<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865</id><updated>2011-11-26T07:25:08.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixes 'N' Seven</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-7733919858462864291</id><published>2011-08-30T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T11:52:18.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YE 'S' - 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;21st July,2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: World cup final, Mumbai&lt;br /&gt;We needed 6 runs to win the world cup and last down.1ball remaining and 6 runs needed. I came out in the middle. The whole stadium was impregnated with tension.  Malinga was bowling the last bowl of the match.  Malinga had a fire in his eyes. I was lil scared but was having full confidence in myself. Malinga threw the ball. I came lil forward and hit the ball high in the air. There was a fielder in the boundary, but the ball left him way behind. It’s a six. I couldn’t believe myself that I did it and won the cup for the country. Everyone ran towards me and lifted me with lots of applauds and accolades. I felt very proud of myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Rock-show, Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;I was playing a guitar in a rock show. Girls have become crazy about me, shouting my name “Murthy, I Love You” and fighting with the security personnel to come on the stage to give me a hug or probably a kiss (heights of optimism). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue:  Secunderabad Railway station&lt;br /&gt;I was in Chennai express leaving to Chennai. I stood near the door of the coach and saw everyone waving their hands to their loved ones as the train leaves the station slowly. Suddenly, what I see is a beautiful girl in black jeans and pink top with her hair fully open, running to catch the train and shouting “ MUUUUURRRRTTTTHHHHHYYYY”. “Did she… did she just shout my name?”asked to  my fellow passenger . Adding to my joy she was running to get into my coach. This reminded me of SRK and Kajol in DDLJ. Without any further delay, I leaned forward to provide her a helping hand. I got hold of her hand and pulled her in. She said “Thanks” and we were happily smiling ever after.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Murthybabu come n take arti and prasadam”. It was my grandma.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Hyderabad to attend one of the bhajans organized by my grand- parents for something I have no idea of what.   And yeah, this is what I do... “Day- Dreaming” whenever I am made to attend any of the religious stuff and trust me, I am very good at it. And btw these are my dreams which I am waiting to happen actually except the 1st one which is impossible at this stage.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My train was  at 5P.M back to Chennai. It’s been a really boring two days in Hyderabad.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I reached station at around 4.30. My train was standing on platform. I went near my coach and saw the chart (the first thing I do before boarding a train). To my disappointment there were no girls of my age in my bogie. All were either way older or oldest. I don’t understand why it always happens with me. I always share my compartment with oldest of aunties, snoring uncles and wailing infants. Yes , all the time.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The train journey was smooth and boring till 1.30 A.M. &lt;br /&gt;At around 1.30 AM, I felt very thirsty. The train stopped in a station named ‘Kavali’ near Nellore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got down to buy a bottle of water. Quenched my thirst and came back only to find out that the door of my coach was locked from inside.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to open it but in vain. There was no one around. Everyone was asleep. I ran to the other coach which was also locked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘WTF, screwed’ I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shuttling between the bogies.  Ran from S-10 to S-2 in a hoped that at least one of these bogie’s door would be open but to my dismay none was open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to panic now as the train was given signal to move. My luggage was in there.&lt;br /&gt;I ran in search of general bogie. It was in the other end of the train. I didn’t know what to do… I was also searching for emergency windows so that at least I can try getting in and face the consequences later on.  I gave up my efforts and decided to catch up the next train or something.  I was literally cursing the guy who closed the door of my bogie from inside.                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train started to move. Then suddenly in S-8, I saw a police-man doing his night patrolling I guess. I shouted out to him. Explained him whatever I could while running and literally begged him to open the door. He was lil reluctant in the starting but then I guess, he saw my cute and innocent face (that’s what Girls say :)) and opened it. The train was catching its’ pace. Finally, He opened it. I was running and somehow got into the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him. Explained him properly. And finally came back to my compartment. Was fully exhausted mentally and physically. I thought I could never make it but by God’s grace I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Never ever, I would get down at midnight again’ I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that incident I woke up at around 6AM only to find out that the train halted in a station named ‘Ponneri’ for more than an hour. It seems a goods train got derailed. So, all trains were stopped.  I was waiting near the door; (yes u heard it right, again near the door of S-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were talks going around that it will take another 2-3hrs for the trains to get clearance. I was waiting near the door. It was 7 AM then. Suddenly, out of nowhere one hand was approaching an area of mine (on which only I had access to) from behind. I made a quick move and protected myself. I looked around to find out 2 eunuchs. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I am very scared of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were asking for money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied I don’t have any “bhaiya” (stammering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were like “bhaiya kisko bola re” ( whom are you calling brother) in their typical inflection and were coming near me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them Sorry and gave them 50 bucks. Thank God they left. I had a sign of relief after that.  Seriously I tell you, now days, guys are also not safe. We can’t even travel alone in trains. God bless us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it also happened near that S-10 coach door. (I guess there was some kinda last birth connection  between us) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was losing my patience. Then I decided to catch a bus and go. So, I took my luggage and got off the train. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out and caught a bus to Chennai which was worse than train journey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As there was huge rush, I could not get a seat. That’s ok. Standing is not a problem. I can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But standing in the same place and in the same posture, not even having  space to even lift my hand and scratch my head, is something u should imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did come like that. Imagine my plight there. On top of it, sweat odor from everywhere. Was feeling suffocated.  But there was no other option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood like that for 3 and half hours . Finally, I made it Chennai somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called up my boss and took leave. Rested the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was to take shower for around 1hr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the worst journey of my life. Never even dreamt of like that in my wildest of dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: - &lt;br /&gt;1) it’s been a long time since I posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  had nothing substantial to write, so wrote something . kindly bear with me and yeah, don’t forget to leave the comment.  