Re–Booted.

I remember myself making fun of people who went to these annual “boot-camps”, where one is supposed to slog for more than 19 hours a day to check whether he/she has it in him/her to make it to the top. The whole thing looked so phony, gaudy and, most importantly, useless to me. But unfortunately (or maybe fortunately, only time will tell), I finally landed up in one.

So, after the busy weekend that I had in Mumbai some time back, it was time for yet another busy weekend for me. But rather than talking about the boring details, let’s skip straightaway to the key takeaways :) (see, it got me already)

• Indian Engineers are the epitome of un-diversity.
• Fresh graduates are not fresh at all – be it the staleness in the way they think or the all-that-jazz image they have about life in general.
• Attending a talk at 12:01 AM is dangerous; especially after a sumptuous dinner that you had thinking that you’ll have a good night’s sleep afterwards.
• I am still good in talking crap with people.
• There are actually people out there who are far more clueless than me.
• I hate people who are clueless and can shout at a very high pitch.
  
• I hate Indian MBAs.

So far, So good.
The roller coaster has just picked up its pace :(

Wayanaaaaaaaad!

Flawless highways winding through scenic valleys and tea estates to little towns n caves n waterfalls hidden away in God's Own Kountry...that's how one can go about describing wayanad. This past weekend I took the best-ever bike journey of my life...100 Kms of pure bliss.
IIMK - Edakkal - Kalpetta - Chembra Peak - IIMK
Never did I imagine I could love my Avenger so much, be it racing through the straight stretches or winding down curves on the ghats, she held her own, showing the Pulsars of the world their true place...far behind! Sadly I forgot to ask someone to click a pic with me on my fav ride :(

@Blathy - Would have loved to have you along dude!

Phew!

This must have been one of the busiest weekends of my life (discounting the weekends when I sit in front of my monitor, exploring things that I haven’t understood yet).

To start with, an opportunity to fly after a very-very long time but I wasn’t scared (thanks to the loud gujju aunty sitting besides me and her army of equally loud kids). The Mumbai airport was like a fresh breeze of air, especially after having been through the Delhi airport experience. And, not to forget, the 35kBps free internet at the airport; thanks to it, for the first time in my life, I saw a youtube video in real time 

And then there was “wait” :(
First, a 2-hour wait for a friend at the airport. The next day was an even-lousier 4-hour wait, with me reaching for an appointment way ahead of schedule (5 hours, to be precise). Though, the day after that was surprisingly fast – things going past in a zap.

But, what remains unforgettable is the Cultural Learnings from Mumbai – PDA
PDA a.k.a. Public Display of Affection is something that I hardly ever noticed in Delhi and something that seems to be in abundance in Mumbai. I mean, have you ever seen a couple making out in the middle of a ‘family restaurant’? Man! Those guys deserved an applause. But at the same time Mumbai reminds me of religious extremists who fight tooth and nail against such displays.

Well, India never fails to surprise me 

Where is the real Blatherer??

I was shocked to learn that dear old carnivorous Blatherer has decided to give up food and stick to herbs and vegetables ... I think he is confusing grass and weed with vegetarianism ... our dear Blathy needs help. Kindly contribute to the Help Blathy fund ... please call 1800 - C-H-I-N-K .