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some friends of old..
but many new things..

then we were 10
just one car among ,
now were 4,
with 2 cars n 2 at home..

then we kept 'hisab' of our samosa pavs,
now we dont care for dinners @ Salt nPeppas..

but even now, we do that 6o clock 9oclock thing!!
as they say.. some things never change

just drifting..

up at 6
off to jog
on my bike..

paint some,
play some
sleep the rest..

bored
playin the same tunes,
paintin the same blues..
dreamin the same dreams..

...

i dont think it sunk in until I saw the road that goes frm under the flyover to Hinjewadi chk as my bus turned away frm it...

epilogue..

hey Ritz, u must be on a roll..
with so many gone and just 4 to go..
u come out of shadows.. uve broken the rules..
uve done things which u never thought u wud..

that 1st time when u had it neat..
with li'l sprite, nothing else cud beat..
then u rode ur machine on a high
let both hands go.. and learnt to fly..

uve felt happy, uve felt the pain..
the day it just din cease to rain..
the day u knew it wasnt u..
and next time it was dejavu..

and that day in the movie hall..
when time just stopped..
u got the call..
hey Ritz, dont u see it all..
last 3 yrs.. uve had a ball!!

yes dude.. its been a ride..
Ive laughed a bit.. a bit i ve cried..
I ve also felt emptiness inside..
but above all..the "thing" i ve learnt
is to take things in my stride..

quote

"I hate purity. I hate goodness. I dont want any virtue to exist anywhere."
- Winston Smith, 1984.

brkfast party..

k.. we ve been to parties before.. to discs, to pubs, to the best restaurant in town..they generally happened at nite.. we left at 10.. returned at 3-4 etc.. but this one was different..

this time..we defied all norms.. we had an early morning party.. we all woke up at 7:30am on a Sunday morning!!!.. and we reached Le Meridien for the Breakfast spread at 930am.. and we were already late! newez.. it was a good one.. the idea was to eat lite the previous nite.. n not have lunch at all..and gobble everything that was available.. after all 400/- is pretty expensive for a breakfast..

k.. we started off with fruits+ juices.. then.. cakes, croissants, doughnuts.. followed by.. Baked beans on toast.. and.. Toast with jams(there were 3) and butter.. then.. Paratha + idli sambar.. then pancakes and waffles topped wid whipped cream and honey.. and strawberry milkshake and finally.. to top it all up wid a huge cup of strong filter coffee!!!

and it took me 2 hrs of football to digest all of this!!

rains and blogs..

some days it pours cats n dogs..
and some days it just stops..

LDAP..

Hi friends,

My journey with Planet Pluto comes to an end today.
I am overwhelmed. The last 2 and 1/2 yrs of my professional life have been an enriching experience. I dont know where to start... Ok here goes..

Its been a prevelige working here. My job, succinctly put, has been to double click.
I have realized how important the "Double Click" is. The lives of a 100 million people depends on my efficient double clicking. And I have become quite proficient at it. Infact, you could call me an SME in Double clicking. Every time I double click, I cant help get this feeling that I am the Savior of this Planet and that those 'Alien Viruses' would wreck havoc in our lives if I dont do my job properly!

What I would terribly miss is those team meetings, those really didactic discourses that the Erudite Managers gave about the latest technology or issues resolved in, well, Double Clicking! And I am really indebted to the really intellectual presentations that my colleagues made in these team meetings which gave me an indepth understanding about the innovations that they have come up with in Double Clicking. Also the importance of filling up and maintaining XL sheets cannot be undermined and they are the most important tool the manager has which keeps him updated about the number of hours that his resourses have spent in double clicking and how can his effort be reduced.

I have also mastered many other arts.
The first thing that comes to mind is the art of using the Keyboard. I am so cognizant with 100s of Windows commands, that I cant help, but look down upon those less preveliged people who use the mouse.

I am now also a master at recognizing machine coffee by taste. I can differentiate between Nescafe, Bru, Lipton and Real Cafe. I am a master at Long time Canteen discussions. These discussions could vary from the colour of the shoes of that dame from IHL who was wearing a black shirt day before yesterday to the hairdo that Aamir khan had in that movie he took 4 yrs to make and evenually flopped.


I would like to thank all my colleagues and friends, who, through their spontaneous jokes and idiosyncracies made me feel better in those difficult and critical times of virus Broad Test Passes in the labs. I would like to thank my managers. The managers in my project have to be among the best in the world. Even in the most desperate times, they left no stone unturned in convincing that omnipresent not-so-enlightened-all time-cribbing-fool that the work he does is more important than that of Mr Steve Balmer! Infact, these managers have been the inspiration in my life. They are 'the' reason that made me chose this profession that I am finally venturing into. I am infact really indebted to one particular manager that I had, Mr A, who taught me how to enter office at 2, complete the entire work assigned in that day, leave at 6 and in between that, find half an hour to drowse off on my desk!

