tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-113720322024-03-08T05:52:59.378+05:30Lost for words... and the last ones are here...[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-86836823079979165232013-02-10T01:34:00.005+05:302013-11-13T01:48:54.315+05:30The System Administrator
It wasn't until 1997 that I got my first computer. It wasn't my first touch with the machine though. There was this beautiful language called Logo which is now a childhood shrine. I remember when I was in class 3, our strict computer teacher Mr. Haque used to take us to computer lab and ask us to take off our shoes and socks and quietly follow him inside the lab. Computer labs had such [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-74712944546774615362011-09-21T01:20:00.001+05:302011-09-21T01:20:12.380+05:30Letters II
Dear Blogger-in-me,
It's our first meet this year. Lost thoughts need translation in you.
Stay intruding,
A.
Dear Last-5-years,
A roller-coaster swivels in a fixed path at least. You turned me upside down in whichever way you wanted. I got you though.
Stay vigorous,
A.
Dear Gurgaon,
I know you were forced to become a city. Be home to the visitors. Settle the dust. I can feel it [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com5New Delhi, Delhi, India28.635308 77.2249628.4123265 76.909103 28.858289499999998 77.54081699999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-1855497220585880372010-12-31T22:35:00.004+05:302010-12-31T23:38:37.445+05:30LettersDear Kerala, Miss your weather, greenery, hills and the beaches and lot more. Make yourself happen once more. Stay slanted, A. Dear Blogger, How many times I have promised you that you’ll get to see me more often? Thought translation in words is what I need. Stay active, A. Dear Facebook, You’re a part of life that I don’t really need. Get some more entertaining apps next year, Okay? [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-21935685295172495022010-09-23T11:49:00.003+05:302010-09-23T11:52:41.591+05:30Old scribblesJust went through my pages on some of the old sites, I had registered and forgot like Myspace, WAYN etc. Something I wrote back on Myspace then:Sunday, March 30, 2008 <!--[if gte vml 1]> <![endif]--> Random Current mood: <!--[if gte vml 1]> <![endif]--> amused Financial year coming[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-6602873069168258332010-08-25T23:31:00.000+05:302010-08-25T23:33:01.146+05:30HellGeneral asshatsCircle I LimboThe PopeCircle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy WindParents who bring squalling brats to R-rated moviesCircle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & SnowCapitalistsCircle IV Rolling WeightsBill GatesCircle V Stuck in Mud, MangledRiver StyxReligious PeopleCircle VI Buried for EternityRiver PhlegyasBarack ObamaCircle VII Burning SandsNarendra ModiCircle IIX Immersed in [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-77331838272569756812010-03-03T08:27:00.006+05:302010-03-03T08:38:51.748+05:30Last ClassI had my last regular class as a regular student on 15th Feb, 2010 5:30-6:30 PM at the Auditorium. It was Strategic Marketing class by Prof Chandradeep Mitra. The class was about discussing the strategy by which Indian coffee was made popular in international markets. It was a combined class for both the sections. I sat with Virapandy ,may be in third or fourth row from the start. I had a class[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-57242402377842675362009-12-11T00:05:00.000+05:302009-12-11T00:06:15.355+05:30Unanswered QuestionsIt's funny that I like to do things when I know exactly what little I can get. It's even more funnier that when I don't know what I will get, I still get on to do it and I get what I don't really expect. I know that I know a little of this world and by far I've been a pawn that has been ably supported. What lies ahead is question meant for strategists, forecasters, planners and the likes. Funnily[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-65286618816391752392009-12-10T01:49:00.003+05:302009-12-10T13:56:23.892+05:30Shades of LifeLong train journeys force you to think, either by lack of any excitement nearby or the sight of meadows, hills, rural people etc. make you philosophical. I recently made a two thousand six hundred thirty eight kilometers long journey from an idyllic Malyali town to the plains of Bihar. It wasn’t most stimulating of the journeys but I met an interesting set of people who led different kind of [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-75403479678763224722009-08-14T05:29:00.003+05:302009-08-14T05:36:08.804+05:30Random Morning Post5:31 AM, August 14!I have no fixed time of sleeping, waking up, studying, eating... I just love this unbridled schedule! Once I pass out of this place, I would lose this freedom and become more organized. May be that's better, may be that's not. Stomach-aches are so irritating.5 days to go and I'll be done with this trimester. I won't plan ahead, there is so much to do at the moment.[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-59399694981177072252009-07-17T05:50:00.005+05:302009-08-16T07:33:37.443+05:30The Invisible Barriers You refers to someone who is normal and sufficiently social. We is a set of such people. You go around and you meet people, hundreds of them, all unique in their own special way. You like some, you don't like some and most of them fall in the gray zone. Still you are with the set of people that you've chosen whether its friends, partners, shopkeepers whatever. Do we actually choose the people [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-29438983634256123312009-06-16T21:17:00.004+05:302009-06-18T15:25:15.700+05:30Leaving BehindI generally don't like to hear to womens' talk but sometimes I just have to. It's not boring always. I was in a cramped up office last month for an internship. It was a govt. company with big files, red tapism and creeping slowness in every process. There were ladies working there for last 25-30 yrs and on