A good comment is appreciated even though u didn’t like it….  Hehe.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) And yeah, always carry your deodorant or perfume wherever u go. U never know when u might need it.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-7733919858462864291?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/7733919858462864291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=7733919858462864291' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/7733919858462864291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/7733919858462864291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2011/08/ye-s-10.html' title='YE &apos;S&apos; - 10'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-4586132994178234659</id><published>2011-01-28T01:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T10:48:41.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT-'A'-CLYSM</title><content type='html'>“Its July 2010 dude… we have completed 1yr in job… what do u wanna do in future?”  Vineet was asking me, Harsha and Satish. I told i wanna go for MBA as I was no more interested in Engg. Subject. And I was pretty much interested into Marketing as you get know more people and stuff. Vineet, Harsha and Satish also concurred with me and said they also wanted to go for MBA. Seriously yaar, wanna get out of this shitty job. I am not at all enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home that day and surveyed about the prospects of studying from an IIM and the kind of pay packages they get in hand. We were totally into it and started dreaming of what all stuff we can do and buy with that much money as if we have already got into IIMS and also got job offers from there. Dreaming was at its peak.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We took an oath that we would not go to any movie nor to any concert till our CAT exams were over. We took an oath to study at least 3hrs at home after coming back from the office. We started our Cat prep seriously… Started doing all quant, verbal and DI questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can assure you we didn’t watch any of the movies which got released last year …. No... not even by downloading it.  Our full concentration was on CAT. We didn’t even start watching “how I met your mother”. Trust me we don’t know how who met, God knows whose Mother. And not even 10 seasons of “FRIENDS” – twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joined the TIME test series. It was going great... We all were scoring great. As far as I am concerned, I never scored in 40’s and 50’s percentile which kept me going and in fact boosted my confidence. I filled all the application forms like MDI, IMT Ghaziabad, S.P Jain etc as I knew I can easily score 90 percentile as I was scoring in my Mock test series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, my CAT test date came. I went and wrote it calmly without any kinda tension. I attempted around 35 questions. It was good overall. Finally, as per our oath we went for the movie. Enjoyed our December like anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally new year…. Year 2011… yeah before I forget Happy new year to all…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally today, our results came… I got 99.97 percentile…. Call from all the IIMS. Almost same was the case with my friends-Harsha, Vineet and Satish. I called my parents and told them about my result. They felt very happy...  They felt very proud of me which made me proud of myself. I called and told all my friends. I was on the top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We four decided to bunk office today which we did and went to party hard. Firstly, we went for “NO ONE KILLED JESSICA”. At around 1 PM to Escape IN Express Avenue mall (which is actually the biggest mall in Chennai and also where beautiful chicks in and around Chennai hang around and the only reason why all the guys always go there). Our movie was over by 4.30 P.M we had lunch properly which we forgot to have in the sheen of excitement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime we were kinda jaded so we decided to go to Marina Beach.   As soon as we went there, we saw some foreigners were playing beach volleyball. We went up to them and joined them. They were from U.S. They came here on a tour, it seems. There were totally 3 girls and 4 guys. Trust me people; those girls were the most beautiful u must have ever seen. Milky white complexion, red lips and brownish hair. They had brown eyes. Gosh, they were beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally fell for Rose (one of the three girls in my team) not only because of her beauty but also for her name… Rose….. Rose... Wow what a name… it’s like, an electric current is passing through my body whenever I take her name. ‘Rose’… See I just got the shock again… :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started playing the game. After some time, rose asked me if I wanted to give her company as she was tired of playing and wanted to rest near the shore. I was jumping from happiness that out of all people she asked me… Although, I didn’t show any of my emotions. I winked  at my friends and went with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and sat near the shore pretty much close to each other… we were seeing the sunset.  After spending some time together, my heart was cajoling me to ask her out. I wanted to but I was lil scared. But I had to do it as if not now, I can’t do it ever.&lt;br /&gt; I took a deep breath and asked her out.  “Rose, I love you” I am totally lost in you. I can’t imagine any other girl other than you” &lt;br /&gt;She seems to be very happy. She said” you are so sweet” and was about to tell something when suddenly, I couldn’t hear her… her lips were moving but I couldn’t hear her voice. &lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, one slap from her. I was thinking “what the fuck is happening”?&lt;br /&gt;She threw some water on me and was telling me in slow motion…                                                  &lt;br /&gt;  “ waaaaaaaaaaakkkkke  uuuuuuuuppppppppppppppp” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What' I said? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She again said “waaaaaaaaaaaakkkke  uuuuuuupppppppp” and again threw water on me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke from my sleep. It was my roommate who started throwing water on me…&lt;br /&gt;Wake up dude, wake up… its 7 AM. Today CAT results are coming. Get ready to see your results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like “What… we already got our results yesterday rite?? Btw what am I doing here? Where is Rose”???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satish was confused and told” Dude u must have had a dream? And btw who is Rose? “Asked with a sardonic smile….&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit… It was just a dream… just a dream…. Shit man…&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and got ready by 8AM. Then four of us sat down to see our results. &lt;br /&gt;First, Sriharsha- 92.75 percentile&lt;br /&gt;Then, Satish – 93.5 percentile.&lt;br /&gt;Then Vineet- 97.5 percentile.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I saw mine and was devastated. I got 90.15 percentile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All four of us were screwed... No one got calls from any of the IIMS… Screwed really…. We wouldn’t even get calls from other institutes as we didn’t apply to any... Thanks to T.I.M.E for boosting up our morale…&lt;br /&gt;We all should have stuck to our oaths… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiiiiiiiiittttt…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We calmly went to our office without speaking of anything about CAT. I was disappointed about CAT but more than that I was missing “ROSE”….&lt;br /&gt;God Damn…. Shit maaaannnn….. 1 more year in the company…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:  All my fours friends’ names are real and have not been changed in spite of their request.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-4586132994178234659?