That's me and a NYC Taxi!
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Me and Team @ the Ball park
Me is all fuzzy at the back...but that's me nonetheless. Also featuring Team IBM and some Management!
American Pie!
America, to me, is all about being a huge Capitalist Nation, about NYC & LA, about F.R.I.E.N.D.S & The Sipmsons, a place where everything is huge...from groceries to trucks to buildings and finally where you can have a 1-800 number for everything...from Pizzas to Hookers(!).
And I finally got a chance to live this dream...at least a part of it when I arrived here last month on a Work trip. My first pleasant shock was when the Immigration officer at NY asked me if I was a TATA consultant and said 'Hey Welcome man!"
when I replied in the affirmative. The second was a scary shock where I had to argue with this huge cabbie in Boston to take me to my hotel...Man was I scared or what! Luckily for me I could escape to the confines of my hotel room without having to hear the worst part of his abuses. A grand welcome was at the federal office in Boston when I went to file for a SSN. The lady at the counter actually got up from her seat and bowed a 'Namaste'. Man! But also, I had a small bitter experience 3 days later when I had to go through a special security screening while flying from Boston to Richmond. Well. I’m really not complaining after what happened to these guys in 2001.
Boston really gave me the first taste of how huge these huge buildings can really get. Haven't you had the feeling of looking at all these postcard pictures of big American cities and wondering if they were for real? Well..I have. To me it seems
all artificial when I look at these wallpapers on my computer desktop. Besides I had the whole of three days to myself to enjoy moving around in Boston on the subway to see places like the MIT campus in Kendall, Harvard square, The New England Aquarium, Mass. Bay area etc. That was my first taste of being a tourist in this huge country.
New York...I had seen it in innumerable movies, heard great musicians singing odes to it...and finally my real American dream was completed when I went there last weekend. You cannot help being overawed by the first sights of the city as you enter it. Huge would be an understatement to describe it's scale. It is full of monumental structures, tourists, cabs...and filth. It is very much like Mumbai...maybe only the scale is much bigger. I'm sure I’ve had an experience of a lifetime. The only things I rue are not being able to stop to take pics of the Brooklyn bridge and not buying maybe what I think is the biggest cliché of all times...an 'I LOVE NYC' shirt!
Washington DC was totally unlike what I had expected...it's not nearly as big as what I thought it would be. But there's a whole lot of History in there. The Smithsonian Museums...and there's a whole lot of 'em.... were just superb. And I also had a chance to visit it the second time when we drove around the run-down areas.
Richmond, where I work, is picture perfect. Green, clean and filled with water bodies and fountains. It is really a pleasure to drive to work every morning and even more pleasure to get back in the evenings. And this is also where I got a taste of another American thing to do.... Watching a ball game. Our team went to see this minor league game at the local baseball stadium featuring the BRAVES...that was awesome. Baseball, beer and Hotdogs.... the ultimate combo...except for the fact that I had a burger instead of a hotdog.
Three weeks in this country and I think that these people are really lucky to have all amenities within their reach. Everything is convenient. But, I think that sometimes it gets a bit too sophisticated. They kind of miss the simplest of things. And they use way too much paper and plastics and consume way too much meat and cheese. I guess that's how they like it. But using all that paper is way too bad for the environment.... they like to keep their cities green while they eat into the resources from other nations. I'm not up for that Uncle Sam!
P.S.- I really didn't have a clue about how to begin or end this post. It's just that maybe I'm a bit too Overwhelmed right now with all the work and all the travel. And maybe cause I have way too much on my mind.... work, home, Bangalore..................
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
I-Day Rocked!
Well..In fact the whole weekend was a great one. Firstly, having 3 days off in a new city away from friends and family is not a very pleasing thing. Right now, I'm living very comfortably in a guest house with everything from food to Laundry being taken care of. But i know for sure that once I have to move out to a rented place, I will need all of the weekend to attend to Domestic chores myself.
Saturday morning was spent in lazing around...late breakfast and TV. Me and my roommate then left for a trip to the heart of Bangalore, it's main commercial street, M.G.Road. Although the malls, coffee place, restaurants and Pubs are much bigger and better than Mumbai, the pollution was twice as much too. We spent most of the afternoon and late evening in moving around Richmond road, Residencey road, Brigade road and M.G.road.
Sunday and Monday were a treat. I took the early morning train to Mysore. The weather was awesome. And the journey...even better..i did not mind the weekend crowd for once. Mysore was much cooler than I expected. Cold in fact. And the part of town that my Uncle lives in was superb ( I think I will run out of most superlatives I know at the end of this post). The entire city is spread out in elevated parts. Every part offers a great view of the others. The houses are all really well planned and Superbly built. Monday morning was spent in driving around the Outskirts of Mysore...especially the Hebbal area. This area houses most of the IT giants like Infy, L&T, Wipro etc. I wonder, why would youngsters want to leave a job after working in such a peaceful and beautiful place? I think it's because of the lack of things that we are so used to...Swish pubs, coffee places, Entertainment complexes etc. The Infy complex was a township in itself...everything beautifully organised within the boundaries.
I'm not really in a mood to get back to any work right now after a lovely weekend. But wil have to. Work is good too right now....So I won't mind it as much as I usually do.
