Sunday, 7 December 2008

Dancing with leaden feet

Some people are born with leaden feet. I am privileged to be a part of this gang. My legs simply refuse to move and firmly latch themselves on to the ground...refusing to obey my mind's order.

But for some reason...dancing makes me happy and watching people dance makes me eager to join them and make a fool of myself. I guess there can be no worse dancer in this world. So, when I decided to join my friends at this salsa dance floor..i knew how things would unfold. 

I reached the place with great apprehension. I was in a way kicking myself for being so enthusistic earlier about joining them for a salsa experience. I went in to find some really awesome dancing couples and it made me all the more nervous. I reached the spot where my friends were chiling out and enjoying the music. My friends urged me to join them and taught me a few basic salsa steps. I made a mess at the floor but my friends were accomodating enough to cheer me up. I thoroughly enjoyed every moment and thank everyone for making it a wonderful night.
 
Though my feet are still made of lead...I guess I would dance again!

Thursday, 16 October 2008

Nostalgia continues.....

Just as I finished writing the previous post and was looking back with nostalgia over my Infy life, my team-mates mailed me this old chain mail recalling the gud ol' days :-).

I had forgotten to lock my PC and what followed was 'mayhem'.....

Approach – Bottom to Top, as Usual :-)
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From: Abhishek Rao Ayyagari
Sent: Tuesday, July 25, 2006 10:39 AM
To: Ashrith Barthur; Hemalatha; Swetapadma Paricha Patnaik; Harshdeep Singh; Ashok Jakka; Om Prakash Sharma; Ashish Gupta; Aditya Gupta; Ganesh Ananth Mallya; Srinivasa Pavan Kumar Kancharana; Sumitha P; Revathy V.
Subject: RE: Marriage invitation

Inside info…..seems like Veda Reddy happens to be from Manipal. So the relationship between Ganeshji and Vedas goes a looooooooooong way back :) :)
May God bless the couple

Cheers’
Abhishek

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A Non Conformist In the Making!!!




From: Ashrith Barthur
Sent: Tuesday, July 25, 2006 10:34 AM
To: Abhishek Rao Ayyagari; Hemalatha; Swetapadma Paricha Patnaik; Harshdeep Singh; Ashok Jakka; Om Prakash Sharma; Ashish Gupta; Aditya Gupta; Ganesh Ananth Mallya; Srinivasa Pavan Kumar Kancharana; Sumitha P; Revathy V.
Subject: RE: Marriage invitation

Veda reddy… Nice name Ganesh Sir!!.. now associating the respected madam with a wrong person like Abhishek is really unacceptable .. :) anyways… please do not forget to call us for ur marriage wt Veda Reddy sir!...

Ashrith Barthur
EMEA Division, RBS
Bangalore DC



From: Abhishek Rao Ayyagari
Sent: Tuesday, July 25, 2006 9:41 AM
To: Ashrith Barthur; Hemalatha; Swetapadma Paricha Patnaik; Harshdeep Singh; Ashok Jakka; Om Prakash Sharma; Ashish Gupta; Aditya Gupta; Ganesh Ananth Mallya; Srinivasa Pavan Kumar Kancharana; Sumitha P; Revathy V.
Subject: RE: Marriage invitation

Gud Morning guys,

I am really sorry to disappoint you all. The mail sent was a trial version, rather Mr Ganesh was practicing to send his marriage invitation (which has been due for long)

Now comes the very important question, who is ‘Veda Reddy’. Ganesh pls don’t be shy and enlighten us :)

Cheers’
Abhishek

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A Non Conformist In the Making!!!




From: Ashrith Barthur
Sent: Friday, July 21, 2006 12:08 PM
To: Abhishek Rao Ayyagari; Hemalatha; Swetapadma Paricha Patnaik; Harshdeep Singh; Ashok Jakka; Om Prakash Sharma; Ashish Gupta; Aditya Gupta; Ganesh Ananth Mallya; Srinivasa Pavan Kumar Kancharana; Sumitha P; Revathy V.
Subject: RE: Marriage invitation

Congrats abhi!! Finally u also have switched sides!! Now there are very less people on our front… I am getting a little apprehensive here..!!!

