Lysergic Acid Di-Methyl Amide

:: Starting Location: Electronic City, Bangalore Journey: Bangalore to Bombay,  Destination: Nowhere, Bombay.

I have read about it all my life, I kept hearing about it from people all around. “Bombay is a place to be” ,  “You visit any place it has to be this one”,  “ Dude!! Don’t even ask. Either you just love it or keep hating it”.

Here I am getting late for my flight to Bombay. I am rushing on the Bangalore airport which ironically is not in Bangalore rather some 26 miles away from it. Like always I have just managed to board the flight. Dumped my bag at check-in asking them to take care of the rest Or just leave it behind if they couldn’t. The Mathematics being, the price of my stuff / bag was way less than the flight ticket.

I strictly hate the overly sweet females who just do everything but kiss the counter attendant to get their tasks done. Me and plenty others getting late to get a copy of our ticket to enter the airport, one lovely female kept on appreciating the receptionist, and I heard the line “You are so sweet sweta!” at the least 8 times in next 16 pissed-off minutes.

But i have made it. And we are set to take off.

The city is a little different from what I had anticipated, it appears I am playing first person GTA Liberty city in a little compressed screen.

Tanvi calls me a superman and for no different reasons that I landed in bombay without having a place to stay. Luggage at my back, and more on the shoulder and another one in hand, and a phone to the ear, trying to make telephone calls looking for a place to stay. A good old acquaintance was called at the right time, arranged me a place to stay with his brother. So i am living in Bhandup now. Got to find a place soon, its already 3 chaps living in a 1BHK [As they acronym 1 Bedroom Hall 1 Kitchen here] apartment. No Internet, the only Lifeline is my GPRS. Good Lord! I treasure the day I got it activated and other when I let it remain active, wondering someday(s) I might just need it.

Time to grab a couch to sleep. Have an early day at the new office tomorrow.

“Ideas and implementations should not be too far”, i heard once. Its been some time that i have been working on this little thing called Laxis. Ankur Mathur a long term pal of mine, and me have been working on this in our after office hours.

Now since i recently lost my job, i have managed to pull great time for this infant. Thanks to some nice progress made in past few weeks, we decided to break the word and are presenting this at a Conference in Delhi, Open Predictive Analysis

The Project is currently being hosted at Laxis Project page

We also have a little community list at Laxis Community which is more restrictive to the developers and not open as of yet.

I will keep posting more as we make progress through it.

Now Playing: John Mayer - Continuum - Waiting On The World To Change

A Fortnight of peace and the Saturday comes again. I am the destination of the phrase “Dilli Chalo”. I am a city with Punjabi as my “unofficial” Lingo, I am marked by Blue “Delhi Metro” boards marking my landscape in lengths, I am the city that has been invaded and resurrected 9 times in history. I am the one of the only places that still posses remains of ‘The British Raj’.  I am a place which have had no native residents and ironically all that would be, are the Muslims and all from the Old Delhi region. Many of the people the writer personally knows might not be able to digest this, and may start hating this fact, BUT that’s how it is. On an average I accommodate 665 new faces without any security checks, And I am bleeding. … for all what was not mentioned here, I am the National Capital as well… I am Delhi.

[Back to me writing this]

Every of these Saturday afternoons I am either getting bored or planning to move out, I end up getting a cell phone call, and instead of the words “How long would you take?” I hear “Don’t get out of your place, we have had some Bomb blasts”. Alright Sir, someone made our Saturday, and his as well.

The other day when the Mehrauli blast happened, I called up a pal of mine to see if he was willing to go out, and the response was “Let’s Go.. its anyway’s Night…. Bombs only happen during the day”.

Another friend of mine asked; Why the streets aren’t deserted even  after the blasts?. Fella’ , grab this… we people can afford to take a break, stay OFF_work by a day or two, but there are people who cannot afford a day off the streets, …Corner cases might exist, but the GK market did afford to shut but Not the street hawkers and the rag pickers. Not a mercy call it should sound, it was just a reality bite.

A few questions raised and a few answers marked, in the middle of which I feel strange to see the efforts being made to disrupt a city. In a manner, they do manage to cause chaos and fear, but an overdo of everything is a kill.  Too many such incidents have only caused frustration and desperation to seek a solution to all this. No one ain’t feared anymore. All one is, is furious with a shade red in the eye, and a few muscles toned in the arms, with a clenched fist, seeking a one on one with; who made the plot.

