Happened to stumble upon an old interview. I guess I miss doing these mobile phone content shows.Time to get some excitement into life.
Interview with Mr S.Ramakrishnan,Indian Cricket Team Computer Analyst, PART-1 from Katchu21 on Vimeo.
Interview with Mr S.Ramakrishnan,Indian Cricket Team Computer Analyst, PART-2 from Katchu21 on Vimeo.
Its hard to believe that age as a statistic comes to haunt you. I cant believe I am 26 already..err entering my 27th year of existence. I feel like a teenager(albeit a worn out one!). But a birthday is a good time to reflect back on childhood and the memories assosiated with distributing chocolates at school. There were times I bought 2 sets of chocolate packs. One for the school and one for the apartment folks. But now that tradition has gone. I dont even know who my neighbours are in my Mumbai apartment, nor do I feel like dstributing sweets and chocolates at office. Its become a ritual at work over the years when a cake is cut in celebration and you know that somebody is going to aim at your nose/face. I enjoyed it most during the 2005 and 2006 birthdays, since then the novelty factor has gone away, as I have never cut cakes during my engineering college. At B school, I was saved a mauling, as I was ill for 5 days from 19th to 23rd February. This year, I really dont know. There's been a lot of work, and so I have become numb to react to any kind of situation. just do three things in Mumbai- TRAVEL,WORK,SLEEP. Life is stale and needs some activity post work.
I was looking back at how some of my birthdays went over time
Check it if you have the time(Its a repost from an earlier Blog)
First Quarter Results
Stock Name- Kartik Kannan
Fund Name- February 21
Alternate name- Birthday
Type of business- From cakes and candles to expensive hotel treats
Below is a ledger account of the transactions in the first quarter of my life for the fund called-Birthday
Feb 21 over the years
1983 : Your's truly was born at 4 am in Hyderabad
1988 : I remember celebrating my birthday for the first time,as I wanted the typical conical cap,pink ribbons just like it was in the movies ...and lo! it did happen,thanks to mom and dad with a pineapple cake to boot...and of course a lovely greeting card from my grandfather all the way from Nanganallur to Delhi. The guests for my birthday were only 2 people, My Mom and Dad :-) . I also remember going to Man Mandir in R.K.Puram Delhi for the archanai and puja..that one normally performs .
1989: Spent a 'quiet' birthday not even distributing chocolates as I could'nt eat chocolates during that period,as I had my tooth broken by a punjabi classmate in a mock boxing contest. GRRRRRR.......I shouldnt have watched the boxing contest shown on"The world this week" the previous night.
1990: Again a quiet birthday,but the last one while in school at Delhi, remember being gifted "THE OCTPOUS ENCYCLOPEDIA" by Archana, my dad's colleagues daughter.
1991: This time the birthday happened and so did a small party in my adayar home in Chennai, with all my 2nd floor friends coming into wish me birthday wishes.Life in an apartments was so cool, with me getting to be the centre of attention. After the birthday party got over, I kinda felt bored, so decided to play "Robber and Police" with me taking the self proclaimed privilege of captaining the "Police" team.
1992: Birthday was spent flirting with a cute bengali chick called Swati Bukyalkar ...and creating my own colours in felt pens..in what I felt would be the Indian uniform for the 1992 Cricket World Cup..which was to start the next day.Damn....I behaved as if I never knew tamil and I knew only hindi, just to give her the feeling that we have a similar background, and this helps in "cementing" the bond. But to be frank, I actually know better Hindi than Tamil, even now
1993: After being tired of buying conventional t shirts and shorts, I decide to have an unusual birthday present and decide to paint my own T shirt..with the letters INDIA in front and KARTIK behind..which for the next couple of years made people stare at me.Those were the days when cricket fever was at its max,and I would play cricket with that shiirt, have coloured pads on my leg, apply my mother's fair and lovely cream to resemble the White Zinc cream that cricketers(especially the australian bowlers)used to have when playing cricket.
1994: was in 7th standard... and spent the birthday quietly giving chocolates to my close friends and started a new ritual , the namaskaram to my grandparents which started to be firstsourcce of big time pocket money...of 100 bucks during my birthday.
