Saturday, December 01, 2007

Welcome to the 'Dork' Side ...

So finally adjusting to Overland Park, Kansas.

Its been a gruelling journey and a chilly weather so far. An ice storm this last weekend and all plans of touring the city 'washed away', quite literally. And today, a blast from the past - i mean another of those winter winds that freeze you like an icicle. I forgot to wear my jacket while on the way to the cafeteria (which is about a 3min walk from my office). Only God knows how i made it there alive. Felt like those sci-fi movie characters when they throw liquid nitrogen on you.

So what do i find different over the roughly 10 days that i have spent here?
Probably not much.

Contrary to expectations, OP seems quite populated. There are definitely people here, and they travel in cars, which get stuck in traffic jams. So quite a normal little town. Haven't seen any farm animals though yet, except on the dining menu, ofcourse.

From my airhostess to the lady next to me in the cab queue - Kansas city has greeted me with its best. You know what they say best about orchids and camellia; they bloom the best in winter.
An example of my masquerade was me missing my cab at the airport, chit chatting away next to this gorgeous female i talk about. We were so engrossed in discussions, i refused to notice the cab i had called. Had to order another one.

So when my friends asked me if going by the sacred American customs i asked for the girl's number - i quipped - she lives in Kansas City, Missouri and i in Kansas City, Kansas - how am i to bridge the state gap to ask her out, especially without a conveyance.

Oh well, did i mention though that OP has a radius of 20 min from its town plaza to the border, which effectively means zilch and which means its all walkable. Again, especially given that it has a population of about 150K only and the odds of finding any working person withing a 5min walking radius is 1 of 10 (since 10% of the population of Kansas City works in Sprint Nextel Corp, which is just opposite my place, and needless to mention so did the brunette in question). Actually make it 1 in 8 - i think 2.5% of the population works in the YRC and Applebee HQs.

So come to think about it. I did have the chance to ask out a great looking (and for once smart, given her stunning looks) single girl, and i didnt. You see, whatever place it be, people are all the same. And so am I.

As Skywalker Senior would put it - Welcome once again to the 'Dork' Side ...

Monday, November 19, 2007

Winter begins on the 3rd sunday of novemeber ...

The whole year round i never feel cold, running around the house without even a fulls-sleeves shirt or sweater, let alone woolens. But come the 3rd sunday of Novemeber and there's always a winter chill, making you want to run to the water closet 3 times in the span of 3 hours ...

Yup, an annual ritual for many, the CAT exam not only brings depair for a quarter million students (-1500 ofcourse), but for me its always the case of no clothes are warm enough on this day. You hit the roads at 9 in the morning and all you can think is brrrr - couldn't it have started after noon, warm and sunny.

You enter the examination hall and all you can think is where the hell is the washroom. Queen's "Under Pressure" is buzzing through your systems. You start writing the paper and all you think is Bono crooning "Hold On" (AKA damn - when will this end)

Head's spinning, eyes watering, stomach churning - it is definitely not a good feeling to undergo. Add to that the ever tormentous time. Its always short for a question, always long for the agony. Now ok, this is no excuse to give if i genuinely screw my paper, but yeah, it is a decent excuse anyway !!

And for the first time in months, i slept with my fan switched off ...

Thursday, October 25, 2007

A Game Well Played

My organization's flavor of the month happens to be a certain ongoing T.T. tournament, that has generated enormous enthusiasm amongst both the players and the crowd alike.

As last year's undefeated semi-finalist (sounds odd - but the tourni got scraped since i went onsite), and co-winner of the 'sledger of the tournament', an award i had shared with my team-mate Aman, my team was again the dark horse this time around. Initially seeded in the top rankers, i pursued a course of Aggresive Negotitations (as Anakin Skywalker would term it) with Iyer sir, the tourni organizer, and got myself ranked lower. I mean, seriously, given the quality of players we have this time around, it was an insult to them to put me up there in their league.

