5 months and 14 days later

when i entered that majestic place. Little did i know that it would completely reform me

little did i know that i'd be friends

with a yarn spinner
with a guy who sat there solving a math book
with a guy who had a swahili note written on his back
with a guy who was a genius at math
with a guy who i showed off to the first day
with a guy who well, is either the major entertainer or the entertainee

Everyone was something.
Everyone was interesting.
Everyone

Everyone helped me

be me.

Alfy
Sam
Terry
Andrew
Jerry
Vivek

this is one of those tributes. I just wanted to say kudos to all you bastards for being there for me when i needed each one of ya'll

We're all in different places now.

Some of us are in touch
Some of us dont even reply to chats.

But i truly know that all those times we spent together .. we each will cherish till we lose our breath.

Because its not only for me .. All of us changed in those 3 years.

You ate curd rice
you spoke kannada
you learnt tamil
you finally made me say "my friend and i"
you gave up non veg
you became more .. you

as i said earlier

8
151
39
11
25
33

are numbers i aint gona forget

be you dead
be you alive
be you another person now

you are part of this nostalgia that got tears down my eyes now.

ya'll mean some shit to me. and always will .

19th march 2009 is a day , i truly wont forget.

thank you .

yes, you can hit me now.

5 months and 14 days later , nostalgia found its way to me.

Codetalk

if there is 1 thing i havent written about in here .

it is the 1 thing that i love doing the most.

it is the 1 thing that i've neglected

simply because i know i'm really good at it.

simply because we're obstructed by boundaries

simply because i have no whiteboard

i write this at 1:30 . at one of the most productive times in my day . at one of the most productive times in our day.

our ?

well , theres one other person that i expect to read this post. theres one other person who is as passionate as i am. and yes i've only seen one other person.

theres a passion we share.
theres a light that burns somewhere.
theres a place we need to get to
and that place is yet to be seen too.

but get there we will
simply because we know we will
and fuck you all we say
because we know that we'll stay

we live in different place
we live in different companies
and we do different things

but somehow it seems as if there is this 1 thing that we were meant to do together

but lets keep that talk for another day.

if there is 1 thing i havent written about in here .

means that i treasure that thing the most .

but something today made me to write it .. and i think i'm gona come out and say it ..

Many people , many readers of this post might at this point of time think that i'm jsut another guy who lives his life.

but i beg to differ.

i am not just another guy
i just act like one.

simply because it aint time to tell you all who i am .
and the other part of 'our' know who i truly am .

why you may say ?

Many people, many readers of this post might at this point of time think that he is just another guy who lives his life.

but he begs to differ

he is not just another guy.
he just acts like one.

thats why i say .

--

i dont know how far before. But there was one point of time that among the people i respect , my dad showed me this line of code. This programming language that seemed to interest me .

This #
this includes
and this main()

something there .. was my calling .

something there .. was my life.

something there .. made me who i am today .

i dont really know what i saw in that but the amount of things you can do with those predefined set of statements is something truly amazing .

But there are restrictions - the boundaries we cant jump over.

we're forced into 1 way .
we're forced into a way that they claim has been perfected.
we're forced into 3d id cards
and we're forced into bad interfaces .

we already know who we're talking about.

--

What is so confusing in this ? My dad asked .

I said . "This functions aint even getting in to my head!"

today ,

its what i use the most .

Modularization is one of my most favourite concepts.

oh hell ya . code

--

I'm not sure when you got this nac of yours from

maybe its from getting the 10 Rupees and telling your dad that if there is less that 3 Rs left over , its yours .. else it'll be given back to him

today ,

thats still what you do .

Make deals

oh hell ya . Talk.

--

Encryption , cryptography and writing something thats really hard to understand have always fascinated me ..

Hell even this post is cryptographic .

But who needs to .. will know what i mean and will know whats going in mah head right now.

darn it .

i so wish i had 9840024961 and a whiteboard. an actual one.

--

screw them
screw them

we'll walk alone

and i'm sure more'll join

i'm sure that there are people who think like us . who act like us simply cause society has put hurdles on their paths too.

lets break em open.

lets talk them out of it .

or lets GOTO them to a different place.

lets start at 0

lets go to qswawdes.

maybe not now .

because now is still too early for us to GOTO and to talk .

lets start slow .

lets start patiently .

but let it be us.

like i already said

we is who we were meant to be.

--

what do you say?

nevermind_a ?

The walk out and the 7 hour tale.

So,

we start of today , expecting it to be the usual saturday .

I lazed around. Got up by 6:45 and lazed around more and finally forced myself into the bathroom by 7 for a 7:30 cab to office.

we expected 4 hours of math only to find that one of the most incompetent teachers stand in front of class before we got in.

our names he called . As i searched, i saw a happy 36 on the paper and so did the others. We got some corrections done on Zum's and Bash's paper and did the one best thing of the day.

we took my camera bag .. and walked out.