Well. My seniors asked me to make this motivating for the juniors and it has been the most honest, holehearted and candid effort from my side to do just that.

Thanking you.

Yours sincerely
Ritz

P.S. : Out of Mediocrity, finally!

Pulp..

PULP (pulp) n.
1. A soft, moist, shapeless mass or matter.
2. A magazine or book containing lurid subject matter
and being characteristically printed on rough, unfinished paper.

okie.. im a Tarentino fan.. but that doesnt mean
I understand his movies.. eg. saw Pulp Fiction twice..
but still the movie dint make much sense to me..mayb
its gat too many jargons that only "cap in the
Ass Bad MotherFuckers" can understand..
may b the movie just runs too deep, and has got hundred layers
of "Fuckin" subtlety, that a Jack Ass like me cant dig into..
or may be it actually dint mean a shit..

but.. one things guarenteed.. the movie's damn entertaining..
and like all other Tarantino movies.. it is cold and gory!!

to quote a few:
Butch: So we cool?
Marsellus: Yeah, we cool. Two things. Don't tell nobody about this. This shit is between me, you, and Mr. Soon-To-Be-Living-The-Rest-of-His-Short-Ass-Life-In-Agonizing-Pain Rapist here. It ain't nobody else's business. Two: you leave town tonight, right now. And when you're gone, you stay gone, or you be gone. You lost all your L.A. privileges. Deal?
Butch: Deal.
Marsellus: Get your ass out of here.

and:
Jules: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you. I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.

if u wanna pick up more.. pls visit http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110912/quotes
anyways if it made sense to any of u.. pls lemme know..

..aye saala..

..hui subah.. main jal gaya..
suraj ko main.. nighal gaya.
..
woh loha tha..pighal gaya,
sitare me.. badal gaya....

Kill Bill-2

Revenge is a dish best served cold... and this is -273 C!!!

Picture This:

Elle Driver:[to Budd, whos bitten by a black mamba on his face..]The venom of a black mamba can kill a human in four hours, if, say, bitten on the ankle or the thumb. However, a bite to the face or torso can bring death from paralysis within 20 minutes. Now, you should listen to this, 'cause this concerns you. The amount of venom that can be delivered from a single bite can be gargantuan. You know, I've always liked that word..."gargantuan"... so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence. If not treated quickly with antivenom, 10 to 15 milligrams can be fatal to human beings. However, the black mamba can deliver as much as 100 to 400 milligrams of venom from a single bite.

or this:
Bill: Once upon a time in China, some believe, around the year one double-aught three, head priest of the White Lotus Clan, Pai Mei, was walking down the road, contemplating whatever it is that a man of Pai Mei's infinite power contemplates - which is another way of saying "who knows?" - when a Shaolin monk appeared, traveling in the opposite direction. As the monk and the priest crossed paths, Pai Mei, in a practically unfathomable display of generosity, gave the monk the slightest of nods. The nod was not returned. Now was it the intention of the Shaolin monk to insult Pai Mei? Or did he just fail to see the generous social gesture? The motives of the monk remain unknown. What is known, are the consequences. The next morning Pai Mei appeared at the Shaolin Temple and demanded of the Temple's head abbot that he offer Pai Mei his neck to repay the insult. The Abbot at first tried to console Pai Mei, only to find Pai Mei was inconsolable. So began the massacre of the Shaolin Temple and all sixty of the monks inside at the fists of the White Lotus. And so began the legend of Pai Mei's five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique.

The Bride: And what, pray tell, is the five-point-palm-exploding-heart technique?

Bill: Quite simply, the deadliest blow in all of martial arts. He hits you with his fingertips at five different pressure points on your body. And then he lets you walk away. But after you've taken five steps, your heart explodes inside your body, and you fall to the floor, dead.

or this:
Bill: [dying] How do I look?
The Bride: You look ready...

this i think is the best:
Elle Driver: [to Budd, as he is dying] Now in these last agonizing minutes of life you have left, let me answer the question you asked earlier more thoroughly. Right at this moment, the biggest "R" I feel is Regret. Regret that maybe the greatest warrior I have ever known, met her end at the hands of a bushwhackin, scrub, alky piece of shit like you. That woman deserved better.