"Abe yaar,tu mast blog likhta hai" a comment from a benevolent batchmate that reminded me that i had a blog to maintain.So here i am 1 hr before my 21st birthday knocking off the keyboard.Its been and eventful semester in more ways than one.There is strange kind of purpose and focus in all the 4th yearites in the campus.The usually chirpy fooseball table,the buubly nescafe and the late night shouts of "fir in the hole" are missing as people prepare for their gre,toefls and cats.Although the 2nd year and 3rd year are doing their best but something is amiss.Thankfully i have a lot of people around me who have not got into the serious trance and that means besides the cat preparation i can still maintain some civility with the ocassional cs game,movie or prison break episode.But essentially this semester belong to the new found indus camraderie,I never thought going to classes in 4th year would be so much fun.The bonding that has emerged in the guys is amazing and it just livens up the atmosphere even in the most boring lecture.Imagine people talking at the top of their voices or sleeping on the third bench and that too in a class of just 22!!!! Classes are just and occasion to meet and it hardly matters whether we are inside or outside as long as we are together...and yes attendance is not a problem kyoonki ali bhai hai na(dude has attendance in single digits in almost all subjects).But the worst part of all this is the bumps on the birthday...It's like these guys have been released from some jail or jungle for that matter...the passion almost borders on wildness!!! I call it worst not because i am not like the clan but because in 50 mins i am going to be the centre of their "affections" So if i survive the night we you will be reading more ;)
Pray for me
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Sunday, June 04, 2006
India managed to lose a series to the lowly west indies,I got weird messages at midnight asking me to either not go to office or wear black clothes instead of the uniform(only the shirt is what they gave)as a for of protest against the reservations, Arjun Singh ensured my chances of clearing cat are reduced by 27% and the sensex took a dip(u cant blame it with all this heat!!!!) and lot of other things too happened that I could write about. But then instead of labouring on for pages about any of the topics I will continue what I promised, I will continue memoirs of piyush khandekar.I guess it was also the fear of doing a kaavya that stopped me from doing it although i would love to finally have something common with her but then you have to sacrifice certain pleasures:(
15 days in maruti and i am still trying to figure out the ways of this place for eg..
1.) Why in the world the play this chameli song in the morning and then at evening "kahin door jab din dhal jaye".....God!!!!
2.) They couldn’t use their brains enough so just named the administrative buildings mezannine 1 and 2(will explain this at a later stage)
3.) Why you have to take food only once?
So after my dream was so hopelessly shattered that unforgettable evening. We(me,jhootdeva,ash,2 Canadian, and one surly faced dude whose name i still don’t know and i don't care now) were expedited to mezannine-2 and a smiling, beautiful lady called Mrs Seema Sahukar(Me and sach had a huge debate what her last name was...apparently it varied between samahar to sahutar) and we were ushered into another a.c. room and with a cold drink in our hands so that we will not bicker much were given our departments.I got WDE(weld engineering) this also is mr kunal kapoor or nitin's department so i was assured of a cool time. The first day in my department i was tossed around from one person to another as no one wanted the responsibility of an intern under then until finally they found a bakra to take me around the shop floor. So in comes jayant:Has the hair of a dhoni,a goatee that would put aamir khan to shame, says he plays like federer, believes sex is the way to achieve nirvana, somehow graduated from dce, and apparently is a good time pass when u have nothing to do(which is always) and if he is not talking to his gf on his phone cleverly camouflaged in his locks. The weld shop is perhaps one of the best in the business, its right out of a Hollywood sci -fi film with almost all the work done by robotic arms you get the feel that Dr. Octavius's hands came off and started working for maruti(its that good).But you soon get tired of the robots and more importantly the heat and realise that the air conditioned mezzanine was always the better option. With practically zilch work and the four roorkeites on the same floor (joothdeva,ash,phodu and me) it was time to find a new nescafe or should i say induscafe to hang around and there it was, the visitor area with a vending machine,a fridge stuffed with all the paraphernalia for our rescue.So we spend all our tea breaks, lunch breaks, and the time that is left "brainstorming" in the new induscafe. Sachdeva is the proud president of our small society as he spends the whole day there..poor guy still doesn't have a project. One of the very noticeable things at this place is the absolute domination of the japanese in all influential decisions.you get the feel that Mr. Khattar is just and Indian face for the public whereas the show is run by the japs and mind you there is a lot of animosity amongst the maruti employees about this.The japs are real hard-orking chaps, they come to the office with a bag so huge that you wonder whether they came straight from IGI and straight into the conference room and they come out either for a sutta break or to go home. The main point though is that it's like they have ensured everything is automated and organised in such a manner that its almost impossible to get anything wrong and as the indian employess are practically not required except those on the shopfloor. The 600 acre plant is not just about machines and japs but I really have a good time with the seniors of my department,they are very friendly and we joke around and pull each others legs like we knew each other from times immemorial....just fun but I was definitely not prepared for what was in store....
