A Very Happy New Year 2010 to all. I know it’s late, but it’s better to be late than to be never.
Well after a long gap I am back to my blog. Actually blog is for expressing feelings but i think its also the best place for expressing frustration. In fact blog is the place where we can pour down all our frustration without thinking of its side effect.
New year brings all sort of happiness with it for everyone. But for me it’s the last year 2009 impact that’s going to haunt me at least for a year or so. So 2010 brought nothing for me except the misery in life. What a fucking start of the year, I never dreamed like this. Total nightmare.
On Dec 28, I got my ratings for period Nov-09 to Oct-10. I literally fucked all my year just for the sake of rating and appreciation. Worked on Diwali and Dussera. Just got to celebrate Ramzan and Gandhi Jayanti as Indian Holiday. Who the fuck wants to celebrate Gandhi Jayanti with family. Since I am not a muslim, Ramzan holiday was also of no use. Forget about compoff. Even on Independence Day and Republic day I was in Office. This is the Independence we celebrate!!!!!
At the end of year I ended up with lapse of 5 paid leave and carry forward of 10 Paid leave for next year. Just imagine the number of leave I enjoyed for the last year. Out of 365 days I was with my parents for just 15 days. The morale of the story is that I fucked myself for this bloody shit project and screwed everything right from my personal to extreme personal life. And at the end what I got is
2- Met Expectation with Assistance
i.e. 2/5 what a FUCK!!!!!!!
70% people got 3. i.e. Met Expectation.
The biggest defeat of my life. Not with the competition but with bloody fucking politics. I would have not mind this defeat if it would have been solely on the grounds of competition. I got the reward not for working hard but for raising against anything unfair. It’s a reward for going against those who tried to establish their monopoly. Its reward for clearly disapproving the unfair.
At the feedback meeting my manager said “Shashi I am happy the way you have performed in the last year. You improved well as compared to the previous year. Not only in regular work, but you have shown your presence in other fields as well. I would like you to carry on in this way only. Try to concentrate to enhance your technical skills. You met our expectation. We just need to balance the Bell Curve and there need to be someone in low rating. ”
Dear sir at least you should have given some more meaningful explanation for this.
“Desire” and “Deserve” are two different things. What you desire may not be what you deserve. Maybe I was desiring more, but one thing for sure that what I got is really less than what I deserve.
Well I paid for going against. Any how they can just held up my increment. They will not hike my pay. They will not promote me to SE from ASE. Well one thing they have forgotten. They cannot held up my career. They can only produce hindrance in my path. They can slow down me a bit, but they can’t stop me.I haven't given any right to anyone to control my life. Neither my parents, nor to god and not to these hypocrites.
I will bounce back with flying colors. It’s a challenge for these guys Stop me if you really can.
Well in the end I will say Aal Is Well….. Aal Is Well…….. Aal Is Well
Friday, January 08, 2010
Monday, October 05, 2009
Jogwa(The Awakening)
Before getting to theatre I was the most reluctant person to watch JOGWA. Infact I was much disturbed by my GF’s choice of “JOGWA” over WANTED. Well soon I realized that at least sometimes girls think differently.
Jogwa set against the backdrop of northern Maharashtra (I guess, not sure) is the real eye-opener. I had been hearing a lot about the Marathi cinema lately but this time witnessed it. Jogwa stands well ahead of all its counterparts as well as hindi movies released recently. Gone all the days when Marathi movies were synonymous for stupid and silly comedy. Now the Marathi cinema has became meaningful. It’s on the way of becoming Bengali or Malayalam movies grabbing all national awards. The new breed of directors are really doing their job well. Their work depicts their sense of responsibility towards society.
A young girl Suli (I don’t know the name of actress*) develops a knot (jatt) in her head. Her mother instead of clearing it, thinks it as the sign of goddess Yelamma and goes to the self declared interpreter of goddess for resolution. As it is the history of India this so called interpreter have ruled by making fool of others. Same happens here. The young girl is declared as Jogati (Offered to the service of goddess for her whole life with no personal life)
Similarly the Young man Tayappa (Inspector from Page3, and also in Traffic Signal*) who discharges blood while urinating is made Jogta by the same self declared interpreter of goddess Yelamma. Jogtas are supposed to follow the life of women by wearing saree and blouse for the whole life.
With Suli and Tayaappa as the central characters the movie moves ahead. It shows how the people who has immense respect for goddess gives jogva (alms) to jogtins but at the same time don’t hesitate to taste their flesh in lieu of jogva. The jogtins are left with limited options. Either they became prostitute or succumb to the hypocrites of society. Mostly by the false assurance of marriage. Same is the case with jogtas. For villagers the jogats are nothing but the source of unnatural sex.
