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Ahmedabad Trip - Day 2

Most of the day 2 was spent on the train. Woke up quite early (5:45) and decided to not break my practices and slept again. Woke up late and then spent the most of the time reading the Hitchhikers Ultimate guide to the Galaxy. There was some station in the afternoon where we got some Gulfis and it was my first time.

By evening, the ladies in the next bay asked us whether we would help them in offloading the luggage from the train and then they gave us some rotis. Man, Sathya atlast had some food after more than 30 hours. They were talking about how they are going for a temple and that they need to climb more than 3500 steps 108 times over a period of 2 months.

After we helped them getting the luggage out when we reached Ahmedabad, we went out to get an auto. Now Sathya was the doing all the talking - and talk he did, everything in broken hindi or broken english. Pretty soon he would have gotten a broken jaw to match with his vocabulary.

He got the driver to put on the meter, but after some time I noticed that there was no meter in the place where it was supposed to be. There was some kind of a weird meter near the the driver's seat.

The roads were pretty big and there were no traffic jams at all. We were also looking at the pretty girls - but most of them were covering their entire faces with cloth. And Sathya was getting nicely from Arul for constantly commenting and staring at the girls. I was expecting her to give him the broken face, but it was also without any incidents/accidents.

Anyway we reached the place and got down near the wrong flats. Then we called up Reena's number and then atlast reached the place. We got introduced to her aunts and uncles and cousins. We then got a room in the guest house and then when we went for dinner, it was 10pm. We got together with Bhavik (Reena's brother's friend) and went in search of some food.

There was one corner shop which had lots of chairs and lots of people sitting simply without anything to do. We  then got some pani puris and vada pav. But unfortunately vada pav wasn't available and so I had to have some other item which was some sweet/hot masala inside two pieces of pav. It was good and then we washed it down with some juice.

Sathya then wanted to do some shopping - to get some soap for washing his jeans (4 days). After that we went back to Reena's house and were told that we have to get up by 4. We both then agreed to come there by 7 and we went back to our rooms and slept.

We went back and Sathya wanted to book a air ticket to bangalore on Sunday night. So, he went to a browsing center and was sitting there for half an hour trying to book the ticket and I was outside talking to Pratheema about the things happening around here.

By 12, the shop closed and he came out telling that there was some flight from Ahmedabad to Bangalore. It takes 12 hours as it stops at Bombay. I asked him whether he saw whether tickets were available and he said "If I saw the availability I would very well have booked the tickets. I will book the tickets tomorrow only".

There are couple of things to notice in this day's events. One is the pretty obvious to the people who have read my other post. And the second one is the jeans which wasn't washed for 6 days. Well it was hanging on the window when I slept. But what happened to it is on the Day 4 post.

Ahmedabad Trip - Day 1

This is a multi-part post about our trip to Ahmedabad for Reena's marriage. It all started out by about 8:30 in the morning when we all (me, Arul Mozhi and Sathya) reached Chennai Central. We decided to have a light (light, that was a big mistake) breakfast at Saravana Bhavan. After that we got into the train (Navajeevan Express) and it started off towards Ahmedabad. We got a second class ticket and that was another mistake.

Everything went on well till it came for lunch time. We ordered lunch from the pantry and were seeing what the others were doing. Surprising not many people ordered lunch. Everyone had their own lunch. There was an old couple in out bay who took out the vessel to have the lunch. On seeing that, I said "Woah, the train will reach in 2 days right? I suddenly have a feeling that it would take a week".
The day was pretty eventless except for the really bad food, beggars and eunuchs. There are two incidents which I would like to tell here.

When you see an eunuch, you shouldn't see a eunuch. Just ignore them as if they are invisible and almost 80% of the time they don't disturb you. That is what most of the people in the train were doing. But Sathya instead sat up from the seat (side upper) and suddenly was giving attention to them. This made them to ask for Rs.10. That idiot didn't have any money with him and asked me to give. I had to give the money, all because of this Sathya. But he reasons out that if not given the money, they would insult your very badly. I do agree with it, but its better to look at it as a SEP (Someone Else's Problem).

Beggars: India is full of them and they have interesting ways to ask for alms. One common type you can see in trains are small girls having a ring - which they use it to go into and out of. They bend their body so much that most people would give money. There was a girl like that and here is what happened. She came near our bay and was doing this thing with the iron ring. Sathya was seeing this (as usual side upper) and was asked by the girl for money. He asked me to give some money to her (as he doesn't like to give money to beggers) and I said that I too don't like to. That girl was standing near him for a minute or so and then went off to the next compartment. But Sathya wasn't satisfied and asked me whether the Biriyani guy from the pantry was here. I said that I didn't know and asked why? He said that he wanted to give that girl something to send her off. He atlast made me get a packet of biriyani and had it for the girl to come. After some 20 minutes she came by (just to get off the train) and he stops her and gives her that packet.

After that I asked him, what the hell is wrong with him? He said that he was very disturbed by the girl doing such things that he wanted to do something to get her off that place and since he doesn't like to give money he got her some food. I said "Whatever you did was uncalled for. As the girl wanted only money. Even if he gives her something to eat, she is is going to go and beg. It doesn't change her. It is the same as giving her money. The end result is 'you make people lazy'. Giving money won't solve anything".

