2005, you are 2 months elder to me’. Hurray! Madhan jumped in joy as if India won the match against Pakistan. To him it was as if he was already married and his wife was carrying 2 months! But the joy did not last for long enough, not even long enough to imagine a complete duet – The next scrap popped up – ‘So am not your akka, u r my anna ryt????’ My friend collapsed after reading the last four question marks.

I suggested him to reply ‘not necessarily ;)’


Am I done yet? December 30, 2008

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I have been standing still for while now… My eyes were locked with his, in a steady gaze. He looked very similar to me. A super short hair cut, thick eyebrows and a dark tan. It’s yet another day, yet another morning. The lateral reflection in front of me appeared to shoot a million rapid fire questions. What the fuck man!


Few months back, sitting idle at the hospital room, my fingers tuned HBO, then showing ‘Are we done yet’ – a certainly flop movie. My mom being at the post-operative ward and no one else in the room, I locked the television frequency. The story was about a man who tries to make his best decisions, but every time it screws up even bigger. The movie struck a chord… no, rattled all chords with me. Now, on new year’s eve, I cant help thinking back how the year had passed.


January 2008 started with a bang. Just a month ago, the bull markets had smiled a handsome unrealized profit, but all was gone in just five minutes one ‘fine’ day. It did not take many revolutions of the clock for me to discover than I was nailed on Saturn’s box. My job kept me technically happy, generated good cash flows into the positive quadrant, but my heart was never really happy. I hated to miss out the evenings. I hated to miss out being free. I hated to miss out not being myself. I got an amazing opportunity, an interview with Capital One, but D-day I could not even multiply digits – screwed up. Once I had to give a presentation on tele-conference, I was so confused with the meeting that I did not even realize when I had to present – screwed up. I was running late to office, bike punctured – screwed up. No puncture shop nearby – screwed up. The crow perfectly shits on me – screwed up. Finally came the day I resigned. One of my proudest moment a year back, getting this job, and today, it looked like a big relief to resign.

The bad luck did not stop though, it followed the sensex pattern – consistently kicks ass. I rented a new house, shifted my parents here, bought a slew of home products and finally became penniless. I started my new job with a lot of optimism. I knew I could do things, but for some reason everything stopped working with my magical touch – Either outlook doesn’t work or Visual Studio doesn’t work or even freaky you tube doesn’t work. God damn PC stopped working once. I thought it’s ok, things will change. It did change… It became worst. My CAT was a big flop, in spite of coaching classes and the pack of mocking cats, I was still smitten – both on my wallet and on the test. My memory also got volatile, I forgot to make tax saving investments, I forgot to meet friends, I even forgot my car number. Few times I forget to remove my helmet even after parking the bike. My TV also stopped working and if I dialed customer care their telephone stopped working. I try print an e-ticket – the website stops working. If it works – then printer stops working. I open the tap – no water. I switch on the pump – no electricity. I want to buy a guitar – no money. I promise to take out my Mom – car punctured. I change a new tube and next day go to meet a friend – again puncture, defect in the new tube this time though. Many times I get lost on directions. I see two roads, I think left is the correct road and take left, but the other road is correct. If I think left is correct but take the right road, still the other road is the correct one. If there is only one road? Then I am traveling the wrong direction. Phew! There is a big list of things that don’t work well with me – mobile phone, internet, bike, car, shoes, bags, credit cards, traffic police, dvds, aptitude exams, computers, software, money, equities, sports, tv, pen, couriers and mosquitoes. I know the list is still in expansion phase…


A stolen quote:
Failure is not when we fall, but when we refuse to rise again.

God! Then go ahead, bring it on me.
Welcome 2009… and Happy New Year!

Chicken Biriyani, an overheard conversation and a mini Pepsi September 4, 2008

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It’s already two hours past mid-day. My stomach purred like a kitten caught inside a tumble-wash washing machine. Impatiently I entered a small hotel which was the first one I could spot from my bus stop.

