Snippets of the Story

Hey people i'm putting up the first few paras of ek chhotisi it love story. If u feel its any good... then write your comments and i'll finish it.

Every once in a while we get to hear or read about a tale which immediately finds resonance with something that happened in our lives. This could be one such tale, especially if you, dear reader, have gone past that milestone called graduation and have been in that environment called as "the workplace."

Call me Amrit.

I am the narrator or the sutradhar, and the following story is about a girl I loved, lost, found again and then..., well you'll read about it soon enough!

I completed my B. E. in Computers in Maharana Pratap, University in Kanpur. Being one of the lesser well - known and rated institutes in Uttar Pradesh, campus placement was pretty much non - existent when we graduated. Me and my fellow graduates left on this massive yearly ritual that Engineering graduates undertake called as "JOB-HUNT". We immediately left for the Makkah of IT professionals in India, Bangalore.

We initially stayed at a hostel which was populated with like - minded job hunters from all across India. Recruitment season was on and every day we left the hostel to visit hundreds of IT firms that dotted the landscape of Bangalore. Every evening there used to be a party hosted by all the hopefuls who had secured a job during the day.

A month had passed by and many of my friends had got placed. Finally the day arrived when I finally landed a job, at GloboTech Inc (GTI), a MNC with branches in Bangalore, Chennai and Mumbai.

During the job - hunt days, I had found become very good friends with a Bihari named Sanjay. It turned out that he had gotten placed in GTI too. The two of us immediately started rented apartment hunting in the vicinity of the IT park where our office was located. The IT boom had of course driven up the prices but finally we were able to locate a modest 1 BHK flat which suited our purposes, not making too big a hole in our pockets and was just located 15 minutes away from office, by Sanjay's bike.

This blog stuff

Hey I really like this blog writing stuff. It's pretty cool. I get to write whatever I want and it reaches a potentially world wide audience. I mean of course, this potentially means opening myself up to ridicule...but that's never stopped me before.

I mean after all only 10 people might read my blog ... out of that only 1 might like what's written and think it to be funny while the other 9 might be going --> "Whadda F***?"

But even if that 1 person leaves behind a comment of appreciation........

.......That makes my day!


So please the 2-3 people who do come over here....Please don't hesitate to comment on what I've written ... If only to trash it. I'll mightily appreciate it.

The Art of Loving

I dunno what's the big deal with all this love stuff. In the next few pages i'm gonna rant and rave against it. This is the kind of stuff that I normally spout or splutter when Valentine's day comes along ... along with its cutesy heart shaped saccharine sweet accessories.
I mean of course even I've been in love ... more than once ... made me feel so crappy each time.

I just saw a squeamishly romantic, tragically pathetic Hindi movie on TV ... was forced to watch it for reasons best left unexplained here. Each time the on screen couple coochie - coochied to each other ...singing sweet paeans about the glory of love and what not ... i felt like puking my guts out.

I mean we Indians can't stand public displays of love right? Yet our movies seem to be full of them. The hero - heroines prance all around the rest of the world dancing .. generally displaying their love by gyrating their hips and shaking their booty for all to see. So then what's the big deal?
Why do couples at Bandstand get booked for indecent behaviour? Why the cops harass young couples just aching for some privacy? Why do two communities excommunicate and issue fatwahs against two people who did just the silly mistake of falling in love? Why does Richard Gere get an arrest warrant issued against him for just giving a peck to Shilpa Shetty on her cheek. Why don't I ever get such an oppurtunity? With Shilpa I mean ... not Gere ... ahem moving on.

Well it's because we Indians have a purdah mentality which we like to impose on others irrespective of whether they like it or not.
I call it the "Yahan mat karo, Wahan karo, Jhaadi ke peeche!" mentality. Of course currently even the Jhaadi ke peeche part is frowned upon.

I feel that such a moralistic attitude is right...I mean even though we Indians produce nanha munha bacchas at a rate like no other country...we still like that stuff to be hidden...which is absolutely correct. But hey that's my opinion. Because i'm irrational. Because I'm an Indian.

Next week's topic...Mandira's sarees and Ash and Abhishek's honeymoon...Pretty Intelligent stuff. Stay tuned...