Gurukul

Post 5 months of training in Mysore, I find myself suddenly thrown into the chaotic city of Pune.  Settling in to the new place is a lengthy process and I’m still trying to understand how the city maps out.  Any pointers to some really good places to hang out within and around the city are welcome.  I would appreciate if you do not point me towards places of historical importance.  I can find them by myself.

Among all the things that I enjoyed in Mysore, the thing that I enjoyed most was the opportunity to write and express.  My stint as the editor in chief of the Infosys Mysore newsletter was a brilliant experience on the whole.  I got to read the general public’s psyche via poems and articles and I crap you not, 90% of the trainees are lovelorn, dejected, suicide risks.  I was mind numbed by the the sheer amount of emo poems and stories that I had to proofread.  MY perception of the IT industry as employing the high IQ demographic took a few upper cuts and a left hook to the jaw.  Knocked out cold.

But a great experience overall.  Made the whole experience of training a lot more enjoyable with all the characters on my team.  Training per se was a massive farce.  Seeing that I got trained to work in Open Systems and find myself being trained to work on a Networking project instead.

Most of my team mates spend every waking hour studying to ‘get better’.  No one will ever be able to pay me enough to take my work home. Period.

My new target is to write a book.  I don’t care if anyone reads it, or doesn’t read it.  I don’t care if it’s published or not.  I just want to write a book.  To do so would be phenomenal and I have given myself a couple of years at the most to achieve this.  Otherwise it’s a chillum, a jhola and dum maro dum.

On that note, if anyone can help me score a couple of T’s in Pune, help much appreciated.  Do drop a line if you can.

EDIT:  This post was conceived a long time ago.  Now I am financially incapable of hanging out in Pune.  Alcohol is expensive, petrol is platinum and time is money.  And I have none.

So all hail.

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Blogging, for long, has become a luxury which I cannot afford.  The day when I can sit in peace and go through my official mail is rare.  Sitting on a machine and actually typing meaningful sentences seems like a chore.  It’s like a person sentenced to solitary confinement being let out amidst a crowd of overtly social beings.  Or a rehabilitated smoker stepping into a hookah lounge.  Recipe for disaster.

I’m having immense difficulty stringing two words together but this post must come up for the sake of write.

Speaking about official mail, the team that succeeded me on the newsletter in Mysore are increasing their rep as A-list spammers by managing to spam my 200 meg inbox each and every day.  And they manage to roll out killer editions to boot.  Credit.

I feel like a noob writing a first blog.  This is awkward.  Like a conversation with an ex.  And the shorter I cut it, the better.

Return shall be made.  Later.  At a more appropriate time.  I need to get accustomed to civilisation.