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/4586132994178234659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=4586132994178234659' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/4586132994178234659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/4586132994178234659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2011/01/cat-clysm.html' title='CAT-&apos;A&apos;-CLYSM'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-7237450192362836374</id><published>2010-08-21T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T06:35:01.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Humorous Post ever written in Blog History</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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&lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-priority:99; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin-top:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-right:0cm; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; 	mso-para-margin-left:0cm; 	line-height:115%; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:11.0pt; 	font-family:"Trebuchet MS","sans-serif"; 	mso-ansi-language:EN-US; 	mso-fareast-language:EN-US;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;First of all!!! a big "HIIIII" to everyone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It has been a long time since, my last post was posted. I wanted to write but there had been a series of events which bamboozled me and put me in a state of comatose and moreover no net connection. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now, that I am stable (not that I was delirious) and acclimated and on top of it, a high speed net connection would like to pen in the series of fortuitous events which happened in a span of 3 days. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;So 'guy’s n gals' fasten your seat belts to have a roller coaster ride to venture into my weird world.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;BTW, I AM VERY SORRY ABOUT THE POST TITLE. I LIED….&lt;span style=""&gt;  :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To start with: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FACTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;1.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s true that we, residents of PETRONIWAS (our bungalow) have avowed to our house owner that we (8 out of 8) will be vacating the house by July end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;2. It is indeed, true that I forgot my mobile in my jeans and put it in washing machine for surf excel wash.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;3. Our house owner is an avaricious guy. God bless his tenants!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INFERENCES&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;1. Yes, u got it right. It was the end of the July month and we didn't search of any of the houses and that means we are literally on roads.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;2. That means, we are “SCREWED”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;3. About my mobile, yeah, it has become clean, not even single dirt on it. Seriously, Surf excel works. And regarding the working part, you will get to know eventually.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29th July 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Around 6pm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We were all sitting in one room and discussing the possible options. We even tried to abjure our owner to let us stay in the house for 2-3days ,so that we could find a place to live in. But Thanks to his greedy nature, he rejected our plea saying that the other party is gonna occupy from 1st and they had paid the advance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We had no other options, Thanks to our laziness of finding houses. Trust me; I am sure majority of the guys hate it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Everyone was trying to connect to some or the other broker, trying their level best to get some kinda relief from somewhere. Even I was trying to call some of my office friends to ask them if it's possible for some of us to stay with them for 2-3days. I was trying to call my office friend but the call used to get connected to someone else. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I tried calling my Office friend but it went to my roommate Vineet and imagine we talking over the phone staying in the same room. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I again called but this time it went to someone else. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;On this, Vineet was telling me to keep on tryin so that we can get a girl's number at least. we were laughing but deep inside everyone was cogitating.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;30th July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Today, we all went to office feeling somnolent as we didn't sleep the whole night thinking of all the possibilities. we had to vacate the house the next day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Thankfully, our colleagues have come to our rescue. eight of us divided in 4groups and planned to stay in some of our colleagues houses but the bunglow matter didn't close yet.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Our house owner gave us half of the advance ammount which he took from us in the starting, which he said he has cut it for some maintenances and other crap. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Seriously, we were cursing the person who started the advance system. People like him would eat away all the amount. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In the mean time we were talkin to all brokers and lookin into the house matter. As usual my great phone was connecting me to different varieties of people ranging from old people to children except the number which I wanted to reach. And also it took great care, not to connect me to any unknown number of a girl also.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Damn!! my God damn phone...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31st July----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Finally the day has come. We had to vacate by evening. We took leave from office shifted our base to our friends house bidding adieu to our beautiful bunglow. In the afternoon, we were again trying to call brokers. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;This time i wanted to try out from my phone for the last time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I called!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Ring was goin on.... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;i was praying... Please God! Not this time please...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Suddenly, someone lifted the call....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was a lady's voice....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oh God not again....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;But this time guess it was destined. The lady, who picked up, was also looking out for tenants and then what, in no time we were in her house. We liked the house. Paid the advance and were quite relieved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But the day didn't end there...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In the evening, when everything was over, we went for a movie to feel good again. We went for "INCEPTION" in PVR. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In the interval, I came out of the theatre to have a drink for myself. i was feeling good that finally we got a house but my mind was preoccupied with something don't know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I went inside the theatre and took my seat. It was more than 5min over but the movie was not starting. some Tamil movie trailers were goin on. Then, suddenly a beautiful girl comes near me and says “Excuse Me”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Me, in style after looking her.—“Yes” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She was wearing Black gown with black stilettos (That’s what it is called I guess) with a comely appearance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Her –-- "you are sitting in my seat". &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I checked my ticket and told her that it was my seat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She saw my ticket and told me that I had come in the wrong theatre. