May 24, 2007 § 1 Comment
McJob [according to Oxford English Dictionary] :- An unstimulating low-paid job with few prospects, especially one created by the expansion of the service sector!
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May 19, 2007 § 6 Comments
This year has been good to me, for reasons more than one. I think I could say that the earlier post is a major contribution to the hit-year factor, as I’m probably getting more nutty about it! Anyway, I guess I shouldn’t talk any more of that. My love life [whatever little or more of it is!] is the last thing that’d fancy you! I’m not too sure, but some of you might just have been observant enough to notice in me some change of attitude towards life in general. I wish I had an explanation, but I find myself incapacitated. It would have been easier if I could just say that people change, but inside I think I know that’s probably not it. Hmmm…
Anyway, traveling by Rajdhani trains in this country is so much fun. Firstly, they are fast! Fast by Indian standards! And I’m still that anxious kid who’d stand on the door of the coach while the train’s moving fast enough, or take the window seat wherever possible, and have a faster pulse as the engine pulls and you accelerate! Speed thrills me. A lot. Actually I could say I’ve had some form of surrogate relationship with the railways, considering the kind of time I have spent using its services as a kid, and no plans to draw the curtains on the fancy yet! Secondly, that I was on the one that goes to Bangalore, and hence was populated mostly by South-Indians, didn’t exactly ruin my trip. You don’t have the kind of time to think of the company you are in, if the caterers keep you occupied with food and drinks and snacks and tea and juices and soups like all the time you are awake [they’re courteous enough to wake you up if you are napping and its a meal time]! And I derive a lot of sadistic pleasure in the fact that I feed rather princely on the resources without sparing even like a single penny, unlike a lot many who I know HAVE to eat and drink and steal because they’ve fucking paid for it!
And I really-really like the idea of having adjoining blocks for the two sexes in the hostels of IIM Bangalore! I mean I’m not used to voices and physical presence of women outside my room when am changing my underwear with the door half-closed, or just casually hanging around in minimalist clothing in the wing [you know how guys live right ..blah]! I mean it could be so bloody encouraging for desperados [which like most men are] in such an (s)excitingly progressive schema of cohabitation! And it does give one pretty adventurous ideas, that how he’ll have a pretty girl out of nowhere one day and how he already has a no-sex-ban [on entry or on activity] room to himself, and how finally he’ll be using the condom he’s been carrying in his wallet for what seems like ages now and which has probably lost all its playing-it-safe features in these centuries for latex expiration, and how he’d be respected when he gets back to his people with his I-knocked-someone-there stories! IIT must have devoid us of what is for most people the natural way of life. It feels nice to see young women on the short trips to their rooms after a shower draped in just a towel [yeah, I was fucking blessed that day]! And that’s where all the stargazing stops, because all girls on campus already seem to have boyfriends, and hence you could kill yourself thinking how she must be sleeping with a guy everyday, or multiple times a day, or if she sleeps around then for all you know its multiple-guys-a-day kinda crap!
And it also stops dead thanks to this explosion of dark-skinned, impossibly ugly women on the streets and shops and offices and bus-stops and restaurants! These Kannada ladies have the fattest asses and the thickest lips and the frizziest hair and generously spotted skins and the most nauseating whiffs! IIT does not feel too bad after Bangalore!
And the language barrier! Its hard to believe this place is the IT hub of the nation! The limited conversation I can have with Bangalore’s auto-wallas consists of terms like “Oracle office Lexington Towers”, “meter se”, and “one-and-half-sir, night time sir” [night time at 8 my hairy ass!], and vice-versa! And as much I try, I just can’t make any sense out of the local dialect, unlike Punjabi which again I do not completely understand, but it sounds closer to sanity, and hence the attraction I nurture for the language and the people who speak it and for Punjabis who can speak German but not Punjabi [cuz that’s exotic for a pretty Punjabi package]!
And the traffic and pollution! Whoever brought CNG to Delhi is either dead and hence the concept with him/her, or Bangalore is being ruled by petrol/diesel mafia! Plus these local buses all have the exhaust next to the front right wheel, so they literally blow it down your throat and into your nose if you try to use any other mode of transport to overtake! I’ve already warned Dad of the chances of me coming back with Asthma or TB or allergy to any kind of smoke in two months!
The only saving grace would be the weather. Mornings here make me shiver if I’m not suitably dressed the previous night, and which seems to make no difference to me as I had started sleeping next-to naked back in Delhi, and its too early to get back to clothes if you’d just started the nudist life! There is all the sun that can be in the day, but the idea of sweating is alien, which is such a relief from Delhi’s scorching summers!
Anyway, I actually have nothing against the city or the people, cuz in ways am having fun here. I love my work, and the workplace in particular – the fast internet, the grill-sandwiches in the company cafeteria on the 10th floor, and the booze-parties in IIMB, and I also love the way Bangalore has accepted me! I already feel at home despite like five days here.
But for all I know, ‘she’ could be the reason behind this perpetual gladness. Yeah ..she could pretty well be! And I guess I shouldn’t again talk any more of that!