Paired in the draw with Varun as my strike partner, and given a 1st round bye, we were confident of atleast winning our first game against Raunak/Amrita. But i went off on a leave for about 10 days, and the organizers un0kindly decided to put me out and continue the tournament. As fate couldn't see me so harshly treated so early (there was humiliation waiting for me ahead), another team also had a member lose out and so when i returned, i found myself paired up with Chirag.

Now the guy can play well, on his day, and given he does not tense up under pressure. Some critics found our team combo to be too strong and argued against such a formation. Most had written off Amrita and Raunak. They expected us to blaze through past them with 2 under-10 wins. On match day however, it seemed an upset was on the cards. Not only did Raunak/Amrita fight well, they pulled the crowd behind them. Every point they rallied and won was cheered voraciously. Needless to say Iyer was totally on their side, without least bit bothering to realize he was the refree. Ishan who was also assisting with the score-keeping and line calls, now faces a tough time ahead when i prepare his project review.

The first set went down to the wire. In order to make the game interesting, Chirag and I allowed some loose shots to keep the excitement. But it proved a little too lax. With Raunak/Amrita already winning a lot of points, they soon raced to a 8-2 lead, and kept us under pressure. Raunak was smashing away all of Chirag's returns and Amrita was managing to keep all her shots on the table. Iyer declared we would forfeit the match if our opponents reached double figures, over and above wanting to provide them a 5 point handicap advantage. We almost lost the first set when the score read 20-15 to them. With a single point away, i got my serves right and pulled all 5 back, to setup a deuce. From there on we regained our touch a bit (both in sledging and TT) and killed the first set.

With our nerves quite jittery and Chirag perceivably tense at the near escape, we played a bit better in the 2nd set, and won it with relative ease. Grabbed a 7-0 lead and thought officially it was Jig'saw' (remember - Game Over). But Iyer as usual, decided to give us his respect instead of the points and play continued. 21-14 i think it was, and that too when we were 18-7 up. Obviously, we were both out of form - i, perennially always am, but i didn't expect Chirag to perform under par, given my reliability of smashing the opponent or the water cooler.

With a tough first match behind us, the crowd had realized that we probably were not the team who could go on ahead given this showing. In the second round where we were facing probably the toughest team of Murarka/Kunja, we were expected to lose easily, given that they had dispatched of 2 very strong teams - Ishan/Major and Dilip in the previous round (Ninja not accounted for - actually it was Ninja's tough luck that he had a player as good as Dilip, otherwise he would have won single-handedly using some SAS macro that would control his and his opponent's serve, smash and returns).

But in today's game, we had different intentions. Deciding that we would play safe, keep the ball on the table, and let the opponents make mistakes, we started off positively. With a highly charged encounter on the cards, lots of people had gathered around to cheer the other team (not us unfortunately). But i looked in super sublime form (aka totally vaporised). Didn't know what got into the two of us, but we responded to the task and played well. With nobody to egg us on, except referee Iyer sir, who as always was sledging against us, every point that we won, silenced the crowd and only the "yes" that we shouted was audible. I had this feeling of "pin drop violence".

All dusted and done, we surprisingly shocked everybody, ourselves most of all, by winning the first set very convincingly. Iyer whispered audibly enough to Lakshmi - "was he so happy at even getting promoted?". With all the shots that i managed to make and gain points on, i would walk upto Iyer and return the jocular stare, not considering the fact that some shots which i hit at the left corner, ended up at the right. But who cared. And with all the points i lost, i was the first to joke about my weaknesses.

The second set started well again. But this time it was more competitive and we were going neck to neck. With two points away from winning the set and the match, a crucial 'twist' occurred, literally. With nothing to do as simple as finishing off a weak 6 ft high return from Kunal (that just landed across the net), i stumbled on my own toe with Chirag's foot just behind me and managed to sky the shot from the top edge of the racket. And the next instant, i lost my balance and squatted down. IT was a laugh riot. A Kodak moment that needed capturing. I couldn't stop grinning at the glaring error, and the crowd just exploded. Nearly 2-3 minutes passed before i got up and we resumed playing. As Iyer quipped, i had just dropped the cup.

