home alone: day 5 and 6

Its difficult to write when you have nothing really to say.

Days were ok. Lonely as usual. Anurag joined me yesterday for dinner. We had a sort of night out, played Call of Duty; tried some recipes. It was fun. Different from the awkward silence before.

Rest same routine as usual. I didn't have a proper dinner today. Wasn't really feeling up to it. Made noodles; had boiled eggs and apples. Arrggg. Please someone make the exams end. I want to try something new.

home alone: day 4

I don't have much to tell today. I am just writing this because I promised myself I would make a catalog. The day was not eventful at all. Except, may be, for the exam ( Communication Systems ), which was bad. I am almost flunking in this one. I don't know, may be I was too slack on studies or  may be... Wait, I have it there. The reason. I am too lenient. Distracted.

Morning was a rush to complete the syllabus; amidst the panic that I was forgetting every previous topic along the way. Then was the defeat-conscious travel from home to college. Gave the exam, wrote what I remembered in bits and pieces. Came out with one hour still left. Came back home. Did some "computering". Started studying for the next exam after dinner. Dinner was yesterday's rajma, morning's leftovers and chapatis. "Leftover", Hmm. Seems to be an integral term with people who live by themselves.

Just wound up cleaning the dishes. And here I am writing this. 

home alone : day 3 : back to earth

I am tired already. As if the semester exams were not enough. Living alone without any help is difficult. The worst part is cleaning utensils. The leftovers. Aaargh! Its day 3 and I am beginning to give up.

I got up late as usual and that too because my uncle was at the door. His kindness allows me to have home made lunch, which he delivers while going to office. Thanks to him. I also exercised today. Did some push ups, jumping etc. Then was the usual "studying"

For one thing I am not able to concentrate for more than 10 seconds. I start thinking something else and the already difficult topics become even more impenetrable. I tried doing this for some time and then was back at my distraction: internet. I downloaded Battlefield 2 for my recent interest in games-i-missed-when-in-school. I couldn't concentrate on playing either. Tomorrow's exam kept ringing in my head. Shit.

The day was bad. I went out in the evening to buy milk, bananas and apples. For dinner I bought two chapatis and rajma from a local dhaba.  Rest there was leftover from morning and yesterday. I survived. Cold food. :( And then I am supposed to wash all the utensils I ate in. Now I realize why people are ready to do all the house old work except this part. It stinks. Its cold outside and then you have the work with water. I salute you Mom. How did you kept us alive since we came to this planet.

BUT. I will like to continue. Humans need motivation. That's all. That's what enables them to achieve impossible feats. This is what keeps me motivated:

home alone: day 2

Events of today were overshadowed by my semester exam. Digital Circuit and Systems II! Heavy!


But the night was interesting. I made daal today. :) Although I forgot to add salt and the grains were not fully cooked, it was my food, which I made it. Yeah. I overate out of excitement. In the menu I had, chapati which I bought from a local dhaba here. Vegetables from the morning left over, some salad and my lovey Daal with butter of course. Yum! "Am proud of you Roopam!"

In fact, I am enjoying my cooking. Out of the blue, a thought occurred to me that I should start a teen cookery show. "Dudes in the Kitchen!" :D Sounds like an idea. I'll make a video next time.

home alone: day1

This is crazy. I wake up and realize, I am the only person at home. Mom and Dad are off to Granny's place and it would stay this way for a month. "Seriously!?". Yeah. It feels a little lonely.

Something weird happened this morning. I remember switching off the kitchen's lights after my parents left at 5:30 AM for the station. But when I woke up again at 10, the lights were on. I don't remember turning them on. Strange. May be I sleep walk or something.

Anyway. I'll keep everything posted here.

EDIT: 1310 hours

I wasn't sleep walking after all. I now faintly remember waking up to the bell of kudawala. I remember going to the kitchen and giving him the waste bin. May be that's when I switched on the kitchen lights.


I also feel responsible. Now I can't just throw my clothes on the bed. I need to put them in the washing machine and plan to wash it sometime later.

Cold Food

Its midnight. Am off to sleep. I made omlet today. All by my own. Yeah! Rest was cold food which mom made for me yesterday. Chapatis and Chaney ki sabzi. I even washed my own utensils. Thought, I should share some moments. It was a fine day perhaps, a little lonely may be. But that's ok. Miss you mum, dad!

just a lucky bastard

I drove a lot today. Four hours straight. Probably not a big figure for regular drivers, but it was my first such venture.

It was just my new car celebration; the buddy hormone that made us go on a trip. Me and my buddies; I feel so confident when I am with them. We just took off after the practical to nowhere. We went to sector-4 for no reason, McD there. The original plan we decided, while casually blurting out earlier, was to visit India Gate. Nice. We decided: lets do it.