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Then, I looked around. None of my friends were there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Shit!! I came in screen 3 instead of screen 4. And those were not Tamil trailers. That was actually a Tamil movie being screened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;She started smiling at my unfortunate circumstance.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I told her sorry and ran towards the exit repenting -why the hell didn’t I book for this Tamil movie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I came out and went in the screen 4 and this time i was careful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I took my seat. Was relieved seeing my friends around. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When I told what happened during interval, everyone couldn't control their laughter. Even the ones who were waitin for the local were smiling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Goddamn!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Went home i.e. my friends house, and slept well after three long days. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The next day we shifted to our house. But the worst part was, we spent we spent almost the whole of salary for the advance and other settlements.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It was just the starting of the month and we were out of money. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The whole month we ate in dhabas saving each penny and didn't even hit malls till today. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Eagerly waiting, for our next month's salary, to start living properly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Seriously those 3days were horrible...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now when I look back, I think everything happens for good only.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S:&lt;/span&gt;- 1. Till now i didn't have my call connected to a girl. It is still uncles and aunties pickin up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;"God! MERA NO. KAB AAYEGA".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;2. Next time, anyone by mistake goes in other theatre, make sure u don't tell anyone... Otherwise u r screwed like me...Now, i double-check whenever I go for any movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;3. Washing your phone in washing machine (with Surf Excel) removes not only dirt on it but also its inside memory. Don’t know about other washing powders. Just try out….&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;" lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;span style=""&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-7237450192362836374?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/7237450192362836374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=7237450192362836374' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/7237450192362836374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/7237450192362836374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2010/08/most-humorous-post-ever-written-in-blog.html' title='The Most Humorous Post ever written in Blog History'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-8752768261663357799</id><published>2010-04-17T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:23:00.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple a Day keeps All Your Worries Away</title><content type='html'>In MY Office,&lt;br /&gt;Chennai,&lt;br /&gt;Around 3PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was in a meeting room attending a so called "MEETING" with my seniors and colleagues. I was not at all present in the office today, the whole day, Mentally. &lt;br /&gt;I was lost deep in my pensive thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior was telling something but nothing was going into my head.... I was sad, don't know why.... I was not able to concentrate anywhere or to anything nor was I talking to anyone. was quite the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why am i sad today?? what has happened to me?? why am I so frustrated  today? ". I was not able to figure out  answers for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What was I and see what have you become today? "talking to myself like a soliloquist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school and college days were good in fact awesome... I had loads of fun, Masti and action in my life. No responsibilities and no worries... lots of happiness and yeah, of-course Academic pressure which, now I feel was fun... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of night-outs with flasks and flasks of Tea and Coffee gulping down... I remember,in my school days,  my Mom used to stay awake the whole night during my exams and keeping an eye on me and waking me up whenever I was somnolent. I have to agree My mom did more of hardwork than me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where have those days gone?? Why have days moved so fast? why  don't I  want to go to office everyday ? Why am I not liking this corporate world ?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, In my school days, we used to go to school no matter what. We wanted to to attend classes not because of the subjects i guess, but merely because of friends , with the thought of having fun in class and yeah of-course to meet 'GIRLS'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the lectures were boring , we used to make it interesting with our Book-Crickets,Gossips,Chit-chatting etc..etc... And yeah, how can I forget about the long chatting session over the phone after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No... Not with the girls... With Sudhan and Ankit, about girls,making strategies,thinking of pranks etc..etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: This doesn't mean there is something wrong with us... We are very much straight ...It's just we are the best of buddies hanging around..  :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in college, we used to bunk classes and assemble in someone or the other's room and do some random stuff. We used to be there only the whole day ... Together...having loads of fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now life has changed... People have become busy... All are in their own world... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say , we have grown up... we have great responsibilities now... People have become Career orientive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, I have got all kinds of freedom , earning and spending my own money, I feel I am Devitalized. &lt;br /&gt;Life has become Monotonous or you can say mechanical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wish ,I had a TIME_MACHINE... i could have gone back to the  golden era of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Now , i know why people say "school and college days are the golden period of anyone's life".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cribbing the whole day until I came home and had a glass of lassi and an Apple ,which took away all my worries,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chilled and was feeling exhilarated  now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing at myself for that whole episode in that office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, sometimes we feel low for no reasons.. You keep on cribbing for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people say" AN IDLE MIND IS A DEVIL'S WORKSHOP". I guess that was the case.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am relieved... Very happy with my life with the way it is....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, trust me guys... I have become responsible even though li'l childish at Heart... I don't mind being like that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a Wonderful day tomorrow with loads of work and fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry everyone, for bugging you all... Venting out my today's frustration... &lt;br /&gt;I felt like penning it down, so, I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S- I appreciate you all for reading  the whole episode patiently  and wasting your precious time..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i am signig off now....&lt;br /&gt;Ciao-nara..