The irony of Planning


We all love plans. We want to make plans for the future: for career or for marriage or even for the weekend. Our entire state of happiness and disappointment lies on how close we get to our initial plan. Some call it divine intervention or some call it Murphy’s law or some just call it poor planning but the reality always deviates from our plan. The funny part is though we all have plans we do not want to share our plans to anyone. We think that if we share our plans to people outside the plan, it will not work. We want to project to the outside world we are so impulsive and we ride the wave.

Well this blog is not a philosophical note on life or some serious take on planning. I am not walking that path of serious writing because of the obvious reason that I suck at writing anything matured. I just wanted to share some funny or ironical real life incidents when we were busy planning and God decided to play a joke by screwing up our plan. Here are some of the plan bloopers:

  1. People who planned to enjoy bachelor life without getting married, are slowly realizing that they are finding it more and more difficult to “enjoy bachelorhood” so eventually they give up. Finally their plan gives way to marriage and settling down.
  2. People who got expensive DSLR cameras with the plans of becoming the next photographer with a FB page, shooting candid HD photographs and blurred background macro shots, realize their plans are shattered when the only mode they use in their DSLR is creative auto.
  3. People who plan for traffic and start early to reach the airport on time will hit no traffic and reach so early unlike they planned. They get so bored and check in FB that they are at the airport travelling to some country outside India.
  4. We plan on having our own side of the bed in our bachelor pad, not willing to let go of our side of the bed not even to our better half. Then comes your kid, pees all over on your side of the bed and gives you a smile, throwing your plan of private space into the bin.
  5. You plan to impress everyone at the business presentation with the extra slides you added and get some brownie points. Only then all your slide gets moved to the appendix section making your plan ineffective.
  6. You plan to fill your passport pages, social media with wander lust hash tags and instagram filter photos, you either realize that it makes you bankrupt or backpacking or travelling on budget is not as sexy as it is seen on social media. So all plans and the extra pages in passport is not used anymore.
  7. With all fitness and marathon hype around, you plan on joining a gym, running marathons and doing yoga to keep you fit. Later you realize happiness is that extra hour of sleep or growing fat together and the plan of full marathon gets thrown in a corner along with the gym membership card.
  8. You plan to be the centre of a party, socializing and making sure you make heads turn with your dance moves. In the end, your plan doesn’t even take off when you are sloshed out in one corner even before the party starts and someone carries you home before others even knew you were there.
  9. Inspired by shows like friends or HIMYM, you plan to redefine getting old with friends for life. Your plans are no where close to reality when you realize meeting your friends once in a month is a task and when you meet all you talk about is loans repayment , gaining weight and which school your kid is in.
  10. Your plan of finding your life purpose, after MBA/MS with a new high paying job, falls flat when reality strikes. You realize life is same as before MBA/MS and you still feel like you are in the wrong profession

Whatever the plan bloopers are, I feel at the end God makes sure there is a happy ending. Life takes it own course so lets not get too worked about the details of it. We should not tie our happiness with plans. Lets plan and lets laugh at how our plans got screwed up for something better.


Life and its Randomness….

How random life got over the past few months.  The reason for this blog now, me and my friends who made Pune their home for the last couple of years are moving on with Life. Moving to different cities and with new stuff to do. Lots of changes in so little time…hmmm.

Few months earlier we, me and my friends, were just sitting in our room drinking Budweiser and Carlsberg (few bastards like Carlsberg better than Bud) talking about our ex’s and absolutely having no clue of what we are going to do for life. We didn’t know whether we got bored with our current work or we enjoyed our work, but we just wanted to do something big because everyone around were doing, at least we felt so, something better. We kept talking about girls, marriage, love, job and some stuff I can’t recall. Well it was just another beer talk!

From that beer talk to now lots have changed.

The gang for coffee at work kept reducing, the farewell parties kept increasing, the farewell gift trend had to be discontinued because there were more people to get the gift than to give it.  My life happenings over the past month viewed as category clouds….

MOCK TESTS interviews pubs MBA ENTRANCE TESTS PUBS  gdpi rejects BYE-BYE’s confusion INCREASE IN ROOM RENT more confusion FUTURE PLANS onsite trip MBA ADMIT friends moving out MY FIRST RESIGNATION

If I just rewind back now and see the random stuff that happened, somehow the dots connect. The surprise life throws on us is the fun of Life though I get irritated with the fact our plans doesn’t work always as we expect it to. But hang on what’s the fun if everything works as per the plan we jot down on some To-Do notes or in some planner or just a mental note. It would be so boring. Just keep the clouds coming after all we never know the bigger picture. Come on, if you were God will you let the mortal humans know the plan. Won’t you like to have fun before you could give the all Happy Ending! So God is sweet and he just switches off the lights to throw another surprise party!!!!!!!!

