down n out.....

Friday, June 30, 2006

Yes, I am taking a break from blogging.

Yes, it has been great to see your comments on my comments on recent matters, but my time needs to be spent elsewhere.

Yes, work calls.

Yes, I'll be back - but not anytime soon.

Yes, watch out for my IM status messages to change to "I am back!" [but don't hold your breath].

and Yes, I will miss this [and I will miss you all].

khanna

50th post on MY BLOG

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Hey its the 50th post on my blog.. so i thought to go off the track for a while.. Heres a bit of humor on my blog.... Found it while crapping on the net.. and thought it worth putting in my collection... heres the anecdote.....

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A Mom comes to visit her son Kumar for dinner…..who lives with a room
mate, a girl named Sunita.
During the course of the meal, his mother couldn’t help but notice how pretty Kumar’s roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between the two, and this had
only made her more curious. Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Kumar and his roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom’s thoughts, Kumar volunteered, “I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Sunita and I are just roommates.”
About a week later, Sunita came to Kumar saying, “Ever since your mother came to dinner, I’ve been unable to find the silver chutney jar. You don’t suppose she took it, do you?” K
Kumar said,”Well, I doubt it, but I’ll email her, just to be sure.”
So he sat down and wrote:
Dear Mother,
I’m not saying that you ‘did’ take the chutney jar from my house, I’m not saying that you ‘did not’ take the chutney Jar. But the fact remains that it has been missing ever since you were here
for dinner.
Love, Kumar
Several days later, Kumar received an email from his Mother Which read
Dear Son:
I’m not saying that you ‘do’ sleep with Sunita, and I’m not saying that you do not’ sleep with Sunita. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her OWN bed, she would have found the chutney jar by now under the pillow…
Love,
Mom.
Lesson of the day : Don’t Lie to Your Mother………..especially if she is Indian!
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Abhishek khanna

Krrish.....


KRRISH ....
A must watch....

Well well well.. what can i say.. the first india movie to start superheroes in some realistic manner... But still very appreciable effort.. it takes lots of effort to make such a movie with some adorable special effects...

Krishna alias Krrish (Hrithik Roshan) lives with his grandmother in a hilly place. Since he is blessed with high IQ and other extraordinary qualities, his grandmother wants to protects him from the world. Enter the heroine of the movie Priya (Priyanka Chopra) who is on paragliding cum adventure trip to the mountains with her friends.In comes the love of his life from a parachute. And he falls in love with her.Priyanka as Priya does a convincing impression of a pretty gal with no brains – all she does is look wide-eyed, flutter her well-mascaraed eye-lashes, and squeak with fear, and emit oohs and aahs in appreciation of being saved. Krishna being the epitome of manly man, advises her to close her eyes and hang-on to him tightly and all will be well. And she does. Like she falls from the tree and he falls for her. Apparently she lives in Singapore. Director sahib one question, why Singapore??? She could have been from Bombay also. No, why Singapore??

Well , the most likable part apart from Krissh's special effects was PRIYANKA CHOPRA...If i say Femme Fatale.. .it wouldnt be an understatement...I suddenly started liking her..!!!

He is not the first Indian Super Human. Mithun and rajnikant have been doing the same tricks since decades. The movie starts where this Krrish fellow is studying in the same school where his dad studied. Now he is super duper intelligent. And Rekha is his grand mom who is over protective. He is stud. Runs faster than horse, climbs fasters than monkeys, catches fish with his hands, and hits the ball so hard that it breaks the rock (but the ball doesn't burst), also he is super intelligent and does the homework of 3rd grade students, although he is in 1st grade.

To say about the rest of the cast,Naseerudin Shah was good.Rekha's makeup was over done and so was her acting.And I dont want to waste any precious bytes by writing about Priyanka Chopra.The songs sounded really good in the theatre.But in the end it was Hrithik who saved the show and the world.. and it was worth sitting in a corner in the first row right under the speakers.

I spotted various endorsement of brands just to keep me occupied during the movie: Bournvita (gets also mentioned in a dialogue), Tide, Lays Chips, Hero Honda, Bombay Circus, Samsung and Star TV.

Although this is not a scintillating film, it’s still a very watchable one. I predict Roshan’s going to recover the millions he’s spent on this one.

Jhatka Mix.. it happened once

Monday, June 26, 2006

Disclaimer: All incidences , charcters and placs in this blog are REAL .. and everything happened just before our correspondent Happy singh.. but few names have been changed to protect the privacy of the people involved...
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Once upon a time it happened to gattu....This is a guest post from him...

