D.I.Y. (5 things - Week 45)

D.I.Y. It means 'Do It Yourself'. Well, at least it should mean that too.

And why DIY you may ask. Well, my headphone's right speaker gave out the other day and I had to make a choice. My first option would be to give it a few hits, shake it a bit, check if it starts working. If not, I'll scrap it and go for a new headphone like I've always done in my life. But due to the present financial situation of limited resources and no emolument, I was forced onto the other option - of trying to fix it myself. Hence, DIY.

It was a nice experience to say the least. And now, I'll go and tell you about a few such experiences that I've had till now.

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1. Remote Controlled Car

Throughout my early school years, I used to envy my friends who had uncles in the Gulf. These uncles had a habit of bringing goodies for these nephews. Goodies like pens, sunglasses and watches, but more importantly toys. I used to bemoan my luck of being born in a Uncle-living-in-the-Gulf-less family. But that all changed when a friend of my father, who worked in Gulf, came to our house one day. He had with him a remote controlled car, which was presented to my bother, sorry, brother.

Since we had explicitly agreed terms on not using each other's toys recently, I was deprived of the use of the said car. Anyways, I was free to use it when he slept, and it was during one such instance that the front wheel got stuck. I performed some DIY there. If you want the result in one sentence, it would be that my brother still holds me responsible for destroying his first remote controlled toy.

2. CD Player

I've this habit of hearing music while doing work, any work. I've music blaring into my ears right now. That issue can, and will, be the topic of a post one day. Anyways, this DIY happened when I was in 11th I think. One of my new possession was a China made CD player. And like you would have guessed, it suddenly started developing hiccups one day.

This was how I came up with the First option that I mentioned before. I hit it with my exam board, more than a few times. And with that it was dead completely.

Well, that what my parents think. It still worked with hiccups after those hits. Then for some reason, I decided that throwing the cricket ball on it would make it work. That, truly was the end of it.

3. Project X

No. Project X is not the top secret mission I worked on for the ... Oh.. Never mind. Project X was a competition item I participated in 2010. The aim of the competition was to design a vehicle to travel around a circuit. They gave us four wheels, some thermocol and two big magnets to get the work done. Excellent work from my teammates ensured that we had a decent specimen to present for the challenge.

The problem arose when they started putting humps on the track and our bot started hitting them and stopping. While my friends went over to take up the issue with the organizers, I decided to some DIY. To this day I remember my friend screaming 'NOOOOOOOOO!!!' as I tore off a chunk of the thermocol on the front of the vehicle to give it a more aerodynamic shape. Needless to say, our vehicle refused to move on the track after that, and I had a hard time convincing my friends to forgive me.

4. Unicorn Bike

No, I didn't do a DIY on a whole Unicorn bike. Actually, this story is not even about a goof up of mine. This was carried out by my juniors. They owned among themselves two Honda Unicorn bikes. And one of these bikes was not used [Again, a whole another story by itself]. And on one fine Sunday evening, the working Unicorn was found to have been stuck with a case of a flat back tire.

Being a bunch of adventurous people, these five men, led by a Mechanical Engineer none the less, went ahead to perform a DIY. They removed the back wheel from the bike that wasn't used, and put it in place on the working one. They did a very commendable job, with just one little problem. The wheel wouldn't budge on its axis.

5. Rain check

If you would remember the very first post from 5 things series, for the fifth point I said, "for the present future, I don’t have a fifth point to tell you?". It's the same case now. Sorry.

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Let me say this out loud, as I think that's the only way I would go ahead and write these two posts that I've been undecided on for quite some time. On 10th February, you'll get the part 27 of this series, which was supposed to have come out during the first week of October. And on February 14th, you'll be getting back-to-back posts. One post will be the usual 5 things post. The other post will be on 'The SEVEN stages of LOVE'. No points for guessing why I'm releasing it on that day.

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Let me present to you two mutually exclusive items before I take your leave.

My friend : 'Dude. Remember. Beggars can't be choosers.'

Yours truly : 'Well, in that case, I'm a very choosy beggar.'

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Well, that's it for this week.

You all have a great weekend.

'til next week.

Follow up advice (5 things - Week 44)

People always say that the toughest thing to do in any field is to get an opening - have the first hit, if I may use that term. But from my personal experience, the toughest thing is to handle your first flop. We have had instances of so many one hit wonders that I don't feel a specific need to create a detailed list of it. If you need one, let us take the example of this blog itself.