With all these things going in background, the director paints very beautiful love story. Again the love story is accommodated with lust, sex, betrayal and trust. Need to mention that Marathi cinema has became matured and bold in content. The love making scenes are captured in a very professional manner.
I would not like to spoil the movie by disclosing its content or ending. It’s worth watching and at no point of time its meaningless. It shows the life of two youngsters trapped by superstition and religion and their fight to get out of it.
The performance of Suli* and Tayappa* is outstanding and well supported by other characters .
The music is very good by Ajay-Atul.
4/5 for this must watch movie.
Suli – Mukta Barve*
Tayappa - Upendra Limeya*
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Journey With Swine Flu
Travelling in the peak period of Swine Flu and from Pune, the epicenter really pushed the shit out of me. Right from my parents , colleagues, roomies everyone were treating me as if I am the most vulnerable human at entire Pune Railway Station and Swine Flu Virus will come searching for me from distances. N95 Mask, Nilgiri Oil, Camper, Sanitizer and loads of other things I was told to carry. We Indian are always ready to give suggestions. If someone really needs help, then we all are deaf and blind.
Before boarding I just managed to get equipped myself with normal mask and sanitizer. Hankie would be better. I counted almost double for the mask as the same was available for half rate one week before. This is how India works. People warm their hands over pyre. Well for me this was just a waste of money because I haven’t used any mask nor did took any precautionary measures before this.
At Pune station, the view was really amazing. The picture can qualify for the NATGEO’s most amazing and rare moments. It was nearly impossible to spot a known person. All were covered with masks. One wonders H1N1 is really such a serious issue or just a Media Mayhem? Media is the 3rd pillar of Indian democracy and still after 62yrs of Independence it’s behaving as Adolescent.
With utmost precautions, I reached my coach. In such a terrible crowd, no precautions can save you from bloody H1N1. After reaching to my berth, I realized that this journey from Pune to Nagpur is going to be worst in my entire life. The coach was very old and was stinging like anything. Farting smell can be tolerated sometimes but not this!!!!! The remains of eatables were spread everywhere with other stuffs. In addition to this there was leakage in toilet and water from toilet was coming straight to my compartment. Pune is the just the starting station of Pune-Bilaspur Express . I started visualizing the pathetic condition of train rather mine, 12 Hrs after. I have travelled in general compartment during Diwali 3 years ago. But still that was far better.
Within few minutes I realized the reason for such condition of the coach. The people in the entire coach were Balagathis and mostly workers. I had been through this train before and the coach and crowd was superb. But this time I have been paid for acting smarter. Actually I booked the ticket from Pune to Durg as reservation from Pune to Nagpur was not available. Hence I got reservation in the coach having DURG quota. Paying extra penny was the bad decision.
Well soon I found one friend and returned back to my berth after dinner only to sleep. The stinging smell got worse in meantime. The Balagathi women were taking their kids to toilets without sleepers. Unhygienic. The noticeable thing about them was they were taking utmost care to use their saree as their mask. Is this really going to help, with all sort of viruses clinched to it?
It was around 12.20am I spotted some weird movement on upper birth beside me under blanket with groaning. Soon I realized that this was the same newly married couple which I saw earlier sitting next to me. Balagathis too and not even 20 years old. I thought they have booked only one berth. Groaning was audible for some time and later it stopped. May be Mask for H1N1 was used. Movements were still there but this time too clear to visualize. Within 1 minutes it became vigorous and then SILENCE AFTER THE STORM .Mostly premature ejaculation. They settled down after some more movements. Shedding and wearing clothes can be a really adventures work in train. The lady was wearing saree and hence I think it became possible for men to penetrate so easily in such a place. The only good thing happened so far to me!!!!!!
Well I tried to get down from my berth and was surprised to see that everyone in my compartment was enjoying their act. Even there was a guy near door purposely standing there. It’s really difficult to have a good sleep after such incident. I was told about such incidents before but witnessed for first time!!!!!!! Somewhere around 3 am I slept and only wakeup before 5 mins left to reach Nagpur
.
Meantime I was wearing the mask for the whole night . Not sure whether it protected me from H1N1 but definitely was very helpful in sustaining the stinging smell of coach. About sanitizer, the bottle was intact. I developed some rashes around my nose due to the mask. Again Bloody H1N1.