&lt;br /&gt;Shaba khair,&lt;br /&gt;Good Night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will catch you all in my next post....&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-8752768261663357799?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/8752768261663357799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=8752768261663357799' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/8752768261663357799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/8752768261663357799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2010/04/apple-day-keeps-all-your-worries-away.html' title='An Apple a Day keeps All Your Worries Away'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-1761330495469833144</id><published>2010-01-21T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:46:19.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tere Mere "BEACH " Main</title><content type='html'>22nd Nov, &lt;br /&gt;veidis Andhra Restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Chennai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmm... hmmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad man... not even good though.&lt;br /&gt;But it's very spicy. I wonder how people can eat so much spice here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsha- Dude it's not that spicy... C’mon you don't appreciate any food given to you. Basically you don't have good taste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- I am connoisseur of good Food not any food buddy... why wouldn't I appreciate if it's good...I should say I am a Gourmet…( Learnt this word in the morning so wanted to spit it out… more kinda showing off you can say…)&lt;br /&gt;Never mind....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having our lunch sedately when suddenly out of nowhere it started raining heavily... totally unpredictable... &lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, a weird idea popped up in my mind as usual which generally none of my friends appreciate but I love doing that stuff... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Dude, hmmm...it's raining heavily outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsha- Yeah, by God's grace I also have eyes. Even I can see it man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;    No, the thing is, I was wondering if we could go to beach now... It would be fun in heavy rain... there would be high tides... What say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I guess Sun must have risen from the west… for the first time my weird idea was appreciated…&lt;br /&gt;Ohh… Wait a min… sun didn’t rise at all today… how it can rise from west…. Never mind…. Thank God… this conversation was taking place in my Head…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished our lunch in the Andhra Restaurant and decided to catch an auto till Besant Nagar beach…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached our destination at around 2PM. We got down from the auto and I in a hurry to showcase my TAMIL Talent ended up hiding my face behind Harsha… &lt;br /&gt;Now, you must be wondering what might have happened in the crime scene… will tell ya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting down from the auto I asked driver “Enna Da” instead of “Evlo”…. He stared at me in astonishment…. I again asked him “Enna Da”… I don’t know why he was getting angry… &lt;br /&gt;Then,Harsha handled the situation, paid him and sent him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I understood why he was turning Red. It seems I was asking him “What’s up  dude”. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine auto-wala’s plight… travelled in his auto so far and after getting down from the auto instead of asking “how much”… I have asked him “wassup!! dude?” I can understand his anger now…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways getting back to subject…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started walking towards the beach… In the mean time the rain started falling more heavily…The sky was sullen…&lt;br /&gt;We were completely drenched by the time we reached the beach in spite of having umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tides were very high…&lt;br /&gt;Heavy rain… &lt;br /&gt;Completely drenched…. &lt;br /&gt;It was very Romantic … Trust Me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling miserable … coming to a place like this with a guy and that too in this kinda romantic weather… &lt;br /&gt;Never had to face this kind of situation ever in my wildest of dreams also… The same thing was going on his mind also…&lt;br /&gt;We were cursing each other…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding to our misery was the presence of only couples sharing umbrellas… Seeing that we felt a lil awkward… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thank God... Two of us were having our own individual umbrellas… didn’t have to share that in that place at that time… &lt;br /&gt;If that would have been the case, it would have been distrastrous for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat there maintaining some distance and went into our own thoughts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was totally lost in the tides and the rain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many poets and writers have written about rains, beaches etc…  I used to wonder what is so special about beaches and stuff….. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand the beauty of it…. It was so romantic that I became nostalgic thinking of my school days and college days especially thinking of the long list of crushes I had…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was also remembering the kinda fun I had in both school and college life… It was very lively then… and now my life has become monotonous after joining the job but we have our equal share of fun though now also…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously people, schooldays and college days are indeed the golden moments of our lives which cherish our memories even when we grow old. So, guys enjoy each and every moment of your school and college life to the fullest extent.&lt;br /&gt;I guess enough of enough of speech given... Now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the scene… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent around 2hrs there simply sitting and capturing the beauty of the scene in our minds. &lt;br /&gt;At around 4.30PM, we went to the Barista café nearby … We entered the café and captured the table next to 2 foreign girls who were incredibly beautiful with blue eyes … &lt;br /&gt;We were wagging our tails after looking them… We couldn’t take our eyes off them… Both were so beautiful…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsha – Dude, whom do u like out of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- I don’t mind anyone buddy… both of them are beautiful…...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsha- Ok, then … get ready for attack...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got up started walking towards their table when tragedy again struck and in the mid-way we had to change our directions towards the restrooms… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘2 GUYS JOINED THEM and I guess they were their Boyfriends’… &lt;br /&gt;We forcefully used the restroom and came back to our table… finished our coffees and came out…. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 5.30PM now... We were completely exausted... I was feeling sleepy... We decided to head back to home... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some stuff on the way...  Caught a bus till guindy... and next an auto till my place and this time .. trust me ,I did ask "evlo"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Auto wala was as happy as before... :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-1761330495469833144?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/1761330495469833144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=1761330495469833144' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/1761330495469833144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/1761330495469833144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2010/01/22nd-nov-veidis-andhra-restaurant.html' title='Tere Mere &quot;BEACH &quot; Main'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-4716118777974642033</id><published>2009-11-14T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T23:46:44.