I wouldn't call it a one hit wonder now, but there was a time when I was afraid to write the next post because people appreciated the last one. I put upon myself such unnecessary pressures that I shrunk away from my writing. I know that that in itself is crazy, but you know me na.

And I'm pretty sure this is the case with most of the things in the world. If you are putting yourself under the scrutiny of the public's eye, you'll be forced to perform at 110%. Always. And unless you are a superhuman being, it is impossible to perform at such a high standard. And even the superhuman beings we know and adore, have come up with their fare share of duds.

Again, coming back to the case of this blog, I've been warned and advised a number of times that writing every week is suicide - that people will find most of the posts to be stale, and whatever good post that I would write in between would go unnoticed. And they have.

But do know why I still write weekly?? It's because if I don't write weekly, I would lapse back to my old habit of not writing at all, as I wouldn't want to bring forth unworthy posts into this world. The only reason that I'm writing good posts here is because I'm writing every week.

So, again from my personal experience, if I had to give you one advice this week, it would be this. If you love doing something, keep trying without fearing for the result. It might be awesome, it might be sh*t. But all that matters is that you did something you love.

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Talking about things I love to do, one of my favorite pass times is to give advice - ask any of my friends. I won't say that each and every one of these said advices have resulted in the concerned person benefiting from it, but the successes are more than the failures. For this week, I'll be recounting five special advices that I've given and have been given to me.

1. Then, my friend said "Throw this bottle at him."

And I did. And that bottle hit 'him' in the eye. And he had to be taken to the hospital. Luckily for him, and me, there wasn't any serious damage. He had to take a week's rest with that eye, and it would come back to normal. Well, the eye did get back to normal, but our friendship didn't. That day in 8th standard was the last time I remember talking to my then best friend. It was never the same, with acquaintancial smiles and uncomfortable silences being the only thing we shared afterwards. All because I took this advice from someone as I chased my then best friend through the class for some now inconsequential remark he had made then.

2. "I think you should break it up with him/her."

This little sentence have been used by me a million times - well, maybe not a million times, but still frequently enough to make it feel like so. And I've to say, it has worked wonders. Wonders as in how stubborn people can be when they think they are in love. Deprived of the balanced evaluation a third party can offer, they, more often than not, ignore this advice. So you can't blame them, since anyone in such a situation will ignore this advice. The end result is they end up heartbroken, and I've to give the next advice.

3. "You should forget about him/her. He/she was never good for you."

This is often delivered with a hint of "Told you so.". But this is one of the worst situation you can be in. You are happy at being proven right, but it is your friend who is sitting in front of you heartbroken. And so begins the healing process - the fifth stage of love.

*There are seven stages of love. It's a post I'm working on. Hopefully, it'll be seeing daylight soon.

4. Said my friend to me, "You look like him and the storyline matches too. You should make a video like this."

The actor was Salim Kumar and the video in question was 'Palavattam' by Vineeth Srinivasan and co. A casual remark was taken at the face value of an advice and the video 'Pinneyum Palavattam' was born. The story behind it has been recounted here already. The video is given below.

5. The last one would be "Ignore what he's saying. If you want to reply to him, send it to me and get it out of your system."

Not the best advice I've given, considering I had to hear an earful for somebody else's action, but still it had to be done. Two of my good friends were having a very public war of words on an online forum, and this was the only way I could find to stop them from humiliating themselves in front of the public. Like I said, not the best advice from me.

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And so, just to let you know, I'm here in case you need any advice.

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Well, that's it for this week.

You all have a great weekend.

'til next week.

Salute (5 things - Week 43)

In less than 30 hours, we'll all be waking up to the 64th year of being a Republic Nation. Even though most of us are guilty of exhibiting our patriotism only on such special occasions, I personally believe that it is the evidence of the fact that the present generation can be arsed to make a contribution to the nation, if and when an situation arises.

And on that note, we shall head onto this week's post.

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1. This happened when I was in school, maybe when I was in 10th or so. We were on the way back in our school bus, and for some odd reason, we were playing a game of quiz. Again, for some reason, I happened to ask a 9th standard kid when India got it's independence. Such a simple question you might think, but wait till you hear what he replied - '26th January, 1947'.