“Bozzz… Menu card” was my first order.  The petty hotel had a menu card larger than it’s exterior image. Chinese, Tandoori, Chettinad and a lot more all at a very nominal price compared to the Kentacky Fried Chickens of Bangalore.

“Rendu Parotta, egg masala kudunga”

“Sir vera edha dry items, chicken, fish fry…”

“Umm… Seri oru Chicken 65 kudunga”

Every time i order this Chicken 65 i remember the Kozhi Arubathi Anju comedy and I control the laughter within myself as I dont want to appear like a lunatic laughing out alone. I dont know why, atleat in my state of TamilNadu people had the opinion if you laugh alone then you are mentally retarded.

I started voraciously munching my Parottas and realized that the kitten inside my stomach won’t be happy with that. So I ordered one more Chicken Biriyani and a Pepsi. Pepsi with Biriyani or Parotta feels like heaven to me. What a Fusion of western and classical dishes!

Just then two dark guys appearing to be in their mid twenties came and sat in front of me. To me, they looked like bachelors working in some pump manufacturing industry. I acted as though i never took notice of them and even they did not care much about me.

The person sitting on the right side seemed to be slightly senior as he did most of the talking.

“Koochame pada maataan da avan”. The guy on the right continued the conversation he was having before entering the hotel. “Panathukkaga illa, aana konjamavadhu yosikanum illa?”.

The waiter interrupted them “Sir enna sapidreenga? Chicken Biriyani, Mutton Biriyani…”

“Enna sapidreenga? Chickena? Mutton? Koocha padama sapidunga, enakku ungala pathi nala theriyum… neenga eppadi irundheenga… ellam theriyum” Neenga nalla sapidunga.”

“Neenga enna sapidreenga?” – The guy on the left broke his silence, so far he looked very meek and worried.

“Enakku parotta podhum, daily biriyani sapittu romba weight aidichu… Ennoda heightukku naan 65kgs than irukkanum aana 9 kilo adhigama iruken… idhuve adhigam”

“Seri enakku oru chicken biriyani”, And he asked the waiter “chicken biriyani eppadi irukkum? umm… piece eppadi irukkum?”

“Sir oru leg piecum ore chinna pieceum irukkum sir”


“Enakku oru plate parotta”

“Sir gravy?

“Vera onnum vendam, parotta oda regulara vara sherva mattum thanga”

I sighed within. I have ordered more than what both these persons have ordered together and there is this guy in front of me speaking about controlling diet. Whatever I am hungry and I munched the boiled eggs with delight.

The waiter quickly brought my CB and mini Pepsi and also the dishes for my table mates.

The right guy started again “Shankar call panni irundhaaru, ungala visaricharu”

“Shankar arumaiyana payan, collegele irunde avana enakku nalla pazhakkam… cha college le ellam valkai romba nalla irundhudhu”

I was enjoying my ‘kozhi arubathi anju’ and also while listening to the conversation with a countenance that pretended not to. A person in a nearby table was blabbering aloud as well. The person sitting to my left got irritated and told his friend “Pagalaye sarakku adichittu indha aalu panra rouse thangala”

“Neenga unga room matea nambadheenga avlo than solluven… Avanukku 25 ayiram sambalam, prechanaiye illa, avan eppa venna ungala kelti uttutu poiduvan.”

“Theriyidhu… naan edhirpaakama ellam illa…”

“Seri thayir sadham sapidunga, Biriyani saptaproam sapita nalladhu”

“Illa vendam, idhe enakku niraya irukku”

“Adhu ellam illa, sapidunga, nama share pannikellam..” To the server: “Oru thayir sadham”

“Sir, cool drinks edha venuma? pepsi, 7-up, miranda?”

“Cool drinks sapidreengala?”

“Vanilla Ice cream irukka?”

