Sudipta's Life

You must be wondering why if I have washed my bedsheet, that is news. Well, simply put, you obviously have never seen an engineering college boys hostel. :) Let me call this the life cycle of a bedsheet. Or rather, the bedsheet is the palimpsest, the soul, and "jirnani bastrani jatha bihayah..." the dirt is the transient phenomenon whose life cycle I am going to chronicle right now. It all begins with the clean and sparkling bedsheet after its fresh rebirth (read laundry service). You stretch it out, taut on every sinew, and place it and tuck it by exact geometrical linear orientations on your bed's mattress! You simply feel like rolling about on it and get rid of some dirt on your body, to make it look 'normal'. The more crumpled it looks, the happier you feel about you being the person who did it... being the person who actually used it afresh. You feel you should alight upon it like a feather does, upon another. Ah... after some days (read weeks), you begin to

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It was outright ominous, if not reeking of evil, when we reached home that day from the office and came to know about the impending doom of living in a house with the power supply cut off. Oh, if I were a newly-wed husband it would have bothered me the least. Or lets say if I were a government executive who has to finish the day's work at home because his boss had caught him napping for the first time on his job, and asked to finish the thing off at home, I would have been more than just happy. Unfortunately, I am none, and so had to accept yet another whiplash from the entity we all popularly know as God! It happened this way: amidst the hustle-bustle of a software engineer's busy life who is currently employed on the Project Bench, the six of us had never been able to sync up our bill-payment dates. Today if you have the money, someone doesn't... and tomorrow when he has, someone else doesn't. Finally, when all of us have the money together (a rare occasion, let me as

Ahh... finally, the article I had written for the college magazine while in 3rd year sees the light of the day. This is the link: http://www.svnit.ac.in/~magazine/Downloads/sold_dia.pdf I know that this is pure self-propaganda, but unfortunately I cannot follow Mr. God all the time... Mr. Mammon is my favourite at these times. I wont copy-paste it here as I am sure this will bore you to death reading such a long post. However, do leave comments about it if you find the stuff there interesting.

Oh yes, cricket.... it is just one of those days when nothing seems to go right. Right from the time when Shaheed Afridi was 'bat'-tering anything that came within his reach, the body language had changed (or should I say, drooped?). And I must quote Javagal Srinath when he says that the Indian bowlers looked keen on saving runs than on taking wickets. I am sure the Ganguly faction is a teeny-weeny bit happy that the team is not performing without Ganguly, but I do personally think that his presence would have made no big difference. Maybe we would have lost the precious 33 runs of Dinesh Mongia as well. Ah... for sometime, no cricket, no bak-bak, no wasting my time on Saturday-Sundays... it feels good for a change, doesn't it?

Sometimes, amidst all the hustle-bustle of our lives, we miss the real fun of laughing really hard, and playing the insane person. Well, I decided that it was high time I got back to the basics and yesterday was such a day. Once I was back from office, that too a special two-hour-early, I spent my time reading some material, glaring at the TV, et al. The mood started when friends came home. I just remembered a prank I had played on some others a day before, and laughed. As you can imagine, everyone looked at me in a mused-foxed-incredulous-ridiculous way. Ahh... that was the chance! Much to the chargin of the room-folk, I started laughing (read blaring) again! Since our beds are on the floor, I had no problems givin them a demo of the ROTFL posture!! ( That was "Rolling On The Floor Laughing", for the uninitiated ). Soon enough, their faces changed rapidly from amused to foxed to he-lost-his-balls kind of. Hee hee, I am sure that performance would have given Arshad Warsi a ru

Yeah, in case you did not know this, I am the creator-owner-moderator of a Yahoo group. And that is simple fun. You don't like somebody, you just chuck him out of the group! You don't like a poll that is not going the way you like, you simply go ahead and delete or close it. Hee hee... and you are respected for being the Big Brother out there. Well, I just had to do it for putting an end to the 'nice' polls that were being hosted on the group. And it makes me feel how good it is to be on the censor board of films!! You see all, but then recommend snip-snaps for all the scenes which got you going!! Similar experiences, I am told, can be had by people who are co-ordinating committee members, project managers, Visa officers and bulletin board moderators. Ain't that fun?

I am not sure how I can describe a three day long trip in a short semi-essay (yeah... I know this is going to be long), but since this is the best way of describing it, lets go ahead. The fun began on Friday with my asking permission from my manager here to leave a bit early. Once out of the office, it was going to be fun all the way, I just knew. I met Arunimadi at Mumbai Central and talked a lot and bored each other a lot. Flying Ranee at times seemed to to crawl, while when we were talking and arguing, it seemed to fly. After landing in Surat, while we had about half an hours time, she was really very interested in getting me well fed and stuffed up because I was supposedly hungry! I mean, it sometimes makes me wonder why sisters think so much about whether we have dined or not, make you feel hungry while you may not be, dot dot dot. Anyway I managed to drink a little cold cocoa, and finally the ONGC bus streamed through the streets in Surat before dropping me off in front of the co

When you are proud to kill someone, you must be very much convinced that the person is a threat to the world and does not deserve to exist. You must also be 'dead sure' (whatever formed the term), that you are on the path of righteousness! What, then, is the motivation behind the burnings and bomb threats to the Indo-Pak buses? Are you sure that there must always be an ongoing war between the two nations? Are you sure that that is what you want, Mr. Terrorist? Look how they have been exposed. They call themselves the fighters for the Kashmiri people, and yet don't think twice before burning up their houses, killing their children and blasting away kinsfolk. Fie on you, O self-styled moral police, because the average school kid has more understanding than you do and will not kill just for fun! If you are fighting for peace, how do you think you will usher in that by doing demolishing the roads to peace... Peace that has been asked for by the people, for the people and perhap

This is the best equivocal comment I can manage; read on... How would it sound if I called your mother an old haggard waiting to kick the bucket, when she is really ill and has the signs of age telling upon her? How would it sound if I told you that your father is the worst bacchanalian creature to have crossed the earth when he returns home one day from work, very late and very drunk? Will you feel bad? Will it tell upon your daily work? Will you not want to slap me? YES!! Is it? Then consider this --- What did the Indian team lack before that it has now? If you can be impartial, you'd admit that it was the aggression, the fire that was lacking. If there has been one man who has been able to integrate the team into a really rocking team, if there has been one man who has been able to take the reins in his own hands and then mould a team from one of many stars but zero unity to one of full-throated strength and unity, it has been Sourav Ganguly. He has been the one who has brought

Hi all, Instead of pasting gyaan here all the time, I though I could, for a change, tell about the hep and happening cultural evening we celebrated, called myAccenture day. Right after India rolled over Pakistan, we had buses from in and around Mumbai that took us to the Andheri Sports Complex, the venue. Although scheduled to start at 6:00 p.m., IST (Indian Stretchable Time) played its role and we were gladly cheering Utkarsh and his band (the 5-day band) from about 7:00 in the evening. Later there was the sizzling Malaika, anchoring the entire show. A hilarious skit, a nice fashion show and some nice melodies sung by our own people really lighted up the show. Personally, I felt that the dance troupe that performed in the end was the icing on the cake. It really looked like a professional job! Oh.. for the record, the food was good, too!

Hey everybody! I am just creating this post to be able to see if this site does send out RSS notifications on new posts or not. Oh... by the way. Many of you guys who read the things here have been chatting with me about these posts or sending me mails. Leave your comments here, guys, so that we can see the net discussion going somewhere. Whew! The shortest post yet!