Actually the same thing happened a few hours back (he got three samosas for a begging family) but I didnt make any comment on it. But this one was the last straw. He needs to learn when to help others and how.

When the dinner came in, I found out that the biriyani was awful and had to share Arul's meals. She was really considerate enough for me to finish my part before she could have the curd. The day ended with me having to give my berth to a pregnant lady (who got a upper berth) and I had to sleep early (10PM is early for me).

One fun thing that we did was, get some 7'up My Cans and drink it up and squeeze it up and crush it so that the height gets reduced to almost 1/3. Arul was very sad to see such a tall can being converted to something like her.

Ahmedabad, here I come

I am leaving today for a wedding of a friend, Reena in Ahmedabad. I was working with her for about 6 months and those were the fun times of my first job. Infact she was the first girl programmer I know of who was good at what she does and also knew how to google for stuff and also knows about IRC.
So, we (Sathya, Arul Mozhi and me) are starting today for ahmedabad and would be back 5 days later. Apart from the marriage, the various other reasons for going there are:

1. Gujju girls are pretty. Reena has promised that we can see a lot of pretty girls in the wedding.
2. Gujarathi food is great. One cannot possibly finish an entire full meals in one go.
3. I haven't travelled more than about 500 km and have set foot only on 4 states (if you count Tamil Nadu too). This time, I would be travelling about 1800km and would be going through 2 new states.

Anyway, I wish Reena a happy married life.

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Delhi Public School girls on Traditional Day

Got this as a forward from a friend about some kind of a Traditional Day at Delhi Public School. These pics made me wonder "Oh My God. I have wasted nearly 12 years of school education". But there were some points which I noticed and would like to see if someone could give an explanation to that.

1. Why do most of the girls turn away from the camera? If they want to show of their bare back, then someone must tell the girls that they have bared the wrong side of their body.
2. Some of the pics with two girls makes me wonder whether the government legalised homosexuality?
3. There is a girl in the green saree who is in 8 pics and with a different partner(s) in each pic. Does any of the guy/girl there know that she is with so many people?
4. The girl holding the camera in the 15th pic who either must have gotten her grandmom's blouse or must have the hooks off.
5. There is a guy who is kissed by two girls. Almost every guy there is with more than one girl. How do they do it?

There are many more unanswered questions which I don't want to write down here.

Anyway, some of you must be happy to hear that 22 years of my life were wasted. If someone can help me in making the rest of my live better, do please contact me.

PS: I have a friend who has a fetish for school girls. Please don't show these pics to him.

Stop the scrap chat

Ah. Atlast Google has integrated Google Chat into Orkut. You can now chat with your friends in orkut through the intuitive Google Chat interface instead of the really stupid Scrapbook. I knew two brothers who had a contest on who would get the maximum number of scraps. So he would only chat using the scrap book and this really pissed me off.

Some people would have huge number of scraps in their scrapbook as if there were some kind of prize for it. To all those people - Grow up and use a real chat interface.

I am in Dubai? Wow!

Just now received this email. This is one of the few mails I keep receiving to srinivasan.r@gmail.com

People have weird ways to write a mail. Subject is Test mail but the person wants to borrow 20000 bucks.

This mail is atleast from a guy. I have been receiving some mail from a woman who keeps calling me chellam and asking me to take some medicine for my throat infection. Even after replying to her that I am not her chellam, I get such mails.

Let me get this straight. When GMail started, they allowed all sorts of email address with periods (.) in between. All such accounts were seperate. But later, google said that all the accounts with periods will be mapped on to the basic email address.
Eg: foo.bar.baz@gmail.com, foobar.baz@gmail.com, foo.barbaz@gmail.com all maps to foobarbaz@gmail.com

I have srinivasanr@gmail.com whereas some other person had a srinivasan.r@gmail.com. Every mail to that person keeps coming to me. I don't know whether he gets to login using his dotted email address.

Anyway to the other Srinivasan.R - please give out a new email address (preferably without period) to your friends. I am sick and tired of playing your identity on the internet.

My worst fears

This sunday morning I had a very bad dream. It is a combination of many of my fears. It all started out with me standing amongst a group of people in campus containing many high rise buildings. Then I notice that there is a board called TCS. I don't know why I am standing there - whether I work there or want to get a job.

Then there is some announcement and everybody begins to run inside the building. I am also running with all of them and atlast I caught up with a group of 2 guys and there were two other people following me. I was in some kind of a trance and was following them without even thinking what I was doing.

These two guys I was following run along all the stairs in the tallest building and kept running for atleast 5 minutes. Then they jump off the stairs to catch a rope hanging. They fail to catch it and both fall down and are in a pool of blood. I wanted to follow them, but atlast the girl gets hold of me and drags me down to a safer place.

"Safe" I thought for a moment it was, till I see that I was standing in a open type of a crude elevator (which they use to take the bricks and cement mix up the buildings). The girl I was with suddenly throws the lever and the elevator just drops off like a stone with me and the girl.

The worst part was the elevator was falling down but the altitude was rising. It was rising very fast and I can realise that I am dreaming but still my legs were shaky. After a minute or two, with a lot of effort I woke up.

After reading the post you would have realised that I am acrophobic, but I had mentioned that the dream was a combination of many of my fears. Guessing the other fears are left as an exercise to the reader.

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