Kaleidoscope

Thu, 27 Mar 2008 14:23:07 GMT

What on earth are these and why do scores of them hold up the traffic to my office every single day?????

City roads....

Fri, 30 Nov 2007 04:38:10 GMT

Driving in Mumbai for the last 9 months, I had almost forgotten how much I loved driving. Yesterday, driving on the newly opened NH8 expressway in Gurgaon in excess of 100kmph, I rediscovered my passion. Trouble is, I'll be back to maddening Mumbai traffic soon :-(

A mouthful of sky

Tue, 11 Sep 2007 17:14:16 GMT

Earth wind and rain and fire,
Wealth, power, blood, desire,
One goal to live for before we die,
One taste of glory,
A mouthful of sky ...

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 17:07:56 GMT

Lately there has been so much work dumped on me, that life has become a never ending series of meetings, discussions, excel modeling and presentations. What makes matters worse is that everything is so sporadic and adhoc. You never know when you would be pulled into another meeting. And so I have switched from drinking coffee to lemon tea. Why? Well, thats the only drink available from the vending machine which can be had both hot and cold :-)

Office Caper

Sat, 13 May 2006 22:24:14 GMT

The trickiest part of being a consultant to an organization is when you get caught in a cross-fire between two departments. I happened to be a part of such a meeting a couple of days back.

What started as a "high-powered" meeting to freeze on the business plan for this organization (dilligently prepared by us and already approved by the CEO in his chamber a few days prior to the meeting ;-)) quickly turned into a slugfest which a HOD claiming the targets set for his business unit were too ambitious and hurling accusations at the other about how he garnered sympathy from the CEO (and hence softer targets) by painting a false picture of the market.

With the HODs leading the way, their flunkies¹ quickly joined the fray. With tempers soaring, we shifted uneasily in our seats as we watched the organization wash its dirty linen in front us.

Soon the debate came to be centred around a particular statistic reported in one of the corporate MIS. With everyone quoting figures supporting their argument, it became imperative to ascertain the correct number. But the gatekeeper of all information, the head of MIS cell, was not a part of this meeting. With the speaker phone on full blast, attempts were made to reach him at his desk. But he was not there. One of the flunkie quickly dialed his cell phone number. By this time almost everyone had stood up, with the two HODs fuming at each other from across the table, flanked by their set of flunkies. And then it happened.....the nasal voice of Himesh Reshammiya going Suroooooooooor filled the board room for the next two minutes. As it later turned out, this guy was driving and hence he could not pick up the phone.

Amid chuckles of laughter, tempers in the board room plummeted and the CEO decided it was the right time to call for a lunch break. With steaming "executive thalis" brought into the room, people directed all their attention to polishing it off. By the end of the meal, people were back to their back-slapping mode with a few flunkies of both camps even going out for a smoke together.

A big showdown was averted by the timely intervention of Himesh Reshammiya and another note was added to the Survival Guide for Consultants The next time you call me and hear 'Surooooor' or 'Aashiq Banaya...', well, don't be surprised :-)

¹A flunk/ flunkie typically refers to the junior most in the corporate hierarchy and hence those who get burdened by the most shittiest of jobs (like moi)

Mon, 02 Jan 2006 18:15:33 GMT

There was something in the air today. It had rained last night and Delhi looked bright and clear, the kind it usually looks during early spring. My brother drove me to work today with the latest song from Strings playing in a continuous loop, his car cruising comfortably at a little over 60 kmph. It was perfect beginning to the first week of the new year.

Thinking random thoughts, sitting in the navigator seat, I almost forgot about work and its associated bag of woes. I forgot about my boss who bends over to accomodate every whim of the client, I forgot the whole bunch of nincomcoops in the client's workforce who I have to deal with daily, I forgot about the mismatch in our firm's global and indian policies.......oh well what the heck. I had the vast expanse of tree-lined Macadams, the comfy interiors of my bro's new Elantra, my hyperactive mind, and Strings for company. For a brief moment, I was at peace.

Tue, 06 Dec 2005 18:28:28 GMT

Its 8 months since I am out of b-school and into my second innings of corporate life and I can't help being amazed at the once familiar feeling striking me again. The stakes though are much higher this time around and I am actively evaluating various options where I can work my ass off and get more than adequately compensated for it :-)

As my friend Nakul wrote in one of his recent posts quoting Gordon Gekko in Wall Street

The point is, ladies and gentleman, that greed -- for lack of a better word -- is good.