\nOne fine afternoon as we all were sitting in fron of our comps and doing something or pretending to do something at least a monkey decided that it had enough of strolling about in the ventilation shaft and decide to simply drop down on one of the comps in the \ndepartment.There was complete chaos in the department as the monkey ram amock,with files flying all round and people diving for cover.I took great courage and management skills on the part of all the department heads to firstly vacate the hall and the call the security to nab the \nprankster.And in between all this one could see a jap still sitting on his comp designing a jig oblivious to the bedlam around him.Finally as all the employees enjoyed a 1 hr break from work standing in the lobby,gossiping,cracking monkey jokes and drinking tea the monkey menace was finally \nresolved.An interesting observation was that the monkey looked like the japs without the tail so probably he had just "dropped" by to say hello and people made an unnecessary fuss.One of the things that has changed in me is my new found love of drinking tea,i gues with nothing to do and 2 tea breaks a day it had to happen.
One fine afternoon as we all were sitting in front of our comps and doing something or pretending to do something at least, a monkey decided that it had enough of strolling about in the ventilation shaft and decide to simply drop down on one of the comps in the department. There was complete chaos in the department as the monkey ram amuck, with files flying all round and people diving for cover. I took great courage and management skills on the part of all the department heads to firstly vacate the hall and the call the security to nab the prankster. And in between all this one could see a jap still sitting on his comp designing a jig oblivious to the bedlam around him. Finally as all the employees enjoyed a 1 hr break from work standing in the lobby, gossiping, cracking monkey jokes and drinking tea. The monkey menace was finally resolved. An interesting observation was that the monkey looked like the japs without the tail so probably he had just "dropped" by to say hello and people made an unnecessary fuss. One of the things that has changed in me is my new found love of drinking tea, I guess with nothing to do and 2 tea breaks a day it had to happen, I mean you even get tire of just roaming around and lounging about after some time. So now I have what is supposedly a project and I was told in no less words by my boss that I had to complete the project in 2 months and not come back and eat his head and pester him to give him some work because he basically doesn’t have any, but Mr. Fate had to intervene and I found a Canadian intern who happened to be assigned the same project so the two of us(More him than me) have already completed the project and I wonder what I will do in the coming days. Well, the only positive that comes out is I get ample time to read novels and I would like to recommend to everyone a novel by the name, ”Anything For You maa’m-An iitian’s love story” by tushar raheja(an iitian obv).Enjoy the novel and until the next time happy reading!!!
15 days in maruti and i am still trying to figure out the ways of this place for eg..
1.) Why in the world the play this chameli song in the morning and then at evening "kahin door jab din dhal jaye".....God!!!!
2.) They couldn’t use their brains enough so just named the administrative buildings mezannine 1 and 2(will explain this at a later stage)
3.) Why you have to take food only once?
So after my dream was so hopelessly shattered that unforgettable evening. We(me,jhootdeva,ash,2 Canadian, and one surly faced dude whose name i still don’t know and i don't care now) were expedited to mezannine-2 and a smiling, beautiful lady called Mrs Seema Sahukar(Me and sach had a huge debate what her last name was...apparently it varied between samahar to sahutar) and we were ushered into another a.c. room and with a cold drink in our hands so that we will not bicker much were given our departments.I got WDE(weld engineering) this also is mr kunal kapoor or nitin's department so i was assured of a cool time. The first day in my department i was tossed around from one person to another as no one wanted the responsibility of an intern under then until finally they found a bakra to take me around the shop floor. So in comes jayant:Has the hair of a dhoni,a goatee that would put aamir khan to shame, says he plays like federer, believes sex is the way to achieve nirvana, somehow graduated from dce, and apparently is a good time pass when u have nothing to do(which is always) and if he is not talking to his gf on his phone cleverly camouflaged in his locks. The weld shop is perhaps one of the best in the business, its right out of a Hollywood sci -fi film with almost all the work done by robotic arms you get the feel that Dr. Octavius's hands came off and started working for maruti(its that good).But you soon get tired of the robots and more importantly the heat and realise that the air conditioned mezzanine was always the better option. With practically zilch work and the four roorkeites on the same floor (joothdeva,ash,phodu and me) it was time to find a new nescafe or should i say induscafe to hang around and there it was, the visitor area with a vending machine,a fridge stuffed with all the paraphernalia for our rescue.So we spend all our tea breaks, lunch breaks, and the time that is left "brainstorming" in the new induscafe. Sachdeva is the proud president of our small society as he spends the whole day there..poor guy still doesn't have a project. One of the very noticeable things at this place is the absolute domination of the japanese in all influential decisions.you get the feel that Mr. Khattar is just and Indian face for the public whereas the show is run by the japs and mind you there is a lot of animosity amongst the maruti employees about this.The japs are real hard-orking chaps, they come to the office with a bag so huge that you wonder whether they came straight from IGI and straight into the conference room and they come out either for a sutta break or to go home. The main point though is that it's like they have ensured everything is automated and organised in such a manner that its almost impossible to get anything wrong and as the indian employess are practically not required except those on the shopfloor. The 600 acre plant is not just about machines and japs but I really have a good time with the seniors of my department,they are very friendly and we joke around and pull each others legs like we knew each other from times immemorial....just fun but I was definitely not prepared for what was in store....
