If not an IT Pro-What else??

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Abt me: Now working in INFOR,hyderabad-Vanenburg-IT Park

This scrap below is definitely not anything of my life experiences…just few things that went thru my head last nite[Nov.13 2006]… Not meant to hurt anybody’s feelings ,just my thoughts
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What else…..if not a software engineer?? If I had not walked through the road paved by my parents….what if rather taking this defensive approach to life moved on to take some risks…hmmm…lets c I see a lot may options…to start with:

Business man:
Around the world wearing a costly fabric ,goggles , limo and all those typical business tycoon habits like ….marrying either a lady born with a silver spoon or female with a generation gap of say 15 or 20….or having a marriage costing u million bucks…. there by creating media hype or marrying any famous porn star or movie star and a divorce in a month or two …or simply creating family feuds -fighting among siblings, ditching parents or if running totally out on ideas for how to create the media hype …how abt the inauguration of ur new product ,store or airlines where in u walk in naked or running along with a boeing[virgin atlantic] naked on an international airport highway[Remember!!is this wat they refer to born again;)…..]
Best part being carrying around that fake intellectual face in the public….making transactions or acquisitions that might make u a media hero but the business zero…dying to hit the cover page of business today which hardly one-thousandth of the public reads….swapping wives like my mobile phones , house with around 5-10 master bedrooms ,18-20 bathrooms, car porch to accommodate 10-15 foreign big buck cars, couches or bean bags filled with gandhi’s or the so called the ‘Gandhi’bags…all this for a family of four….but still again life wud have been boring….nothing adventurous.. wud have made me even lazier ,even a bigger loser or better I wud say like one of the situations were in I wud say “Have u were seen a chimp when u try to take its pic!!” ..a huge smile and exuberance as though it has the whole of world looking at It and admiring but in real mocking at its antics……If I was to be a business man I would consider myself nothing less than a media chimp with cash being the banana equivalent;)

Cricketer: to be frank as a school kid I had always dreamt of being a renown cricketer, but ended just playing in college n with friends for various other stupid reasons.. May be coz as a kid I loved horlicks not boost which created the difference between me and some other cricketers ,or may be I lacked acting skills or looks that would fetch me million buck endorsements ,or elsethe thought that for a hair cut i wud have to charter a flight to home town ,or the cricketers quota in the bollywood babes were not hot enuf [nagma ,sangeethai bijlani ,kim sharma..]...trust me bad collectionto be hooked up with…or then the most important thing where in u got to put in efforts ten times more than what u would do in the nets –how to face the bouncers, beamers of the Indian press which is nothing a bunch of idiots just blabbering ,scrutinizing - 'height of joblessness'…at times I do pity the Indian cricket team…then again to make an entry to the Indian team God knows how many doors to knock, how many shoes to polish and how many cash to be thrown on the face of these shameless money-eating hypocrites who run the show[cricket board]…

Ok now lets say I somehow entered the team….there again all I wud have been nothing more than a bench-warmer for most of the day running up and down the ground with drinks and tactics to be delivered to players on the ground…or even if I got a chance to ball like how my friend has mentioned in the case of Venkatesh Prasad a set of slow, slower and slowest balls, in my case it wud have been a set of wide, wider, widest balls there by finding an early exit from the team…but then being a part of the blues is more than enuf to make myself a well-recognized face among 60-70% of Indian public….so then like my seniors in the field I go ahead with my cricket knowledge predicting and commenting bullshit on the present state of ‘the blues’, all I need to have in my armory is a set of phrases or logic that mite seem alien to the ppl listening[sidhu paaji- "Nobody travels on the road to success without a puncture or two"…. "The ball whizzes past like a bumblebee and the Indians are in the sea".] and unlimited amount of exuberance in front of camera will fetch me a spot in any tv channel….but then again doing things I mentioned is not wat I dreamt off, I wanted to be a phenomenon in cricket for which u need inborn talent and classy touch which I figured out was missing in me and may be a few match-fixing skills[just kidding;)]…Sachin Tendulkar is truly the God of Indian cricket…so being a cricketer also out of equation…..