Greed is right.

Greed works.

Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit.

Greed, in all of its forms -- greed for life, for money, for love, for knowledge -- has marked the upward surge of mankind.

And greed -- you mark my words -- will not only save Teldar Paper, but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA.

Auto-gyaan

Wed, 14 Sep 2005 12:34:59 GMT

Finally my first project got over. 3 months of working nearly 24x7 has now given way to "blissfull unemployment" with roughly 6 hours spent in office everyday - reading, chatting and idling :-) Working out of the Delhi office now for the last 2 weeks, I use a multi-modal means of transportation - hopping onto a auto, bus or a rtv to reach office, depending on the circumstances. Invariably, when I am travelling by auto, I end up chatting with the auto drivers. Some snapshots of my conversations.

Witnessing a reckless driving trying to maneuver his car through the traffic jam, resulting in more chaos, we started chatting about drivers and cars.

Auto driver 1: "Gaadi jitne zyada number ki hoti hai, utni achi hoti hain. Ab is auto ko le lo. Ek saal purani hai lekin koi aur auto ise overtake nahin kar sakta, kyonki yeh zyada number ki gaadi hai."
I (perplexed): "Zyada number se kahin aapka matlab registration number se to nahin."
Auto driver 1: "Nahin bhaisaab. Dekhiye, jab aap gaadi lene jaate hai, to ek to hota hai chassis number jo aapki gaadi mein laga hota hain. Doosra hota hai gaadi ka number jo ek parchi mein likha hota hai. Fir aap usko plate pe chapwa ke laga lete hain."
I: "Haan jaise us gaadi pe laga hua hai" (pointing towards the registration number of an overtaking zen)
Auto driver 1: "Haan wahi. Yeh number jitna zyada hota hai utni gaadi ki performance achi hoti hain."
I: "Lekin registration number to transport deptt. se milta hai, aapki kismat hai ki aapko uncha ya neecha number mile. Aur waise bhi unche neeche se gaadi ki keemat par to koi farak nahin padhta. Aur ek model ki saari gaadiyon ke spare parts ek samaan hote hain. Iska part kholke uspe laga loon to bhi koi farak nahin padhta"

I do not know whether he saw any logic in what I said, but he didn't say anything till we reached my office.

Another day, another jam at the approach road to ITO bridge.

Auto driver 2: "Bhaisaab, yeh sab police aur builder logon ki mili bhagat hain. Police chahe to kabhi bhi itna jam nahin hoga. Lekin jahan bhi flyover banana hota hai, uske ek mahine pehle se police wahan jam lagne deti hain aur flyover ka order pass ho jata hain."

Another day, and yet another jam at the approach road to ITO bridge (I really should start off a little earlier than my usual time)

Auto driver 3 (pointing to a man lying on the pavement): "Us aadmi ko dekh rahe hain. Kya pata woh CID ka aadmi ho."
I took a long look at the man - haggard appearance, wearing torn trousers with no shirt, lying infront of a small tea-shack and I could fathom no reason why he could be a CID officer.
Auto driver 3: "Hamare gaon mein hua tha aisa ek baar. Ek ghar mein ek khoon ho gaya tha. Uske ek do hafte baad ek bhikari us gali mein aake rehne laga. Us ghar se saamne pada rehta tha, kabhi koi kuch khane ko de de to kha leta tha. Log sochte the koi pagal aa gaya hai."
Auto driver 3: "Pata chala woh CID ka aadmi tha. Saara saaman - bandook, hatkadi, wireless - sab uski potli mein tha. CID ko shak tha us ghar ke hi kisi aadmi ne khoon kiya tha. Isiliye use wahan rakha tha. Ek hafte mein usne mamla suljha liya aur jis aadmi ka khoon hua tha uske rishtedaaro ko girftaar kar liya."

The lights changed and we started moving. I gave one last look at our "CID sleuth" and got lost in my thoughts bordering on crime fighting and melodrama.

Pearls of Wisdom

Sat, 06 Aug 2005 06:52:26 GMT

In my limited experience, I have seen that there seems to be not much correlation between ability and designation.

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 19:25:43 GMT

Just came back home on my flyback from Mumbai. The last one month has been one of the most hectic periods of my life. Called into a project which was in its final stages, I was asked to produce deliverables right from my first evening on the project. And to think this was my first project with the firm, with a 2 and a half month break after my convocation having softened me up.