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYE, Me &amp; Myself</title><content type='html'>5th November&lt;br /&gt;7.30 A.M, Chennai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up as usual in the morning to get ready for office. Went in the bathroom to brush my teeth but then, I was appalled by the sight which I generally used to see in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy shit, &lt;br /&gt;Its swollen, &lt;br /&gt;Oh MY God It has become black"&lt;br /&gt;talking to myself like a soliloquist looking into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out in horror. I was really scared .&lt;br /&gt;"Is this a real one, can't be. It was in my dreams as far as I remember" thinking deeply.&lt;br /&gt;I went back and saw it clearly. No... Its real.&lt;br /&gt;Again going back into my thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;"But how can it be possible. SALMAN KHAN did Hit me but that was in my dreams not in real...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started praying to God " God, please!! make my eye as good as before.. I promise I won't Kiss KATRINA KAIF again without Salman's permission neither in my dreams nor in real life if I ever happen to get a chance also .. never .. ever... I promise "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started paining like anything now. &lt;br /&gt;I tried  waking up my room-mate. But as usual he was still sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;Then, I again tried waking him up but this time harder. He woke up and was suddenly affrighted after seeing my face right in front of his. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell has happened to your eye"? asked my room-mate really in a state of shock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's swollen and its hurting me a lot man"... trying to open my eye fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed my condition to all my house-mates and as expected all were horrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started to make fun of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He must have tried to hit on a girl who has a boyfriend I guess.. that's why this black eye" said one of my house mate and all started to laugh just to make the situation lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, they asked me not to come to office like this and have my eye checked with a good doctor in city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took leave that day. I took rest in home. My eye condition worsened by afternoon. The swelling was more. I could hardly open my eye and water was continuously flowing out of my eye and on top of it i couldn't bare the pain anymore. &lt;br /&gt;I was feeling as if something was eating my eye from inside. &lt;br /&gt;I started having head-ache. &lt;br /&gt;Trust me, this was a like a 3rd degree torture to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took an appointment and consulted an eye specialist. &lt;br /&gt;There was a pus formation in my eye it seems. &lt;br /&gt;The reason for this is my Body Heat( Oh My God, I am so HOT)and  change in climate.  &lt;br /&gt;He asked me to have lots of butter milk and gave me some pain-killers and tablets to gulp it down the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the pain-killer and the tablets and rested . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 days, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole pus came out and my eye came back to its normal shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me guys... I have been through hell those 3days. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, after that suffering my happiness had no limits. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I could empathize Gandhiji's feelings after freeing INDIA from British after going through so much of suffering...(lol.. weird comparison but still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to office that day. All of my colleagues in fact friends came near my cubicle just to  see my eye. They all surrounded my cubicle as if i am a circus clown doing a performance in the office.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing them all of the other officers got suspicious and they also came to see me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though it was crowded I liked it. Trust me guys, I was feeling great in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate my happiness, we all went for the movie"Ajab Prem Ki Gajab Kahani" that day even though it was raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were completely drenched while we reached the theatre. We all were literally shivering while watching it but was worth it... Had a great adventure on the way of reaching theatre. Probably i would write about it in my next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But,in short I celebrated my happiness properly. Had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact  I have learnt 2 most important things from my suffering :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Have butter milk everyday to cool your body to fit yourselves into the Chennai Climate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Never ever hit on or flirt with a girl without knowing whether she has a boy-friend or an elder brother.&lt;br /&gt;   No...no... Not even in your dreams... &lt;br /&gt;   If then also you want to.. take their permission first............   :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-4716118777974642033?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/4716118777974642033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=4716118777974642033' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/4716118777974642033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/4716118777974642033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2009/11/eye-me-myself.html' title='EYE, Me &amp; Myself'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-6277080322941035875</id><published>2009-10-31T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:16:27.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Flight Experience (actually 3rd)</title><content type='html'>Venue : My Uncle's House, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God, its 8.30A.M and my Flight to Chennai is at 10A.M and it takes around 1Hr minimum to reach airport.&lt;br /&gt;Me : Mamaji how are we gonna make it ?  It's very late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaji : Tension nahi leneka... Main Hoon Na... Why have a fear when I am here!! We will Reach there by 9.30. Don't Worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, God finally, reached Airport alive :)...  Mamaji drove across so fast that  even John Abraham would have felt ashamed of himself driving so slowly in 'DHOOM'. Definitely, John would have thought of taking driving classes from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was he thinking ? He was Driving as if he is the Godfather of  Michael Schumacher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminded me of Trinity carrying the Key Maker on her bike and wading through the traffic in Matrix. Certainly  now I could empathize his feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i was doing was Chanting all the God's Names present in this world so that at-least one would save me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped me and left. I was little tensed and nervous as I was traveling by flight after a long long time. I remember last time I boarded a flight was in my 8th Standard  from Bombay(Oops, its MUM+BAI now) to Baroda .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adding my nervousness is that I forgot my Mobile in my Mama's house. Again trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went in. I went near the counter and stood in the queue. Then, I suddenly remembered that i have to  have my luggage scanned . Scanned my luggage and came back to the counter.. It was almost 9.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two People ahead of me. Time was running out. &lt;br /&gt;To my horror, my name was being announced . It made me more tensed. I  Took  my ticket by 9.50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have two more security checks to go as I have a lap-top with me.