The day after

Now i knw how did Shahrukh got his six packs.... BY doing rafting n Kolad everyday from 8.30 to 12.... Gosh... in one day of rafting n i already have one pack.... one on abs, one on bums, one each on each hands and almost at every part of my body where its paining.. n its paining like hell!!

The tales of the trip will be posted later... when i reali have time to think and write.

Good time .... unexpectedly!!

ha.... in office at 3.30 am and pulling up my socks... gosh i forgot to bring my socks!! i will pull up my shoe strings then. Leaving for Kolad at 4. but thats what is coming... m here to write about what already came and went by in the last couple of hours!! wined white and dined less and met a bunch of some funny guys... (courtesy Tanvi!!!).

Some words for this girl called tanvi - my oldest friend in Mumbai whom i know fromthe very first day... stuck around with DNA Money and i guess will alsways stick around as long as i am here. ... ur friends whom i met today were really different from what i had expected but ya they were fun to be around... i guess i needed a few more minutes with them to really get into my groove and gel... And that was the reason that i was quiet. And surely, it was THE EXPERIENCE which was a good trade off for my plans to go to the disc.

And yes, thanks for cutting short that jeans into a short but i am still embarrsed in anticipation as to how will i wear that tomorrow. And ma'am Archana, i will have my vengeance for all you did at Ivy.... But anyway good that u guys were around, had a great time. Wish we all have many duch evenings together!! Will miss you tomorrow surely although your replacement's voice has already started lingering in the serene calmness of the DNA office!!

Trip tomorrow!!

Sometimes i feel that working in DNA Money is like being back to college ... same kind of friends, same kind of fun, same kind of ways of spending time and same kind of attitude towards the main work.... 'will not work'!!
Guys, DNA Money rocks... if you have never worked in DNA Money you are, for sure, missing something. Well, you cannot help either.... Everybody is not that lucky!! Is it not that everybody dont get a chance to go to space every second day or to the moon every weekend or for rafting on on the 13th day of July.
Well, unlucky you.... coz i am going and DNA money is going with me and Nirmal is taking us all... the organiser of the show. Nirmal Thanks to you......
He is the green goblin... the chotu of office, though he finds solace in calling me chotu as he loves to live in his fantasy world where he is taller than me.... but thats pardonable... coz god pardons everybody... and off late, i have started feeling like GOD!!
Let's see how the trip turns out to be..... i am sure to enjoy ... and make everybody have fun... the only thing missng will be Archana.... the most talkative girl in the gang whose head makes a lot of noise everytime she nods it in displeasure or disagrrement or even when she agrees on something... thats because ... ya u know... empty vessles make much noise. (Though she takes it as a mater of pride and a star on her countenance of honour in disagreeing to whatever i say.. even if I coin some interesting phrases to describe her personality... split personality, magnetic personality and what not... she, in fact, is personification of personality)
Anyway, if i write or if i talk i can go on and on and on everytime justifying Newton's first law of motion.... unless applied by some external force and now the external force is that my lungs are craving for a fag... a long passionate lonely drag under a tree at the backyard of my office.
Guys, wish u all a great trip and hope i have many such things to write once i am back.. my only fear is Pooja is coming along... if the raft cannot bear her weight then our picnic might turn into a long holiday of fractures and plasters!!!
Signing off!!

What the heck

What the heck.... wrote such a fantastic thing about my lethargy and my fag which accompanies me during the journey from home to office.... whenever i get up late in the morning and i m late for office, but nothing got published. May be Mr Blogspot doesnt find my emotions qualified enough to be read by even ME.

But no problem, i will be back soon.... just wanted to write that i started the day late and now thinking of excuses as to how should i give just one story and not two, as promised to my boss yesterday!!!

This is ridiculous... in spite of being an enginner turned reporter turned non worker, i still dnt know how to write a and save a blog. But i will be back with a bang.... (by the way... 'bang' in bengali means frog. So i will be back with a frog!!.... very soon)

And guys.... please paste some comments, even if that means publicising my level of random jokes on a 1 to 40 scale...
This will give me motivation to write further whenver i come to office everyday. Now a new realisation is dawning on me..... if i dnt give a story and keep on posting comments on people's blog or even in my blog.. i can actually pretend as if i am sincerely working during office hours... ha ha ha .... this is my first publicly announced Weaseldom (those who dnt understand weaseldom... no need to, just jump the bracket and read whats written after it as that is more important. And if u r really hell bent on knowing then read Scott Adams. N in case u dnt know who is Scott Adams... then go and commit suicide!!) n m proud of it.

Hey, m back to my blog... thaks to Tanvi, Pooja and Green Goblin...err... Nirmal (Chotu). These guys helped me discover that i had also created a blog some time back and then forgot bout it as i was least interested in blogging. Besides, while i write this, i still feel its a waste of time... but that again is a matter of time coz i used to think the same about Orkut as well.
So what should i write... hmmm..... its raining outside, and not raining inside, there is dark outside and light inside, i gave no stories today and kept on thinking about only one thing.....
Btw, i think i should get philosophical, romantic, crazy or just be normal.... gosh! i dnt even knw what am i writing. Just putting in stuff thats coming to my mind. If writing mindless and crazy stuff is what blogging is.... then i guess i can become a big blogger. But it will be like deceiving the name of my blog... MEANINGFUL.
So, like others i will write anything good or bad, humour or horror, thriller or filler - whatever i feel like. Only if next tme i remeber that i have a blogging id.