the verge of retirement. They talked about everything but mostly it was centered around [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-75168550944762243102009-02-17T02:39:00.002+05:302009-02-17T02:46:42.574+05:3025<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-47947285595901847562009-02-02T03:37:00.009+05:302009-08-16T07:33:37.443+05:30DaysCaged in glass walls, he was hopping from one end to the other. They paid him and he got poorer. He was seeking solace, to pass his days, unperturbed in a silent shell created by himself, for himself. It is not exactly the unbridled freedom one hopes for, there isn't any as we all have history and future to deal with. He hasn't got any company as he walks on a path where there are many [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-16545885405841990932009-01-16T19:11:00.005+05:302009-01-23T01:00:08.714+05:30The Four Good Guys<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-33774677784769884522008-12-20T01:08:00.000+05:302008-12-20T01:10:59.552+05:30.I just called it quits. :([Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-73735280195588300322008-11-14T19:59:00.001+05:302008-11-14T20:06:18.307+05:30A JourneyI feel bemused as I sit in my comfy room on top of a Malabar hill and type this out. It has been a scintillating journey which sprang surprises at every instant. The run of events over past two years drives me crazy when I sit and ponder about it. Tomorrow it will be one year since I left my first job ever and it seems it was eons ago. When I joined, I was in a regretful mood for not being able [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-54184846796213108282008-11-11T03:39:00.009+05:302008-11-14T22:23:03.507+05:30Of Fading Memories, Cricket & MoreI remember standing in a crowded school bus somewhere in the 1996 summers when I overheard someone saying “India has finally got two good players- Ganguly and Dravid”. Today one of them decided to call it a day and few others who have been omnipresent on television screen are going to do it soon. I’m not a big fan of Ganguly or Sachin or anyone (except Lara) but I’m more worried about the void [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-23442227167020817372008-11-01T04:43:00.007+05:302008-11-01T05:04:59.900+05:30Changes and Celebrations<!--[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]>[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-80261852445793337992008-09-14T05:48:00.005+05:302008-11-01T04:59:55.118+05:30Another NightIt is just one of the innumerable night-outs that I have done after coming to K.Most of them were by choice owing to my weird sleeping schedule but the present ones are forced. I have been sleeping in two shifts- one after lectures and another from 6AM to 8:30AM types. This time I'm awake due to the impending final exams and the mammoth untouched syllabus which is springing surprises every time I[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-466597634998743582008-09-13T04:23:00.003+05:302009-08-16T07:33:37.444+05:30Quixotic DreamsIt was pretty fast. I could still hear the whooshing sound as it passed by. Some things accomplished and some left to desire, fair enough, the game is not yet finished or rather it has just begun. In the game of life, you never know where exactly you stand because you don't know when it will come to an end. It's difficult to make precise calculations about what you've got and what you need to [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-54488643937766529632008-05-28T01:21:00.006+05:302008-05-28T01:34:47.604+05:30InsomniaFrom facebook minifeed, Amod joined the group I Stay Up Late and I Don't Do Anything Productive.1:15amDoesn't it say it all?! It all started in class XIth, when I stayed up late to study for engineering entrance examinations. College was the place where this insomnia blossomed and remained so ever since then. Gossiping with friends, taking long walks in the dark, tea, coffee, internet, chatting, [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-72544355165639161372008-05-21T18:18:00.010+05:302008-05-22T13:21:55.089+05:30H-lifeHYDERABAD MEMOIRS Dusty streets of Madhapur|My home with 3-side balcony|Parties@ Café Latte | Flashy Biking at Jubilee hills, road no. 36 and Banjara hills|Traffic Police haunting|Frequent trips to McDonalds at City centre (often with Nitesh)|Get-togethers at IIIT|The Ayyappa society road for daily shopping|Parathas@ Rajasthan Food House|Cousin’s trip|Trips to Bangalore for interviews|MMTS, [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-42378823529110178602008-05-16T13:52:00.003+05:302008-05-16T13:55:01.103+05:30sinkingX: ok wish our 3 yr old frenship ended on a better note but i hav to be slefish at dis point of time me: i wish it never ended ok[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-25442322178132758492008-04-29T12:54:00.003+05:302008-04-29T13:14:58.497+05:30TriviaTagged by Naresh!1. LAST MOVIE YOU SAW IN A THEATRE:Krazzy 4! Quite Krazzy, was good as long as it lasted.2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?Everytime I hear this question, I feel like a duck! Whatever I read is on net.3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?Chess, always, forever! After Bhavesh introduced me to Baba's chess, I am quite hooked on to it.4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?Refer #2!5. FAVORITE SMELLS?Coffee. Petrol too[Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372032.post-49434030023783121482008-04-07T16:14:00.001+05:302009-08-16T07:33:37.444+05:30The 80s boyThe 80s boy is at crossroads. When he grew up enough to understand his surroundings, he saw light-bulbs, scooters, telephones( where you put a finger in and rotate till the end, causing a zirrr sound), none of them functionally existing now. The 80s boy was sent to school where he learned and made friends. Every morning he watched his father with his squint eys, who woke up leisurely, did his [Amod]http://www.blogger.com/profile/07329805400272836124noreply@blogger.com7