Nitin got his GPS up and running. Google plotted a map for us from sector 4 to India Gate and we got going. Roads and traffic and red lights and loud music; girls driving past us, stupid brawls between puneet and pawan for fm stations; narrow escapes from hitting other cars; and from them hitting us. It was crazy. We lost our way many times; took many detours, it was fun.

By the time we got around India Gate, the darkness had fallen. Arguments on which turn to take made my driving even more rough; often creating a JAM behind me as I tried taking a left turn from middle of the road. The traffic had swollen. My shoulders were paining. But we got there finally; it was beautiful. I was visiting there after like 10 years or something and it was the first time for Pawan. :) Puneet and Prabhash got drunk. (in the picture) Huh!! They went in the jhadiyan there and did stupid things before the couples getting intimate in the darkness. Lol! I salute to their liveliness and lets-do-it attitude.


What I realized was that there were many situations where my car could have easily met an accident. I just felt lucky. I left my car unlocked at the India Gate parking lot. I felt so stupid when I realized this when we came back. I can correlate this with other things that happened to me. My job at InfoEdge, for example: I had just come back from Mumbai that night. I was checking my Gmail and came to know about this company coming the next day and I said "OK, just because I registered before..", I sat for the written test. It got through. "Really?", I was surprised. Then the interviews, not the most excellent of all times but I got through that even. "Shit!", I thought and in no time, the guy announced my selection. Others felt cheated, I remember. I totally agreed with them.

I guess, I am just a lucky bastard; who got away most of the time. I feel evil to hope that it stays that way. Amen.

effin admit card

I was just casually sitting in front of my computer, doing "nothing". It had been a long day. I needed peace.

And then my dad came into the picture, "tumhara CAT h naa kal?" (you have the CAT exam tomorrow, right?). And I was like.. "yeah?.... whoaa.." So I have my CAT exam tomorrow and its 11PM and I check the iim website for details AND exam starts tomro at 10 AND I realize, I should have taken a print out of my admit card AND no shop will open tomorrow before 10. WTF!!

My effin' admit card. WHYY MEE! So tomorrow, I won't have a chance to take a print of my admit card and I was pretty much sure, I won't give the exam. Fine with me; who's interested anyway. But then, dad will go berserk and hence the necessity to find an alternative. I look for options.

Option 1: My cousin,who lives in dwarka has a printer. I can probably use theirs early morning and then shoot for the exam center.
Option 2: My old printer, now eating dust, can be taken out of the junk and tried upon. Highly unlikely, as its been 3 years since it collapsed and refused to print.
Option 3: Hostel rocks. A friend of mine has a printer. I can wake him up at 7 ( and that's pretty much the time, he goes to sleep) and use his printer.
Option 4:"Really roopam, Are you that a nerd? Take it easy, braw!!"

Nice. I have a list of options now. Step1 done. Option 4, I love you, man. Option1, the most logical considering, all the lecture my dad just gave me. ("You are so fcking lazy and careless. You don't even know you have an exam tomorrow. The whole family's legacy is now broken. Just stick with your girlfriend, talk with her all night and stop your studies. Why do you even live in my house. You've got a job anyway. Ouch, that hurts.

Ok. So I wanted to try Option2, which I did with no success. Option 3 is plan B, but can I get up that early? Oh who cares, I am going to sleep.

Yaawwwnn. Good morning. :) Such a nice day. But, hey, I have an exam today.. and hey, I don't have the admit card. EF! I rushed to my cousin's. It was 8:45 when I got there. And snap, even that printer is broken. Miscommunication can be so evil sometimes. :(  I apologized for the bother I implicated to them and hurried back to Uttam Nagar. I did'nt even knew the address of my center.

My dad called up again, he told me he'll be meeting me at the metro station. Its was 9:15, my exam starts at 10 and the reporting time was 8:30, a good 45 minutes already past. So I was riding with my dad, searching for a cybercafe in the locality. My dad was angry. An idea struck up and I called a guy-i-knew who had the same center as I did. Even he was just waking up and and told me it is somewhere in "Sector D, Pankha Road" in a tone of  ("Please don't disturb me."). Ok dude.

So we rushed there and were riding in random directions. We still didn't have the exact address. And riding and riding and riding, and then I cried.. "papa, papa... ek min ruko". And then I rushed across the street, to the black glass doors and the caught the guy just starting his computers, in my savior "Cyber Cafe". Aaawwww man!

I opened my gmail, downloaded the admit card, took a print out. Rushed back to my dad waiting across the street; we had the exact address and came to the center at 10:05. Cool! The invigilator guy thankfully let me in. And then the morning I had just survived felt like a story.