P.S: I am all excited about India vs Pakistan war/cricket tomorrow.

Plan: Watch it on 51″ big screen home theater.

Threat: Rains.

Bigger Picture:  (think)

The month that was not…

Actually this blog was parked in my drafts for a pretty long time that another month got over. JULY 2010….Well this month marks the completion of 2 years of Professional life. Actually that’s not the reason for writing a blog on this month. This month proved to be the month for a lot of realizations. Such a strenuous month that I couldn’t even complete this blog. Understanding How hard Life can be! How corporate life is a bitch!

The word restructuring can become terrifying. The term process  re-engineering can re-engineer a lot of other processes. All you can see around is gloom. You just want to leave the place but still something stops you. May be you are addicted to the pay check so much that you cannot think beyond it. You want to do something you want, you like. Then comes the most difficult question, what you like? what you want to do? That will become another never-ending topic (a blog in itself!!)

The feeling of going to a war field comes up every morning when you wake up. The SIREN sounds and the war beings. You do not know when your number will pop up and you will get a head shot. You try to escape to greener fields but I am too laid back to try that. So its easier to imagine that situation than actually being in that.(<music playing>Wake me up when September ends</music playing>)

Hmmmm….. why I am not saying that’s it!

  • Maybe like Inception someone planted the idea of loving this in my Head.
  • Maybe I am forgetting I hate this now and then like Ghajini.
  • Maybe I just don’t care enough to hate it.
  • Maybe I need to get stressed up for the love of BUDS every weekend.
  • Maybe my credit cards bill never let me hate this.
  • Maybe I just don’t want to sit at home without doing anything. So something is better than nothing.
  • Maybe I just can’t see my account balance without being refreshed every 30 days.
  • Maybe I need more push to say the words.
  • Maybe its just peer pressure, feeling insignificant to say I am jobless

That’s a lot of maybe’s. Figuring out how to get out of this will a take while. At the end the realizations matter.

The quote “The problem with rat race is even if you win you are a rat” made so much sense to me. What is the race for? Should I really take it? If no, what else?

#Bud #Future #Serious thoughts #Life #Bud


The final mistake-The sweetest of all

I know many of the few readers of my blog are pissed off with the mistake series..but guys this is the last one…seriously. The first mistake was done by my parents, the next one by me so now I had to find someone else to blame it on. None else other than The Almighty. ahem ahem…Please forgive me Lord this mistake is on you.  The sweetest mistake is God creating me as a Boy. Come on guys now don’t start imagining stuff. This blog is just for fun purpose and does not intend any hidden intentions or motives and is not judgemental. Now being done with the disclaimers, lets start the stuff.

Why I feel being born as a boy is a mistake. The first words about me in some hospital in Chennai “Congrats…You have got a baby boy” would have had my parents celebrating but may have left me cursing God for giving me a ***** . Fine the thought process behind this blog. It’s not because the number of scraps if your gender is F in Orkut touches four figures(or even more) and it’s not because you get a lot of gifts in Farmville if your gender is F. It’s this incident that happened when I went around clicking some pics in my office campus and the security was like as if am Kasab’s successor shouted and showed the sign showing Photography prohibited. I was like little embarrassed and while walking back saw the same security guard taking some pics for a girl!!

Girls, the so-called fairer sex gets advantage in everything. Right from reservation in Parliaments to the seating in a bus.  Everywhere they get extra benefits I don’t know why. Well I will take few examples and illustrate my point:

Example: 1: Guy learns to drive a car, stops in the red lights of the traffic. Couldn’t start off once the lights are green. Everyone on the road starts shouting. You could get to hear new swearing words. Some even try to feel your shirt collars. BUT if it was a girl she gets free learning classes and guys even push the car to help her. grrrr…

Example:2: Guy enters a pub. Bouncers charge him more saying Stags separate charge. Girls get to enter free and they even get free drinks!

Example:3: Huge queue for security check in at the airport. Guys need to stand in the queue even if his flight is 5 min from take off. Girls get to have a separate empty queue even if their flight is hours away from take off.

(You guys should check that I have quoted only 3 examples…relating with the 3rd mistake ;))

Well the list of examples is never-ending. The moral remains the same.

How many times have you seen people (including Men and Women) helping a Man in some situation?

How many times have you seen men seated in Ladies’ seats in a public transport?

How many times have you seen men sitting at home and women working their ass off?

Well guys, I am sorry lets face it we are the poor souls. We have to fight hard in this unfair world. We don’t have much option. We cannot act dumb and still end up being called as cute. We cannot be puny and be called as size zero. We cannot be fat and be called as chubbyyyy. We cannot like bright colors without the risk of being called as Gay. We cannot start a fight and end up getting convinced by the other party. We cannot sound sexy by misspelling words like so sweet (choo shweet). We cannot be attractive by driving without sense of direction.