" Hey , we are going for the movie, y dont u join us" , appared on the screen....
I dropped out of his chair.... my eyes popped out of their sockets... hands began trembling... Then the golden words of my tau resounded in my head.. beta Gattu ladkiyon ke chakkar mein kabhi mat padna... bahut pachtaoge...I calmed myself back..controlled my emotions , and typed back.. mmmmm i will try to reach in time... then it appeared on screen...ok if u are not free , we can meet up later.. waise only me and N are going... OOOOOOPSSSS wat i was doing...i suddenly got back to my senses... i wished my tau was here with me... i would have told him.. Sir ur theory about girls Suck...
I pressed the emergency button and typed back.. oh no sure i will reach there....

Man Man Man , I am meeting up with a girl I met on internet !This is it.This is "When Harry met Sally" happening.You see , I am so excited , I hardly know what I am saying.I am just so excited and flushing..err..blushing.

Oks she wanted me to turn up at 4 at PVR.. gottcha... movie in the dark on the first meeting...how romantic.. i am already sweating...!!! Suddenly tau reappears in my thought bubble... gattu beta...bachke rehna... i brush him aside... PVR... waaow ... i had a dream from my child hood.. when i grow up and earn lots of money.. someday i will go to PVR for a movie.. but this day has arrived .. but on my dads money !!!!
I really like this idea of waiting for her sitting outside PVr on a pavement..Pavement where real india is.. where we can see the reality of life...
sweaty office goers , paanwallahs and urchins in striped chaddis.It is so close to real India.It is all right.I am feeling ok.And tau can be right sometimes....

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The Venue... PVR..XYZ puram

I stand leaning against a big pillor.I knew I should have been a little less eager.I reached the place 45 minutes before the appointed time.And after half an hour of waiting , I am feeling not-exactly-euphoric.But just 15 minutes more , and a cool breeze will come breezing into the station , white clouds will waft in and float around my ankles magically , rose petals will fall from above , four well fed violinists will jump out of a metro and start playing "My heart will go on" and then she would walk in , with the breeze playing with her hair and a shy smile on her lips.Suddenly , my tau crops up in my imagination.He is wearing a white kurta pajama and has a dull brown shawl wrapped around his shoulders.He is sitting on a rocking chair.He looks at me with a deadpan face and says "This kinda stuff happens only in movies".... God dammed i am already running late... by this speed i will barely make it by 4 :10... ufff

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Finally i reach there at 4: 35 ... God save me today.....

It is time.She should be roaming around here .. pobably on a killing spree.. and maybe i am the next one....I stand up straight , check if my clothes look ok , if my shoes look ok , if I look ok.Nothing looks ok.My tee shirt is crumpled after I had to sit between those gorilla clones in the metro on my way to here.My shoes have got so dirty , it looks like I am just back from playing soccer , and scoring two goals too , in some african mudland , and I dont look ok due to natural and biological reasons.I look around for a beauty parlour and a plastic surgeon in this PVR complex .TAu zooms back in my imaginations.His back is towards me as he waters the plants in some garden.Then he looks back and says "You look like god's mistake ,GATTU".
TAU , you just dont know .Girls dont fall for looks.They dig inner beauty.I am a Miss.Universe , internally.My intestines and kidneys are beautiful.
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Would GATTU find love again at this place ? Is this the start of yet another love saga ? Can gattu prove his tau wrong ?
( To be continued )....

LITTLE MANHATTAN....

Sunday, June 18, 2006


WHAT A CUTE MOVIE!!!!!!!

Positively, absolutely adorable. Highly, highly recommended,with no reservations or warnings.... that is, if you like sappy sentimental when it works.
It was like reliving the awkward, painful years of your childhood--and being reminded of how good it feels to finally grow-up.I loved it... laughed and cried through the whole thing like the babies at heart that I am...Little Manhattan appeals to anyone who remembers what it's like to have a first crush."Put my heart in a blender and turn it on high." And that's just the kind of angst you experience as Gabe tries to interpret each facial expression, wondering: "Does she love me? Oh no, she hates me!" What guy hasn't felt that way about some girl? The inside-his-head only monologue is reminiscent of a young Abhishek khanna.. a few years back!!!.

How many movies try to capture the true essence of love? There are great tragic ones like Braveheart and great heroic stories like The Princess Bride, but how many truly good movies capture every emotion involved with love? The upsides, the downfalls, and without any over exaggeration or over-the-top scene which would never really happen in real life.....

The difficult times I had balancing between basketball with friends and the girl I was hot for, the constant playback in my head whether or not the kiss was too aggressive or just plain shocking; the good ol’ psychological immune system in the form of a voice in my head – “there’s other girls out there; she wasn’t that great anyway; she had a big nose;….”; the great ‘I won’t answer the phone if she calls’ act until the phone actually rings, then faster than lightning, it was picked up and to my ear; the defensive mechanism in response to predicting a dark future – “who cares, I hate you anyway!” And of course, the sweaty palms. Yeah, this film was about first love, but it was also about love in general which was evidenced in the end during the great dialogue between Gabe and his father – the words left unsaid. We knew Gabe would pour his little heart out to Rosemary, but never did I expect his father to bring old stuff out of storage as well.
A sub-plot of the film is whether Gabe's estranged parents will rediscover their first love. No spoilers here; you'll just have to watch the movie.