Ashrith Barthur
EMEA Division, RBS
Bangalore DC



From: Abhishek Rao Ayyagari
Sent: Friday, July 21, 2006 11:21 AM
To: Hemalatha; Swetapadma Paricha Patnaik; Harshdeep Singh; Ashok Jakka; Ashrith Barthur; Om Prakash Sharma; Ashish Gupta; Aditya Gupta; Ganesh Ananth Mallya; Srinivasa Pavan Kumar Kancharana; Sumitha P; Revathy V.
Subject: Marriage invitation

Hi all,

Please make it to my marriage on the 14th of August 2006 with Veda.Reddy
She works for Intel as a chip designer.

The marriage is taking place at

Sri Srinivas Reddy Kalyan Mantappa
C.N Road
Off Banjara Hills Road
Hyderabad – 600 078

Please plan in advance and also plan for a lovely gift (books will be wonderful) .

I will book your accommodation once you reach Hyderabad.
Loosing it bit by bit :) :) :) and still enjoying it

Thanks,
Abhishek Ayyagari Rao

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

Change!

Too many things have occured over the last few months. I quit my job recently, finally made it to a B-school and trekked the Garhwal region of the Himalaya. A year back, I was perhaps leading what I call as a "clichéd life"...no real fun..no adventure..no learning. Guess all that has changed now and as I prepare for my next phase as a student I feel nostalgic over my life in Infy. It has been "some thing".

Quitting Infy
I love Infy. It has been a wonderful period in my career where I worked with some amazing people, made a lot of friends and I did learn so much. More than anything, Infy has been about several unforgettable memories.

In no particular order....
a) Filter coffee gal - Meeting this lovely (of coz crazy) lady at Infy courier desk. We met under crazy circumstances, conversed as if we were bosom childhood pals, shared our interests, and shared our childhood. Oh yeah, we hit real good. And just like it happens in some movie - a twist in the tale, I moved to a different country, she moved to Uncle Sammy's place and as He wud have it.....things changed. "U finish second!", was the verdict from the lady. Oh! How I hate everything about the US of A :-). I definitely miss those good old days....yeah I don’t deny missing her :-) but I guess we move on. As they say....if it has to happen…It will.

So here I am, left with memories of a small girl barely able to reach the kitchen stove..standing on a chair and making filter coffee for her dad and uncle (as told by her). For some reason, it always makes me smile!

b) Partners in Crime - My partners in crime in Infy - Ganesh (My 1st manager), Harsh, Kodappa, Adi, Subbu, Guru and Sri. We cribbed together...ogled at girls...helped each other at EVERYTHING....shared every joy and sorrow. Incidentally every one of this small gang is in a different location now. But as they as say, Distance doesn’t matter....I must thank these people for helping me and for being there.
c) My Team - Most of my Infy life has been spent working for 1 project and luckily for me I was involved in building it from a very small unit to quite a huge unit for my company as well as my client. I guess we were the best team on the floor. ...the noisiest bunch...and we had a lot of fun. Oh yes, I learnt how to handle a team, sort out real bad fights between team-mates and handle loads of pressure. My receding hairline wud vouch that fact :-)
d) Meeting NRN - While in college, I had read an article about Mr. Narayana Murthy.. NRN as fondly call him describing his life's journey. I guess since then I wanted to be a part of Infy. One day, I was leaving to Chandigarh for a vacation and was waiting to board my flight. After a while, I realized that I was standing the wrong queue and just as I turned back, I saw NRN standing just a few feet behind. I got so excited and wanted to somehow speak to him. So I stood beside the queue, waiting. NRN was animatedly conversing with an old gentleman. I waited for a chance and said, "Excuse me Sir, I am Abhishek and I work for Infy. I am so happy to meet u here" (or something of that sort). He turned towards me and keeps his hand over my shoulder. We got talking for a few minutes and then he wished me luck before he left. My joy knew no bounds and it remains one of my treasured moments.
e) Meeting Rex - Rex Harrison though my client was more of a close friend. He to me is the only jovial Brit in the land of tight upper-lipped Englishmen. I remember the first day he came to meet me in Edinburgh. Just as any other English workplace, ours always wore a quiet & serious look. But then, walks in a fat, bald man with a booming voice, shouting my name at the top of his voice "Where is that young man, Abby". Everybody on the floor turns to look at this guy..shocked!...but thats Rex. I had a great time working with him...excahnging views of our culture and our views on life. He was always fair towards my team and never tried blaming people. He told me how he scaled high walls to meet his gf with whom he is now married for nearly 30 years. He adores Lady Diana(Lady Di as he prefers calling her). And I do get tempted to conveniently ignore the fact that this giant of man who started his career much before I was even born.....loves chocolates coated with nuts and computer games...which turn him into a kid :-). I always tease him that his wife definitely has a tough time handling 2 kids at home (Rex and his son Ryan). For that matter even he never shies taking a dig at me. One fine day I had to skip a meeting since I wasn't feeling alrite and went to the dormitory. As my team mate conveyed this to him, he said, "u better go and check if Abby is really sleeping alone or with someone else"?