“Ahan.. irukku sir”

“Okie appa ivarukku maathram oru cup vanilla ice cream kudunga”

I almost gobbled the last morsel in my biriyani. Pepsi and the overheard conversation between two persons complimented my meal ver well. Some things in life like the pepsi which might not be good still feels good, so is eavesdropping or overheared conversations… could be useless and make no meaning, like the the one i heared, but still feels good. I felt engaged throughout the meal, paid a good tip and left the hotel. 

90 minutes to office July 29, 2008

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I always try to blog in a different style everytime… that’s why long gaps until i get a feeling to pen down something. What’s new this time is I am blogging whatever happened in a short duration of 90 minutes – 28.7.2008, 7:00 to 8:30am, an ordinary monday morning incident stitched inbetween current affairs.

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Nowadays it’s getting extremely difficult to sleep early… Keeping the ass stationary for several hours in a cushioned seat chilled at 22 degerees centigrade definitely doesnt help. The late yawn doesnt stop early either. However, I woke up today when the black hands of my yellow clock bisected it into two vertical semi circles. It’s day zero – Monday. Sleep held my body with numerous Weber- turns of magnetism. A hot water bath would do good to unwind the flux off. Looking at my week old beard i wondered whether God is intelligent enough, why did He give men the beard when they are ought to shave it off to look human. Maybe He wanted looks to be configurable.

As usual I was late to bring up to speed my semi-sleeping soul. My Yamaha roared as i kicked him to life – 5 minutes but 10 kms i told to myself. I was already late (as usual) to my coaching class. Today i decided to risk discovering a new shorcut so that i could be on time. It was obvious that i need to keep heading West, but the road felt like being on a Mars expedition and amplified by yesterday’s rain, Indian infrastructure rattled all my bones and spit shitty water all over my pants and shoes. I was furious for all the Tax i had paid last year this is what the government gives me back. India is like a ditch i thought, you throw a stone at it – it flings shit, even if you throw gold – still it flings same shit. Worst of all, the road twisted and instead of West i was travelling South all along. I understand Bangalore is not Avenues and Streets but atleast there could be some direction boards in a comprehendalble language. Already late 20 minutes, I managed to find the right way only to have my bike choke up a couple of times and then go mute. The rocketing fuel prices doesnt fuel as much as it did before. I could understand the huge demand for fuel these days… Thousands of cabs, school vans, auto rickshaws… Bangalore roads seem to be the largest and most congested auto expo ever. It’s not only the vehicles, we have the diesel generators… IT, BPOs are forced to run on diesel generators averaging 8 hours a day due to the power crisis. Why the power crisis? Lack of rains. So i try to formulate a quick equation: Rain scarcity -> Power scarcity -> Fuel scarcity -> Higher fuel cost -> I loose money. Another interesting study tells that More Rain -> Lesser vehicles on road -> Lesser fuel demand -> Lesser fuel cost -> I save money. So it looks like how rich/poor I am is also to an extent decided by the rains! And at this level, the governments are spending billions researching how we can survive in Mars and in listening to cosmic rays believing some one extra terrestrial is calling! Shouldnt we first listen to the calls of the poor and deprived humans and life in our very own earth.

I limped with my bike to the nearest fuel sation but by the time i had already lost my mood to go to my coaching class. I decided to atleast go to my office early. It was not even 8 am, but the roads were already crowded with people marching towards all directions. I was able to see two kinds of people. One group wearing glossy id-cars on their necks, nowadays people dont look at how many grams your gold chain weighs to estimate you, but look at the brand printed on your id-cards. Little do they realize the id-card guys are just another breed of labours – its either you haul local trash or multi-national trash. The other group of people would mostly have their greasy pants rolled up, worn out slippers and either a chisel or hammer in hand. Dont think am sympathetic over the second kind of people. Most of them i belive are as rouge as the chisels they carry, unrefined as their greasy trousers and would emit sweet poetry when they open their mouth. They doze their physical pain by immersing themselves in ethanol and ultimately stink like a kingfisher beer. Look at the id-card guy… similar human except that his darker sides are carefully disguised in Allen Solly. The id-card guys earn more just because there are relatively lesser guys of their kind… those who had the privelege of convent education, expensive tution, academics and lifestyle and but still claim all these as their own ‘talent’. Everyone sucks, i told myself as i kept heading towards my office.