And the very next early morning, me and a couple of pals visit a Gurudwara around Cannaught Place. And so we see the tense Police Men, those patrolling cars, those sleepless eyes … doing rounds as they have been asked to. Despite whatever happened or might be on the way,  I still manage to see a smile, each of those times we offer food to a poor kid/man/human/ “INDIAN” on the street, who doesn’t even flash think for a second what i had actually offered him to eat. I still manage to get a smiling Yes, every time i ask some man/human/”INDIAN” to hold my box of eatables outside a Restaurant/Coffee shop, just because the foreign eatables aren’t allowed in, while I might just have to take away a Coffee. I still manage to steal a smile when those guards scan me at the entry of the mall and i say “Dada, Bandook wahan nahin chupaya” [ "Dude! I didn't hide that gun in there"].

‘One weapon per person, One Policeman per citizen’ …. bizarre a nation such would be. I might be sounding a shade optimistic here, maybe i have not yet been affected, maybe i shouldn’t be writing this all, maybe some one who reads this …smiles , calling this too vague., But I am one among those frustrated people with a clinched fist. A blog is too li’l a effort to raise hope, li’l so that hardly 50 people would read this, but ….. an effort ….. if not the start .. if not an end.

Stars, Headlamps, Club Gates, Light, Python, Maps, Nicotine, Sleep?, Fone, Pencils, Coffee, Saffron, Strumming, Music, Simple Things, Reasonings, Smiles … Re-Inventing many lost bits …. Been full of questions keeping me alive…. Funny faces i make .. running in directions … Passion of mine … Habits of mine… sometimes make me wonder…..Still Seeking…. and my comp’s savior again

global quest
quest = True

Spending a few months with my Camera Phone…. I had already started missing my Canon A550. And it took me 4 months to find a new camera that did certainly fit my need. Canon Power Shot TX1, Camera is definitely not the bulkiest junks around, and serves my purpose of ‘Spot & Click’. Although it weighs around 220 gms and seems heavy for its small size. Its design limits it to be single hand operated, but that works in your favor. And so i was busy clicking the world around me.. and soon be uploading my shots.

This June definitely seems to be bringing new habits. I have been a Paul van Dyk addict for a long while and stubborn enough to not move beyond Progressive Trance. Just by chance i got hold of Cerf, Mitiska & jaren’s single Light the Skies and that was it. I was re-inventing my music, getting in groove with the new artists/ work. And after resenting myself enough, Armin Van Buuren has been the pick for me, A State Of Trance has been great to the ears, and the Female-Vocals dominated new album Imagine is some good Music. The Vonyc sessions continue with a 8PM CET weekly 2-hour work from THE Paul Van Dyk. The episode played on 15th May,2008 was a real special

IPL, the new tune the nation is singing. And for a while i felt did cricket need yet more fame in the peninsula? As i feared, the answer was Yes. It was in my eleventh grade, that i learned to see the night through. I was struggling to be a part of Indian Institute of Technology, and although i couldn’t make it but i mastered the art of staying awake. And i still carry the legacy. I grew up watching EPL, and each of those packed stadiums no matter what teams played. Be it the, my then favorite, Alan Smith scoring for Leeds United, or the elegant right foot Beckham cross to, The then new Red Devil’s in house product, Solsjaker. And it kept me guessing, How come a country as populated as Delhi, be present at every game that i watch?

And 6 years later i see the answer, the Cricket has produced a short glamour sport sibling called T20. And the semi-arrid yellow Kotla resembles a green MCG outfield.

And i smile back at my school days, NOT wishing i was a kid again. The Flings, the Crushes, the after school Fights & peace treaties.. are as juvenile as they ever were.

Old Habits die hard, and i make sure they don’t, standing in my room gazing the stars through the front door, i have been doing it since god knows when. and i still like doing it. Sketching arbit stuff, still my favorite hobby. The world around me has changed, the old borrowed computer has given way to laptops, the cherished cassette player has turned to a 5.1, the small radio have grown up into an Ipod, but nothing between me and those favorite constellations, Or hang on … maybe a dirty lens

Off to Sacks. Reading “City Of Djinns” for a second time in succession, which only a few Virgo’s would know why.

Well… enough hard work, to get my wordpress instigated on this domain. Past one week, i faced every possible failure wordpress installation might have ever had. First things first, a cover-up post
I Shall publish my daily log’s here. The OSS work log still remains on Lysergic-Acid-DiMethyl-Amide.
For those who did read my Yahoo!360 , no more postings on 360. Agreeably i was one of the few users around who were still stuck with Yahoo! 360, and enough “Encouragement” from certain X-Yahoo’ ians i managed to move on. With yahoo themselves announcing a shut down of 360 soon, i was left with all but nothing to justify.
Expect Trance .. Expect some Codes, Expect Pics in and around delhi…. The Arbit brain farts reside here.
Calling it the first day to my new blog life of a Trancified Computer Engineer…….. …snores.