Monday, September 29, 2008
Marseille Port
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Off To Marseilles
Atleast it has nicely reclining seats
Ice cream capital of the world?
The way people display names of the restaurants, Nice seems to have a tradition of displaying the fact that the place has ice cream!
Everywhere you will find "glaces" written which means ice cream in french (I think!)
What you see here is the last course of my first seriously big meal.
It consisted of a huge cheese tomato sandwich, about 5 kilos of fries (they are standard!) And ofcourse, this rather nice ice cream.
Oh and for those wondering, Nice is pronounced "niece" and not "nice"
The place to eat
Cannes film festival
The offical throne of the "red carpet"
This is where the famous film festival takes place.
Around it are hand prints from some famous stars.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
On top of Cannes
Despite the insane hustle bustle right below in the city, it is so quiet here I can actually hear myself breathe! (And no, that's not because of the climb!)
I'm staying here a while.
The man in the iron mask.
What u see in the distance is Cannes.
This island is 15 minutes away by ferry
This is where the man in the iron mask was imprisoned for 11 years.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Copy cats!
Straight copy from marine drive!
I wonder though if we'll find some peanut wrappers in the midst of all that rock!
Wow! Fishes!
Easily the best thing to see in monaco.
And I don't even like fishes but the sheer size of the aquariums will hold you spell bound.
Its like you can see sea life from the comfort of your sofa!
Or - you could say this is Big Boss for the fishes :)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Surviving A Bomb Scare
An interesting thing happened at work today.
We had a rather panicked security person walk upto me and say, sir, we have some police cars and a bomb squad that has come to our office complex. Do we evacuate?
Hell yes. And we promptly evacuated all our employees (which were strangely few for 11:30 AM on a Monday morning!)
Anyhow, what was more surreal (than actually being part of a bomb scare evacuation) was the fact that when we got to the ground floor - I felt like I was at a tourist location and people were having a picnic!
You know the feeling - backslapping jokes, lots of funny stories being exchanged, snacks and candies being passed around and, in some cases, those who had not met in a while decided being thrown out of their office due to a life threatening explosive was an awesome reason to catch up with people they had not met for a while.
So here's a big fuck you to all those who plant bombs - as you can clearly see, we don't give a damn. Yes, it's really sad that many people do die, and we are angry about it but we are not scared - and as long as that stands, irrespective of how many people you kill, you lose.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Perqs of being an OIympian

Just when India is getting rather ecstatic about how many medals have been won, I have just unearthed the single biggest reason why world+dog (excuse the expression) wants to be an Olympian.
Give this a read. You will soon see why there is a whole other kinda marathon going on!
And yes, the medals are irrelevant.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
The world before the internet
Yup, despite your firm belief that a time such as this didn't exist, there are legends of just such an "era"
Here's what it looked like:
Just a word of advice, spend time on each entry and read the screenshot.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
How to find yourself a soulmate

If you are under 30 or are looking for a below 30 soulmate but haven't yet found one or are currently thinking that the one you did find isn't exactly it, well, help is at hand. I have now discovered a foolproof way of finding yourself the perfect soulmate.
No you don't have to tell me your birthdate, or birth sign or wear rings and medallions with ancient looking (but Made In China) symbols. There is no magic, no hawans and definitely no saadhus, astrologers or yogis to consult. I'm the one stop shop to the answers and the answer is dead simple:
The only way to find a soulmate is to write their MBA application.
No kidding. I recently had to go through this experience with my girlfriend of 8 years and believe me, there were STILL things I didn't know about her and I don't mean it in the "i want to know about your high school crush" way because heck I AM that high school "Crush" :)
If you think a passport or PAN Card or a job application is comprehensive, an MBA application is all of those together and then some. While passport and PAN card forms merely ask about your basic details about where you live, whats your mothers name etc. and a job application focusses on what you have achieved and a cellphone number they can reach if they wanna call you, an MBA application will ask for all that and more. It insists that they cannot give you admission unless and until you have your entire life charted out in powerpoint and excel right down to the moment immediately preceding the moment you die.
It's fucking ridiculous but its descriptive as hell. If there was a time when your mate bought an old lady flowers and helped her cross the road, it will be on the application. The lousy 3rd grade student he defeated in tennis? Yup, that will be a tournament written about in such glorified fashion that you'd think it was Pete V/s Agassi.
So you see, not only will you be absolutely aware of the honest truth, you and he will sit together glorifying it. This is important because in future when he boasts about how he kicked ass in the office Pool tournament, you know exactly what must've happened.
The application doesnt end there, you also have to explain in explicit detail as to why exactly you should be admitted to a b-school which expects you to know everything before hand and will merely provide a "multi-cultural environment for growth" which is basically similar to a subway ride in any major city in the world minus the sweat and smell.
But I digress. The fact that the applicant (aka your prospective soul mate) will remember things from decades ago with vivid detail and emotion ensures you will never have the nasty surprise that your husband is gay. Sitting and writing an application with him would clear that up for you.
BTW, just to be sure, if you have been going to him in the evenings to help with his applications and he hasn't been trying to get in your pants, there are only 2 possibilities:
1. He is gay
2. You are ugly betty
If anyone tried getting in your pants before this guy/girl then you can pretty much rule out option 2.
And if you are wondering HOW to get him to ask your help for an application, well, if he hasn't asked you himself, that should be a ridiculously big hint that you guys(or girls or a mixture thereof) AREN'T soulmates. Jeez!
Oh incase you're wondering what's with the "below 30" thingy, well, if you are 30 or above and THEN going to college for 2 years, never mind, you are no one's soulmate.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The new India
The driver on the other hand was reading Outlook Business!
Don't go by the picture here, he wasn't merely looking at that ad, he was discussing the phone with me!
And yes, we had to wait for a very long time.