Metamorphosis

Time changes – so do you…many things change when you move from the college to the office:

1. Project Managers have replaced profs….now you get a “I-am-the-one-who-decides-your-salary” smile to the previous “Do-whatever-you-want-I-decide-your-grades” snort.
2. You start speaking one-liners like “Have a nice weekend”, “how was your day”, “hope you enjoyed your holiday” …all of these allude to the fact that you have nothing else to talk about + I don’t like your face and so please leave me alone.
3. {The toughest one!!!} Getting up on time daily….and either start having a bath daily…or start investing heavily on deodorants…
4. Memorize infinite number of passwords…there is a password for every thing….using your computer, using the LAN…using the lab…knowing your salary details…filling up the timesheets…{going to the toilet!!!}…what not…
5. And for some people…your “close ones” starts asking your salary details…after which they try to hook you up with some distant x-y-z friend’s daughter….

However, some things never change….I still can’t show the finger to my manager/professor….I still have to take orders from inferior people…..and whether it is high grades or low salary adding a small amount to it the very next year…doesn’t make much of a difference. I still don’t talk to girls, nor do they talk to me…in fact I hardly find them here, in this part of the country. Last but not the least…I still commit spelling/grammatical mistakes….and i am still grateful to my peers {Navdeep Jakhar in particular}….who have nothing
else to do…except to point them out.

P.S : One thing has surely changed…i have started to like TAMIL-hip-hop songs :

Dilli-Assam-Tamil Nadu

I know i have lived my life as a nomad…but i never expected to come deep south…to the other india….the darker india..the quieter india…the conservative india
….For someone like me who wanted to stay in a metro….this{”coimbatore”} surely isn’t the place to be…I first realised it during my delhi-hyderabad-coimbatore flight…when all the good ones got down at hyderabad….and what remained simply reminded me of my iit-experience{no offence to anyone}. People hear are different…they wear different clothes…they look different…they speak….I DON’T KNOW WHAT….but its different….the actors are different…and the films are “hilariously stupid” {watch “quick gun murugun” for details}.

Language is just one problem to start with…while there is always a doubt in your mind that the madrasi knows/understands hindi, you can’t never make fun of  him in front of them….however the reverse is always true…they love to speak tamil in front of me…well knowing that I can’t understand a bit of it. Its tamil advantage all over…the auto waalas, add a zero in their rates once they hear us speaking english or hindi…. The actors here make me feel that, with a bushy moustache…towel around my neck,  10 rupee sunglass and a dhoti below, even I can become one.

The women over here{except for a few exceptions…as always}are covered from top to bottom…{and its better that way..you really don’t want to see whats in the inside…}. They also have a gajra around on their hairs…whose smell is really nauseating…men prefer wearing a dhoti over a jeans….along with large amount of jewelleries..{4 rings per hand, on a average}..with the top button of the shirt open…and hardly you will find anyone without a moustache…plus they are dam rich…ferraris and convertible BMWs is common in this town..you will burn with jealousy when you when see them driving in their lungot …{dekh kar jal jaati hai!!!!}…

However..being said this…people here ..irrespective of their looks..are simple…and are satisfied with their tranquil life…you will never find them in a hurry…its not a rat-race situation here. They don’t show off…unlike people in dilli-haryana-punjab do….these are some of the things i would like to pick up…during my brief stint over here…but I just hope it wont be long….too much dosa-idly-samber is gonna kill me….