\nOne fine afternoon as we all were sitting in fron of our comps and doing something or pretending to do something at least a monkey decided that it had enough of strolling about in the ventilation shaft and decide to simply drop down on one of the comps in the \ndepartment.There was complete chaos in the department as the monkey ram amock,with files flying all round and people diving for cover.I took great courage and management skills on the part of all the department heads to firstly vacate the hall and the call the security to nab the \nprankster.And in between all this one could see a jap still sitting on his comp designing a jig oblivious to the bedlam around him.Finally as all the employees enjoyed a 1 hr break from work standing in the lobby,gossiping,cracking monkey jokes and drinking tea the monkey menace was finally \nresolved.An interesting observation was that the monkey looked like the japs without the tail so probably he had just "dropped" by to say hello and people made an unnecessary fuss.One of the things that has changed in me is my new found love of drinking tea,i gues with nothing to do and 2 tea breaks a day it had to happen.
One fine afternoon as we all were sitting in front of our comps and doing something or pretending to do something at least, a monkey decided that it had enough of strolling about in the ventilation shaft and decide to simply drop down on one of the comps in the department. There was complete chaos in the department as the monkey ram amuck, with files flying all round and people diving for cover. I took great courage and management skills on the part of all the department heads to firstly vacate the hall and the call the security to nab the prankster. And in between all this one could see a jap still sitting on his comp designing a jig oblivious to the bedlam around him. Finally as all the employees enjoyed a 1 hr break from work standing in the lobby, gossiping, cracking monkey jokes and drinking tea. The monkey menace was finally resolved. An interesting observation was that the monkey looked like the japs without the tail so probably he had just "dropped" by to say hello and people made an unnecessary fuss. One of the things that has changed in me is my new found love of drinking tea, I guess with nothing to do and 2 tea breaks a day it had to happen, I mean you even get tire of just roaming around and lounging about after some time. So now I have what is supposedly a project and I was told in no less words by my boss that I had to complete the project in 2 months and not come back and eat his head and pester him to give him some work because he basically doesn’t have any, but Mr. Fate had to intervene and I found a Canadian intern who happened to be assigned the same project so the two of us(More him than me) have already completed the project and I wonder what I will do in the coming days. Well, the only positive that comes out is I get ample time to read novels and I would like to recommend to everyone a novel by the name, ”Anything For You maa’m-An iitian’s love story” by tushar raheja(an iitian obv).Enjoy the novel and until the next time happy reading!!!
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Finally 4 months of promise and some despair ended in my hitting the road to Maruti,Gurgaon for 2 months of training.It had been 4 months of waiting for that elusive internship,trying to make that foreign trip but then it had to be that i spend my 2 months in the NCR which if Mukesh Ambani has his say will soon become one of the four SEZ(special economic zone) of the country.Nevertheless i left roorkee with hopes of a invigorating experience and obviously the ultimate dream of an iitian a beautiful damsel from some local college as an intern in the same company.