Its been an incredible experience working 15 hours a day, 7 days a week. Not that I haven't worked this hard before, but I have never been under so much pressure to perform. This fortnightly flyback thing is a manna from heaven for me. Thought up some solution themes for my piece of the project on the way from the airport, something which my overworked mind failed to think when I was in Mumbai.

The flip side of so much work was that I could not meet up a single friend of mine in Mumbai in one whole month. Infact I desisted from giving out my mobile number to friends; it was getting embarassing trying to explain to everyone how messed up my work-life balance was. But to those with whom I spoke, I brought in a ray of hope and cheer into their "seemingly" miserable lives :-)

Talking of Mumbai, it was a pleasure to be back driving on Delhi roads again. The average speed of transportation suddenly improved from 20kmph to a whopping 70kmph. Not to mention a smooth comfortable ride sans bone-jarring potholes. Nothing beats Delhi roads :-)

Monday morning I'll head back to Mumbai. With all the tamasha of the core team visit, hoping for any succor this week is a foregone conclusion. Hopefully once this clears up, the weeks after those would be better.

End note:
While on my way to Delhi aboard Jet Airways flight 361, one of the flight stewards sat next to me during takeoff. I got chatting with him and the following conversation ensued. (To put the conversation in context, my elder brother is a Sr. Engineer with Jet Airways).

PA: We are sorry for the delay in the departure which occured due to late arrival of the aircraft from the previous sector
Me: I heard it was a major snag at the Delhi airport.
Flight Steward: Yes sir, it occured at the last moment and hence the delay could not be avoided.
Me: Yeah I know. My brother repaired it.
Flight Steward (with a aghast expression): No sir. I assure you, we have qualified engineers who take care of such stuff...

Germany Diary - I

Sun, 15 May 2005 19:16:42 GMT

Last month I went to Cologne, Germany to participate in the 10th World Business Dialogue. The audience there gave the word cosmopolitan a whole new meaning. 300 student delegates from 70 nations were present. I shared my room with a German, a Czech and a guy from Montenegro; made a case defence presentation with Americans, Indians and Taiwanese; drank Kolsh with a group of Georgians, Chinese and Brits; discussed cricket with Zimbabweans; shared the podium with a Brazilian and a Canadian; danced with a Hungarian and debated on future of emerging economies with a bunch of Argentinians and Romanians.

The first thing I noticed was a considerable amount of interest about both India and China - the fastest growing economies of the world (That an Indian had won the International essay competition at the conference, two years in a row also helped matters :-)). So much so, that they had an entire session dedicated to the debate on Indian and Chinese model of economic growth. But the interest of the people was not limited to economy alone. They wanted to know everything about the country - the food we ate, the festivals we celebrated, whether products from the "developed world" were available, the plight of Indian infrastructure, and ofcourse, how were the snake charmers and elephants doing :-)

Well, there you go. Just when you have finished waxing eloquence about the Indian IT industry, that the snake charmers surface to spoil your party. Fed with a constant stream of documentaries on India by the National Geographic and Discovery channel, they perceive India as a poor developing nation, with colorful festivals and a HUGE population. (Reminded me of the Japanese tourist in Munnabhai MBBS who wanted to see the REAL India - the poor and hungry people). The fact that there can be more than a billion people in a country is beyond their comprehension . "Are you kidding? The whole of Germany has just 76 million", my german friends would retort. In between these standard images of a destitute nation, obviously in need of their aid, they are shown images of a booming IT sector, an economy growing at a scorching pace and an intense debate on the outsourcing of jobs to India and its very real impact on their employment prospects. These images create a cognitive dissonance in their minds. How can these two images belong to the same country? How can such diversity co-exist?

I gave them a simplified classification of the people. Think of it as a pyramid. The top 2% of the people are not much different from your upper class. They live in modern cities, work and live in an AC environment and have access to almost everything which is available in the developed world. The next 30% (the burgeoning middle class) are about 5-10 years behind your middle class in terms of the standard of living. And the majority 68% are about 20 years behind your lower strata in terms of the standard of living. We have a few mega-cities which are acting as the epicenters of growth. From there, benefits of economic progress percolates down to rural areas, with value getting subtracted as successive layers of middlemen get involved. At some stage, the cost-benefit economics of serving the market disrupts, as costs increase, styming the flow of prosperity. Though extremely simplified (and in the process not accounting for a thousand significant variables), the model was able to help them understand the disparity and the reasons for India's fast-paced growth. "Except for certain sectors, we are mostly playing a catching up game", I explained.