f) My Infy campus - The campus wherein I have spent the last 3 years has been a witness to my journey. I have spent so many lovely moments here..be it reading for my exams in the library late into the night or be it sipping hot chocolate in the night sitting in the middle of St. Andrews square (pic above)or be it spending time with my pals....the campus wud preserve these memories for eternity....Evergreen!



Monday, 28 July 2008

The Bakras

Every gang has them. Without them the fun is incomplete coz they are the life of the party. They make u laugh till u cry. They are lovely people who can sustain any amount of eve-teasing..leg pulling and everyone screws them left right and center. They are the famous 'Bakras' of every friend circle. We might tease them...bash them...eat them..rape them..yet they are ever-smiling. They don't take anything to heart. They show their love unabashed, bring in a lot of energy into the night and make everyone in the gang feel alive.

I met one such pal of mine after ages...reason being a friend's marriage in Mavelikara, a small town in Kerala. I was transported back to the person i once was ...in Pondicherry. I realize that that "me" is still alive..but hiding somewhere deep within. I dont remember laughing so much..dancing so much..talking so much. I laughed till it my stomach pained.

Where are those fun and frolic filled days....when all I used to do was pay my customary darshan to our chai-addas.. our cool-joint adda serving hot samosas ...the chat waalas...the local bajji waalas and talk until the mosquitoes remind us of a place called "Home". Things have changed so much...meetings with ol' friends is a rarity. Not that am buzy..but so much has changed. Though technology helps us reduce barriers..still that personal touch vud always b missing. I sometimes find the mobile phone so very ridiculous coz all i want to talk about is that meaningless talk...that "youthful banter"... chit-chatting..gossipping about everything in the world other than "How are you..howz life..howz work". I mean, are these conversations meant to be with your bosom buddies..crazy ain't it?

This trip has made me feel very nostalgic....feel alive. Certain moments like this cause an unconscious smile appear on one's face...and i have been inadvertently smiling the whole day. I hope such moments do come more often. Thanks Mr. V for everything. I love u machan :)

Sunday, 13 July 2008

Be Born Everyday!

Came across this wonderful Titan ad featuring Aamir Khan.



Reminds me of my gud ol friend.."Dharma bum" as he is known more popularly :-P. My relationship with him goes a long way and i guess since those early days he is someone i look upto. He defies conventions in every possible way. From his looks to his acts to the way he leads his life...he walks the untrodden path. He has has his weaknesses(who doesnt)...some of which I sincerely hope he overcomes....again he vud have his own logic and even if the world comes against him....he vud take them all.

He is an inspiration and makes every person whom he comes in contact with...Think!

Friday, 4 July 2008

Postcards from Kodagu

There are times when I crave for reliving the past. There are so many memories attached to certain places that I feel very emotionally attached to these places. I love most teashops in Pondicherry for they used to be my hangout places, courtesy my “Wills-lifestyle” friends. Kodagu or Coorg as its called is another such place and the trip was as good as it can get.

These flowers were shot at the home-stay we were put up in...an excellant guest house i must say. Also, the food our hosts provided was simply mouth-watering. :-)


These pics have been taken at Nagerhole national park & on our way thru Waynad. The fragrance of Eucalyptus, the rains, the greenery...was so refreshing!