1995: First time , somebody treated me on my birthday...my mother and I were taken by my mother's sister's folks to a place called Nilgiri's nest for a dinner and I dont seem to really eat so much then..and decide to finish the dinner as early as possible and get back home to have a early snooze as I need to wake up at 2 30 am the next day to watch the India vs Australia one day match to be played at Dundedin in the New Zealand Cricket Centenary
.1996: It was called Cricket's greatest year by Prime sports (now Star Sports)..and it sure was.I remember giving a treat for the first time after my friends at school literally forced me into giving one .... the treat was 60 bucks worth of samosas,pepsi,puffs among 4 people and I felt like I was a millionare giving away Charity.On my birthday which happened to be my nandhee...(a ritual which is done a day before the upanayanam) I sleepily got up and saw water heater warming the water near the bathroom and sleepily felt my hand into the water to see how hot the water was , totally unoblivious of the water heater and lo....got the first electric shock of my life.Those days the Coke,Pepsi cans were the "in -thing" and with the world cup on .... I decided to treat my cousins to some Coke ..and bought three coke cans ...and had a crazy hobby of collecting many empty soft drink cans...to showcase on my cupboard that I had drunk all of these..and treasured them as if they were vignettes meant to be preserved.This birthday was all the more enjoyable as the whole family was at my place , during my upanayanam and nobody moved out to the kalyana mandapam,untill the India -West Indies match at Gwalior was over.
1997 : Again one of those really cool birthday's spent at Besant nagar beach with my close friends and when I was short of cash my friend B.C.Ram pitched in some of his money to pay up the bill...
1998: This was spent just going to the temple and drowning myself in my CBSE text books as the public exams were nearing.
1999: A very quiet birthday, with half the people forgetting in my family as it was overshadowed by my cousin's housewarming ceremony in suburban Madipakkam.
2000: Again another birthday lost in the din of the class 12 Board exams.All I do is take a darshan at a temple before sleeping into my science text book.
2001: 18 till I die !!! This was the song I heard in the morning on my walkman ...as I turned 18 that year and in typical rebelious fashion...I didnt want to go home and go to the temple and have a quiet birthday.I got off my college bus ......simply roamed around alone....walking across the whole of adayar,with my walkman to my ears ... feeling the self glorified fact that I am no more a kid after turning 18.
2002: Birthday treats become more localized and outsourced...as I treat my friends by asking them to come to a symposium at Hindustan engineering college and enjoy the lunch there.
2003: My first major hole in the purse...treat classmates to a huge bill at Pizza corner in Chennai. ( I think it was Achut and Sudhir, who came that day, while watching Sachin and Saurav pummel 100's against hapless Nairobi n the 2003 world cup)
2004:My first birthday spent all alone ..in Pune ... as I Go there for an interview for the MBA program at Symbiosis and treat myself to a Maharshtrian special called SPDP (Sev potato dahi papdi ).First birthday I discover the pain and joy of being alone in a big city.The pain being my health was bad then,and joy being ..Pune was BABE LAND ....
2005: I give three rounds of treats to my college friends, Close friends and then Infy friends at the Dominos outlet in Infosys Chennai and learn how easy it is to get swayed by emotions in giving multiple treats only to see that the bank account is damaged to an extent :- )
2006:Had a blast in office.They give me an impromptu birthday party.Spent the better part of the evening analysing targets and projections for the next month.I was cursing my stars,that the best part of the evening was spent drowning myself in mundane excel sheets.
2007:Damn the whole birthday eve had been spent in deleting the 100 odd spam mails I have recieved requesting for my credit card number to buy VIAGRA and CIALIS at their discounted 4.65$ rate. Thankfully, there's no invitation from a credit card agency to consider me worthy of their next credit card scheme.I was planning an outing, but am reconsidering because all these treats these days for birthdays do not have any outlet for talking and spending a good time remembering the good ol days ...but just a eating fest where people gorge at your expense...and after finishing a heavy meal... they remember to wish me along with all the burps and belches.People and friends start expecting treats in bigger and more posh hotels as the pay cheque increases....but according to me , the star status of a hotel hardly matters.As long as you are able to enjoy the day and are able to feel special on that day with your friends, it hardly matters where you have food at udipi hotel or chola hotel.I realize this , my friends dont .... :- )Ask me and I would love to spend time just sitting on the bench of a railway station or the beach eating groundnuts with masala.Nothing equals the that joy.... and simple arrangement where one is able to converse a lot with his special friends and also enjoy the day.
2008: At home, with fever. Only the messages remind me that its my birthday
2009: An sms, a few orkut wishes and a call later, I am planning to hit the sack. Though I'd like to take time out with friends today, a pile of office work stares at me. If I can leave at 6-7 pm, then I shall decide on some quiet place to spend time with some friends.
I notice whenever I run a little fast for more than 20 seconds, I pant and I struggle to breathe. I feel I just need to rest for a long while to get my breath back. I feel the same happening with corporate life. Right now, even though the running generates a sense of excitement, its the moments when I pant, that a lot of questions hit me. Do I mutely ignore and start running or do I spend more time waiting for breath to catch up?
I feel I know where the answers will come from, but I just dont want to face the answers, as the questions itself seem to have made me uncomfortable.
Conventional life is boring, and when you try and break away from the routine, there's always something at the back of your mind asking you to return back to your convention.
I guess I will go through such moments as I am slowly getting exposed to the realities of life. The time for pausing life just got over, time to hit the play button and RUN home.... Byculla-Thane Fast Local chalo chalo!