TV icon: here again.... be one of those tv anchors ,movie star or soap actors…being a bollywood star is something I cant even dream off…so screw it….but then being a tv anchor…hmmm..or one of those reality show participating freaks ,something the present youth stands up for…but then its all like star for a day and zero for the rest ...or if a tv anchor like the chinnappas n chinammas or cyrus and viruses in town…its like a totally Dog’s life having ur teeth always hanging out and praising all the ppl u meet ,making a fool out of urself to entertain the ppl ,very fake and unrealistic being in public…and not something u can pursue as a career for long…once ur kicked off the tv all ur name and fame just vanishes as though drained down the closet .then back to pichachatti[Pauper]….so I dint want to take on something that makes me part time or and where in I don’t have much respect;)……so this too of the equation….


Mafia king: Here its nothing.. the fact that its totally against my ethics-“live n let live” ….such a life would have been adventurous…but unlike the don’s in movies all my life I wud be undercover and will have millions of ppl cursing for my acts…such a life is not at all feasible….wat bullshit am I writing…


I can keep on going like this…its kinda sounding too boring to me and there is no way me gonna come up with something that can even come up even better than an IT pro as it’s the job im doing rite now and got no choice rather love it….its fun ,u can lead ur own masti life ,not much work ,decent pay ,very professional…nothing like public intervention….kinda boring at times but then as long as I have my good set of friends around its always fun to hang out---rite ppl


Life as a IT pro is ausum

Njoi maadi

“As long as I’m no prodigal son , apun happy hai boss!!”

Rich Yet Poor

Abt me: Forbidden of romance till 21....to an extent my choice

"Not everything sells in the market...there are times when cash has its equivalence to nothing but plain paper".....This something that ran thru my mind as usual while at home all alone listening to a bon jovi song...i dont remember the name of it though

read n njoi

“Money ,money ,money…. Ppl wud do anything to make some….but I had it in abundance…but still something was missing in my life…it was incomplete until…..”

Staring out the balcony with a cigarette in my hand,

Money was no obstacle ,but my heart don’t understand.

Gandhi’s bought me fans n fame,

But they knew nothing more than my name.

Amidst the spotlights n newspaper I lay lonely,

Nothing less than an android minting money….

I was a rich bugger, and life mugged me

Of love till banckruptcy ,then came Jai-me

Came in her with a heart filled with love n innocence,

Unlike the cash lickers and fame suckers she had a difference.

As though carved outta butter she, bought in all smiles,

Blinded by the lights of love ,I was flying miles.

Making love as though world gonna end,

Things were to change ,tragedies reckoned….

I was a rich bugger, and life mugged me

Of love till banckruptcy ,then came Jai-me.

Waiting all my life for her, my life had a new meaning

A beginning under the shelter of love ,moon n stars staring

But then even the Gods envied us ,bestowed on

The crown of sorrow, light of happiness blown

Her love was my salvation ,and I was back lonely but

Those days with her ,I’ll cherish and

Staring out the balcony with a cigarette in my hand,I sing out loud......

I was a rich bugger, and life mugged me

Of love till banckruptcy ,then came Jaime

PS:thanx for patient reading....dont forget to comment(its a sought of encouragement u c)

HOSPITAL ANECdOTES -Y always ME!!

Abt Me: Born n bought up in Dubai,schooling in IHS,Dubai

Engg:B.Tech(Computer Sc)-MEC,Ernakulam

For the Docs i wasa mock and hospitals undoubtedly my secondary home...i wish i could strangle some of them to death n others i pity;)

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I dont know wat but my link with the so called "hospitals in ekm" was so magnetic as though inseperable...it was like if i dint visit any 1 of them i had calls like"sir ,y dint u turn up this weeek??" just kidding;)

....for me hospital cards were like credit cards ,just had a bunch of them n i still carry them with me