The picture of the Budha along with his associates is my personal favorite :)






Talacauvery, the birthplace of River Cauvery. The mist adds to aura..simply "Divine"!

Coorg landscape captured from Raja's seat, Madikeri








Iruppu falls: Summer or monsoon....this place is a must visit.

Thursday, 5 June 2008

As it is....

Its one of those days when u feel very lonely. Everyone is busy with their own lives and there is no one to hear u...talk to u...lend their shoulder. I am reminded of this lovely lil fella who happens to be my colleague at work and a gud friend of mine. 'Colleague' is probably too derogatory a term to describe our boss-teammate relation. He is a very good friend of mine and I think I am a bit protective about him....maybe thats y i call him a kido. I always associate him with Calvin ..a real life make of the Great cartoon character. I have had great conversations with him and I remember everything like it happened yday. He always lends me his ear and never shies away from sharing his opinion. He is just one of those lovely souls who lend u their time and can do anything for u...am short of to describe him more.

I was all set to return back home from Scotland and though I had a week to go, my heart was already in India, after all it vud nearly be an year long wait. The cold, dull December nites of Scotland were just getting too boring for my taste. I was itching to come back home...bangalore..meet my friends and explore the mountains. This young fella comes home to wish me luck and spend some time with me. I remember it being a Friday and Friday is always associated with drinks at my place. So, my friend is drunk by midnight and we continue talking and gazing at the stars. He was very happy for me and wishing me luck but I knew that he was pretty upset that I was going. His eyes told me whatever I wanted to know. Here I was, dreaming about a future with the invisible love I seek and completely oblivious to the love I am receiving.

Sometime 'Silence' tells it all. Words become too cliched and u understand the complexities of the human mind without a single spoken word. My friend taught me to love unabashed and express it without any fear. My dear friend, I thank u for being there and accepting me in spite of my shortcomings.

Thursday, 3 April 2008

Zipped..err Unzipped

Disclaimer: Any coincidence to anyone living or dead is purely a figment of your imagination!
A couple of years back, a weird thing happened to a friend of mine, lets call him 'Suppandi'. After spending an agonizing hour in Bangalore's famous traffic jam waiting to release the liquid in his underbelly, he finally reaches his swanky workplace. Suppandi rushes to the men's room, avoiding his friend's(Muniyandi's) angry call for breakfast, priority being the inexplicable urge to relieve himself. After all when u gotto go...u gotto go. After experiencing the 'nirvana', Suppandi zips himself up, only to find that his zip chose to pop onto his hand. Suppandi being an otherwise ingenious mind could not think of a single idea to save himself from the awkward situation. Here he was, tie clad, shirt tucked in, holding his trouser's zip.

Now, Muniyandi (whom I shud probably call a life-saver retrospectively) enters the scene. He starts buzzing Suppandi urging him to finish the loo business ASAP and relieve him of his grumbling tummy. A bit about Muniyandi- He is our hero's partner in crime, a complete ladies man- very sincere when it comes to making them feel at home. Suppandi had no option but to tell him of the 'critical' situation. Muniyandi advises him to tuck out the shirt and remove the tie and start acting cool. Grumbling, Suppandi does so and made his way out, looking out for prying eyes. As luck vud have it, our hero Suppandi presumes that every girl's eyes were upon him. As Suppandi walked back to his cubicle, a brainwave hit him...."SAFETY PIN". He reaches out to Muniyandi and begs him to check out the nearby shopping complex for safety pins.

After an endless....agonising wait, Muniyandi rings up saying that the shopping mart doesn't have any. Now our hero - Suppandi is devastated! As he sat raking up his dead brain, Muniyandi comes into the cubicle and hands him 2 teeny weeny safety pins which he managed to secure from 1 of his many girlfriends. Suppandi controlled his urge to kiss Muniyandi, after all he did not want him to be considered gay by the ladies. Suppandi asks his friend how he managed to get those pins ...did he tell the girl of Suppandi's situation. Though Muniyandi vehemently denies, I believe Suppandi still doubts Muniyandi's noble effort considering how 'open' Muniyandi gets with girls. Now our hero, Suppandi fiddles around with the pins and came out looking like a soldier returning from a battle...''All smiles''.