Driving in rush hour Bangalore is a deadly race where you can lead only by putting your life in a poisson distribution probability. Just two days ago, i saw this man.. err.. body lying in a scarlet pool with the torso twisted perpendicular to his red-striped face.. His bike was probably hit – ultimately relieving him of the worldly pain. Split second can decide whether you are going to see St.Peter or your moma back home. I saw no one dared even to check if there was some breath left in the poor guy, even i wouldnt dare to do that. TV serials and movie have educated me that it’s a legal hassle helping accident cases. However the incident didnt educate people to drive safe as the mad rush towards IT parks continue everyday in full swing. Interesting part is that the administrative intellects are finding radically incorrect solutions to these problems… they are fixing video cameras for analysing traffic and drivers’ pattern – which i am sure is more complex than an intraday stock chart. I guess then traffic cops might need to learn exponential moving averages, rather they should go and fix lamp posts first. Another ‘intelligent’ solution was for the nuclear deal issue, to vote on which party to rule, rather they should vote if the deal was required are not – a clear evidence parties are interested in their mutual battles than public good.

I finally reached office around 8 30 am… It was dark, I recollected that in the office i worked earlier, 8 30 pm would be brighter than how it was now… I though about the BPO guys who work American hours for Indian money… They have to change the way they slept and ate for 20 years inorder to save something for the remaining 20 years… Hmm… just like whatever i have typed so far… people speak all this while sitting in cafeteria and muse what could be done… Just like everyone else, I too can only speak… i dont have solutions… neither do you…

Sundara Travels April 19, 2008

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‘Dedicate’ has become a buzz word these days, switch on any music channel, i guarentee two sure-shot questions our VJs would shoot: 1. ‘Have you reduced your TV volume?’ I could recollect an anchor who went to the extent of suggesting his over enthusiastic caller to dismantle the speakers from his TV, and question 2. ‘Whom do you want to dedicate this song?’  Which is followed by  an indefinite linked list starting kayalvizhi, kumar annan, kanathu kuppam raja, blah blah blah… Whatever, all I wanted to tell is I am dedicating this blog to my favourite companion Alagesh… Most of you might know Alagesh as I would raved about him already, for the ignorant he was born a Yamaha Rx135, lived as a faithful girl friend to his owner for 8 years, then managed to capture my heart and got rechristened as Alagesh. He screams when I am happy and groans when I am sad and is the most exciting one to hang out with.

The first vehicle I remember driving was a scooter tyre. In ‘those days’ it was the preferred toy/vehicle for kids in my area. My obsession with the scooter tyre earned me the title TVS – Tyre (V)Oruti Saniyan (translation: Tyre rolling saturn ). Then ‘Lightfoot’ came into my life when i was in my 6th grade, a Hercules Rockshock. He withstood my abuse for 5 years. My favourite activities with him being driving for hours discovering road side puppies and naming them, I still remember baptising a black puppy as ‘karupaayee’. I also remember driving a bullock cart in my village. The best part was our bullock needed to be driven only on the to-journey, he would always remember way back home eager to meet his fiance gomadha. And we could shift gears just by a twist of his shitty tail!