However, after coming back from the conference, I have been thinking a lot about my conversations with students from across the globe. Our experiences of growing up have been strikingly similar, all of us bunked lectures at college, drank beer on weekends, worried about getting a job after graduating and had ambitions of making a potful of money by the time we were 35. Culturally, I think I am closer to a New York or a Frankfurt than a Madhepura or a Rampur.

IIT+ IIM

Wed, 23 Mar 2005 15:27:55 GMT

12th March, 2005 marked the culmination of a long cherished dream of mine. I had finally become an IIT+IIM grad. All around me I saw the jubilant faces of my batchmates and their proud parents. I saw a lot of parents being shown around the campus, being introduced to the faculty and staff, being introduced to their prospective son/daughter-in-laws :-) I saw media personnel taking statements from the faculty and some of the students, repeatedly asking how we planned to contribute to India.

The next day as I scanned through the various newspapers reading stories of how this year witnessed extremely good placements and how the average salary was 7.08 lakhs per annum at IIML, images of many of my friends, from both IIML and IITG, flashed in front of me. Friends who were the first in their entire family to do graduate/post-graduate studies, friends whose parents would be categorized by the Ministry of Labour as marginal farmers, friends whose entire family woes would be wiped out with their 6 months' salary. It is this transformation in the life of scores of graduates from these colleges that really makes me a proud alumnus.

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Life is a race

Wed, 12 Jan 2005 03:52:41 GMT

The other day Nakul remarked how life has become one big race for both of us. The last two years that I have spent at IIML I have been moving from one project to another almost without any break. Even as I contemplated writing a post today, as I have done on the past innumerable occasions, I was doing a cost-benefit analysis of writing an entry versus studying a 53-page CorVal report.

We have got talking about our behaviour a lot of times and we always reached the same conclusion. Its like we are programmed to set sights on our goal and keep working towards it. We are so consumed by our objectives that we do not indulge in a lot of stuff which we otherwise enjoy. And it gets more difficult as we proceed along our chosen paths. Ofcourse we still have our share of parties, movies, outings et al but its the more finer things in life which take the backseat - I like to post entries on this journal, I love reading, Nakul likes to sketch and he too loves reading.

I think my 10 months in Bangalore has been till date the best period of my life. I worked my ass off, partied every weekend, blogged regularly, re-ignited my passion for reading and yet found time to study. As I think back, I would attribute it mostly to the fact that an office has work hours which I more or less religiously followed. Came in at 9:30 am and worked till 8 pm. Weekends were strictly off limits for work - mornings were meant for studying while evenings were meant for freaking out. Things had got set into a nice rythm.

...to be continued

Sat, 21 Aug 2004 14:08:19 GMT

Whenever I am either very happy or very sad, I buy a large bar of chocolate. By the time I am through with it, I usually start feeling more myself. Thats not the case today. Maybe its that Nestle chocolate I bought (I hate Nestle chocolates. I love Cadbury's and Amul instead :-) But had no option today, what with only Nescafe open at this hour on campus), maybe its the weather, maybe its these projects, maybe its the music (Clayderman always does this to me. Time to switch to peppier stuff).

Sat, 07 Aug 2004 12:54:08 GMT

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Project Extended :-(

Wed, 02 Jun 2004 14:11:26 GMT

Bwaaaah......after successfully avoiding work for the past 2 months, my sins seem to have finally caught up with me. My project has been extended by a week, thats all the time I had to spend at home, which unfortunately now I will spend operationalizing all that I have proposed.

Life in Mumbai has been pretty boring....the same old restaurants, pubs and movie theatres. Am now waiting for the project to get over and get back to college. Funny, I have worked twice in a corporate setup now and every time I have come away with a feeling of getting back into college. With just another year to go before I join the big bad world of corporates for a long long innings, maybe its time I did some introspection into what I actually want to do in life (futile though as it may be :-(). Time to apply to National Geographic perhaps ;-)

Argh!

