ब्लैक - बैंचर

Four years it will be since I wrote my first ever post on this very blog.. Life never ceases to surprise you though. Because for the first time in these four years has someone actually declared that they are waiting for my next post, explicitly ordering me to "write something good".. :-D Anyhow, I hope this one might be "good" enough. When I wrote 'Winged Dreams' ( http://black-benchers.blogspot.in/2012/10/winged-dreams.html ) back in October 2012, I got the very logo of Honda wrongly oriented. For the record, it's as specified below:  One and a half years since my first job at this automobile giant, I have learnt more than I knew in the initial 22 years of my life about vehicles. And while I am still not very sure about my definitive career path and/or life's passion, something about learning how an automobile works or just reading up ways to mod up my winged lass  Six years old and still good as new, I hated her since the very f

Some relations we bring with us...  Some others we forge... Some remain so distant, yet ever so close... It's not everyday that you find a mirror image of yourself in a person less crazy but just as paranoid. To say that she is a friend would be a gross under-statement... We could have been twins and the world wouldn't have noticed. The specs prove this point so well, it's uncanny! 

Loneliness has taken over the best part of my last 3 months now. It's one thing to spend time with yourself, another thing entirely to start delving inside one's mind for solace. Especially when the floor of the pit is not too appealing... I came to Bhopal in the 3rd week of April, as part of my field job and to learn the nuances of my future responsibilities (when the training period ends). It's been 3 months now. While the work has been teaching me lots, I am doubtful about the after-work scenario. And, judging by the fact that I haven't killed myself, I assume that I am accepting myself slowly. Swimming a lot though, only to pass away the evening hours in a haze of blue. One could say this is my crap karma coming back to haunt me. Another could say this kind of lone time will be good for me, taking me to a higher clarity about the purpose and path of my life. Yet another could say that it's abnormal for a 24 year old to be unable to make friends in a

It was our last day at the production plant. Being the perfect gentleman I am and for the common good of lesser mortals, my good friend (maybe the most sincere trainee of our batch) and I decide to re-visit the ghosts of Christmas past… For later, we were to embark upon the mysterious adventure that they call 'field-work', a mere epithet for being publicly humiliated for one's inefficiency, bereft of the customary uniform.

The best two days of my professional life, 22nd and 23rd of March, 2014. Two full days of running two and fro, in and around the Buddha International Circuit. Two days of watching tests,repairs, formations and laps.

Here comes Valentine's Day... Again! For starters, this is how I looked when I woke up early this morning, booming with courage and spraying happiness everywhere :-D

‘Tis half past midnight... And though this night is no different from all the other nights in this heaven of dust, I feel a kind of chill that has got nothing to do with the weather. I reach my room, put on the lights and crash on my side by the window. Amidst the gentle snores of my roommate, the episode replays in my head many times over. The speeding train... the dull thud and sudden application of emergency brakes... the jamming of doors for 5 minutes and crowd running in the opposite direction, just like flies drawn to a pile of crap! Finally the doors open and we file out, carefully avoiding the leftover baggage (fear of bombs!). Outside, it’s utter chaos. Saket station must  have  seen crowd like this many times. Only this time, the crowd was less interested in waiting for their train and more into peering over the rails beneath the wheels of the train. Police starts dispersing the crowd...  Now, I would have chalked this down to some kind of a technical failure and move

We love to talk!  Just give us a chance to blabber and we can floor any logical or illogical argument directed our way.No wonder then the telecom companies are lowering the call rates every other day... The only trouble is we only love to talk without any kind of follow-through. Follow up would require us to get off on our ill-maintained posteriors and actually expose our vulnerabilities for once. No sir, we would rather sit back and discuss the issues until the fire reaches our doors than to jump up and save the neighbourhood. SOS

Its the 21st century, the dawn of technology, the era of information, the age of innovation, blah blah blah... All we see now is more and more mistrust growing among us. The news seem fabricated, the corruption seems invincible, the criminals are bankers... Everyone wants to stay in touch with everyone without realizing the possible serious repercussions of wrongful information. Following orders has become the goal of humanity. Curiosity killed only the crow/cat, humans needn't be afraid.