And the words rang out true only a moment sooner. With both Chirag and I fatigued, with all energy spent till now, and dripping sweat, I asked Iyer if the organizers would atleast provide us some towels. But equal in sarcasm, all i received were some tissue papers. Now almost out of steam, we could just hold on to get to deuce. Finally, we lost the 2nd set with Chirag also under pressure and none of his smashes hitting the board.

Set 3 was a disappointment for us and a cake walk for them. I was too tired to even serve properly and the one weapon i had effectively used failed to get us through. An incorrect line call and some wayward returns later, finally at 18-12 (or was it 19-11) down, we were able to grab a few points that inspired us back. But it was too little too late, and we succumbed.

We weren't sad to lose, we hadn't expected to win in the first place. On the whole, whatever said and done, i think what we got as a result was an excellent game of table tennis, thoroughly entertaining, full of sledging, the stronger team winning (with a reality check nonetheless) , and a respect well earned by both teams for fine skills, a high level of commitment, and the will to fight it out till the end.

This TT tourni has been as good as the last one. The teams are definitely stronger, more skilled and each plays with wanting to win, but without being serious. There is always a fun quotient around in each match. Some of the highlights of this tourni include - Ishan/Major to be the first to get eliminated, Gaurav Iyer and Lakshmi progressing ahead and getting kicked out of the tourni on the same day itself, the all serious Rahul Pandhi storming through to the semis with no effect of sledging on him, Varun and Vicki quietly and consistently playing themselves through to the other semis, Gautum/Neha duo practicing the most and not winning, dark horses Ashish Garg and Tushar also sneaking through to the semis with a bit of 'knocks' between sets, Gidra and his sliding maneuvers which he himself could not keep pace with and thus slamming into the floor flat (another Kodak moment), and yours truly sky rocketing the simplest shot of the tournament.

A special mention to the success of the game goes to the towels that were never provided, the new bats that were never used, the referees who couldn't remember the scores, the players who couldn't stop sledging, and the audience who cheered at all good and bad shots alike.

And most importantly, the constant reminders of Iyer sir to all participants asking them to smash their shots while thinking of their lead project managers (no names named) ...

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

While my guitar gently weeps ...

For the people who were wondering where I was this whole time - in geeky Arnie style i say - Inverse of Asta Lavista Baby - I am back ...

Judging by the pathetic level of PJs i have gone down to, I personaly realize the amount of pressure i have been under lately, and see my pent up thoughts going down a drain.

Back from a week spent in Silent Wilderness.
Thrown right back into the cacophonous populace.

I put up my blog title as my messenger status (without having written about it yet). People asked me the reason behind it - well the obvious reason was the Guitar that i saw hung on my wall with dirt accumulated over the jacket, with no one to care about it - forgotten and lost. I have kind of been feeling the for a few days now. Instances where the wrong items grabbed the wrong attention and the real good stuff - no - the great stuff - got lost in the middle of somewhere !!

Wrong priorities, unhappy endings, feeling of betrayal, lack of trust, loss of passion, overcome by apathy, grumpiness galore, rise of anarchy - the past revisited, the present distorted, the future foreseen.

Been a bit busy with GMAT and stuff - and seriously - the only 4 lettered acronym i can think of for it is PITA. With only a week and half to mug up English, "Lays American Style", it was a hard task unwinding all the basic grammar rules and re-learning English as quite a different language. It was an interesting experience, as all such first-time experiences are. But i would have appreciated it more if it were art-for-arts-sake, and not simply a grading system which judges you based on how well you can correct "me and I". Truly speaking, seriously, would it really - and i mean really - matter to any top-notch university if the sentence articulation was slightly off mark, but conveyed quite fairly the meaning it was constructed to convey.