Travel is always so much fun, I could see many places and many people. Once I was travelling in this Bangalore Inter-city express, Settling into my window-seat i was eagerly awaiting my co-passengers.. how nice it would be if a buch of IT girls turn up! my trip would become einstein-short! The train started but my compartment alone was almost empty… with a sigh i pulled up my mobile for the free time pass called SMS.  And then came this horrible place called Tiruppur. A dozen 70 year old women stacked up my compartment… i could hear my heart burst off in disappointment… Wont Tiruppur have any teenagers at all?? thus started my einstein long journey… I wonder if those grannies had some dress code or what… they either wore an shiny green or blue saree only, same hair style called kondai, and an oc purse given at the shop where they bought their blue/green sarees. Just as I started disliking them one grannie with the traditional south Indian hospitality offered me a laddu. My heart melted and I said to myself ‘grannies are nice after all’… but then came their actual intention… they came up with a complex logic and claimed that the compartment was a ladies compartment as they were the majority. ‘Enna kodumai sir idhu!’ I was pushed to another corner while the unloaded their ever-silver tins containing puliyodharai, laddu, mixture and what not…

General practice among Indian travellers is to pretend they never see their co-passengers. Infact they start assuming there is no co-passenger at all… One common mistake one should not make is leave his seat free for a while… If you do, 100% it would be occupied by someone when you return… and coincidentally after they occupy your seat, you wont be visible or audible to them. Probably they are from tiruppur i guess. Another exciting thing with train journey  are the trans-genders… they are full of terror, but some fun as well… They should be appreciated in one aspect, they always announce their arrival with self-applause. Once we were on a college trip to Mumbai, some wise friends have advised that these trans-genders would come and they wont leave us without emptying our purse… As expected they did come with all bells and whistles… A friend came running announcing their arrival… In a fraction of a second our adrenaline pumped jackie chan stunts into us and 6 of us stacked up in 2 upper berths and pretending to sleep…  There was a friend who was stunned seeing a trans-gender face to face that he got hypnotised to give currency by currency from his purse.

However, the most exciting means of travel is the 24/7 local Government Bus Service. This is how a festival weekend journey would be: If you start from Bangalore around 9 pm, you need to clear the preliminary battle with around 20 people to get a standing ticket till Hosur. Don worry that you are standing, the bus will have two televisions, out of which one tv will be having a reddish hue in its screen. The Pioneer DVD set (as claimed by the screensaver) would play vadivelu comedy so that you dont realise standing for 2 hrs. Since Hosur bustand is supposed to be under rennovation, you would be dropped on a highway which would be masked like a market place. This time the mission is a little difficult. You have atleast 500 people to battle it out. You could approach the bus in two ways: one, give you luggage to your friend and run behind the bus and crawl into the bus. You will succeed in this process if you are athletic enough and you have stamped over atleast two people running with you. Second way, run with your luggage bag along the open window side of the bus and drop your bag on a free seat to secure a place. You will succed in this way if you have good logical/analytical skills plus an appropriate luggage size. Finally you make it to a bus. Its celebration time, as the title song for the TV movie plays. As per my experiene there is a 80% probability for the movie to be Thamarabharani or Thirupatchi. Just as you settle and start feeling hungry the bus will pull over in one of the most exotic places in the world. You wont know what that place is, but the bus conductor will announce a 10 minute break for food and piss. You would be overwhelmed as you get down, the hotel boy would call out the menu loudly. You could hear the cook preparing kothu barota in full swing. Remember to identify your bus at this juncture as there will be several other buses and you should not forget you bus livery. The will be a audio cs shop with large wooden speakers playing loud 70’s hits. There would be a couple of condiment shops with unamed confections of a dozen variety in big glass jars. The manufacturing date for these items would always be claimed as morning that day. There would also be a sugarcane juice shop on one corner. As you leave this happening place, next destination is Salem. The movie will get over and people will start to doze… Not it time for you to play tactics… You neighbour will always fall asleep on you. Best way to handle this is to slide off and make him fall all over, he will be disturbed and retun within his seat limits. You need to do this all night. Finally you would reach salem, much later than the time promised by the conductor… It should be early morning and getting the coimbatore bus should be relatively easy, just hop on and pray 2 things: first, they dont show thamarabharani/thirupaachi again; second, a tirupur person doesnt sit along with you!