Before leaving the train at Nagpur I turned back to have a look at coach. I was having heavenly feeling as I was getting off and will be free to inhale some good air finally. The condition of coach needs to be explained???
I decided to have a sutta before getting into auto to reach home. I asked for cigarette and started forming the smoke clouds. The mask was still attached to me. The owner of the shop asked
“Is this N95 mask? ”. I said no.
Then he again asked “Is this 6 layers? “ or something like that. NO, I replied.
Then we started the casual discussion regarding the H1N1. Then all of a sudden he shouted at me "Hey, you came from train right now? From where you are coming?”
I got shocked by the sudden change in his behavior. I said “From Pune”
All lines on his forhead became visible. He shouted at me “Just stay away. You should have told me this earlier”. He took a handkerchief and rolled around his face.
Meanwhile he became normal and started speaking to me. But didn’t fail to inform whoever came there that I came from Pune and just stay away from me.
Finally while leaving I just decided to again burn is ass and asked for water. He gave. I am sure he would have disposed that bottle immediately even without touching it.
On the way to home, I was thinking how my parents, friends and relatives are going to react with me?
Before boarding I just managed to get equipped myself with normal mask and sanitizer. Hankie would be better. I counted almost double for the mask as the same was available for half rate one week before. This is how India works. People warm their hands over pyre. Well for me this was just a waste of money because I haven’t used any mask nor did took any precautionary measures before this.
At Pune station, the view was really amazing. The picture can qualify for the NATGEO’s most amazing and rare moments. It was nearly impossible to spot a known person. All were covered with masks. One wonders H1N1 is really such a serious issue or just a Media Mayhem? Media is the 3rd pillar of Indian democracy and still after 62yrs of Independence it’s behaving as Adolescent.
With utmost precautions, I reached my coach. In such a terrible crowd, no precautions can save you from bloody H1N1. After reaching to my berth, I realized that this journey from Pune to Nagpur is going to be worst in my entire life. The coach was very old and was stinging like anything. Farting smell can be tolerated sometimes but not this!!!!! The remains of eatables were spread everywhere with other stuffs. In addition to this there was leakage in toilet and water from toilet was coming straight to my compartment. Pune is the just the starting station of Pune-Bilaspur Express . I started visualizing the pathetic condition of train rather mine, 12 Hrs after. I have travelled in general compartment during Diwali 3 years ago. But still that was far better.
Within few minutes I realized the reason for such condition of the coach. The people in the entire coach were Balagathis and mostly workers. I had been through this train before and the coach and crowd was superb. But this time I have been paid for acting smarter. Actually I booked the ticket from Pune to Durg as reservation from Pune to Nagpur was not available. Hence I got reservation in the coach having DURG quota. Paying extra penny was the bad decision.
Well soon I found one friend and returned back to my berth after dinner only to sleep. The stinging smell got worse in meantime. The Balagathi women were taking their kids to toilets without sleepers. Unhygienic. The noticeable thing about them was they were taking utmost care to use their saree as their mask. Is this really going to help, with all sort of viruses clinched to it?
It was around 12.20am I spotted some weird movement on upper birth beside me under blanket with groaning. Soon I realized that this was the same newly married couple which I saw earlier sitting next to me. Balagathis too and not even 20 years old. I thought they have booked only one berth. Groaning was audible for some time and later it stopped. May be Mask for H1N1 was used. Movements were still there but this time too clear to visualize. Within 1 minutes it became vigorous and then SILENCE AFTER THE STORM .Mostly premature ejaculation. They settled down after some more movements. Shedding and wearing clothes can be a really adventures work in train. The lady was wearing saree and hence I think it became possible for men to penetrate so easily in such a place. The only good thing happened so far to me!!!!!!
Well I tried to get down from my berth and was surprised to see that everyone in my compartment was enjoying their act. Even there was a guy near door purposely standing there. It’s really difficult to have a good sleep after such incident. I was told about such incidents before but witnessed for first time!!!!!!! Somewhere around 3 am I slept and only wakeup before 5 mins left to reach Nagpur
.
Meantime I was wearing the mask for the whole night . Not sure whether it protected me from H1N1 but definitely was very helpful in sustaining the stinging smell of coach. About sanitizer, the bottle was intact. I developed some rashes around my nose due to the mask. Again Bloody H1N1.
Before leaving the train at Nagpur I turned back to have a look at coach. I was having heavenly feeling as I was getting off and will be free to inhale some good air finally. The condition of coach needs to be explained???
I decided to have a sutta before getting into auto to reach home. I asked for cigarette and started forming the smoke clouds. The mask was still attached to me. The owner of the shop asked
“Is this N95 mask? ”. I said no.