Sat, 15 May 2004 09:34:43 GMT

I hate typing reports. Travelling across various districts in Karnataka, conducting a retail audit was fun. Even better was catching up with all my friends in Bangalore :-) But for now I am back in Mumbai typing in my report on a boring saturday afternoon.

The last 1 year has been a great experience. Lectures, assignments, quizzes, presentations, mid terms, end terms, placecom, summers, finals, e-sikander.....fond memories of the past year. Caught up in this whirlwind of activity, my blog got neglected. Even as I make this comeback, there is no assurance that there would be another post tomorrow or the next month for that matter. But it definately is a sign that I may be down but not out ;-)

i am back...

Sun, 21 Sep 2003 12:15:13 GMT

*huff*...*puff*....*pant*...*whew*

just a little bit out of breath from all that running over the past 10 weeks. will be back later tonite.

enthuuuuu

Thu, 15 May 2003 14:42:09 GMT

Since the day I have arrived in Delhi, I have been faced with a very peculiar problem (?). Now there are some 10 odd friends of mine whom I would love to meet, but the problem is that no two people live at the same place. If one is at Noida, the other is at Gurgaon :-( And since they are all working, they all are available only on weekends. Add to it their own plans for the weekends and we have a major scheduling problem at hand :-/ So the other day when Muddi called me up at 8:45 pm on a weekday to suggest that we meet somewhere I was pleasantly surprised.

Now I had been trying to call muddi on his cell since the day I arrived in Delhi but the response was always the same, "The Airtel subscriber you are trying to reach is currently switched off". He told me that it was because he had lost his cell phone while partying on April 1st (of all days ;-)). He was on his way back from office, using his friend's cell to call me up and wanted me to fix up a place and time to meet. At close to 9 pm in Delhi, I really didn't have much of a choice neways. I chose 9:30 pm at TGIF, C.P.

The first thing that struck me as odd about muddi was that he arrived on time :O As the evening progressed, I got the full picture :-) For my part, I filled him on my stay at Blore and how the rest of the gang was doing. As with everyone else who has seen me wearing glasses for the first time, he too didn't seem to notice it. Sometime later when I asked him about it, he seemed puzzled.

Muddi: Haven't you always been wearing glasses???
Me: $#@%#*^@(&*(@!
Muddi: Oh ok.....its just that u seem like a person who should be wearing glasses.
Me: @*^*#&^(@%@^

When I came back that night, I sat down thinking. A year ago, I would have probably politely turned down muddi and instead suggested that we meet the next day. I was this guy who always stressed on planning out things, be it my study schedule or travel itinerary. "Impromptu" was a word unknown to me. That so much of planning usually didn't leave me with enuf time to act ;-) was another issue. All this changed after the first month of living with the epitomes of enthusiasm, motu and gaganm in Blore. Till date, I have never met anyone who had more enthusiasm for life than these guys. And the best part is, their enthu is infectious. After all, how many times have you convinced a group of 6 people who hardly know the way to M.G Road (in Blore) to take a road trip in an Alto to GOA over the weekend.

Thanx a lot guys. You made me see life in a totally different perspective.

Fri, 02 May 2003 19:48:45 GMT

April 15th....thats the day everything changed. It was 5ish in the evening when chinka called me up from office and said "A". He didn't need to say any further. I knew he had got thru IIMA :D "It still hasn't sunk in", was all he could manage to say after some effort. Later that night sethi, pulla, mama and i had gone out for mama's treat. On our way back I got an sms from yugi saying he has got thru A, C, L, I, K (he subsequently found out that he had cleared B too). L results are out, now that was news for me. I made sethi search for the nearest cyber cafe and checked my results. Sure enough, both chinka and I had cleared IIML :-) Next pulla checked his mail to see an offer from Infosys. Next sethi checked his mail to see that Univ. of Virginia folks wanted a confirmation of his acceptance of the offer of admission, which he promptly sent. In a space of a few hours, 4 out of 5 ppl from Dihing 1 (that's the name of our apartment) knew they would be moving out of Blore pretty soon. April 15th....thats the day everything changed.

These past 2 weeks have had their ups and downs. I was disappointed not to make it to B. They gave me waitlist #61, which is pretty much useless neways. The day i received the official letter from L, I formally resigned from my job. There was a small farewell party later. It was touching to see all the office folks taking time out to wish me well.