MAJ hospital -- a visit once that was more than enuf , trust me guys its nothing but set of namesake docs given the license with a set of biological instruments to do anything they want and the hospital as though there were boards that said “do not sterilize”,and as I stepped into the casuality limping I had the nurses pouncing on me as if their mind read –“Makkale(ppl) ,yet another fool has arrived after days ….hold him tite ,don’t let him go” but then all I had was a small cut under my foot,so I thought any stupid doc cud treat me but it dint turn up as easy I thought it wud be…I then made my move to nearby bed…the nurses then asked me to lie down and said ”the doc will be here in a while”—may be he needed some time to refresh on his rusted mbbs knowledge ….panni;)[pig]

It was during the 2004 arts in college wen i for the first time got on stage had participated in a drama that too a malayalam one[i dont know hw to read n write malayalam:D]...th best part was the role i had in it was that of a vidhushakan[comedian] that to a pranthan[mentally ill]..the drama ws a huge success thanx to a wonderful on the spot dialogue delivery by the team and direction by the multi-talented kp....seeing the crowd applaud and reaction during the drama and after it i jumped of the stage of rejoice to just find my foot on a rusted nail....it dint hurt much as the joy of the drama success covered it up...but then in a day or two i couldn step my foot on the ground...the pain was unsaikhable...thats wen my mates advised to show a doc..the cut had become septic by then, so i thought to make a visit to a nearby hospital expecting this was just sometin any MBBS ppl cud do...but it wasn so...i went to MAJ and the female nurses out there took utmost care[I don’t know y]..they were "like sir lie down on the bed" n then the doc turned up with in his ultra white coat and a pair of stethoscope which I think he used as a pair of ear buds…he got just one thing rite -the cut had become septic, but then the call he made as though his ass was on fire”emergency…emergency…”, called up all the male n female nurses available....two to hold my hands and other two female nurses to hold my hand...the cut area had swollen up actually...me expecting a minor surgery had entered the hospital but to my dismay found the nurses holding my hands and legs,luckily nothing else...but that’s when I came to know the doc not just had an MBBS in his armoury but also a MHcS[master of hair cutting and shaving—may be that’s how his carrer started]then as though i was in a barber shop to have finishing touch on my sideburns the doc took a 7'o clock blade and jus blended all his weak mbbs knowledge with the pro barber skills on jus chopping the protruding part of my leg with it ...Boy!! he was a genious...Ente devame!!! the pain as though i had an elephant trunk up my ass....he practically was jus slicing it and that wicked smile on his face and dialogues-“Relax varun,relax…not gonna hurt much!!” and the nurses had my legs and hands held so tight and as though I was some mental patient ,I was banging my head on the bed my hands and legs but the nurses where good and the doc went ahead with his mission fucker[still a nitemare],atleast he could make that area numb--- no way[adamant panni]...then charged me abt 250 rs...may be the cost of the blade...bloody pannis..ahahah…I hopped my home, I cud walk better wen I had made an entry to the hospital…that was my first n last visit to MAJ never then in my four yrs have I gone to any area in a 1km radius to the hospital

MOTHER Hospital,Trichur --the best district in kerala....Unlike MAJ this one was a very clean hospital and the docs dint have time for patients…But still this incident when my father was admitted in the hospital as he was suffering from hernea,By gods grace the opertion turned out well,but the doc wasn happy i guess,he thought hernea was hereditary and he wanted to cross check whether any of the family members were suffering from it...so turn by turn my uncles ,my bro all went in all of them came out quick...but as i entered as though his innermost desire provoked;).. he asked me whether i had any pain on the area below the abdomen. I was like "No sir"...but then he wasn satisfied with the reply i guess,he asked me to move to the near by bed....had the curtains shut and to my horror asked me to “Strip!!”...i was like"doc!!u joking rite"...but the bloddy ass was serious...gay fuck...then i had myself strip and in my costume of a new born baby found myself facing him[so embarrassing]…then he asked me”Ok varun,now just breathe in and out”…I did it …then”Ok now just cough varun”,the reason he gave --it seems if u suffering from hernea u'll have kinda sweellin under ur abdomen that kinda bounces up n down,but the only thing I could find in that up and down motion following newton’s gravitational law was my____...but i was lucky i dint have any symptom of hernia......may be he wasn happy by the show,to make things worse he called upon few mbbs students(there was a huge queue of patients waiting to meet this guy outside his room…but as though he had all the time in the world..he went ahead with the proceedings…), luckily no females to consider me as a specimen...and that ass said something in hi-tec doc jargons to the students followed by the golden words”Ok varun,Cough!!”- I was their specimen for pratical study and the best part just to show that i was just a specimen NOT suffering from hernea...and the students ….the intensity with which they were trying to concentrate and spot the symptom,WAh!1!! kya dedication….asshole i still dont know y is that he couldn strip ,cough n show his students that he was a specimen not suffering frm it, then to my relief he said”Ok varun!! U can dress up now”…he continued his chat with the students…then he followed up saying”varun…u r perfectly fine…”…I was like …hmmm