Sila naatkalukku piragu… February 23, 2008

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It’s past 7.30 pm, it’s Friday. As I exit my company, i cant help thinking back over my life. It all changed on 2nd December 2006, i stepped into Banglore with a big suitcase packed with dresses, bedsheets, cosmetics and shoes. I had to move for what I still cant classify as a like or dislike. My internship and corporate life will start 2 days hence. Hmm… I enter Comfort Homes, Yet another PG here, my room was shady and dark, 5 cots stacked in a average sized room. Lonely feelings start creeping in, but lonliness is not as new to me as the city, language and lifestyle.

The cold morning breeze was refreshing, fully motivating to start a life on my own, I said to myself “now I am the boss”. Internsip life was not great, too many things to learn, I did not make a great start either. For some reason I couldnt gel well with the hindi community. I wasnt sure what to speak and what not to. Preferred to speak less and concentrate on learning from the bottom up. It took almost a month to get my ‘Hello World!’ printed through Java, it was a joy learning things but I had to miss a lot… Missed my family, missed my college, missed the cricket matches, the trips my friends in college had. It wasnt a tought guess that my fun life has ended. I kept muling over these thoughs as I took long walks back from my company to the PG. Soon, I has a few friends from my college accompany me in this lifecycle, this is when the ‘bangalore bachelors’ life starts… I slogged throughout the weekdays and hogged on weekends. Bangalore is amazing in one way, party, pubs and wealth, all are in abundance. Six months passed, and I was on a much sought out vacation in Goa. The recent disturbances made me booze for the first time… not much, half a bottle of Fosters. Lying back on a hammock, midnight in a private island, i had one of the peaceful sleeps i had in the past 6 months.

Coming to the present, Tonight I am leaving back to coimbatore after almost a month. This has been my longest stint in Bangalore without returning back hometown. This time I am going in a proper booked bus, the Govt buses I would take before used to be adventurous, running all over to get a seat, sometimes i had to wait many hours for getting a bus. I always enjoyed the trips though, i learnt to kill hunger on roadside eateries, I learnt to endure the cold nights, I learnt to endure different people. Tonight my bus was loaded mostly with the ‘IT people’. These guys look a lot different. Nice T-shirts, shoes, cellular phones and backpacks. No movies in this bus and all plunged into sleep soon.

Getting out of the bus, Coimbatore was relatively silent. I walked through my regular path. It was just a month, but it felt different. The road appeared narrower. No much people were awake this early in the morning. I was able to recollect a few moments back in my life in this place. I had walked these roads since I was 6 years old. Cricket, hide and seek, lock and key, upeat… I have played them all here. I learnt cycling in these roads, I have fallen down shed some blood as well here. As I entered college, I blazed these roads on my pulsar, much to the rage and envy of the neighbours… But today, I am walking swiftly with a luggage bag… I can see how my life has changed from a scool kid to a college goer and now as an employee. Nothing much has changed in our streets, the premier press which had opened when I was very young is still there but with a new name board now, annachi kadai, kozhi kadai, robin kadai all are still here. I could see the newspaper boy, he resembeled his expired dad, he had the same cycle and the same ‘thina thandhi’ bags on the handle bar. I could see the milk man going houses. Once when i was a kid I had mocked the milk man singing ‘vandhenda paalkaaran…’, and he chased me into my houseplayfully, since then I have always been a bit scared of him! A couple of old persons enquired how i am doing, “they should have seen me growing up all these years”, I told to myself.