Saturday morning was spent in lazing around...late breakfast and TV. Me and my roommate then left for a trip to the heart of Bangalore, it's main commercial street, M.G.Road. Although the malls, coffee place, restaurants and Pubs are much bigger and better than Mumbai, the pollution was twice as much too. We spent most of the afternoon and late evening in moving around Richmond road, Residencey road, Brigade road and M.G.road.
Sunday and Monday were a treat. I took the early morning train to Mysore. The weather was awesome. And the journey...even better..i did not mind the weekend crowd for once. Mysore was much cooler than I expected. Cold in fact. And the part of town that my Uncle lives in was superb ( I think I will run out of most superlatives I know at the end of this post). The entire city is spread out in elevated parts. Every part offers a great view of the others. The houses are all really well planned and Superbly built. Monday morning was spent in driving around the Outskirts of Mysore...especially the Hebbal area. This area houses most of the IT giants like Infy, L&T, Wipro etc. I wonder, why would youngsters want to leave a job after working in such a peaceful and beautiful place? I think it's because of the lack of things that we are so used to...Swish pubs, coffee places, Entertainment complexes etc. The Infy complex was a township in itself...everything beautifully organised within the boundaries.
I'm not really in a mood to get back to any work right now after a lovely weekend. But wil have to. Work is good too right now....So I won't mind it as much as I usually do.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
B.A.N.G.A.L.O.R.E.D.
Well..not literally...being 'Bangalored' is totally different....but In a sense, I've been surprised by the changes that have taken place in this city. After a very hectic last week in Mumbai, marred by the torrenatial rains and the following damage, I finally arrived in Banaglore last wednesday.
When you first come to a city as a tourist, the first things that you take in are it's sights and sounds. But knowing that i will have to live here for the next 12 months or so, the first things that caught me were not the sights and sounds...but the smell. When you come to South India, you just cannot miss the feeling of the aroma all around you. Not surprsingly enough, this city does not reek of filth or rot. The smell of fresh spices and Coffee are the first that hit you. It is very Obvious. Of course, the traditional shops selling freshly ground coffee powder are far less now as compared to the abundance of trendy coffee shops...there's a CCD or Barista round every corner..at least in the area I'm living in right now. Of course, as they say, 'A lot can happen over Coffee'. And fortunately, a lot does! Even the polluted air smells different out here...a heady mix of diesel and petrol (hehe).
I still haven't had much time to discover this city. It's going to take some more time yet. Once I'm done with Training and undertaken other travel and once I can finally call myself a resident of Bangalore (I definitely cannot call myself a BANGALOREite....that would be grave Injustice to Mumbai!), I will hopefully get a chance to discover this city.
Until then, it's back to the clinical confines of my work space.
When you first come to a city as a tourist, the first things that you take in are it's sights and sounds. But knowing that i will have to live here for the next 12 months or so, the first things that caught me were not the sights and sounds...but the smell. When you come to South India, you just cannot miss the feeling of the aroma all around you. Not surprsingly enough, this city does not reek of filth or rot. The smell of fresh spices and Coffee are the first that hit you. It is very Obvious. Of course, the traditional shops selling freshly ground coffee powder are far less now as compared to the abundance of trendy coffee shops...there's a CCD or Barista round every corner..at least in the area I'm living in right now. Of course, as they say, 'A lot can happen over Coffee'. And fortunately, a lot does! Even the polluted air smells different out here...a heady mix of diesel and petrol (hehe).
I still haven't had much time to discover this city. It's going to take some more time yet. Once I'm done with Training and undertaken other travel and once I can finally call myself a resident of Bangalore (I definitely cannot call myself a BANGALOREite....that would be grave Injustice to Mumbai!), I will hopefully get a chance to discover this city.
Until then, it's back to the clinical confines of my work space.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Smelly Story I wish hadn't happened to me
Late Wednesday evening. I was getting back home after a busy day. Got into a train at Andheri at around 10.45 pm and was pleasently surprised when I managed to get a third seat (Indeed a luxury even at that time of the evening). I thanked my stars....yeah things seemed to be going unusually well at the end of a tiring day. I didn't pay much notice to the others sitting around. The guy next to the window was fast asleep. I decided to catch a few winks too before I got off.
And then.....the seat beneath my hind shook.....or rather vibrated. Every bone in my body rattled.And before I could organize myself, a gaseous stench overtook me (and i'm sure everyone else around). For a moment I felt like I was in the initial stages of a long drawn chemical warfare conspiracy against mumbaikars in their trains. Yes, the (poisonous) stench hung around for that long!
Finally, disgusted at what had just happened around me, I promptly gave up my seat and rushed towards the door for a whiff of some fresh, polluted Mumbai air. Fortunately, soon after, Hardy called and the conversation with him helped me get over that sickening, gross feeling I had just experienced!;)
And then.....the seat beneath my hind shook.....or rather vibrated. Every bone in my body rattled.And before I could organize myself, a gaseous stench overtook me (and i'm sure everyone else around). For a moment I felt like I was in the initial stages of a long drawn chemical warfare conspiracy against mumbaikars in their trains. Yes, the (poisonous) stench hung around for that long!
Finally, disgusted at what had just happened around me, I promptly gave up my seat and rushed towards the door for a whiff of some fresh, polluted Mumbai air. Fortunately, soon after, Hardy called and the conversation with him helped me get over that sickening, gross feeling I had just experienced!;)
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