Bangalore This Time
It has been long since i had posted any travel blogs. This one is for Bangalore TRIP, a relatively short one , and of course a miserable travel back. i don’t know how, but i have developed this weird affinity towards, facing hard times while traveling home, all the fun and enjoyment i get i traveling and visiting places gets lost in the way back home( Its like i m not happy to find my way home. )
This was in mid-December, i was already in between a hectic schedule. I was busy in some personal activities, new-site went live, was busy fixing up some new scripts that i wrote a couple of weeks back, etc… it was all busy times…. i really needed a desperate break and arun calls up one fine day saying that , he has an interview at some company in bangalore (*for those who dont know about Bangalore, more than
50% of the world’s blue chip companies run out of here…) and said like, he s moving alone and needed a company….. “why not, with pleasure….:-)” and here we go, i got the reason to slip outta chennai one more time….
I made it to the bus stand, very earlier than arun on that day, i was like waiting for this guy to come for close to an 30~40 mins…. i m very serious about timings…. i don’t like waiting for others, i will only make others wait…. he he 
, this guy made it very late…. we fortunately found some couple who were about to sell their tickets, got the tickets…. what next, board the bus…. it was close to 10:30 in the night… i thought we will reach comfortably by around 7/8…
ITs all old memories crepping in when the bus crossed Sastha Inst., ” College life was fun na…. ? i miss it badly …” it was around 11 odd then. I pulled on the bedsheet and went into sleep………………….damn,… . that driver halts the bus in 4:30 in the morning, 4:30 AM ….. :0….. imagine, i have never seen such a time in my life for more than 4 months…. and you are in Bangalore during december, just imagine the amount of chillness we would have felt…. i was shivering like anything .. my jaws were making a new music every time i tried to speak… We had to goto a place near kemp-fort, it was don’s brother’s home… so we called up don’s bro… he guided us to that place… we took an auto… we told the auto driver, not to go very fast as we were already shivering….. never in my life i have seen an auto driver flying through the city roads… he was cruising in 60’s and 70’s…. atlast he stopped near some kids shopping mall…. someone had opened a tea dhukaan outside… wow… tea… tea means fun…. and having a tea in that climate is like crazy. we went to that place… i slept for some time.. had some nice breakfast made by don’s anna… arun in the meanwhile slipped for the interview…. i ran through the streets a couple of times but did nothing….
Arun came back from the interview…. we headed to the shopping mall… did some jaldi-jaldi shopping…. i wont forget what arun asked for in the shopping mall…. I was desperatley searching for some toys for a 1 year old kid…. while .. he was searching the same for a 25 yr old kid ( what he calls as ‘boy’ ?)… amazing…. the salesman was stumped when we asked we need a toy to play for a 25 yr old….. then arun says ‘boy’ …. (I will give you the choice to guess who that 25 yr old kid is…?) …. forget it … kemp-kids reduced the thickness of my credit card by a few millimeters…..
Now its time to do some routine shopping…. we stepped out with don’s bro and his friends…. JP, kathir, etc… we ran thru… all city malls…. BG road… city center/…..lots of other places…. and the gud thing is … were never bought anything…. thats the spirit of shopping….
wat else… lets find our way home….. sweet home….. but how is the question… this is severely unplanned travel… i didn book any tickets, neither did arun…. i had to be in office the next day… i din have a choice…. We went to bus-stand… trying to find some unknown travels… jus to get them saying “NO TICKETS”… we were feeling very hungry… so we thought of having some food… and continue the ticket searching…. food …. one bad thing about karnatake… food is always worser than your least expectations…. nothing changes here… we managed to have what others called as food… and continued our ticket searching…
We found some guy who was selling tickets for some unknown travels company… i bought the tickets…. and we ended up walking some 5 kms to get to the place where the buses stop for that “unknown travel company”.,… arun is one guy , who worries about comfort, quality and brand… in my travel dictionary these words never exist…. “So no matter, what he says , or whatever i feel….. i was not gonna worry about it”… and that “Unknown-travels” guy…. takes so much time to bring out buses…. that u end up going pissed off by their service…. but theres’nt much of a choice either….