Lakeshore Hospital,ekm –in short this a hospital where in all the delivery cases account for babies born with silver spoons,it has a helipad for itself….and me during a time when I was totally pichachatti edathu irikkuna samayam,got this appointment with this doc lazar chandy(quite a famous guy,he makes visit to foreign countries to visit his patients n all—filthy rich doc n great personality)…appointment done by my friend nitasha;)

This was during time I had really bad back pain….like pins piercing my back,at times I couldn even stand I used to get the feeling my back break into two n all,so thought of giving a visit to lakeshore,but I never knew it was such a cash consuming hospital till I reached there…to statrt with me went with blast on vikas’s bike and we tried to enter the hospital but the security dint let us in, for a sec I thought it was my outfit that was a problem, but then I was wearing college uniform…but the security said”Sorry sir!! No bikes inside”—vann teams…all hi -class cars in its’ car parking…then I made my entry to the hospital … I was like where am I !! is it a multiplex or something…they had a coffee shop inside it …a duty free shop…then a rent a car office…I was like “aliya!!!shaddi keera mathrem alla(not just gonna be banckrupt)…most probably will have to work as a compunder as all I needed was a white pant and white thoppi(Cap)”…but the receptionists out there…aliyaaaa vann babes….then I moved to the reception and checked for my appointment…the female[north Indian I guess] out there then asked me to make a in-patient card….normal hospitals charge u 100 rs or something max….but here if Im not mistaken 300rs ….but that turned out to be the cheapest service I was to receive from that hospital…then I marched on to chandy aliyans room…I entered on my turn and he then did a quick viva-voce on my background and wat I was suffering form…then I answered him and he asked me to move on to the bed…and he then asked me to sit up he took some kinda hammer with rubber top and hit on some spot on my knee and I found my leg jerking up…he confirmed that I dint have any disc problem—I was relieved…the he asked me to lie on the bed with head down and ass up…then he stated pressing on my back at different different spots and asking whether I was suffering from any pain…slowly he went down nd he asked me to let loose my pant then it happened …he pulled my pant down zoooom expecting a UW but unluckily it turned out to be one of those days I go commando….naari poye aliyaaaa….but then he asked me to take an x-ray and meet him later on…I don’t know y but I even had to do a blood test and urine test…blood test as usual was scary…hen I moved to the xray room…the female at the door quite a middle-aged one then asked me to move to a dressing room kinda thing…then she comes and stands by the door like one of those mistreses in the porn movies and said”remove ur shirt, pant and PANTIES”…I was like “ENTHU!!![Wat!!]”…she was like “o sorry sir!!remove ur undergarment and were that lungi and come over to the x-ray bed”….then she asked me to lay on the bed and she found that my body position wasn all that rite…then she asked me to let body loose and lay down..then she was adjusting my body…slowly she reached somewhere in between and was trying to adjust my pelvis I was kinda laughing and getting the tickling feeling[No perverted thoughts please!!;)]…she tried to adjust that part for some more time..but then I bursted out laughing, she got embarrassed I guess..she called up the male nurses to do it…then I never saw her…paavam….the x-ray was taken and I went to the doc and found out that my back tissues were weak then a list of medicines like buffet…and a bill that read almost 2000 grands…hmmm my last visit to tht place tooo….then I called up pillai…coz I was totally broke… to pick me up…..

Lot many experiences of this sought in many hospitals…..

emc-during amnesia,

lourde-when menon was admitted …sasi aliyaaa;)

PS:Pardon me for my native language{malayalam] instances