Chinka, Pulla and I gave a HUGE party @ Purple Haze. Oh how we rocked that night. I thought I was pretty much in control that night but then some of the stories I heard the next morning made me think otherwise ;-)

Pulla departed soon enuf for Pune. I tied up all the loose ends at Blore and then started my great quest for a ticket to Delhi. All trains were booked solid till late May and I was too lazy to get up early enuf to get a tatkal ticket. Finally after a week of procrastination, I finally got up at 5 in the morning last sunday and got a tatkal :-)

Its been two days since I have been in Delhi now. As I passed through familiar roads on my way home from the railway station, I felt a deep sense of elation. Finally I was HOME :-) Unfortunately this feeling was pretty shortlived :-( As I was waiting at the I.T.O intersection, two things struck me. First was an intense feeling of dehydration. Second was an itching in my throat. Heat & Pollution, the two evils of Delhi had caught up with me. So far they have kept me hiding in the safer (and cooler ;-)) environs of my home. One of these days I hope to gather enough courage to step out of my house to brave the inclement weather ;-)

Fri, 04 Apr 2003 14:42:17 GMT

Am back.....well, sort of ;-) A month long leave from office, devoid of any stable (and sasta) internet connection and an acute affinity to watching TV 24 hrs a day made me stay away from the blogging world for these past few weeks. Even now things are a little fluid, so I will be blogging quite intermittently.

B GD was gr8 though interview did not go as well as I would have liked it. Currently I am whiling away my time at home doing absolutely nothing, something which someone would have remarked as a criminal waste of time (ah! but that's another story reserved for another day ;-)). As usual I am dying to know the results and as is customary, there are a lot of rumors floating around about when the D-Day's gonna be.

I don't know why, but these days I am missing Delhi like hell. The sights, the sounds, the smell.....woah I never missed Delhi like this before. Maybe its the onset of summers. I am still so ensconced in the belief that summers = holidays :D

Hmph...now look at what I have done. I came here to write about something else and wrote about something else alltogether :-( Neways, its time to go now, will update again later.

Have a nice weekend everyone! :-)

all knotted up!

Fri, 14 Mar 2003 15:00:39 GMT

Tomorrow is the BIG day. I hope things work out the way I want them to :-)

Back to blogging mode :-)

Wed, 12 Mar 2003 10:15:43 GMT

Am planning to restart blogging in full enthu from now :-) The last week I have hardly posted anything. But then there were far too many things on my mind at that time :-) Anyway this is a summary of my activities in the last few days...

March 6th was my IIMK interview at Chennai. The panel seemed to have already made up their minds regarding whom to take. Hardly 7 mins of GD and 6 mins of interview :O And this was the case with everybody I came into contact with. Neways, let bygones be bygones. The Chennai trip was quite taxing and so I spent the entire weekend sleeping off its effects ;-) Had loads to eat too ;-) but then khana is the first thing that comes to my mind whenever I am feeling even a wee bit down :-)

These days there seems to be some lack of communication between us room-mates :-/ To give you a better idea, there are 12 of us, all college-mates, living in 2 flats in the same block. Flashback a few months, and everyone would gather together in one house after coming back from office and chat away to glory. As it happens, when you are speaking to someone you know so well, there was never any dearth of topics. It was so much like our hostel, that we named our two houses, Dihing-1 and Dihing-2, after the name of our hostel in college. But lately things have started changing. The first blow to our collective existence was dealt when we got a TV at our place (Dihing-1). Soon enough, we stopped crossing over to Dihing-2. Samsung boys started working a lil late into night. Amar went for a brief holiday to attend his cousin's marriage. Chinka and I busied ourselves in interview prep. Kunnu, Sethi and Pulla got cracking on their consulting work. When TanD was not slogging it out at office, he wud be at his mama's place. And pretty soon, the utopia was over :( Though we still are as close as ever, I get to see less and less of the residents of Dihing-2. The only way I get to know of what's happening in their lives is by going through their blogs :(

But no worries, we are all planning a trip together in the coming weekend. Though, I may not go because of my interviews, it will be a welcome change for the rest of the gang. Neways I'll make it up when I'll be on leave from 21st ;-)

Thank you

Mon, 10 Mar 2003 05:34:34 GMT

Thanx a lot to all those out there for their support :-) All those comments, emails, smses, messages really made my day (rather week ;-))

I would also like to apologize to all those people whose blogs i did not visit for so many days :( I will try to be a bit more regular from now on.

Thank you all once again.