15 May:- My first day at maruti begins with my entering the 600 acre campus to the sound of "main teri ho gayi yaar sajna" from chameli blaring from the loudspeakers at the entrance making me wonder if i was at the right place(One week and i still cant find out why the play these damn songs).Nevertheless all the interns were asked to wait in a room where i found an old friend who is studying in iitkgp.So time flew as we both chatted about days gone by and the life@iit and i realised that more than the 2 yrs we spent at school it was the iit camraderie that made it so easy to bond.Soon a haryanvi peon came and asked us to fill some forms and then all of us were ushered into a a.c. room and asked to wait.So here we were around 7 iitians 2 from kgp and we 6 indus dudes having a blast making jibes at each other,discussing about placements and obc inter iit when the dream came true.This beautiful damsel comes and sits next to me and i can hardly imagine my luck.The peon then comes in and tells he is an mba from pune(What!!!) and i am left reconsidering what am i doing preparing for an mba..The poor guy had he not told he was not an mba would not have had to face the brunt of jokes that i decided i should start making and the "miss" surprisingly found the jibes funny and was laughing throughout the day.We waited,waited and waited some more when we were asked to go have lunch and come back to collect our uniforms....The post lunch session turned out to be a damper as i found that the dreams i had of a wonderful interns came crashing as the damsel told he was pursuing an mba in marketing and it was obv she will not be getting the department anywhere near me and in this huge sprawling plant....my dreams came crushing like the blanks under the 4000 tonne press.
So we collected our uniforms and that was the end of my first day @ training.....Well my first day cannot be complete without a mention about my illustrious roommates who have so kindly agreed to find some space for me in their hostel like apartment in guragaon....
Sachin---- nice guy...gives me a lift everyday to the company....i wish i could write more but i am not allowed...
Nitin---- Well if he had the long locks he could sure give kunal kapoor a run for his money...plays guitar(will teach me hopefully),plays tennis,hates cricket and football....and is going abroad very soon.
Kataria----he is the guy who picked me up on his sexy bike at the bus stand...very nice guy with a better girlfriend(no hard feelings man)...has a night shift so more will come with time...
KV----again night shift guy...loves his food and drinks....
ISH----9 point and more to come from thapar...doing 6 month trng....very hard working..studying for gre....
There is so much more that has happened in the last week for me to put here but i guess with so much shopping,eating,training,reading and all this interspersed with cat preparation the blogs will take time but will keep posting....
till the next time....keep moving
15 May:- My first day at maruti begins with my entering the 600 acre campus to the sound of "main teri ho gayi yaar sajna" from chameli blaring from the loudspeakers at the entrance making me wonder if i was at the right place(One week and i still cant find out why the play these damn songs).Nevertheless all the interns were asked to wait in a room where i found an old friend who is studying in iitkgp.So time flew as we both chatted about days gone by and the life@iit and i realised that more than the 2 yrs we spent at school it was the iit camraderie that made it so easy to bond.Soon a haryanvi peon came and asked us to fill some forms and then all of us were ushered into a a.c. room and asked to wait.So here we were around 7 iitians 2 from kgp and we 6 indus dudes having a blast making jibes at each other,discussing about placements and obc inter iit when the dream came true.This beautiful damsel comes and sits next to me and i can hardly imagine my luck.The peon then comes in and tells he is an mba from pune(What!!!) and i am left reconsidering what am i doing preparing for an mba..The poor guy had he not told he was not an mba would not have had to face the brunt of jokes that i decided i should start making and the "miss" surprisingly found the jibes funny and was laughing throughout the day.We waited,waited and waited some more when we were asked to go have lunch and come back to collect our uniforms....The post lunch session turned out to be a damper as i found that the dreams i had of a wonderful interns came crashing as the damsel told he was pursuing an mba in marketing and it was obv she will not be getting the department anywhere near me and in this huge sprawling plant....my dreams came crushing like the blanks under the 4000 tonne press.
So we collected our uniforms and that was the end of my first day @ training.....Well my first day cannot be complete without a mention about my illustrious roommates who have so kindly agreed to find some space for me in their hostel like apartment in guragaon....
Sachin---- nice guy...gives me a lift everyday to the company....i wish i could write more but i am not allowed...
Nitin---- Well if he had the long locks he could sure give kunal kapoor a run for his money...plays guitar(will teach me hopefully),plays tennis,hates cricket and football....and is going abroad very soon.
Kataria----he is the guy who picked me up on his sexy bike at the bus stand...very nice guy with a better girlfriend(no hard feelings man)...has a night shift so more will come with time...
KV----again night shift guy...loves his food and drinks....
ISH----9 point and more to come from thapar...doing 6 month trng....very hard working..studying for gre....
There is so much more that has happened in the last week for me to put here but i guess with so much shopping,eating,training,reading and all this interspersed with cat preparation the blogs will take time but will keep posting....
till the next time....keep moving
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