Now it was time to start the day's work. As Suppandi starts to sit down, those goddamn pins chose to pop out. Apparently 2 teeny weeny pins found the pressure from the belly too much to handle. Suppandi quickly sits on his seat and assumes a casual countenance. He messages his life-saver (Muniyandi) and pleads him to use his charm again. This time, Muniyandi's attempts were a failure. As a last hope, Suppandi casually asks the girl sitting next to him if she has a safety pin and oh-la-la, she magically came out with a bunch of strong beautiful, stainless steel pins. Our hero accepts them with glee and rushes back to the confines of the men's room. Now, he huffs and puffs to get the pins into position. But sadly he is not experienced with the subtle-ness involved in making those appear invisible on his pants, they were jutting out of his trousers -visible to the whole world.

Our hero again calls upon Muniyandi for help. Now to the grand finale, Muniyandi stands outside the bathroom and instructs Suppandi on how to use the safety pins. "Get those pins from inside out and then in"-he says. Our hero cud not really understand, after all he understood only the world of C...unicode.... machine code..Java beans..coffee beans..zeroes-ones! Muniyandi gets so bugged that he nearly barges in wanting to take the 'matter' in his hands. Suppandi had to use all his managerial skills to keep Muniyandi out. Wonder vot those fellow loo users vud have thought.

After an agonizing, traumatic, backbreaking hour, our hero and his partner emerged- ''Victorious''!

Looking back, both cud have used the services of a clothing outlet in campus..a 5 min walking distance from their building. Alas, they were born with the brains of a software engineer.

Outlook matters!

The wise men say, your outlook matters the most. I have come across several such sayings but it never really sunk in..until recently. My work involves long travels, nearly 4 hrs everyday in a local train. And like everyone else used to comfort, I used to crib at everything from Chennai's sweltering heat to the crowded local trains. For some reason, I decided that enuf is enuf and I will not crib and I shall try looking at the brighter side of travelling in a local train. To my surprise, travelling by a local train presents a plethora of opportunities.

Nonsensically speaking U can,
  • enjoy the wind blowing through your hair (provided u have some)
  • guess whether the girl sitting nearby is single. Imagine u'rself play different roles out of a masala movie..falling in love, winning the lady's heart, fighting the bad men and living happily ever after
  • try overhearing vot the girl nearby is speaking into her swanky mobile phone. I know it is tough- going by how softly women tend to talk into their cell phones....coochie-cooing their way with some lucky bum and oblivious to the fact that there is a smart, charming, macho guy sitting..err staring right across
  • distract the young couple nearby and devoid them of their privacy. I believe that local trains are a prime destination for privacy craved love birds, now that parks are strictly No-no. U can sing, make funny noises, strike a conversation with them..anything under the sun, until of coz.... u dont get ur balls kicked. Recently I happened to try something myself. Being the chatter box that I am, I started a conversation with this old colleague of mine, soon to realize that his lady love is giving me the shut-your-gob glances. Yet, your top priority shud be to efficiently utilize your time..nothing else matters :D.

Seriously speaking, U can

  • restart some of your old hobbies. I am glad that I have picked up my Hindu crossword again.
  • pick up your long neglected reading.
  • Observe people from different quarters of life. Some of the conversations u can end up having with unknown wise men/women can be very interesting. Observe the love around. I recently had the privilege of observing an elderly couple. The care showered by the man towards his lady is a lesson in itself to all of us.
  • watch vendors woo the women and the children alike, selling their wares with aplomb. Future MBA's-no better way to learn than by observing the vendors.
  • Several other things, organize your thoughts for the day/contemplating on the day's events-lesson's learnt/catching up with loved ones...the list is never ending - Only if one sets his heart to start 'thinking' and not cribbing.

Let your imaginations run wild. Experience Life!

Numero Uno

Through ''In search of'', I intend to create a medium which would enable me to think, laugh, meet new people and experience life.
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The purpose of life is a life of purpose - Robin Sharma