50th

Thank you all for keeping up with my boring and lifeless blog for so long. This is the 50th Post. I was thinking of something worthwhile to fill this up; the F1 season's started, watched the race. Missed the God.

The first GP in my life without the God behind the steering wheel. No Scarlet Machine with the no 1 in bold black, no shining Red Helmet with small stars, no M Schumacher on the positions listings, No MSC on the grid positions, No MSC on Jean Todt's headphones.

It was totally different. It's like watching Cricket without Tendulkar. Golf without Tiger Woods (though i doubt how many of us even follow golf). A newspaper without words. That's how I see F1 without Michael Schumacher.

Most people would just write me off saying there were greats before him and there will be more great racers coming. But look at it this way. He's the reason I had started watching F1. A man who can get his leg fractured in an accident mid way thru the season and still end up finishing 5th overall. He's been the great of my generation.

You grow up watching Sachin Tendulkar playing those flawless cover drives and you see Rahul Dravid hitting the same shot. Isn't there a difference? You can pick out Sachin's brilliance. That's how it is for me. Raikonnen overtaking someone in a corner and Schumie doing it. The result is the same, both the balls end up in the boundary and both of them end up gaining a position.

But still, you can see the difference. Sachin and Dravid. Michael and anyone else for that matter. No comparisons at all.

He's the God of my generation, he'll be the God for the generations to come. No one can ever be more aggresive on the field. This man starts at the back of the grid. On P22, an hour and a half later, he's so casually sipping some $5000 Champagne bottle standing on the Podium. Not many can do this. He can. He is GOD. Simple as that.

Good Racers come and go, great men come and go. GOD come and go. Not many remember the good ones, a few would forget the Greats.

Not even the Goods and the Greats can afford to forget the GOD.

My First Paycheque

Well, not a cheque. But my first pay.

I've been wanting to blog about this for a long long time, never got around to do it.

Brace yourself to this. Ever since I passed my CPT (read 200 mark obj paper for CA foundation) apparently with decent marks (121/200 with negative markings), I had been on the look out to join an auditor for my articleship.

Ok here goes, the Chartered Accountancy Institute feels it's necessary for every student who passes the CPT to undergo 15 months of articleship, where you have to work under an auditor. I thought working would be fun. Saying that I'm gna be working tomorrow still sounds cool according to some. Well, if this is what I have to go through for the 13 more months, I really regret choosing this line.

Sitting in front of a completely outdated system (Win 98 , celeron) for 5 hrs at a stretch doing THE most monotonous job (Data Entry) is definitely not my cup of tea. The worst part is yet to come, I get paid peanuts, Literally. Hate it completely. But I guess I have to go through if I wna make my dream resume come true.

So coming to my first paycheque, yeah cash. It was an amazing feeling. To get that brown envelope in my hand;All those hours spent on travel, trying to get to a place on time (for a change), that time spent waiting for the computer to restart after a marathon session of ctrl+alt+del. All of it seemed to rush back into my mind. For the first time in my life, I felt that the money coming into my hands was money well earned by me. I truly deserved it.

And I blew some 400 bucks on a single day, never been more hurt ever before. Even when I've spent lots of cash before I started to earn mine.

It's been 2 months now, I've been paid 2 times. It's a completely different feeling. To be able to experience it at this age makes it even more great.

RTFF

Roof Top Film Fest.

A simple congregation of peeps who are very specific about what movies they watch and who they watch them with. A roof top fest to be organised in Chennai. True blue English classic/great/awesome (and all other adjectives) movies to be screened. Make sure you go through the comments section in that blog to view the movies that might be screened. And you're more than welcome to suggest some movies of your own. The more the merrier. You can visit the Wiki here.


You can write/tell/sms/(whatever form of communication you can come up with) all your friends who would be interested in watching some real good movies with people who might just share the same views as you do.

There's nothing more for you to do except register and visit the wiki often to keep yourself updated.

You're gna be cursing yourself if you miss this...

Could've Drowned

Roger Waters performed this sunday (18th) in Mumbai. I asked my sis loong back if it was possible for her to get me tckts and all was well until Rapecase didn't wna go. So I couldn't go too. After watching a bit of the actual concert on Headlines Today, all i felt was " I cud've been there".

DAMN!!!

It was pure Magic. I've been a Pink Floyd fan only for the past 2 years. But after I watched P.U.L.S.E, i really couldn't fail to see how one can't be their fan. It was AWESOME. Bleddy awesome. Even though this concert in mumbai might not've been another P.U.L.S.E, it still was magnificent just to look at on da Idiot Box.

I could've been there.....:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((

Food for Thought

The recent trip to Kodai, Trichy, Karur, Guruvayoor and Palakkadu has left me none the wiser. But it's helped me realize somethings and here they are:

a) 6 people can NOT fit into a Santro, no matter how lean they are

b) Food in other parts of TN are very cheap when compared to Chennai. Not even once did our food bill cross 200 bucks for 6 ppl. AND my Bro and I were hogging like there was no tomorrow.

c) Waking up at 1.30 in the morn is definitely not fun. Even if it's for a trip to see Lord Krishna in one of his million avatars. Guruvayoor shows Lord Krishna himself sleeping...gggrrrr

d) CBSE books give a very bad depiction of the term "National Highway". A particular NH in Kerala (Name hidden for security purposes) leads to streets as wide as Ranganathan Street. And they call THAT a National Highway. Sheessshhhh. Another "Only in India" pic i guess

e) Do not underestimate the power of a Roll Camera. It CAN bring out good pics.


Food for who's thoughts?..Depends on who reads this.