Back from the Blackout

Pheeww… Finally I am with a JOB


It was a happy experience. And when I got my first paycheck, I was over-joyed, over-excited, and literally I must have opened the envelope and had a look at the check for maybe 15-20 times. These are few things which make a milestone in your life. And I am sure I have failed to cherish them as much I wanted. Has to be the mood-swings I was having when I was for 7 months sitting at home.


I should have scanned my check and should have posted it here. Its idiotic, but that was how I wanted it, and forgot to do. And as soon I cashed it, I bought myself a cellphone, of which I dreamed about 2 posts below. I had thought I would turn into a workaholic. But thanks to my lethargy and stupidity, that wont be happening soon.


And I get complains that I write long stories instead of a straightforward few lines summary of what I want to convey. I know silence speaks more than words, but keeping silence and looking into the computer as it is will sure make you hypnotized and will degrade your cylindrical as well as spherical component of your eyesight. What to do? I have no sense and atleast 3-4 people call me stupid daily. So I should behave like one to maintain consistency.


As for now, I am enjoying my new born status in Patni Computers. Which has given me a good looking designation of Software Engineer and the role of better sounding Quality Assurance. When people ask outside, I say I am a software tester. To maintain consistency.

had planned to write little, and my word count is already over 300. I better stop.
And please... comments will be appreciated and no comments will yet again maintain consistency.

Editorials for the twisted souls:
On other note, I really want all of you to go through the editorial pages of the newspaper and read what the good old gentlemen have written about the affairs (i.e. of the state) I don’t get a grip of anything even remotely associated with they want to say. It just that their fluency and excellent prose catches my -4 cylindrical eyesight. And one more reason I read them, is because I feel that they have something important to say and they really do make riddles look tougher for me.


Do read.. I myself hasn't touch a newspaper for 2 months...
Maybe Sunday...

Weird Ways....!!

That day, I met an old friend of mine outside. As usual the conversation started with his complaining about how his girlfriend always starts arguments and gives him daily headache. He constantly tries to make her happy but she thwarts it by starting another argument. I tried to give my stupid advices. I have always reasoned that he should have a life of his own. And try to keep this things in a limit. Then we discussed about other things. Actually we all are confused about our priorities.

There was this girl standing nearby for quite sometime constantly talking animatedly and laughing into her phone. For as long as we stood, she was talking continuously for all the time, maybe 15 minutes or so. Now, we are not eavesdropper but she had us all ears because she was so loud. Talking certainly to her boyfriend. She disconnected after a long time but not before asking into the phone, " By the way, whats your name? ". We both couldn't control our laughter.

Late Night Blues

I have been sleeping at 2.00 am daily. Not just nowadays. This has been a habit for me and I happen to repeat it almost daily. Sleep deprivation is what I practiced from my college days. Sometimes studying. Sometimes doing nothing. I am not an exception. All my friends also have this habit of sleeping late. Because whenever I call anyone after 1 or 2 in the night, most of the calls are answered.

I wonder why we all are sacrificing our sleep even when there are no exams? Maybe we have so many things to do that the whole day is not sufficient. Even if it is sufficient we tend to keep most of the things for the night. Sleep has become secondary and we dont want to miss the valuable time instead. Either studying or on the PC or on aour beloved cellphones. With a cup of coffee to assist.

The thing we forget is that sleep deprivation may not have immediate effects. But it sure has its hazards in the long run. Headache through the day, mild acidity, reduced appetite, compulsive behavior are some of the side effects. And I am sure most of us go through all this. Let us not become insomniac zombie and allot 7-8 hrs of daily sleep everyday. The earlier, the better.

In my case, I sleep at 2 am, wake up at 10. Then again sleep at 2-3 hrs in the afternoon to offset the compensation. But anyways, studying or completing a novel is pushed to the more peaceful time of the late night. I am still trying to be normal.

Sweet Dreams

I dream of few things. And these few things are also small things. I never had the penchant for driving high end cars or owning a large villa or doing a Harward MBA or something which are literally out of bounds for us.
The things which we aim to achieve and it looks possible in the near future are termed according to me as goals. Dreams are larger than that. Most of the people might be achieving their dreams and we have many many examples. But if anyone asks me if what my dreams are, I will be spellbound for a few seconds or so. I have never sketched it out. I have set my goals but they all look farfetched even if they are ordinary.
As for dreams, Let me recount a few of wht I usually dream of in the day.

I dream of few moments of peace. I dream of buying an IPOD one day where I will upload all my favorite songs and listen it, in wht peace time I wished before.
I dream of buying a pair of new clothes every one week or two. In every color range. And that too formals. I have now aversion to casuals.
I dream of owning a new HTC cellphone. This old phone of mine is too old to carry on. Can break down any moment.
I dream of putting a high end graphics card in my PC. I m bored of the stutter and jitters of my system
I dont dream to be popular. But I do want many friends. I am lucky in this department as I hav wonderful friends.
And lastly I dream of a special friend i.e. a girl. Whom I can also call the closest friend. She need not be b'ful and smart. But shud care for me.

I am myself confused if these are dreams. All say, dreams need to be bigger. Maybe after I get all these, I wud giv a shot to dreaming big ones too.

Foggy Memories

Reading Mali Prajakta's blogs have been a fine recollection of memories of our school.

I remember little of my school. Maybe I dont have that uncanny ability to recollect the finest of memories. Well, I was the shy, introvert type of a boy all my school life. An average student who couldnt score more than 65 and always found himself in the middle rung of the class results.

I have enjoyed too. I have liked the subjects when Shaikh sir taught English or Dave Madam taught History. My favourite period was the library reading period where I can immerse myself in Hardy Boys, Nancy Friday, Shakespeare, Tinkle and even Thomas Hardy. Worst was P.T., Scouting and games. I have never been athletic and when I played I was even more pathetic.