We ended up in chennai by some 5~6 am in the morning….. thats all for this edition of my travel blogs…. will catch u in some other place….
Tags: Arun, Bangalore, Krishna, Travel Blogs
‘You’re Pitiful’ Weird Al Yankovic
Nov 23, 2006 Uncategorized
| My Own Video to Weird Al’s New song your Pitiful. It starts off rubbish but it gets better | |
From Chukku Kaapi to Cappuccino
Oct 29, 2006 Uncategorized
her is a mail for ward that i got some months back….. seems to sync with my life now…..
From Chukku Kaapi to CappuccinoThis blog was written because I was left with no work to do after coming back from Café Coffee day today. I always feel that blogs are written by people who have nothing else to do, but write blogs. And blogs are written for people who have nothing else to do, but read blogs. So if you have nothing else to do, continue reading.
Café Coffee Days in my life!!! I can’t believe it. Six, seven years back I would never have imagined that such a day would occur in my life. Café Coffee day is supposed to be a place where high class people who didn’t know how to spend the money they had, go. But now I am there… I have changed a lot since my school days.
As I said in my previous post, I never talked in English till the end of my 12th standard. May be in my primary school we talked in English a little bit… (Since girls were there in my primary school we used to talk in English… Mostly it was the “You go girl.” “Miss this boy no… he is stealing my pencil miss” and “Miss this boy is pinching me miss” type of pathetic English.). Till I went to college, I never read an English newspaper. I never knew who Sidney Sheldon was. I never saw English movies. “Star movies” was considered adult material at home. I never talked to a girl. I don’t feel that I missed anything…But still because I didn’t have such experiences, I had to adjust a lot when I traveled beyond Cornigela, my place.
Born in Cornigela, an ordinary conservative town, even Chennai took a lot of time for me to adjust. My home town was too cool. You could watch movies for 15 Rs. in an AC theatre. You get the best food at lowest prices. You can drink water wherever you want and it doesn’t affect you. Girls never wear T-shirts or Jeans. You can see girls in half-sarees. And there were a lot more things that were cool to me…My first costly experience as far as I can remember was my first Pizza.
In my 12th standard holidays I had my first Pizza. We, a group of 5 friends went to a bakery. It was around 7 p.m at night. We ordered our first Pizza (only one because it costed so much – 20Rs!!!). As the Pizza arrived one of the guys started using his hand to take out a piece. “Ley” ….The others shouted… “asingam pannatheylae. Fork kudupaanga”… We got 5 forks for eating one Pizza. Everybody tried taking out a piece with the fork. Nobody was successful. Stupid forks… As we were trying different methods, two girls came in, and took the table adjacent to ours. They seemed to be from the so called high class families in Cornigela. They ordered a Pizza. We were still trying to eat ours. Their Pizza arrived in their table. Unable to find a solution, we looked at them for one. One of the girls took out a piece with her hand and started eating it. Damn stupids we were!!! But what do we do now?? We can’t go back to the hand-intake method… We are brave!!! Luckily for us the power went off… Forks were put down and everybody started picking a piece with the hand. Our sole aim- finish it off before power comes back!!! Unlucky for us, power came back immediately… We had a piece each in our hands… The girls started laughing… People around us realizing what had happened too joined them…We promised we would never eat Pizzas again. But we all did.
The first change in lifestyle for me occurred in Chennai. Chennai was completely different. Watching a movie for Rs.40 was a one time life experience for most people in my village. I had to adapt to such things since I had to be a part of the group. Otherwise you feel let out. My habits started changing. For example, you look into the glass before drinking water to check whether it is clean. I went to my first Coffee Pub in Chennai. I remember saying some time back “Loosu paya thaan Coffee publa poi mukkaa manineram wait panni oru black coffeeya 50 Ruba kaasu kuduthu kudippaan” – I did it…
If Chennai was difficult for me, how easy would be an MBA school? I was dumbstruck with the culture… The Hi’s and the fundoo English speaking guys were all a great change, though I had expected it. There is a sense of hollowness when you say a Hi to somebody here. In Cornigela a smile was enough to say what you feel. There is real sense of belonging in a smile. I miss it – a smile without a Hi.
