Sitting outside one our big client’s office, Mayank lamented, “Their director’s cabin is bigger than our whole office put together, and we are going to automate their whole system!”; getting philosophical on this I quipped- “samay samay ki baat hai mere dost… apna bhi number…”,”Jaydeep… come here” a voice interrupted… I immediately sprang to feet making a dash for the door… But an office peon beat me to it… he blurted-”mai jaydeep…” and gave a toothy grin. Mayank gave me a wry smile bringing me back to earth… he said-”abhi bhi time hai”
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September 6, 2008 2:06 pm
And this is another of my stupid artwork which we converted to a poster for the launch of Intinno Naarad. The center piece in the poster is by me and the rest is done by Nitin Jain and Ankit Jain. And ofcourse, to ideate there was Jaggu (Jagan Mohan), Arpit and Mayank.
And finally the poster looks like-
And finally when patched in the poster, it looks like-
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As I begin to get into my web designing mode with Mayank, this is my first independent, useless creation in Photoshop CS2.
This is something I can use as Icon
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The title may be suggestive of some fancy and cliched resolution, however, I do intend to perform one good-deed-a-day (not literally, but yeah at a regular interval). Like all things, the operative word here- “good” is again highly subjective, and in this case, I will let my confused conscience take over the helm to make the decision. Hence, the readers are free to hold their own opinions and yeah, please don’t pass on judgments. I am a firm believer that to pass judgment is a sinful act, suggestive of how little the “judger” has of the real world and to some extent a pathetic show of one-up-man-ship and foolishness. Nonetheless, the world can’t do with the “act of passing judgment”, take the basic case- judicial system. A discussion on the judicial system would be interesting. However, it is porting the “act-of-passing-judgments” to all other unwanted places that troubles me. Anyways, lets not get carried away and get back to my ”good-deed-of-the-day”.
Today is special in some sense. Shilpa is “leaving-for-good” (a term in our college vocabulary which means you wind up your belongings and leave for your home town). She will however be back for convocation and other short visits to see me. The whole seeing-off thing is again a long story, where I go through a flurry of emotions and which I don’t intend to pen (type) down. The “good-deed-of-the-day” happens after I see her off and am on my way back.
Having broken my specs in less than a week again, I call up my optician and ask him if I can drop by to give my specs for repairing. He concurs, I could do so. Hence, I walk out of the railway station for making an onward journey towards Gol Bazaar (GolB). I raise my hands at a bunch of cycle-rikshaw drivers, triggering their mad rush towards me. When the bunch is near enough, I utter, “Gol Bazaar chalna hai”. I start collecting their spontaneous bids – “thirty”, ”Pandrah (15)”, “Bees (20)”; and without waiting further I nudge the guy with the lowest bid (15) that we move towards his rickshaw. The driver must be in his fifties or may be even more, 5-feetish slender build like the rest of his tribe in Kharagpur. A minute later after I boarded the rickshaw, a whiff of alcohol hit my nose and I realised that the rickshaw driver was in a hangover from the previous night’s drinking. It’s a common practice for these impoverished and poor rickshaw driver to the spend all of their meagre daily earning into booze. I cannot theorize why do they do that, but it is one of the social evils that plagues the BPL (below poverty line) population in this part of the country.
Pretending to ignore his condition, I start keying an sms to Shilpa on how I already started missing her. In sometime, we hit the railway overbridge that lands you in Gol Bazaar, by now the driver had already started panting which didn’t grab my attention as I switched from sms to call with Shilpa. We however reached the top of the bridge and then it was a easy ride downhill. I got off at a crossing and walked my way to the optician’s. Handing over my specs, I got back to the rickshaw. We soon hit the overbridge’s upslope. I remembered his panting from the previous uphill climb and volunteered to get down and walk, while he pulled the empty rickshaw. The rickshaw driver thanked me citing that in old age climbing uphill was very difficult. I put up a fake smile as I got busy keying an sms again. I am pretty bad a smsing, I seem to take a hell lot of a time to sms, Shilpa accuses me. Once on the top of the bridge, I got back on the rickshaw. The journey for the next 2 kms is downslope, I sit nice and pretty with the rickshaw’s shades pulled up to protect me from the hot and humid sun. The weather was pretty sultry. I could see the rickshaw driver sweating profusely even as we went downhill.
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Well, in case you are wondering what am I starting afresh? I would like to be a spoilsport and blurt out a cliched response – “Starting afresh with blogging dude!”.
Not that I have plenty of time at hand, or that I have an audience which is dying to know the torrents of arbit thoughts that cross my mind; it is just for the sake of keeping a journal of my random thoughts, a diary of sorts.
My previous blogs have been personal and specific; I wish to keep this one general. My audience count would possibly be zilch as I do not intend to go public with this one.
[unwanted justification: No, I am not insecure, it's just that I am not ready to share my thoughts with others; psychological inferences could be drawn upon from this behavior by the ones who read too much into things, but I don't care]
However, despite the absence of audience, I would myself under the false pretext that there is audience (glimpses of hypocrite me [;)] heh heh )
I am a naturally verbose person and I am pretty much sure about this trait being evident in my posts to come.
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 this is the north side of the Illini Union.. u can see some sculptures there… lets get a closer look
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ohhh… I didn’t know that Khajuraho had influence all over the world (smirk)
 … and what are these… hmmm new poses of Aasanas.. watever… 
btw… did someone say “sculpture” in Hindi/Sanskrit… I sure LOVE “sculpture” 
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chicks at the Quad…
(for the information of XXXXXX the XXXXXXX didn’t ‘do’ it… by which he means that he didnt take the pic… he just put it up on the blog for fun) chuckle
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This is the “Alma mater”, sort of sybolises UIUC… ( ok i am yet to unearth the story how it symbolises, this was supposedly donated by a batch of students, who were alumni then, to the university)…
well…. trying to strangle the iron lady.. 
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Dude watch me teach this american a thing or two….
hehehe.. finally seems to be getting his stuff rite (jadda saala funda pel raha hai)
(letting him wear the goggle sure worked )
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this is the north side of the Illini Union.. u can see some sculptures there… lets get a closer look
… and what are these… hmmm new poses of Aasanas.. watever… 