We have had comedians mix up numbers and dates to force a joke out of a stale situation, but this kid was serious when he said that. And on that note, I would like us all, myself included to go to wikipedia, search for India, and read these things. I'm not questioning your knowledge of the basics, but I just want us all to reinforce them, so that we may never have to face such an embarrassing situation.

2. This happened two week back. I went to a cinema hall to watch a recently released film. It wasn't houseful or anything - just enough people for it to be called a crowd. Anyways, I was pleasently surprised to see the following video being shown before the screening of the movie.

I recommend that you watch that video at least once. For those of you unwilling to spare the time, that video shows a school assembly 'singing' the National Anthem. The speciality is that the kids are mute, and they use sign language to perform the anthem. To say the least, it moves you.

Back to the theatre, the crowd got up, and respected the national anthem. It was a heart warming experience, which I hoped to be a part of again. And that brings us to the movie I went to see today.

It has been running houseful since it was released, and I had to wait so long to get a ticket. Even though I wasn't disappointed by the movie, I was more than a little put off by the fact that they didn't show the anthem. I hope that they start doing so soon.

3. The one video that my generation grew up watching and singing, from the Mozart of Madras himself.

But I can't stop recommending this video. Watch this, even if you already done so once.

4. An Independence day experience from a fellow blogger - '१५ अगस्त'. It is in Hindi, so please excuse us if you find it hard to read and/or comprehend.

5. Now, this may not be something you find in a normal post about being patriotic about India, but then again I've always maintained a minimum level of absurdity and craziness. And so, I'm going to talk about Pakistan in this post about India. And that too in a positive way.

A news garnered much attention a few weeks back when a boy in Pakistan, stopped a suicide bomber from blowing up his school - even though he had to lay down his life. He knew that if the bomber was allowed to proceed, then the number of casualties would be very high. Since something had to be done quickly, he went to stop him by himself, in spite of the repeated requests of his friends to alert the authorities, and not to risk his life.

I wish that if such a situation ever arose in front of me, I would have the courage like him to do what he did. And I wish that it be the same for each and every one of us.

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So, ladies and gentlemen, boys and gals, go out and celebrate.

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Well, that's it for this week.

You all have a great weekend.

'til next week.

Putting on and filling out (5 things - Week 42)

August 2013

There was this factory outlet near our office that we always wanted to go to. And so finally, after months of dilly dallying, Nishanth and myself found ourselves inside a John Players showroom. I had already decided that I wouldn't buy anything, since my wardrobe was full, from stuff I bought five years ago. [Yes, I can't stop using my old clothes. Yes, I can't bring myself to let them go either. But that is a whole another story.]

Coming back to the one we are in right now, Nishanth was confused on deciding between which two of the three chosen shirts he would buy. It was then that the shopping assistant told us that we could get the whole thing for half their price, if we were to buy a fourth garment. Nishanth didn't want to buy more than three shirts. He didn't want to look like a nouveau riche on a shopping spree. He looked at me with pleading eyes. Now, you would think that this is where I would relent and buy something stupid just to make up the numbers. Sorry to disappoint you though, but this was not one of the many times when I went as an advisor to a shopper, and ended up spending more than him/her.

Anyway, Nishanth ended up trying on a formal pant to go with the shirts. And that is when an unwelcome truth hit him. Over the two and a half years that he had spent at Gurgaon, he had gone up two pant sizes. And like any good friend, I made sure that I would remind him of that fact whenever we met for the whole of next week.

And during that week, I was both happy and sad, knowing that I had never had a situation like that. I was sad that I had become stuck at a weight of around 65 kgs for the past 10 years in my life. I was happy that I could eat anything without the guilt of putting on weight. And it stayed like that. Until last Wednesday.

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15th January, 2014

I was getting ready to go out. And I thought about giving my jeans a break, and to use the formal pants. I hadn't used them since I left work early last month. So, I got them out and tried them on. And to my horror, I found that I could barely make the button hold- which meant only one thing. I GREW!!!

While before I failed to fill about one inch of the waist size in my size 32 formal pants, currently I'm finding it difficult to envelope myself in those same constraints. I guess one full month of proper meals three times a day, interspersed with a multitude of snacks, have finally forced my fat repelling body to be not so fat repellent. A pleasant and cool weather, broken only by the occasional rains, have helped in keeping me rooted to my seat.

