Monday, May 29, 2006

Tee time

My tees/jerseys are getting some attention in the boring blue uniformed company I'm doing my internship in. The other day one of my guides said, "Abe tu Cadbury Gems waale colour ke tees pehen ke kyun aata hai?" .The other guide said, " What is this colour? Lilac, Purple?". I promptly replied, "When I had bought it, it was violet. Then I was on mission rainbow." Understandably so, as my football jerseys that I wear to work don't come in intricate patterns or sober colours that might be acceptable to them.

The best part was when the Divisional Manager came on a visit to the lab, looked at me and asked,

"Hmm so what are you upto today?"
'Sir, MS testing and all..'
"Hmm why are you wearing clothes like you are roaming in college?"
'Sir, I don't have a prescribed uniform."

Apparently they expect me to turn up in a formal/semi-formal shirt. Sadly with the World Cup just round the corner the exact opposite is going to happen. Just pray the shining bright orange of Holland goes well with them.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006

The sun is same in a relative way but I'm older

I turned 22 yesterday. It was scary for a while. 22 is not the age immortalised in songs; limited to 'solah-satrah' or even a 40 year singer singing about being 18. Only thing there is, is Catch 22, and that's not good.

Then I turned to the newspaperss. Dennis hasn't grown old, neither has Calvin. Then Spiderman and Superman are also the same, albeit a bit older. That made me happy.

Cartoon characters and/or superheroes don't grow old. They remain the same.
Amen.

Monday, May 08, 2006

Boring discourse on boredom

You can't imagine the kind of resolve and patience it takes to blog from an umcomfortably small cyber cafe cubicle with a stubborn ball mouse and a cranky faded keyboard. Sit down, don't clap. One hour is a hell lot of time to spend online specially if you are supposed to pay the same amount for an hour or less. So here I am.

This summer I'm supposed to do my training, or internship if you like to use a more refined word. Thanks to the TATA's, there is no dearth of companies at home that can bear with a bored 'metallurgist' with nothing else to do for one summer. After weighing my options I chose this company to torture, and as of now they are ready to let me do it. It's been tough convincing them though. Very tough infact.

Now, the office is located within walking distance of my home, walking distance being anything around 2kms. It's a difficult job walking that far in 42 degree heat, but thanks to the glorious past of playing cricket in midsummer, I can happily bear with that. The thing that hurts though is having to wait in the AC waiting room for an hour or more at a stretch, with virtually nothing to do.Which brings to me to the most important point -- what do people do/think while waiting?

I took a look around at the magazine/newspaper rack. Same newspaper as the one I comprehensively read in the morning. The rest were business mags, on which I'm not very keen though it's scary how my peers lap them up with glee. I decided to revise the paper. Then I decided to count the number of alphabets in a line, a paragraph, the article. I stopped there and made a rough estimate of the total characters in the page and chuckled at my super intelligence. Then I got bored again.

I've had a heavy dose of Sherlock Holmes since my childhood. Right form the abridged stories to the complete works; it's all been covered. I decide to do a Holmes and try and make decisive observations about the people that come around. The closest I get to is guessing a guy who came in to be the postal guy, and he was carrying a Blue Dart bag. That wasn't pretty smart.

The clock moved like a sloth, even slower. Finally I got a phone call from the HR lady.
"Sorry Nikhil I can't find the guy incharge. Please come again tomorrow."

Damn!

PS: In hindsight this was better than the ordeal I have to go through now : 9 to 5. Later maybe.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Nostalgia-Life at IITB : a short video






This video was edited by Ankur along with Ankur Shah (both passing out batch 2006) and Krishna as the man on the bike. Some of you, those who haven't been to IITB anyway, won't have any idea of what's going on so I'll take it upon me to explain. It's basically the footage of a bike journey from the main gate to Hostel-13 (yes that infamously famous multicrore hostel) via all that's in between. Simple as that. In between you'll see classroom shots, profs, OAT before PAF etc. etc.

Firstly the extremely poor quality of the video, entirely my fault, would seriously hamper your opinion about it. So I plead you not to do that and if possible get to watch the original video to get a grip of the idea and the execution. Only then you'll be able to get to see the synchro of the audio and video, something that took quite a while to do. Things like the first bump co-inciding with the first bumper on bike, marching sounds when the students go past running and few other minor details would go unnoticed. But the upload limit that youtube gave prevented me from uploading the original decent quality video. So I had to encode the video, crawling through manual pages of mencoder, linux groups and what nots to finally reduce the size to less than a third of the original.

But then it was never meant to win the short movie award at Cannes Film Festival, so I guess putting up something was better than putting nothing. I've done my bit of explaining because apparently it's been linked on some site (thankyou to the site people by the way for doing that) and the poor quality is affecting the opinions of people. Now it never claims to be the flame bearer of what IITB means to the world so I don't see what's putting off people as such. Still if you'll strain your eyes to watch a youtube video in which Aishwarya Rai drapes Oprah Winfrey in sari and feel all proud about that, then I guess I can't say anything more.

And you wonder what people do after exams get over?