Office life!!!

Benefits of going to office(a corporate MNC place)
1.Super cool AC which can never be found in our house(our AC sucks big time)
2.Hot water/cool water dispenser at very achievable distances(say some 10ft)
3.Coffee machine for that OC coffee/tea(but really bore when done daily)
4..A 24x7 cafeteria or pantry(varies)
5.Well maintained restrooms which has tissue papers always loaded in it
6.High speed access to all websites(varies)
7.All time pass magazines and newspapers available.
8.High speed elevators(onnu pona innonu ready'ah irukkum)
9.Packed with some good figures/payyans(avan avan fate'ah poruthathu)
10.No one can question you other your TL or Manager.

Downside of going to office:
1.Work
2.Work
3.Work
4.Forced to wait till last working day for kooli(i mean salary)
5.Some porampokku give consideration only to girls(Jollu parties)
6.Watchman creating scene if we dont have an ID card
7.Good figures/payyans are already picked up(bloody raescals)
8.Our team will be always filled with sappa figures/payyans
9.Our work never satisfies the great TL's
10.Don't have the time to enjoy 1-7 ive mentioned in benefits

Comments or more points are most welcome.

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Crowds and auspicious days – the inseparable twins

                So, why im writing this?cause I believe some that many people still think that the buses and trains are crowded only during holidays like pongal,diwali and on weekends like Friday and Sunday. Let me narrate my experience about the journey (actually a curse) that made me erase the about facts. Regarding reservations and preplanning, sorry I never preplan my travel for short distances(upto 400km).I just move on when im in a mood. So train journey is always a dream for me,  bus is my only companion. I even hate that 90 days advance reservation scheme in train (heard they are planning to make it 120 now,damnn)

                It was on Feb 6th 2011 , a Saturday night @ 10.30 pm(yep till then im really not in a mood to travel) I decided to proceed to Madurai for a marriage. Game starts – bags packed, reached the bus terminal at 11.15 pm.Just getting into it got see the utterly insufficient status of our transport department. On every platform, in every bus, to everywhere,the people are jam-packed to suffocation(actually id say, they chose to do it themselves).And I was really irritated to witness such a scene in a non season day. Its just a Saturday.What the hell guys??.Them I recollected the reason for this over-crowded situation,”Muhurta Naal”,yes the auspicious day we chose to marry that fortunate person(many times,many end up unfortunate).Random thoughts running in my mind about getting a seat in our government jail, sorry bus.A hundred of us would wait at the platform when a bus reaches,damn im not so talented to get into it,overtaking the herd. I can see many people walking mad trying to snatch a seat in any of the bus.Nothing worked out well. I saw a mass lineup of buses waiting to get out of the terminal, though only very buses entering.I walked to all possible places of bus entries, the main road,the depot(yep,that too).For hell sake even the overcharging private carriers are all washed out that day. The struggle ended after 3 hours(yes after 3 hours of madness and frustration) @ 2 am when I managed to get into a trichy bound Volvo bus. I usually never prefer these high tech buses for 6 hour less journeys, still its my doom day escape.

                So a happy ending  all you think? Actually my curse evoked here.The Volvo too is much crowded and many people were standing. I managed to get some space over the spare wheel (with 2 people sharing it) kept aside the middle door. Thus the journey starts now. Some 30 minutes away a granny from heavyweight family members who were sitting on the bus floor asked for my seat (ok .the tyre).So what our society thought us? help the elderly. I too did the same. Gave up the tyre place and sat on the floor. Another 30 minutess away after these ticketing stuffs all over. The same granny placed her grandchild(a wet grinder like girl at 8) on the floor near me. The girl was craving for space sitting near me in asleep,like the Chinese who invade us just inch by inch(in my case cm by cm).After some 10 ten minutes I gave up my place and stood up irritated.Holy cow,the girl now slept more  comfortably.The bus was proceeding at some 100kmph with the only good thing AC saving my life there. It stopped for a tea break at 4.30 in vilupuram.After everyone went out to have a break,I sat on a seat for five minutes,thank god a seat for at least 5 minutes saving my suspension. Again the journey resumed after 10 minutes and again my standing punishment begins. Not one, not two, nearly after 5 hours of standing in a sq.ft space(the feet in pic)(god,ive travelled standing only in city bus, that too not more than an hour), mission accomplished. After that  getting to Madurai was not much of a problem.

                So I told to myself, its not just pongal,diwali,weekends or any other national holidays we see the buses and train crowded. If your time is not good, you’ll be forced to stand even in Volvo buses  on a extremely non-peak day.                   

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Some unfair days of my life - Part 1

               Writing a blog after a very long time make me think a lot before doing it.Many questions  I ask to myself.Why am writing this? Why shouldn’t I write this? Who will read this? And the way I convince is just saying to myself “Its just a blog and not a court of judgement”.So lets groove to my latest experiences I came across in tirunelveli….

             I was there for at least a month with my grandma and relatives(about grandpa,ill tell).It all started with a phone call on Nov 15^th at 3pm,when I was busy studying for my last exam of my life in engineering on 19th(OK,was seeing the book, happy?).Mom called and told me that my uncle in tirunelveli met with a serious accident,the one which happens frequently in  our country  – a two wheeler getting knocked down by a 4 wheeler or larger vehicles ending up fatally;same case for my uncle.She was literally crying while explaining the situation. I already being a poor learner was let down by this news with just 3 days for exam. And then I tried calling up dad and some other relatives in which many were very busy to respond  to me.At evening my dad called up ,”why don’t you come here and see your uncle for the last time?”.Me just stunned hearing it,cause my dad usually never asks me do any sort of thing during exam time,and I this is my last chance to get a first class degree(yep,already wasted 6 months).I  just to told him that ill decide and tell,total journey time of 24 hrs(up and down) and after again one exam,I was damn sure ill never write something in paper If don’t prepare.Then at night the matter was finally resolved by mom, she just asked me come after writing the exam.So exams over and landed on tirunelveli at 20^th morning,where my relatives a where performing rituals for my uncle.

                So still you can ask why more than a month in tirunelveli?.My answer is  1.Our society/culture and 2.Grandpa grandpa go away.Yep,for the first point to be explained  we are not a set of people who when dies we just bury/burn them and leave the place.We are always thought to do some rituals for the dead,in tamil we used to tell “16am naal or 10am naal kaariyam”.And my family being a close relative to my uncle was help up for some days .At last I started to Chennai again(yes,I am not really doing useful in Chennai,u guessed right).To avoid more boring days till my judgement day – exam result,I went to thanjavur to meet my parents.Everyting was good,except for another phone call from grandma stating granpa’s condition is worsening,to add to this he was detected cancer just 3 months back, he’s 74.So wat’s our duty to do after a phone call like this?, start again to tirunelveli.

                                                                                                                     --To be continued