Lets have a look from the other side. Imagine we (Guys) do not have what we have and we have what we do not have. The world opens up. I can start a “natak” if a guy pops up the “question” and say I never thought you will do this. (Guys can never do that). I can waste all my teens and end up selecting someone from a group of NRI’s to spend the rest of my life. I can opt to sit at home and spend the entire money earned by the He of the family. I can pass on all my work to some jackass by just saying a plissshhhh. I can have hours and hours of conversation with just a missed call. I won’t be called crazy if give names to some soft toy.

Whatever at the end of the day I am really glad about this mistake. I am happy I enjoy watching sports. I am happy I need not spend hours and hours of getting ready. I am happy lying down and staring at the roof with absolutely nothing in my mind. I am happy that I can be humorous. I am happy making decisions for myself. I am happy with the burps and beers!

I am happy with this mistake. I am happy being a Guy. The sweetest mistake!

* All characters and incidents in this write-up are fictional. Any resemblance to anyone may or may not be intentional. No offense meant!

The second mistake!

While I was cursing myself for the first mistake the phase of Higher Secondary Schooling started. Everyone around you ask the same question, Engineering or Medicine. I never knew there were other stuff for living apart from this. I was wondering what I really wanted to do and switched on the TV, saw some doctor speaking about some surgery with a guy’s stomach slit open. Dude your intestines are on TV!! (I definitely didn’t want to come on TV with someone’s intestines. )

That was the moment, sitting under the fan(no Bodi Tree near my house) enlightened me. I changed the channel and found some news on some Engineer getting laurels for India. God wanted me to an engineer.  Sighhh… how I wish FTV came up when I changed the channel but I had only doordarshan.

Fine, now analyzing the mistake part of the whole stuff. I never had any interest in Engineering nor in Medicine. I really didn’t know what to do with life guys. I just wanted to have fun. I selected B.E (Hons.) Electrical and Electronics. Yes. My Bad.

BITS Goa was the place. It had the huge responsibility of developing India through an engineer like me. First day started at 6AM. Queue in the bathroom. (India is really lucky so many Engineers doing their morning stuff without water!!) 730AM Breakfast 755AM first class…err..lecture. (I am an engineer now on so my lingo should be professional) Awesome AC class room and soothing lecture. Perfect for a nap! This continued and then the in me started, crap with this system. foot. I went and joined the CGPA Sucks community in Orkut. ahhhh. Life is great. (no more 6AM queue) No more morning lectures. Then I realized I should join the Bunking classes community, that should make me a cool engineer!

Life moved on fast like a flicker book. Lots of courses and lots of friends. I was happy for the latter and felt bad for the former since I paid no attention to it.

The Chronological order was:

(please do not ask what Goa stands for)

Sem 1: Find new friends.

Sem2: Explore the place.Goa.Hangout.Goa.

Sem3: Find a GF! 😉 Goa.

Sem4: Get a Comp.Goa.LAN games. Goa.

Sem5:CGPA is less.. :(. Goa

Sem6: CGPA is still less and this time it hurts. Decide to quit Goa.

Sem7: Unjoined from CGPA sucks and joined PS2 community.Started Goa again.

Sem8: Job…zzzz…..break up….zzzz….Farewell!!

It was one roller coaster ride; friends, friends group, friends gang,became college Rowdies, Gang wars, college skits, Tamil Sangam, DJ nights, so-called Gals(it just refers to my batch gals from my college, others no offense), BH1, Common Room, Mess food, night out for studying, copying, copying the wrong formula in the bit you carry for an exam, your friend takes off your bit and leaves the exam hall, copying in SMS (Hail Engineering!), late night “aratais”, walks around the campus, Lab reports, VIVA’s, Road Trips, begging Profs for marginal B grades, praying for a tough paper and keep up the image with your relatives, neighbors, people you may know, people you don’t know that being a 6 pointer in BITS is equivalent to be a University topper in any other institute (loved the attention I used to get back in Chennai :P).

Finally, I realized how important is CGPA a little late though. I had no clue what the Electrical and Electronics meant in the degree behind my name. I also fell in the same drain of IT, Software Engineers. As my first mistake went,this was also one hell of a fun ride. Happy I did this mistake too. People thought I was the engineer that India is waiting for. In the End, if it had not been for this mistake maybe I would have ended up as nobody.

P.S:  The first mistake still had its after effects. Boys school—>Co-ed college. Expectations soaring. High disappointment. Depression. Goa.

P.P.S: Cliche: My Junior batch gals were too good!