&lt;br /&gt;I was literally running around the whole of airport. People there must have by now recognized that I was the one whose name was being announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my last security check and there was a final announcement for me.&lt;br /&gt;I literally ran towards the gate to catch the bus. There was a bus specially for me to take me to the flight. I was feeling good. Special bus service for me. Trust me it feels good in fact great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I came near the plane to board. I guess I was the last person to board and the feeling that the whole plane was waiting for me was putting me on cloud 9(don't know how many layers of cloud are there but still).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I went in the plane all the passengers were looking at me as if I was an Alien-have come from different planet or as if I am a notorious criminal. I went in to find my seat and to my astonishment I got a seat between two beautiful ladies(6-7yrs elder to me I guess but its OK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I couldn't have asked for more. All the hurdles which I have faced in the airport is worth it. It was like a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you God... I love you very very much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my right was from Texas,US who came to India on business trip and to my left was from Chennai only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot to mention about the air-hostesses. Guys believe me they were pretty beautiful. I was feeling as if I was in Heaven surrounded by beautiful ladies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my own dreamland. The Texas lady and myself took the place of Shahrukh and Kajol and started singing a romantic song " Tujhe Dekha to ye jana sanam..." from 'Dilwale Dulhaniya le Jaayenge' and the beautiful air hostesses at the backround... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, suddenly coming out of my dreamland I asked her name and why was she in India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told her name and told me about her business trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then what, BINGO.. our chat started. She asked me about my whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly during the chat, our flight took a turn and I got frightened. I just held her hand and our eyes met.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I fell deeeeeeep into her eyes and started singing "Kuch Kuch Hota Hain" suddenly realising that I was day dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she told me about her husband and her daughter(there goes my heart into the water,ruining  my dreams). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I maintained distance and we chatted the whole journey and  Felt amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have become International now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally our destination arrived. She took my e-mail Id and hugged me  ( Again a song at the background). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid her adieu and took a Taxi and went to my Guest House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the most memorable journey of my life I guess till date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was my joining date in the company. So took rest the whole day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-6277080322941035875?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/6277080322941035875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=6277080322941035875' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/6277080322941035875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/6277080322941035875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2009/10/flight-fantasy.html' title='My 1st Flight Experience (actually 3rd)'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-6488340425133641398</id><published>2009-10-20T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T07:18:36.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitchen  Horror..</title><content type='html'>"I love u very much.Will do anything for u.. bring stars or moon whatever u say my dear"&lt;br /&gt;Priyanka...&lt;br /&gt;you are my Life..&lt;br /&gt;we will cut an apple together with a Knife, &lt;br /&gt;The truth is, u r far better than Katrina Kaif..&lt;br /&gt;even I am a better fielder than Mohammad Kaif..&lt;br /&gt;so tell me will u become my WIFE??? " proposed her with a Ring.(Wah Wah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priyanka: "wake up Murthybabu"&lt;br /&gt;I was puzzled.. what is she saying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly water splashed on my face and i woke up... &lt;br /&gt;It was my Mom- "wake up Murthybabu... its 11 A.M... By The Way Who is this Priyanka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  who Maaa... rubbing my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Priyanka!!! don't u remember? u were just proposing her... who is this         girl?(looking suspiciously as if she is ready to eat me up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :   Maaa... its Priyanka Chopra the movie actress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Seriously you are good for nothing... I wonder how did u get a job. Did u actually see your name in the selected student's list?(smiling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college was over finally after lot of fun and yeah struggle, u can say.. seriously everyone should agree that those were the best of days anyone can have in their lifetime.. golden days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My date of joining the company was one and half month later...&lt;br /&gt;My parents were pestering me to joining a gym and build up some body as I have become very thin after having  such a delicious food in college mess for almost 4yrs which had no salt, no spice,Dal's and even sambhar contained  mostly water and that too mineral water(the only savior). That's it. Trust me, the food used to be delicious :)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I agreed to go to the gym from the evening...&lt;br /&gt;In the Mean time my Mother asked me to learn so called "COOKING"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Maaa Me and Cooking!!! No Way !! &lt;br /&gt;    You have given me birth to eat and flourish Maaa, not to cook... Did u forget!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom : Shut up!! Talking too much huh.. look at Ankit.. He knows everything...And moreover my future Daughter-in-law would love me for having you taught COOKING.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh By the Way Ankit Srivastav is my best of friends -a tall, dark, handsome(?) guy and Intelligent(at least the GENT part is correct). I Hate him when my MOM belittles me and praises him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the kitchen scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obliged and agreed to cut vegetables first. I took the knife in my hand to cut the vegetables but it looked as if I am ready to murder them in that posture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the vegetables to be cut were kept on the table.I had this feeling after seeing them that they were having a conversation within them " Is this the person who is gonna cut us today? Sounding pretty excited."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started cutting the vegetables one by one..aloooo, tomato...etc..&lt;br /&gt;At last came onion and cucumber.. I peeled of their outer cover first and then started cutting them into pieces when i heard onion Cursing me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing.. Are You cutting us or hurting us?&lt;br /&gt;we know that you want to cut us and fry,&lt;br /&gt;but i assure you the moment u cut me, I will make you cry.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Wah Wah.. praising its poetry,then suddenly realizing that I am Hallucinating . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Done with cutting" I felt but I could again hear some voices from the plates.