Thursday, November 12, 2009
Click For Me!
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Side Comment:
PJ Power : So when you're done having an orgasm about finding a free Wi Fi connection you can come over to my place and see the internet as it should be. (PJ Power to someone else, referring to me).
Cheers!
PS - No, this will not turn into a Twitter style update feed.
Coming to terms with Baroda.
Coming to terms with Baroda.
The first step to doing that was when I realized that all the people in the supposedly “great” Bombay were just loafing around with not much to do. Then I found a free Wi-Fi network and surfed the net and after that I started my professional networking lessons with a member of the Jindal clan.
Pranay Jindal is just the stem of the Y away from Pranav, the only remnant of my halcyon days of college. The former is what I’d like to equate to being the male equivalent of a certain nursery rhyme character that I knew in Bombay, ok I still know the concerned character, but what the heck? I don’t seem to be making much sense these days, not after your mind gets strangled by the endless tangle of wires that constitute the average “electrical scheme drawing”. For the uninitiated, that’s what the “technical” people draw up on paper for the technicians to follow when they wire the components of any electrical panel. Believe me, all of the wires that snake across the places where you live and work started their days as lines on a piece of paper; from the ridiculously simple in your average hut to the insanely complex in a multi megawatt power plant. Technically, I shouldn’t be writing about work and the company I work in, but since I haven’t taken the name anywhere or said anything bad, I should be ok, right?
Yes, back to the male equivalent of the nursery rhyme character, Mr. Jindal. For starts, his appearance reminded me of an alligator, or a sapping turtle or some related creature of the natural world. If you manage to draw a connection of some sort between those two, then you’re bloody brilliant, believe me, even this man has trouble reading my tone of voice and facial expressions, I tend to exaggerate a lot and send out the wrong signals at the wrong times. Finding a rock n roll fan is not easy task, especially in a small city cum industrial town but here you go, I’ve found life where I previously thought there was none. Rock n roll will always find a way to survive in the harshest of conditions! And he makes a lot of noise with external speakers for his lappy! I don’t make sense!
Yes, think of Jindal and you think of Jindal Steel, the company whose shares are likened to the Reliance of yesterday, with four figure valuations and yearly dividend payouts. Our man here seems to have had his intravenous shots of finance at a very young age, believe me, I can tell. Whether or not he’s connected to the illustrious clan of entrepreneurs, I don’t know and don’t want to ask, but I’m sure the act of forwarding this mail to him will elicit some sort of response, it ‘s worked in the past and I bet it will work yet again, words are all I have after all. Oh he'll be stalking the corridors of power very soon indeed.
The male equivalent you ask, and that has not yet been answered, ok I’ll tell you why. I cannot talk for monkeys nuts, I just cannot get my point across and convince people. But this man specializes in that, PR work you can call it. From using a few contacts to build a network that spans generations to leaving his footprints in the sands of Baroda, I think he’ll do it all. When you attend some session of Toastmasters International in Baroda, you know where it all started, in an air conditioned office on the outskirts of the town.
I could wax eloquent about what little I know of this man, but time restricts my rave to this much. There’s only so many times that you can turn your head around to make sure that no one’s watching you as you waste time in office!
Till the next post,
Cheers from Baroda!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Post
So now i can post via email!
Yaay!
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Eldrich Rebello
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My blog http://eldrichr.blogspot.com
Think about this -
Ted Turner - "Sports is like a war without the killing."
Fish - Boy out of the City.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Baroda 101
3 :45 AM, 19th of October, Baroda station, Gujrat.
No, this is not my laptop, this is some random computer at a cyber-cafe in the land of, well never mind that part, i'm not longer in my comfort zone, i'm in a new city, all alone, sharing a flat with strange people and i have only one agenda on my mind.
What that is i can't tell you right now, but for the time being, you must forgive any typos and grammar goof-ups because i can't use the word processor here, i'm limited to my digital dexterity, literally!
I absolutely loved the train ride from Bombay here, in fact i had no idea when it ended and i was forced to haul my luggage up the stairs and out of the station. Cold comfort, multiple people to talk to, actually i must remark here at how the attitude of the average, angst ridden train commuter undergoes a sea chage when he's subjected to glacial temperatures, he becomes calm, willing to interact and willing to divulge more than the choicest abuses that he's learnt over the years.
As a city, Baroda isn't all that bad, my only gripes so far being the huge mosquitoes and the fact that giant, red Vodafone banners are put up where there are tiny dealers selling even tinier packages containing your SIM card.
The roads are similar to Bombay, pot-holed and littered with shi*, cow shi* to be precise and i'll bet that if you blindfolded me in Borivli and took me to Baroda and let me loose there, i'd be hard pressed to find a difference. Same language, same accents, same behaviour in the shops, same dressing sense, same EVERYTHING! Dammit!
For now, i still have to unpack and decide who i'll be sharing my room with. Then i have to get to work tomorrow, my first day as a formal employee of L.
More later, all i have is one hour internet access, which will end soon, and i still have to Tweet!
Cheers!
Kem?


