tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60195552024-03-23T11:23:07.098-07:00I.B.C.D- Indian Born Confused Desi :PTitle self explanatoryDineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.comBlogger323125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-28667186279530509382015-01-18T04:02:00.001-08:002015-01-18T04:02:20.116-08:00
I have a daughter...
Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-91722476515331840422013-02-12T04:44:00.002-08:002013-02-12T04:44:49.455-08:00
The last entry I wrote was almost three years ago. I do not have a clear list of reasons of why I stopped. Somewhere along the line, I stopped feeling the need to document my life. I suppose a lot of people dropped blogging in favor of social networking sites (faster response, known audience, immediate gratification) but I went the other way. I also quit Facebook and Orkut. I have onlyDineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-59665252607935237972010-04-24T07:16:00.000-07:002010-04-24T07:17:26.006-07:00I have a blackberry :) - a gift from the wifeDineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-64331568754603989702010-04-19T07:10:00.000-07:002010-04-19T07:46:11.593-07:00I've been guilty of not posting anything on my blog for close to a year...which is ghastly considering that its been a year filled with signicant moments : I bought my first car, fell in love and travelled abroad. I even managed to get married in the end.While it gnaws my soul to no end that I failed to chronicle anything, I can only offer one feeble excuse: Work. Work that began by gently Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-82511685281873906622009-05-22T05:46:00.000-07:002009-05-22T05:48:24.829-07:00Read this and then thisDineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-77171068735888719182009-05-10T07:05:00.000-07:002009-05-10T21:33:47.468-07:00 Sitting in my car listening to “Ek Lau Is Tarah Kyun Bhuji Mere Maula…” , watching the wipers idly clean my windshield as the rain drops trickled down, I felt shiver of delight. It’s funny how music makes everything seem so poignant, so surreal. The yellow haze around the streetlights, the pedestrians scurrying towards shelter, the dog curled under a broken down truck, people with umbrellas Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-56275219908224449172009-05-02T20:31:00.000-07:002009-05-02T20:34:03.900-07:00What I really do when I stay back late...Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-51442036861225749902009-04-05T00:55:00.000-07:002009-04-05T00:57:48.169-07:00Before my sister and I went about cleaning out our house, I visualized myself writing a sentimental blog entry, an entry of remorse, of faded memories that came to life, of regret of a life that turned out different from what I’d imagined. We were after all going to rid the house of all the furniture, the vessels, the books, the photographs, the electronics, the clocks, the clothes, the curtains,Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-48666692306121046612009-01-07T08:39:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:43:18.243-08:00Introducing my best friend and brother, Ali :-)http://themonkwhosoldhismonastery.blogspot.com/Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-38393361850016990472009-01-02T21:10:00.000-08:002009-01-03T07:47:31.347-08:00I knew I’d made a mistake by turning up at office on the 2’nd. Given that it was the Friday following New Years Eve, I only encountered lonely chairs and empty cubicles. In a way, the sight was a relief. While I’d often had doubts about my career choice after I joined an IT firm, I remembered this was why I opted for IT in the first place. If Thursday or a Tuesday was a holiday, you could be sureDineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-44151744185099318052008-12-14T05:51:00.000-08:002008-12-14T05:55:54.053-08:00I'm facing something of a mental block when it comes to writing something original. I think a lot of it has to do with the crazy long hours at work but I'm hoping it will clear soon. (Scary thought, am I a writer pretending to be an MBA? Or an MBA pretending to be a writer? Or do I suck equally at both?)Here's a speech by Bill Watterson that I love:OME THOUGHTS ON THE REAL WORLD BY ONE WHO Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-25291655643461149542008-11-07T19:46:00.000-08:002008-11-07T19:48:13.547-08:00He took the words right out of my mouth...Click HereSigh...I'm old...Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-23848749766220030452008-10-07T02:40:00.000-07:002008-10-07T02:41:22.185-07:00It looks like the next update could take a while. A certain lethargy has crept in. I’ve been in no mood to write for the last few weeks. Besides, these are difficult times for my family.I’m in Noida now, determinedly pushing for a transfer to Bangalore. Until that transfer I am going to remain in a state of suspended animation. After an extremely hectic initial couple of months, I’ve been Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-35848979897409346832008-10-02T11:06:00.000-07:002008-10-02T21:30:14.336-07:00A nice video on the sub prime crisis. You've got to love British Humour :-).Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-75038597022070120862008-09-24T22:20:00.000-07:002008-09-24T22:44:02.304-07:00This is a picture of my mother and father in England, just after they got married. Amma was not more than 21 years old at that time. Appa was about 28.Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-89557864248979308952008-09-18T05:31:00.001-07:002008-09-18T05:44:45.281-07:00so now what? Where do we go from here? I'm just tired, so very tired.Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-22786296863657739462008-09-08T21:17:00.000-07:002008-09-08T21:23:37.789-07:00In my fathers cupboard lie about dozen dhotis or veshtis as we call them. Faded white and mildly stained, they are fairly unremarkable in appearance. To a layman they might even appear to be flimsy, ageing bed sheets. They are soft and comforting to touch and as I walk, I can imagine the wind fluffing up the fabric as it brushes softly against my legs. There are few garments that can provide the Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-25520847735412120922008-08-20T03:31:00.000-07:002008-08-20T21:26:56.857-07:00Go Waiter!Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-76396600056543981132008-08-10T01:58:00.000-07:002008-08-10T02:00:47.267-07:00The 'Thotho' is a uniquely Bengali ceremony performed on the evening before the wedding. Representatives from the bride’s house visit the house of the groom’s in their best clothes, their arms laden with gifts. They cascade inside in endless cheerful waves, laughing, joking among themselves and loudly calling out greetings to everyone from behind the towering piles of gifts. A happy buzz fills Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-52430655441538561462008-08-06T06:36:00.000-07:002008-08-06T06:38:18.149-07:00Apologies for not updating...I've been caught up at work and I do not have an internet connection at home. I'll try and post my next update by the weekend.Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-73884201213500402692008-07-07T09:36:00.000-07:002008-07-07T10:03:59.744-07:00When I look back now, at my arduous struggle with the national language, I must admit that I still have a long way to go. When in school my understanding of its vocabulary and grammar was so poor that my Hindi teacher labeled me an “Angrezi (Englishman)” and then washed her hands off me. With its complex rules on gender the language never ceased to seem alien to me. Thus each time an occasion Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-27234113961679580802008-07-04T19:23:00.000-07:002008-07-04T19:24:32.026-07:00It’s been an eventful week. There are about fourteen management trainees and we’ve been more or less treated like royalty in the company. All the attention has frankly made us quite uncomfortable. Everywhere we go we are told that the organization expects a lot from us. However the exact role we have to play is still a little vague :-)We’ve been battered with psychometric tests; Tests on our Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-65604554334104721212008-06-29T11:20:00.000-07:002008-06-29T11:21:51.122-07:00And thus my vacation comes to an end :-). I leave for Noida tomorrow to join work. I’m a little excited , a little anxious and a little sad…Wish me luck. I’m going to need it :-)Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-11413788119940813692008-06-26T17:43:00.001-07:002008-06-26T17:53:15.696-07:00Part 3 (Please scroll down for the earlier parts)Winter came early to Ghaziabad that year. From strolling around in shorts and cut off vests and sweating into the bed at night there had been an imperceptible shift to full sleeved shirts and light sweaters. Blankets began to be pulled out from the cupboard. The roaring coolers without which the summer days and nights in the hostel had been Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6019555.post-76108914469553068122008-06-21T10:15:00.001-07:002008-06-21T10:16:27.499-07:00I have about 7 days to go before I join work and I must say I’m glad this vacation is coming to an end. Three and a half months is just a little too long to have to oneself. I have no regrets about the way I spent my time. I traveled all over the country, played tennis, spent time with family and friends, read dozens of books and wrote quite a bit. I’ve done a fair bit of introspecting too.It’s Dineshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14527289197960509947noreply@blogger.com8