I didnt have the knack of making many friends there. My good friends were Aditya and Nitin. Usually used to hang out with these two. They have always been with me. I have to say I had wonderful classmates. I also had a crush over a girl in my later years. But the hopes got crushed too soon on its own.

My high point?

Final results. I had my name written on the board amongst the three toppers. Ansari Momin - 86.40% It was unbelievable. Because I had never known how is it to be a topper. There were two girls above me in the list. But still, I was third and first in the boys. I remember. My fathers proud and beaming face. A hug from my mentor Shaikh sir. My friend Aditya in awe. Nitin with his 'I knew it that u can do it' kind of expression. That was a special moment.

I sorely regret not attending my annual fuction. For I was to be felicitated. And I wanted to meet my classmates and teachers.
Really, I miss you all.

A Letter on Independence Day..

My dear friends,

Today is Independence Day.
Finally another holiday. For everyone.
To us youngsters this means one more lazy morning to get up late. To housewives means another round of shopping at the heavily discounted rates at the nearby mall. In all for everyone it is another day to either have fun or snore out at home.

On other note..It is no hidden thing that today we are extensively hooked to our cell phones. We never lose a chance to type a message whatever we are doing. Be it studying, eating, walking..anything. And that to in our own shorthand extremely popular style.

Hi!! H r u??
C ya @ 5
tc :)

Mornings seem wasted if don't see our mobile flashing any unread message. And if its Valentines day or Friendship day or New Year, it has to be 15 unread, 20 or more.

For Independence Day?
Can Anyone claim to have send or received even a single message? Yes??
I am sorry, but we the youth generation don't have that spirit, or excitement of this particular day.

The thing that may sound remote to this topic is that we have lost our way amid trying to be akin to tha West. We have our ears plugged in with our iPod playing the latest songs. And even if we get a rhythm of national anthem playing somewhere, we ignore it as just another passe song. Though we stand up in theaters when this melody is played, much to annoyance of many. We stand up only because it will look ridiculous sitting at such a time. N even while standing, all are busy either twiddling their thumbs on their cellphones or scratching their bottoms.

Lines of national anthem?? God knows..
Meaning of the lines?? God knows, maybe..
When we have saluted our tricolor?? In our school.

Forget being guilty, if you are on all these things and start right away. We should know that we are the most potent force to spread awareness for anything. We should organize a flag mast in our area. Just give our Independence Day its ten minutes of our precious time by hoisting and saluting our flag as the beloved national anthem is played. If this not possible try to reach a place where such thing is happening and do a small duty for our country.

I am not saying that we should all be a diehard patriotic. All I am asking is to probe the little Indianness in you and give some recognition to our Independence Day.

May God give me the power to follow what I preach.

Thanks for reading my letter.

Jai Hind

--Aziz

Just Another Day..

The usual prop. I m just walking with beautiful sceneries folding around me. I have nothing to lose, free of all stress. The sky is my favorite indigo blue.

Suddenly moms kicks me. N I wake up. Rubbing my eyes I see that I m again back to where I had slept. Silly. My dream ended prematurely. Had no time to regale in it. I curse myself.
My day begins..

I sit on my bed. Hazy. Lazy. And think what I will do today to kill time. To hell with constructive work. I even find it hard to pass my timepass time. Bedsheet lays crumples. Brushing, bath, breakfast at my usual fast speed.

I pick up the newspaper. H1N1 virus is catching up with Mumbai. N its nearing near epidemic condition. Reached Ghatkopar. Kurla is not far away.Strangely this not even perturbs me a little.
I read every nook and corner of the newspaper. Got this scrawny habit when I was in high school. I am impatient if I fail to glance last of the pages.

Mornings are easier. Just sit in my balcony. Plug on the headphones. Paul Oakenfold. Dj Tiesto. Schiller. I have this new found attraction to trance. But still it makes my head spin in 15 minutes. Switch to Linkin Park. A nice song 'Leave out all the rest'


When my time comes, forget the wrong that I have done,
Help me leave behind some, reasons to be missed...

The sun reaches over my head. Excruciating hour begins. Job tension, results tension, unidentified tension, mysterious stress. Everything. Mom comes. Says something. Half listening to her. I have a good'ol headache.

Light lunch. Again doze off.

I wake up 1 hour later as someone is ringing my phone. The someone goes blah blah for 5 minutes. I reply his blaahs reluctantly. Time to have a happy tea hour. I make the tea myself. More tea. Elaichi. Pinch of coffee and salt. My favourite.

I turn on my PC. Someone calls me from below. Now this particular someone has a habit of callin me whenever i turn on my PC to some surfing. He must be having a strong sixth sense. I go out to hang out with my friends.

Evening. Sit in front of TV. My sisters and Mom too finish their cooking an gather around the box. Balika Vadhu. God, another halfwitted serial. Strangely my time passes with it. Ads. I sneak to my sports channel. Protests. I don't budge. More protests and warnings. Damn..... I rivet back to their channel. Actually, watching ads is also included in the serials storyline.
Then more serials. till 10.30 or so.

Tick Tock. Tick Tock. The clock too does his own timepass. I watch all of them non-plussed.
Heavy dinner. All those b4 sleep formalities. Then drifting to sleep.

Bang....I woke up with a start. My heart beating like pack of dogs pounding down a mountain trail. A nightmare. Wasted my sleep. 2.00 am. I curse myself. Close my eyes and again try to catch that beatiful morning dream. I sleep..


Dont resent me, and when u're feelin empty,
Keep me in your memory, Leave out all the rest..
Leave out all the rest.....

P.S. : Please dont follow the above lifestyle. Its injurious to your well being and may turn you into a paranoid.