This is the beginning!

It has been 3 weeks since I joined this place, and I must say, the workload is weighing down on me. Good lord, shooting a million juicy forwards (the "be very careful before opening" types, which you inspect when everybody thinks everybody around has gone for lunch, and they all watch it :P) to my kameene dost from my gmail inbox, Checking all those zindadil people's orkut photo albums every five minutes (bole to ekdum fasst. orkut updates se bhi pehle) , the kind of dudes and dudiyaas whose response to any problem or even a minor glitch in their smooth course of life is "Iski M@@ ki". Freaking out on weekends is a mandatory task which ought to be performed by every other member of the clan, strictly.

"Aree o saleema maine suna hai iss itwaar ki shaam tune 'freak out' nahee kiya! haaye allaah tune sacchee me nahee kiya?!" (Looks in horror)

"Haaye kya bataau !! iss nigodey Anwar ne mujhe dhoka de diya, naaspeeta ain wakt pe farzana ke saath nikal liya"

"Arey farzaana nahee, wo to farzaan ke saath nikla tha??"

"Hawww! matlab wo 'jaanu i miss u', 'i luv u' ke SMS wo bheja karta....." (looks in horror)

Well not exactly!! But they do what they do best and then post the saboot on their orkut albums and then they lock it. (Damn!). Anti-social networking, I say.

*Pause: this blogger pauses to try random JavaScript codes to unlock a potential juicy album*

Yeah Nowadays I am as free as the steel ka chamcha(spoon) that comes free with the brooke-bond chai-patti ka packet. Jhalli. Wait a minute, wasn't this true for last full one year. In my entire stint in my previous company, I just worked on one weekend, that too barely for five hours. The security guard at the gate would have coded more lines than yours truly. And in addition to that, I had stayed late in the office (till 9:30 pm) a total of 4 occasions, considering an average techie here, carries a kachhua chaap mosquito coil with him to the office each day and has a social life comparable to that of Osama bin laden.

3-4 years in the IT services industry leaves a college ka stud boy with a sex appeal of shibu soren and IQ of a masala dosa. All those techie bhaailogs reading this would agree. And expecting an onsite opportunity (Videsh jaane ka chance) in the very first year of your employment makes you look as innocent as Parthiv patel's paaltu khargosh.

And all these reasons coaxed me to switch locations where I would be earning more money to do the same job, checking scraps and exchanging notes on gtalk with friends/blog readers/editors/bots/gtalk_help.

And yeah meanwhile this happened...








Life’s relatively good, as good as being a ball boy in a Kournikova-Sharapova tennis match with salma hayek as the chair umpire, as good as watching India win three medals at the Olympics in our lifetime like the sight of halley’s comet. Life is smiling but then there are dreams, dreams to make it big. When, where and how big. The chronicle will always be at your disposal by the name :- Garambhejafry. :) and yeah this could well be the beginning.