Friday, September 7, 2007

pool friend

I have a friend.

We play pool.

Yes, that’s it. That’s the best and probably only way to describe him now. We used to be great friends once, and share our deepest secrets with each other. Even though I know he would definitely be around when I need him, that’s not the defining feature of our friendship. It most definitely is the fact that we play pool.

It’s been 5 years since I’ve left my native town. I used to return about once a month to visit. Now, I come once in three months. That’s all that’s changed. The rest always goes like this.

“Hi.”

“Hi! You’re in town! Great! When did you get here?”

(No names needed.)

“Two days ago. So, free in the evening?

(No need to mention pool. It’s understood.)

“Ya. Sure. What time are you coming?”

“Will be there at EXACTLY 7:30. Same place”

(I always stress on ‘exactly’. It’s always the ‘same place’.)

He always makes me wait for 15 mins. I always promise myself to stress more on ‘exactly’ the next time. He comes, we hug.

“How’s Life?”

“Screwed up!”

“How’s your’s?”

“Frikkin Pathetic!”

It’s always snooker. Always one hour. I always lose.

“Ok then. See you tomorrow?”

“I’ll try. Difficult”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”

We never meet the next day. We always meet the next time I’m home.

“Hi”

“Hi! You’re in town! Great! When did you get here?”

And so it goes…

Ps: He’s the best friend I have in this town. Yes, I need to get a life.

Thursday, September 6, 2007

the commoner

(This blog was written a year back, when i was just another fresher... couldn't resist uploading it though. I view things very differently now)

It’s been a long journey.

I was once the best. Just like everyone else here. One of the elite. One of the few selected into the IIMs. Just like everyone else here. But in these 2 years here, I shall be a commoner. It’s the price I have to pay for the acclaim to come. 2 years spent being just like everyone else.

Maybe one day I’ll be the best again. An IIM alumnus. A manager (?) from one of the most premier institutes in the country. A young man with the hopes of the country on his shoulders. Just like everyone else here.

Maybe one day I’m going to wake up and discover that my glory days are over. That these days in college were the finest and most happiest days of my life. That I would have then turned into either an ‘executive’ or ‘manager’, just one more nondescript guy who goes to work at 9 in the morning and comes back late for dinner. Maybe these are supposed to be my last few years of glory. Maybe I’m supposed to value them more with each passing day. Before I become a commoner. Just like everyone else here.

Maybe.

Maybe not.


a file named suhaib

Every once in a while i get disgusted by the state of disarray that my lappie usually falls into. And every once in so many times when I've thought about it, i also go one step ahead and try doing something about it.

And that’s when I find it.

The file named 'suhaib'.

That being the most descriptive name that would have occurred to me when naming that particular masterpiece. It doesn't matter what I have stored in it. Downloads from the net, projects reports, jokes, photos, a note telling myself to clean my lappie. All of them have the same inexplicably perplexing and bewildering name.

Happens to folders too. The clincher is when I find files named ‘suhaib’ inside folders named (surprise!) ‘suhaib’. Of course I never stop at just the one file name inside the folder. There’s inadvertently one ‘suhaib’ of each kind. One word doc, one pdf, one playlist, you name it! (pun unintended)

And there are always the edited versions. And in my infinite creativity I would have named them ‘suhaib1’, ‘suhaib2’ and so on.

And not necessarily in order!

I do agree that I’m not always this moronic when naming files. Sometimes I name them ‘suhaib revised’, ‘suhaib edited’, ‘suhaib v1’ and ‘suhaib v2’. Lucky me!

A virus trying to screw up my comp by filling it with suhaib files wouldn’t have been able to do a job nearly as comparable.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

He who should not be (thus) named

Before you Harry Potter fans start planning on planting Dungbombs in my room or surreptitiously slipping a few Puking Pastilles into my food at dinnertime, let me explain my intentions for having written this article. Though I could have come up with about a thousand reasons for trashing a Harry Potter book in the time it takes me to tie my shoelaces, most of them would be argued on the basis of the ‘perspective’ argument , meaning “I think its bulls***”. To this end, I propose to present the one single argument which I believe is irrefutable, even by the most hardcore of Harry Potter fans.

It hit me at 7:35 in the morning, after a night spent reading Harry Potter’s newest adventure. I was in the middle of yet another uninteresting and drawn out Potter book, when it stuck me (on page 327, to be exact) that J K Rowling couldn’t have come up with a single decent name for a character if her life depended on it. Come to think of it, she probably made up all the names in the books as a personal joke just to keep herself awake while writing them. God knows there wasn’t any other way she could have survived them all.

The way I see it, she probably started earnestly naming the characters in her book in order of importance and then got just plain bored. That, by me, would have happened around name three. So we have exactly three acceptable names in the whole book. Potter, Hermione, and Dumbledore. That’s where the naming stops and the fun begins. After that, she probably put in as much thought into it as I do in deciding how exactly to break my eggs for breakfast. I can clearly imagine her now, sitting at her table, trying to come up with new names.

“Ok. I need to name one of the villains, the teacher who is very strict. Hmm… strict... severe… Severus! Yes! … And he’s the head of the house with the stupid snake logo… Snake… snate… snale.. (naa…too slow)… snape!.. that’s it. Severus Snape! God! That was tough. Guess I’ll go grab me a large cappuccino and a couple of aspirins.”

She could just as well have named him Mr. Poisonious Piethone.

Before you trash this as being imbecile Potter bashing, try coming up with just 3 names that have absolutely no silly connection with something else in the book. (You may even be able to accomplish it, but don’t even try bluffing me that it wasn’t bloody hard!)

Let me just clear up a point here. I have absolutely nothing against her naming all the spells in her books in accordance with the English translations of the effect they have, like ‘Expelliarmus’. That, to me, is acceptable, because the spells could have been named after the effects that they had and since they live in Britain… blah blah. But try telling me that Luna Lovegood was named that way because she was obviously loony by birth itself, and I’ll get the distinct feeling that you’re trying to yank my chain here.

I’m also fully convinced she was on speed when she came up with the founders of Hogwarts. Pray, how else could all four of them have had rhyming names to begin with? To top things off nice and good, there’s the matter of the characteristics of the houses to match the names. Rawenclaw is for sharp wit. Gryffindor is for bravery and ferociousness (or something like that). Hufflepuff (I really think she could have done better than that) is for huffing, puffing and working hard! (Duh!), and finally the snake house, Slytherin. (At this point I try hard to shake off the image of the students slithering along like snakes into the common room. It doesn’t work.) Some would call it being imaginative. I would call it one joint too many.

Add to that the Weasleys, who live in ‘The Burrow’ (frankly, who would name their own house that way), and who’s patronus is a weasel (Duh!), OlliVANDer who makes (you guessed it!) wands, and the non-human elf who is called (a) Kreacher, and Voila! You have one author, seven books and a truckload of ridiculous names.

This was the point at which I became inspired to secretly rechristen her Miss. Nutty Nitwitious in my mind.

Going by her standards, I don’t think she was very satisfied by the name Lord Voldemort. It’s too random. Too unconnected. Too normal. That’s the precise reason why she gets everyone to call him “He Who Should Not Be Named”! Makes perfect sense to me.

Come to think of it, “You Know Who” is by far the most outstanding and inspired name across all her books by a long shot!