Sudipta's Life

Old sins... they come back to haunt you. You may have spent a million days in frolic, happily idling away time or even indulging yourself in little 'sins' and sinister pursuits. But you can't escape, for nature has its own way of exacting revenge. Three quarters of a year later, inevitably all your sins come back to haunt you in the form of an alimentary canal with a loud voice at one end and no restraint at the other [from here ]. During my internship, we rented an apartment close to the office and 5 of us temporarily called that place our home. In a 2 bed 2 bath apartment, I specifically chose the living room to live alone while the others split into pairs and lived in the two rooms. Oh the joys when we had first come into the room --- such a clean and spotless place! Every inch of the rooms shone: right from the kitchen cabinets to the bathroom tubs. We managed to buy the bare minimum necessary to live: a few table lamps because there weren't any light fixtures insid...

With the new fall academic session around the corner, a few myths I feel need to be busted for people who are about to come and join various US universities. First of all, the deal with on campus and off campus. Many of ye hopefuls might be accustomed to the fortress-like miniature city as the campus of a university, where a mighty brick and mortar fence guards the premises, and holds the sanctity intact of what you know as the 'campus'. Here in the US, however, there is rarely such a wall around the whole place. City roads often pass right through the middle of the univeristy, and the campus of the university generally is a region or a part of the city rather than a segregated block. Thus, off-campus housing doesn't mean that you are left in forlorn corners where you have to travel every day to reach the safe haven of the university. Neither does on-campus housing mean that you live in a noise-free (and noisier people free) zone. Quite the opposite, actually. A second fanc...

The placement season is around the corner for many people, a few juniors have been asking me whether it is better to go into the software industry and join a consulting company or a core product development company. While answering this question in itself is not possible, my experience in working for both a consulting as well as a core product development company might be able to give a few pointers about what to expect in these respective organizations. In a consulting company, the first thing you learn is that the customer takes the highest priority over anything else. If you promise the client that you will be able to resolve a bug in the next 24 hours, you better do it within those 24 hours. Your word, either on a telephone conference call or via email, will become the law. The brand image that is built for a a company is based on these aspects of its individual employees: and thus what will be drilled into you is the professionalism expected out of everyone. On one hand you will g...

When I had published this list of bizarre search engine queries , I thought they were the weirdest ones you can come up with and land on my blog. But, as always, life never fails to disappoint. Ladies and gentlemen, presenting, another set of queries that led to this blog, grouped together for common answers: Interracial fantasy stories; Desi fantasy ladki; Life porno ee: First of all, an ROTFL... okay now let me catch my breath. For the love of all blogdom, what exactly did you expect to find here? Inter-racial fantasy stories? My dear dude/dudette, all those hot blonde chicks you see in the movies don't even give a second glance here towards me, let alone the fact that they are surrounded by tons of Salman Khan replicas. So 'inter-racial' fantasy stories will remain just that --- fantasy! And if you were searching for desi ladki fantasies, you might find yourself suddenly a deeper shade of beet red than those actual beet ads if you happened to know anyone else's fant...

Less than a year back, I had tried rock-climbing and fell down to break my bones . It was nasty, and I'd be lying big time if I said that it didn't hurt. So when I went with my colleagues (from my internship) to have some social gathering outside the office, the rock-climbing arena stood like a challenge before me. I took it, and I made it all the way to the top: Yaay!! It was exciting, but the thrill of reaching the top was really well worth the effort. It was a sort of batman's "Conquer your fear" moment. Oh, letting go of all holds from the top was the most thrilling part, for sure --- you know, you are 30 ft up in the air hanging on to a small ledge and then you suddenly let go and jump down and the rope brings you back gradually! ;) I was eagerly looking forward to the challenge as the two people before me went up all the way slow and methodically. When my turn came, all those years of fetching cricket balls from neighbour's balconies came handy --- time ...

I was giving directions to my friend who will be arriving to join the university soon and I said, "Okay, so the cost of the prepaid ride will be $15, and then give a tip of about 3 or 4$ to the driver who drops you there". My friend was shocked... "You want me to tip someone 200 Rupees??!!". And I smiled, a real amused smile. My reply was, "Welcome to America!". The realization about the currency conversion rate had took over for the first time when I visited Scotland. One GBP was worth somewhere around 89-90 INR at that time, and therefore every single penny saved used to be worth a lot at that time. Our salaries used to be converted into Indian Rupees and deposited into our accounts in Mumbai, and our eyes would light up at the end of each month when the money came in: the figures simply spread cheer through the team! Every single pound spent for the company (be it a cab ride or some extra allowance) was accounted for, and we submitted them religiously e...

Like any self-respecting grad student who has to pay 200$ per semester as gym fees, I decided one fine day to go and visit the gym at the university. The first day, there was a whole feel-good factor about seeing so many instruments, such huge facilities, etc. The initial excitement prompted me to use every machine, try the various weights, and I also looked around for the shortcut ways to building a Dara Singh physique. It all felt really nice until I woke up the next morning aching all over my body and having trouble even while brushing my teeth. Hmmf... that was sort of a dampener to the enthusiasm, but I managed to cling on. However, assignments, midterm tests and the lack of company ensured that I left going to the gym midway. I've picked up the habit here again while I'm interning, but I don't know how long this will last. The frustrating part, however, is not the kind of lacklustre routine I follow about going to the gym. The real jaw-dropping phenomenon is the kind ...