I opened the gates to my house, the front doors were opend and I could hear my mom watering the plants, I walked over the side path to have a glimpse of her. Instantly i was filled with joy seeing her almost after a month. But soon, all the joy vanished as I realized she had lost weight and not looking healthy. Along with all the changes i had noticed on my way, my parents also have aged, now living all by themselves, many hunderd kms from where I work. They have worked hard for almost 30 years now, just to feed me and bring me to this level, but here I am, In bangalore in pursuit of my career and dreams. My dad also looked weaker. I could see them rejoice on seeing me back. I could not stop wondering why I am not able to give them this happiness every day. I learnt that my parents were really having few health problems, but still working and managing themselves without disturbing me. It’s time to take a decision.

the money plant December 2, 2007

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In my last post.. many days ago, i had hinted on ‘incidental psycho’ which is yet to take off… However, late, but latest, there is no final ‘.’ for this blog 🙂 Since the last 2 weeks i am hooked to investing. Like knowledge, i believe investment grows on sharing. I intend to start blogging on investments henceforth… i wish to share abt investing in stocks, money fundas, more about money, some more about money and a lot more about money! before i start, a BIG disclaimer…

DISCLAIMER: Everything i write is my personal opinion. All facts mentioned are taken from open sources. Strictly no insider information here!

money plant

To start off… money is both material and immaterial. Material in the sense, it gets u stuff, fancy cars, jewellery and funky clothing. Immaterial in the sense gives you confidence, pleasure, power and status. Immaterial component is what i would call as unrealized gain/loss in financial terms. All that can be realized at the end of the day is, money gets u stuff, single utility, you can spend it. Saving and investing are nothing but planned and delayed spending. So in the blogs to come, i hope to tell more about this ‘spending’… we might even justify ‘spending’ as the universal action… keep watching…

sneak peek: incidental psycho # October 10, 2007

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‘All the world is a stage’… I recollect my favourite movie – Truman’s Show. The hero is put in a bogus world and his entire life being broadcasted to the so called ‘real world’. I feel the real world is not much different. Every person has to act through to do his ‘deeds’… There will be no universal set of ‘deeds’ that one has to do… its different for different personalities, varying on the chemistry of their genes and illusions burnt by their environment. We move cautiosly… millions of neurons deciding what we say and what we do. Ultimately, man speaks very less… infinitely less than what he thinks…

Introducing, the ‘incidental psycho’ series… coming soon, only at cyberabis.wordpress.com

with the photographer… October 1, 2007

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The following is an email sent to me by my dear friend and budding photographer Srikanth (nick: Magaa). This guy is known for his flowery dialogues and this mail is no an exception. ‘Any sorrow can be endured while doing your favourite work’ is one of his words of wisdom… i dont recollect it exactly though… And our Magaa’s favourite hobby is… read the mail below and witness the delight of an artist @ work!

Hello friends,

“My experiment with the camera” has just begun. Spent a sleepless night in captruing these pictures. This is the view outside my aprtments. It is the view of New York (manhattan), captured from New Jersey . NY and NJ being separated by Hudson river, you get the best view during the night. It is the most difficult thing to capture pictures in the dark, as there are several constraints. I don’t want to go into those technical aspects of camera and photogrphy and bore you. I have tried my best, though this is my first go. And I promise I can learn very quickly with your support and suggestions. Have a look at them whenever you are free. And do tell/suggest me of any improvements(In short, poke me in the head whenever u get the opportunity). ” It was a boring day. The clock on my desk was showing a frowning face looking at my plight(the time was 3 40, and the needles will be at a frowning angle!!!) Will our lives be so much boring, to sit and stare at the stupid monitor for hours together, hammering the keyboard without any mercy? Well, I got the answer immediately, when the fed-ex guy banged on my shoulder as I banged the return key. ‘Heyy meester, u ve gat a paarcel ‘. ‘Oh, thaanx a llot‘, I said, trying to speak in accent. Can such a miracle happen at work? Yes, it can. I opened the large box, to reveal another box inside. Yes, I got what I was aspiring, my weapon of joy and construction. I had ordered for a tripod a week back, which got delivered now.