Here is an example to show how my family mindset is different from the mindset here. At the end of the first term when I went home, I showed quite a few photographs to my parents. In one photograph there was a guy who had his arms around a girl’s shoulder. My mother asked me whether they were in love. I said “No”. But even today she doesn’t believe me. She still feels that they are in love!!! If only she comes here(…
The mind works mechanically here – after you crack a joke you do what they call high fives!!! When you meet a person you ask something like “What’s up buddy?”- Only God knows how you are supposed to answer for such a question!!! You say “Excuse me” after a sneeze – What big mistake have you made to say that?? When you are ready to sacrifice ethics for grades and see even your closest friend as a competitor in group discussions, how much difference will that Excuse me make? Pretty difficult to adjust!!!
Even Café Coffee Days and costly dinners sometimes hurt. Daily my father takes a bus to reach home from his office because taking an auto would cost him Rs.30. He walks a kilometer daily from the bus stop to my house. When I think of that and the fact that I am spending Rs.50 for a Chocolate Fantasy, I feel uneasy. Definitely it is not a matter of money. The fact is that I somewhere in my heart feel that this is not really who I am…The fact that I have changed a lot hurts… I want to be the same myself, but I am unable to do so.
Started listing down a few things that have changed in my life. The left column is a list of things that were part of my life before I entered college. And the right are those that I came to know/were a part of my after I entered college.
I wish I go back to school and be the same guy I was. I know I can’t. But I want to do it and live the same life all again.
Leo da Mirci once said, “I love what I do because I do only what I love”.
If only following something is as simple as saying something!!!
New Cars for city police…
Oct 28, 2006 Uncategorized
New Cars for chennai city police… looks awesome na…
Tags: Krishna
One of the mails that i sent to groups
Oct 28, 2006 Uncategorized
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Krishna Shasankar. V <itkrishna@gmail.com>
Date: Mar 9, 2006 11:05 PM
Subject: Atlast I Recharged
To: ITS <itsastha@yahoogroups.com>
Friends…. I m back on my mobile….2~3 days without incoming messages or calls… it was lik hell…but there wont be too much of enjoyment left for me even if i can see my self back on my mobile..ya…
if you wanted me to speak about that tiny little masterpiece of finnish engineering(my nokia 1100) which slips through my jeans pocket, i would be glad to rate it as the worst human invention after the atom bomb….@My mobile steals privacy from me…It doesnt always sound nice to make yourself accessibile to every tom and dick anytime…With this little smart device, i hav always lost the choice of whom to respond and whom not to….@Thats not all… here comes another piece of crap called the SMS…Let me Rate SMS as the 3rd worst creation of mankind after atombomb and mobile fone….it starts Morning 5.40.. . a cup of tea or a coffee …… attached to a HAV A NICE DAY OR GOOD MORNING message….. and it continues…. tea, tiffin, good afternoon, had u r lunch a …, good evening, good night, sweet dreams, chellams, sweethearts, kadalai, good night,, again at night 12:01 am sending good morning for next day…. i m sick of all these….idhaey thavirey …. holidays , birthadays…. republic day, valantine’s day…..i i yo…. somebody stop this…. to put an end to all this Sh## , TRAI(telecom regulatory authority of india) should increse the cost of SMS to twice that of call cost….3 days without mobile … It was like heaven…But every now and then i feel for people who tried to call me up on my mobile…..i feel like as if i have got adictted to this thing… i really hate this thing but cant live without it….i m jealous on everyone who doesn’t hav a mobile…. for you guys the world is really a cool place to live in… no commitments… always offline…..friends… please put down your views on good’s and bad’s of mobile fonez….
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Mail Signed by,
V.Krishna Shasankar [iT KRiSHNA],
Final Year ,B.Tech[Information Technology]
Sree Sastha Institute of Engg. and Tech. , Chennai