Flaws notwithstanding, Little Manhattan works because it brings all of us back to our own Rosemary or Gabe, that first "puppy love" that pulled back the curtain on the joys and sorrows of coming adulthood. Here's to an enjoyable walk down memory lane.
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Summer Training...

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

5 weeks down, half of sixth also passed by, still i am in middle of nowhere, and if you ask me what am i doing here, probably my answer will be i dont know...Factsheets say i am actually doing summer internship in Diesel Locomotive Works , varanasi , Its the major and almost sole manufacturer of Diesel locos for Indian Railways..and probably i am working in an area , in which i will never work in my life time, sheer tech, and to make it from bad to worse, its sheer mechanical engineerng Shit Tech.And i am damn sure of one thing, its probably wrong place for a person like meeeee..Its the much more technical thing then i ever thought in my life....

Actually i think i made it sound bad.. Mechanical engineering is not so bad of course..but i know Heavens forbid, if anyday i am jobless , homeless, starving, and going thru hell, i might think up of taking a core job before comitting suicide...

Well well.. there is hell lots a things to learn here.. seviral thousand parts are there in a single engine, taking the least number=4 drawings per part.. it runs into lakhs.. ufff...but hey .. we have not even looked at a single drawing.. or anything like that...

On a more serious note... well training is going great... If you know about training in DLw.. you probably know what are we doing here.. if not . to main apni tareef apne muh se kya karun..

But well there is a large croud of all kinds a people doing training here...chotu motu lambu patlu, all maggu types, adventerous, second yearites third yearites, guys gals.. ( gaals!!! ya kahin kahin hoti hain SHE- Males mechanical engineering me... so dont be exited too much.. and do somersaults in ur chair..yahan bhi wahi hain..)

Thinking of it, however, makes me wonder about something. In a big crowd of total strangers, what kind of a person would one be attracted to talk to, as in the person profile u r more likely to be at ease with at conversation initiation. For women, one thing I can surely say is getting to talk to another women around is rather simpler, so gender bias is a sure thing. Then, it'll be something about the body language of the people around. Happier, smiling, easy to go, talkative people are the types easier to talk to for a start right? I think i'd get to some research on this, till it's time for the next meeting. Seeya.

Abhishek khanna

mmmmmmmmmmmm

Friday, June 02, 2006

.Right now (3:00 a.m) my room is the most uncomfortably warm room ,with lots of blood-sucking mosquitoes which have effectively made me get up and write this.The all-out is rather ineffective somehow ( i believe mosquitoes have fun with it, a beer party every night)t. This post might be considered a result of frustrations due to physical and mental discomfort at this moment.

I have always realized there is a problem .I have come across people in my life who can so easily talk to strangers or people whom they are meeting/talking to -for the first time.It seems as if they have known the person for sooooo long.I really envy these people because I can't talk to people that easily until I have a topic or atleast some reason to talk to them.It could have been sorted out if it was just that but the real issue is that there are people who bring out the worst in me-and seeing their attitude I just don't mind it,and there are very very few who actually bring out the best in me.Now this took a lot of courage to write 'cause I feel everybody should control the way one is and should not be governed by what effect others have on him/her.But this is the fact and that is how it stands.This is precisely one reason why at so many times in my stay of three years here I have felt out of place .What I do here is what best I can mould into in the present situation which makes me really really irritated.I have known people I would have loved to talk to for hours ,to exchange views ,to know people better (that is what I enjoy the most) but for the above two reasons this does not happen and I suppose in the near future shall not.
I have tried to sort out the first problem by being a little extrovert - by speaking things I would in other normal circumstances would not....which has not greatly improved the situation...rather landed me in deeper troubled waters (Is that a phrase!).

My stay in IT BHU has not been of victories or laurels or achievements but just and just of experiences -loads and loads of them.Knowing and dealing with all kinds of people ranging from those who float in the seventh sky to those who have their feet firmly grounded ,those who befriend you with just a smile -to those who shall never smile,from those who are endlessly witty to those are dumb..from seeing people who are like me to those who are like you....Seriously speaking the only attitude which works here is- 'I can't care less attitude.'But I feel bad for all those who have missed an opportunity to know someone who could have added something to their lives.Tough luck !

I was thinking sometime back ,if only I could read what my Mom or Dad or Grandpa were like when they were my age.What did they think ,then? What crushes they had? What all went into their minds?That would have made for really-really interesting reading.This is one thing I have decided,I'll let my kids and my grandkids read all this shit that I write or all whatever I have written.:).

Sometimes the unseen /unknown makes you happier than the sickening/rigid present.

I got to sleep now...even the mosquitoes have.....
By the way what noise does a mosquito make...the nearest I could think was like that of a fly ....which gives the title for the post.
(with ideas from unknown source)