Then he again asked “Is this 6 layers? “ or something like that. NO, I replied.
Then we started the casual discussion regarding the H1N1. Then all of a sudden he shouted at me "Hey, you came from train right now? From where you are coming?”
I got shocked by the sudden change in his behavior. I said “From Pune”
All lines on his forhead became visible. He shouted at me “Just stay away. You should have told me this earlier”. He took a handkerchief and rolled around his face.
Meanwhile he became normal and started speaking to me. But didn’t fail to inform whoever came there that I came from Pune and just stay away from me.
Finally while leaving I just decided to again burn is ass and asked for water. He gave. I am sure he would have disposed that bottle immediately even without touching it.
On the way to home, I was thinking how my parents, friends and relatives are going to react with me?
Friday, August 28, 2009
Nagpur...I Am Coming
Its more than 5 months that I haven’t been to Nagpur. Finally the day has arrived when I will be heading towards Nagpur. The day is very special as I will be reaching Nagpur on 15th August, our independence day and I will be celebrating my independence too.
Off course, its my independence as after 5 months I am getting long leave. Now that sounds really crazy, isn’t it? Leave and after 5 months as if I am posted on border fighting with militants. In that case I am ok even if I don’t get leave for 1 year or odd. But in IT this is really weird. I can’t figure out the reason behind this!!!! May me I am too important for so called important project..OR... I am so useless that my seniors don’t want to give any attention towards any of my requests. 2nd reason seems to more precise.
As the departure date is coming closure, I can’t hold my breath. It’s really becoming hard for me to stick my ass on the chair, as if it took control over my mind and just don’t obey orders. “Bloody Asshole” .
Now looking forward to meet my parents, my lovely sweet heart Chinki and you all friends (though very few are left in nagpur). Awaiting to see the lush green Nagpur, clean roads of Nagpur…..n Offcourse the Sutta and Chai…on tapri
Off course, its my independence as after 5 months I am getting long leave. Now that sounds really crazy, isn’t it? Leave and after 5 months as if I am posted on border fighting with militants. In that case I am ok even if I don’t get leave for 1 year or odd. But in IT this is really weird. I can’t figure out the reason behind this!!!! May me I am too important for so called important project..OR... I am so useless that my seniors don’t want to give any attention towards any of my requests. 2nd reason seems to more precise.
As the departure date is coming closure, I can’t hold my breath. It’s really becoming hard for me to stick my ass on the chair, as if it took control over my mind and just don’t obey orders. “Bloody Asshole” .
Now looking forward to meet my parents, my lovely sweet heart Chinki and you all friends (though very few are left in nagpur). Awaiting to see the lush green Nagpur, clean roads of Nagpur…..n Offcourse the Sutta and Chai…on tapri
Nagpur m coming…..
Regular being Irregular
Life seems to be regular in being irregular. Irregularity is more regular in my life and that too with perfection. Same is happing with blogging.
Meantime I tried to post couple of times but was not in the frame of mind to complete the draft and hence resulting in no post .
Anyways, things get boring if one often repeats it and I don’t want make blogging boredom (such an asshole I am……excuses are always ready for failures ). Well perfection can’t be improved!!!!!!!!!( too much praise can spoil the brat)…..lolz
I will definitely try to be regular from next time(Now that’s the good PJ)…atleast in writing. Well the things which really stops me from writhing is as there is no audience for my blog…..mummmy. The only follower of my blog is my colleague and I forced her to do so.…Feeling pity on her and me tooo.
Well when I started blogging, i used to think my blog is meant for me and not for others ..;-). So I will write for others and not for me….oops that was just a slip of fingers on keyboard (truth came outside at least by mistake…hehehe)
Meantime I tried to post couple of times but was not in the frame of mind to complete the draft and hence resulting in no post .
Anyways, things get boring if one often repeats it and I don’t want make blogging boredom (such an asshole I am……excuses are always ready for failures ). Well perfection can’t be improved!!!!!!!!!( too much praise can spoil the brat)…..lolz
I will definitely try to be regular from next time(Now that’s the good PJ)…atleast in writing. Well the things which really stops me from writhing is as there is no audience for my blog…..mummmy. The only follower of my blog is my colleague and I forced her to do so.…Feeling pity on her and me tooo.
Well when I started blogging, i used to think my blog is meant for me and not for others ..;-). So I will write for others and not for me….oops that was just a slip of fingers on keyboard (truth came outside at least by mistake…hehehe)
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