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Last week onwards it has finally started raining in Bangalore, albeit intermittently and terribly late. But then again better late than never. One night it suddenly started raining. I was surfing the net and doing some silly stuff when suddenly my flat mate said that it was raining. I could of course hear it, but then I take some time to react to external stimulus when I am engrossed in some work. After about five minutes, nature forced the electricity out of our area and I was practically forced to watch the beauty of the rainfall. Not that I would regret it. To be honest it was raining cats and dogs. Not literally, but yeah, after seeing Bangalore dry throughout the monsoon, seeing such a heavy downpour was really refreshing. When I just stood out of the door, the rain was in all its splendor. The place was all dark outside. The trees were all quenching their thirst. The roads were deserted. It was just the scene I wanted to see. In about five minutes the smell of the soil was all...

Statutory Warning: This post may seem quite disgusting. So read with caution, you have been warned! :D Toto is one of our best friends. He is young, white(no racism) and has a tremendous capacity to tolerate our worst endeavors. Toto was born in India just about a few years ago and since then have been in service of the company I am working in. Many Totos stand in a line and eagerly wait for guys to come and meet them. They never complain, always wash down whatever they give with water, as soon as the guy leaves. It does not discriminate. To Toto the CEO of the company is no different from the security guard standing at the gate. Toto has got an automatic flushing mechanism that allows Toto to clean himself immediately after receiving the gift from the people. He is very health conscious you see. Apart from that the white color gets easily soiled, so keeping himself clean is a top priority. Toto is indispensable to our work. If Toto stops working, we will have to stop working in...

Life in Bangalore Bangalore or Bengaluru is one of the strangest places I have ever been. First, I'll call it Bangalore. In any case I am not really fond of this place, and the official name just makes me go nuts. Literally! Bangalore techie in action! Lets start with the good things in Bangalore. The advantage is that for me there ain't much good here so this paragraph is going to be short! Bangalore has excellent weather, inspite of not being the hills. Weather in Bangalore is always temperate, with the mercury hovering from 68 and 78 Fahrenheit. So yeah, unlike in other Indian metro cities, here we don't have to sweat. Electricity costs are also cut down because we don't need air conditioners or even fans. The other good thing about Bangalore is its vicinity to various tourist spots in South India. Be it the Nilgiris or the Malabar, Konkan or Goa, all are within reach and easily. Seriously??? Now lets begin the negative aspects of the city. I will ment...

There was a guy who lived in Brussels. The girl lived in Madrid. The guy(lets name him Gaay, no not gay!) came to Madrid to work. The girl(lets name her Oldy) joined in the same company. In office they fell in love and things went happily ... no wait this is not a movie, so it was a bumpy ride :) After 3.5 months Gaay got transferred to Lisbon(not Lesbian) and both Gaay and Oldy were heartbroken at the news. But Gaay promised Oldy that he would return to Madrid to see her. Every month. After 3 weeks, Gaay got a ticket to Madrid and reached early in the morning. To surprise Oldy, he went direct to office. After about 1 hour of waiting, he saw her, in a beautiful white dress, walking slowly with all the elegance and poise that suits a princess. He went behind her and started walking beside her gently. After a few seconds she took notice, looked at him, wondering if it was a dream! She asked him, "Pinch me, is this real?". Gaay pinched her softly. She was silent, dead silen...

Five months before I embarked on the unknown journey to Mumbai, I did not know what was going to happen. Everything was in the dark. In all my four years of college life I always looked for any chance to come back home when I got a holiday in the weekends.  No, this time its Bangalore to Mumbai! However now thing have changed so tremendously. All my thoughts focus on getting a chance to see her again. Who is she? No one. There is no blood relation. She lives 2000km from my hometown. She ain't Bengali, does not even understand Bengali, doesn't share any real tangible similarity. But I find peace in her. I found love in her. In an odd way I find a lot of things that are strikingly similar to my tastes. And here I am, rushing to Mumbai to meet her, to spend some time with her.  I have got a pretty big surprise for her on the 15th of August. I don't know if she knows what is coming. But then I am going to surprise her in a big way. I mean as big as my budget would...

We all love Google. There are very few who think Google is a curse than a boon. It is essential to know that the features provided by Google is overshadowed by the approach that Google follows. The cool, unsophisticated, abstract and catchy ideas attract us to the Google platform. Be it the Gmail, or picasa or Wave, Google has always reinvented all that existed before. From all our daily needs to requirements of projects, Google always comes to our help. But there are some people who loath the use of Google or any other search engine for that matter. Why a few think using Google is cheating? Some think that the infromation and knowledge you get from books or from instructors is the end of the world. In projects or in real life, information hunting using Google is simply not applying the education already received but simply copying similar solutions to the present situation. They believe Google restricts the capability to think independently and allows innovation. Why they are w...

Three and a half months after coming, living and loving a new place, the time has come, quite suddenly to leave. I have been transferred to Bangalore, err Bengaluru. Transfers are common in jobs as you all may have experienced. Indeed they are even necessary and desirable. But in this case I was truly very disturbed to be forced to leave Mumbai. Not really because I loved the city. I don't love the city. I love the people. I made great friends, got lot of love and felt perfectly at home with the surroundings. I was kinda in sync with the nice life I had. Getting up in the morning in my Thane flat, going to the office by company bus sleeping, getting to the canteen(I keep forgetting the names even now :( ), having idli sambar or veg cheese sandwich. Then studying the library or working in the lab, chatting with friends, and my 'daughter', sipping coffee and discussing about Mo One etc. In one single email, all that changed. I have no regrets. I have made a promise to myse...