All these and much more, have helped the onset of what must be that phase of my life, when I'll finally begin to grow laterally. Wish me luck!!!

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1. When I was born, I weighed nearly 4.5kg - pretty heavy for a baby. And in over two and a half decades, I was only able to expand it by a factor of 14.44 times. Don't bother reaching for your calculator, it comes out to about 65 kgs. And I'm yet to gather the courage to go to near a weighing machine. I'm afraid it'll show 65 kgs even now.

2. Some of my relatives are claiming that the said increase in weight is all down to the fact that I'm more at peace with myself now, since I've moved back to my hometown.

3. The fact that I don't exercise much these days must also have played a huge role in securing the services of these flabs of fat for my body. Please don't get me wrong. It was not like I used to exercise an hour everyday. But these days the most physical work that I do is moving around the house. Coincidently, most of these movements are my trips for breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacking etc etc. So you can guess how much calories that effectively burns.

4. This whole scene is a throwback to the onset of puberty for me. I'm discovering something new with my body. No, not that you naughty one. I was talking about finding these flabs of fat. It is like when I was 14 and found stubs of hair on my face and I thought, 'Finally, I can have my own moustache and beard'. It is a similar dream come true now - but of non-skinny arms and less prominent cheek bones.

5. Last, but not the least, I would like to thank my parents for the sincere efforts they have been putting in to make this happen finally.

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So the next time you meet me, don't forget to ask if I've put on weight.

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Well, that's it for this week.

You all have a great weekend.

'til next week.

Missing the past (5 things - Week 41)

Another week passes me by, and I still haven't got to writing those specials I promised you. I won't say I'm swamped by the schedule I 've here, but it'll take some adjusting to. The most different thing I've to do after coming here has been attending weddings - those of my relatives, those of my family acquaintances, and those of my friends.

The latter getting married is something I'm not able to comprehend. The basic consensus of the school alumni meet a few weeks before was that we all had aged only physically. Our mental age, and maturity levels, were still on the same levels when we had left the campus some 7 years before.

So, I wish all the best to those souls who are embarking on this monumental journey, and I hope they find someone compatible with them to share the joys and sorrows along the way.

The said school reunion was also the cause of much reminiscing of the old memories. One thing led to another, and I wound up thinking of all the things that I miss from my Delhi life. I made the jump from Delhi to Thiruvananthapuram, with the notion that the grass is always greener on the other side. On arriving here, these are the things I feel are greener on the side that I was on.

1. If SALARY doesn't top the list of someone in my situation, then there's something wrong with him. So, salary comes up as the first and foremost thing I miss about my life from Delhi. Now tell me who wouldn't miss the steady inflow of cash at the end of the month. And until I can find that here - instead of this post-sale payment that I'm on right now - I'll not be cured of this missing.

2. Everybody has friends everywhere. So, I can't say I miss my FRIENDS from Delhi as such. But what I miss is the company I used to have. While I had a friends group of late 20s and early 30s over there, here my immediate company is my parents, my grandmother, my cousin and her 2 year old son. As you can see, I have gone from a group of like minded individuals, to a situation where I would have to modulate my thoughts and speech to suit each person. So, I'm currently on the search for a group of like minded, similarly aged people here in my city, and I'm close to finding it.

3. Living in a metro city, you get used to the culture and life of it. I will say that I miss the METROCITY LIFE, but I won't say that I would like to have it in my city.

4. If there is one thing I wish my city had that Delhi has, it has to be the METRO. They say you miss it only when you loose it, and it is so true in this case. In Delhi, metro is something that is one with the city. For someone, who has been there for long, it doesn't stick out for the technical marvel that it is. And seeing the choked roads of my city, I wish it had its own metro. The metro alone might not solve the problem of choked roads, but it'll make the commute so much better.

5. The WINTER. Now, you would think that I'm mad to miss the winter - which is performing a continual decrease in mercury levels with each passing year. But I do miss the winter - in a good way. I miss it, like someone would miss burning in hell. I'm just happy that I've a chance to miss it.

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There is nothing to say in the epilogue. I've had the fortune to complete my first project after arriving here. Hopefully, the 'client' will like it, and it'll lead to more such projects coming my way. So, pray for me.

Well, that's it for this week.

You all have a great weekend.

'til next week.