"The Walk Out"

Thus started the 7 continuous hours of bunkage. We started off sitting in the balcony of the 2nd floor block , talking , reminiscing and just listening to songs.
*click click*

Which was then followed on by a move to the 1st floor and talks about first impressions of the others and some Elaichi tea, Green Tea and some Badam Milk.

*more boredom*

Which was then followed by random moving around in the block (thanks to some 2 peoples who didnt get their IDs), stinks, laughs and more moving around

*stomach growls*

Food. Food. Food. we went.

*bad expression*

Food ? Food ? Food ? We went.

Current time - 2:00 PM ; No. Of hours bunked = 4 + 1Hr Lunch ; Next Class = POM ; Duration = 2 Hours ;

Decision?

DP: Lets go.
Kee: No.
S Kun: No.
Gugu: No.
Bash: *in the bus*
Rd: *in another world*
Zum: *in another world*

DP: Lets go.
Kee: Lets play some game na
S Kun: *starts playing with his cards*
Gugu: *Calls his brother*

DP: Coming or not, i'm going.
Kee: Hey lets play 'andhar baahar'
S Kun: Hey guys, new trick check it out *shows*
Gugu: "OK, will call you later kano. bye"

DP: meh. *sits, angry*
Kee + S Kun + Gugu: *start playing andhar baahar sitting on the floor of SAP labs*

List of games played in Next 2 hours:
Catch the card
Paper Ball Cricket
Paper Chur Chand
Dumb C
Hide from the professor whos class you just bunked

End Result: FUN.

"The 7 Hours"

--part 2 coming up--

The bunch

 Ever felt lonely ?
Ever felt New ?
Ever felt that you would love to get the hell away from a place ?

Maybe you have, maybe you havent. But i tell you - I have. And it doesnt feel nice at all.

it hurts the hell out of your mind.
it pains you all the way down to your roots.

and inccidently, no one can help you with that. You just have to find some way to get over it.

Mine, was the bunch.

Kee, Bash, rd, Cutie, Dp, Zum. The bunch, MY bunch.

Its 2 months and 11 days since i started and i feel at home at work.

Is it just me or is there an irony hidden somewhere there ? Home at work.

More like an oxymoron. But for me, i enjoy both - Irony's and Oxymorons.

Oxymorons? Meh. They're just a bunch of morons who made life for me so much simpler.

This post today is dedicated to each of those morons in my bunch.

One i cant be without confiding in.
One i cant be without being teased by
One i cant be without trying to follow what is being said
One i cant be without all the learnings
One i cant be without the silence
One i cant be without the competition.

You know who you are. You know what you mean to me. You know i care.

You guys are awesome.

There will be individual posts coming up. Till then hang on to your pant/ie(s).

A terribute

 Part 1

Today, i feel like writing this (i hope) 2 part series on a tribute that i want to give to a certain friend of mine. He's already been introduced and i dont really know what i will be able to do not knowing that in just a couple of days i will not be breathing the air with the same composition as him.

He's the second friend that i had when i started college but the first one i truly opened up to. I even remember, i was leaving to bengaluru after becoming friends with him, and i texted him a goodbye for now and said "I enjoy your company mate, hope we can be friends" and he said "Me too!!! (mind you, 3 exclamations) You're a really nice guy and  a real good help during class", i looked at that and laughed and didnt know then that it was the beginning of truly one of the best friendships of my life

I've never felt wierd around this guy.
I've never felt out of place
I've never felt that i couldnt share
I've never felt that i wanted to keep something from him
I've never felt that i want to stop listening to him
I've never felt any of the things that i thought i'd feel when i saw him
I've never felt less challenged around him
I've never felt that he's left me alone
I've never felt that me and him were never born on the same continent
I've never felt that we never shared a time zone
I've never felt that he's elder to me (bah, who cares)
I've never felt that we dont share faith
I've never not liked his music, though i say so
I've never not enjoyed his useless renditions of normal conversations .. Music'd
I've never ..

I've always felt we had a connection
I've always felt that i could be myself around him
I've always felt that i could tell him any crap though he'd close his ear
I've always felt inspired
I've always felt motivated
I've always felt challenged
I've always felt protected during the "ragging" hoaxes
I've always enjoyed his useless jokes , and yes i get them 10 minutes later
I've always hated his style of code
I've always loved his way of thinking
I've always admired his patience
I've always been calmed
I've always..

I'm sure you know who you are.

And if you readers dont know who i'm talking about .. Buzz off, you dont even know me then ! o_O

No matter how much you hate me for not giving the ball to him. "I Caught It!"