The night was cold and chilling(though not as cold as my heart !!). I got dressed up, loaded my weapon(stuffed the memory card into my camera!!), and set out for the night of adventure(12 floors down in an elevator, then 100 meters to the left of my building). The nylon grip on my RBK was screeching every time it made contact with the smooth glassy tiles. It was hardly a mins walk. By the time I reached the desired destination, my hands had become brittle and numb, as if it was made of wood or some rock solid stuff.(Like the frozen villain in terminator 2 judgment day).The owl on a distant tree was watchin me setting up my apparatus, which took me around two minutes. Loaded the scope, which clung to my camera whit the authentic “cliktch” sound. Oyee,, you still reading?? Aaahhh, common, go on and click the below link. Thts why they say, a picture is worth a thousand words!!……………………..”


The .Net Vs J2EE August 25, 2007

Posted by Abishek in Uncategorized.

Well, this is my first technical blog… reason? i just joined the ‘me too software engineer’ club 🙂 I feel programmers have nowadays become like commoners. I remember a sms i received, ‘if you throw a stone on the streets of bangalore it will either hit a dog or a software engineer!’ sorry for the sarcasm, am not proud over my profession… where i get paid for pressing up and down 106 keys! frankly it doesnt take a lot to become a application developer, atleast as long as google and the Ctrl, C and V keys exists in the keyboard… Ok i’ll stop the mumble and stick to the topic. For the average guy, as he enters this s/w field, the first prayer would be to get into a good technology. My opinion is also that a better technology is more important than a better company… atleast as a fresher as it is the foundation. Some have the choice to specialize in a technology… and if you are building enterprise applications the .Net Vs J2EE battle is happening for you as well!

So here we go, .Net and J2EE are two platforms that facilitate developing enterprise and web applications for business like finance, retail, science etc. These two ‘equally powered’ platforms are pitched against each other in cold war, .Net being Microsoft’s contender to the Sun’s Open Source. From a common man’s perspective, .Net sounds like a hi-fi technology, and being a Microsoft product looks hightly seductive. Its true that the .Net is very glamorous, easy and fast to go, fun as well. J2EE is based on uncle Java, looks a tad older but millions of ‘open Source’ guys have added a lot of wisdom into it. So what do I go for? Which technology is better? What is the future?

First let me list the key differences between Mr.Net and Mr J2EE: .Net is a Microsoft product. Thats it. Its professional, its expensive. Its productive. It lives in the microsoft street. So what? You need to buy it. You need to keep buying microsoft products. Microsoft means business. J2EE is the big daddy, and the older platform. Its tried, its tested, its getting better. You can download it online, you can learn it online, you can run it everywhere, you can save pocket money, you can buy wine for every visitor.

Getting confused??? So first distinction, if you are a rich guy, get a mercedes, get a .Net, keep spending more. You will live in high prestige, you journey will be silky smooth. If you are poor or a bit greedy, go to the nearest trash, pick up a J2EE, profit is theoretically infinity, i.e. zero investment – n profit. Your journey will not be air conditioned, sweat it out, but still you will reach the destination.

Here comes the second distinction. Now i am a hardcore programmer. I dont play with toys. I need action. I need a manual transmission ferrari V8 and not the automatic toyota priyus for girls. I know its hard, but thats where job satisfaction comes it. How do you like to program??? play with the mice or hit 106 keys a minute. If you are the nerdy guy, you would like the J2EE. It looks monsterous to you with a plenty of action stuff you can download for free. You love the command line more than those cutie icons. You start speaking about ajax, ruby on rails, hibernate and apache even on friday nights. The J2EE gives more programming satisfaction, while the .Net gives you more status.

Initially i tended to gravitate towards .Net, it looked fast and easy. It is indeed. And, J2EE looked like a beggars plate… But i wanted to do things with more passion, GNU & Open Source all exists on this passion… I recall a quote: ‘Windows thinks you are so stupid that you can never make a mistake, Unix thinks you are more intelligent, that you easily make mistakes’. I wanted to be intelligent… even if its the hard way.