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if onion and cucumber were making fun of me in front of others by saying "This guy is good for nothing. Can't even undress us properly ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was done with the cutting part and went for cooking them under my mom's guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my horror, food was pretty tasty... The road side dog was eating properly.. It had a Delicious lunch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I suck at Cooking.. Not my cup of tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only good in eating not making. My whole vacation was over by just eating and sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-6488340425133641398?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/6488340425133641398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=6488340425133641398' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/6488340425133641398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/6488340425133641398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-to-corporate-life-contd.html' title='Kitchen  Horror..'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893169592641222865.post-3592327519921900764</id><published>2009-10-18T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:33:03.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the corporate life</title><content type='html'>College Interview 14 feb 2009...&lt;br /&gt;Venue : National Institute Of Warangal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for my turn for interview fully tensed after going through the stringent selection procedure of written test and GD....A damn "DO or DIE" situation for me... Around  half an hour left for my turn... my heart was pumping rigorously, knees were shaking hard guess what, place a glass full of curd over it, you can have easily have instant LASSI. I was literally frustrated waiting for long and getting rejected in some... More  so  when some of ur close friends are placed and u r left behind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover adding to my misery, it was a valentine day... everyone were out there enjoying their dates with their girls  and  here i was having a date with the company ... believe me it sucks man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd candidate has come out...  I was fifth... I was asking everyone what are they asking about in the interview... All of them had a  common question "what constructive thing did u do in your 4yrs coll life??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lost in that question... "Did i do anything constructive in these 4yrs"... except studies i did everything especially food stuff .. almost covered the whole of Warangal and Hyderabad restaurants... tried everything even if  its bizarre ... accompanying me in my  whole crime scene throughout was Gururaj (now in US)... epecially if there was a buffet system ,we used to starve ourselves the whole day and hog like pigs in the evening like we have never seen food in our whole lives...fully utilising  whatever we have spent..actually more than that... finally  there was a time when restaurants used to have a buffet system but was not applicable to us( actually lil exaggerated)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My turn for the interview came....&lt;br /&gt;Went in and greeted with a firm handshake( the only thing learnt from my profs that it shows your confidence level)... But his was a knuckle crunching one... (ouch... i guess that's why people used to say to have a great body man... now i understand...) but i don't mind as long as they gimme a job in their company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : " Tell us about yourselves?"&lt;br /&gt;Typical question asked by any interviewer..&lt;br /&gt;Me : Sir, I am G.S.Narsimha Murthy, Metallurgical &amp; Materials Engg....&lt;br /&gt;        Did my schooling from so and so... then came straight away to a point to impress them about my leadership and team building activities citing examples which was very much exaggerated as usual done by any individuals to get a job by hook or by crook...believe me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer: "tell us about your hobbies?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hearing this i was in my own thoughts... do i have a particular hobby?? ohh yeah i do ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books(kinda allergic), playing T.T(lost to an 8th standard student) ,Lawn Tennis(hit a sixer in that),Listening Music(all dogs bark the same), Photography(though haven't taken any pic), Playing Guitar(stopped after breaking the strings of my friends guitar after playing for the first time whose price  i am still paying him in EMI's..)&lt;br /&gt;No No way... i am not gonna say that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I told the answer which is mostly expected by the interview and which impresses them... something constructive... there i score a point....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then for almost half an hour they went on with the  technical stuff which i am not gonna write here and evade u from reading my blog....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at the end of the interview they asked me something which puzzled me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : So finally Murthy.. do u have a girl friend( as today was a valentine day)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my thoughts... yup I do...  no wait..was she my girlfriend?.We dated for over a sem I guess... certainly it was more than friendship but I guess less than love... don't know what was that... Perhaps if I would have put a serious effort we would have been a couple... wow.. me with one of the most beautiful girls of the campus. Anyways never mind,she deserved  a far better guy than me(and she got it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : coming out of my dreams,gave a typical answer.&lt;br /&gt;With a smile on my face ... No Sir. I don't... trying to become as innocent as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Interviewer : why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me :  (faking at its peak)  basically I am lil shy sir with girls... from childhood I was totally into boys stuff... gaming always... so never thought or saw any girl with those feelings.(Weird reason)( oh my God!!!I have become a glib liar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure they did figure out that I was lying... never underestimate your interviewer.. they have  also been through this stage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interview was finally over.... came out in relief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results came out at 6 in the evening... I was one of the candidates who was selected in the company... i was very happy... my date with company was successful... now i also have a girlfriend(the Company)..:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh By The Way,I forgot to mention my company name isn't it. I have got my dream company which deals with oil and gas which i always used to dream of, not because of the field but because the amount of money involved in it.&lt;br /&gt;I called up my parents to feel the shimmer in their eyes which I wanted to see for a long long time but never got a chance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is the most memorable day of my life... will never forget....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we had a boozing party and i for the first time in my life drank properly and was totally drunk only to wake up next morning finding myself lying on the floor of my hostel terrace along with others....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Will soon catch u all up in my next post...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893169592641222865-3592327519921900764?l=murthy2201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/feeds/3592327519921900764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893169592641222865&amp;postID=3592327519921900764' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/3592327519921900764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893169592641222865/posts/default/3592327519921900764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://murthy2201.blogspot.com/2009/10/journey-to-corporate-life.html' title='Journey to the corporate life'/><author><name>murthy_thehandsome(?)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09108699905602404283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vuno4AhPp98/SwAWerUFb7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/VSBAGsKso7w/S220/DSC01059.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry></feed>