Given the fast pace of all activities, who is going to stop and think for the next moment if "they did it" or "they had done it". Point is - the job was/had been 'done' - without mattering when in the past it was done. We are no detectives investigating a crime where time line and speech would have (could have?) mattered. Will it ever create a dent in my presentation if did not start my sentences with However, while others may, firstly, summing up !!

Alright - i'll be the first to agree i am not the greatest exponents of the language - but without pride taking a fall, i am not the worst either - written or spoken, English is something i think i can convey my ideas reasonably well in. Fundamentalists might argue that Yoda spoke wrong English - but hey - the French use more of Passive voice and the Germans put their verbs before their subjects - both of which Yoda regularly indulges in. And yet, and yet - we all get what he gibberishly speaks (apart from the whole With-you-may-the-Force-be, My-young-padawan concept - we are not Jedis, right?)

Do the readers feel my anger and frustration is vent upon the GMAT because i scored miserably in test - not really - in fact i did better in the english section than i was doing in any previous practice tests. My score was decent (my personal target was 700+ which i passed comfortably) if not phenomenal, and i am happy with what i got compared to the input i put in. Obviously, since humans are never the content species, they'll always crib if they fall short of the best. What am i to say - I am human too.

And that is the reason i see my guitar gently weep - even though i notice it not, it sees me transforming into something i am not, something i aim to be which i dont want to, struggling against the odds to get even, doing what my heart does not believe in, holding onto things i should let go, and missing those little joys of life that truly matter.

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps ...


(George Harrison)

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Silent Ramblings

'Eudosin d'orheon korhuphai te kai pharhagges'
'Prhones te kai charhadrhai.'

ALCMAN. (60 (10),646.)
(The mountain pinnacles slumber; valleys, crags and caves are silent.)

Starting lines of Poe's short story Silence - A Fable. Reminded me of my blog. Its been as quiet and calm out here as the lines suggest. There has been no zing to spice up any reminiscences to mention here as of now. A few people have been wondering where i have disappeared. To them, i say, in the words of Joe Strombel - "Give me a scoop, and i will give you a blog."

Its been boring these past few days. Nothing much has been going around. Almost had a near 'tryst with peanuts' again. Thankfully, recovered quickly with timely medication and a day off from work. Apart from that, the last excitement was in the shape of a lame fresher's party given by the company to welcome new hires. Obviously gone are those days when such parties used to be fun. Now, it was a necessity to get the party 'done and dusted' in order to boost employee morale. Still, I consider it a change for the better given the situation over the past few months. Some nominees have gotten around in trying to address this problem, and events are enroute to see that it gets implemented.

Oh and yeah, given that "the day ended" on 13th Sep in Jeetender 'badminton' style (read as Dhall gaya din ...), we celebrated with a trip to the sparkling vineyards of Spain. And i always thought the men fought in Sparta, while the women led combat in the Amazons.

The most buzzing thing these days is sports - Cricket and T20 - managed to catch Zim 'massacare' the Aussies (though not without some drama) - and then India's late night fight back to win a dramatic match and maintain a 100% world cup record against our neighbours. As Rameez Raja quoted, "Can India-Pakistan matches ever not be without romanticism?"
Champions League is back on track this month on, and i cant wait for Rooney-Ronaldo to return back to Porto and Roma and blast off. ManU are ticking me off by slender goal-margin wins. Its time to cut loose.
TT fever also has gripped the office. With a tourni likely to kick off soon, its time i spent practising getting my smashes on the table rather than at my opponent. It brings a new dimension to 'hitting below the belt' tagline.

I intend to watch 'Memento', considering rave reviews from fellow mates. If it does turn out to be a cult movie as they say it is, i'll be pleased. Anything to break this boredom from silence. And when i say silence, its not as if its got boring and dead all around. Its just about breaking away from the monotony, and trying to do something different, something interesting, something challenging, something exciting, something fruitful. Not all of them together, but probably even one will do.

Till i find a more suitable topic to lambast about, adieos !