Atheist's World

Its been quite sometime that I haven't updated my blog. Nothing much has happened. The same usual stuffs of home and office. Lately, I have been extremely busy at office and the incessant load shedding hasn't helped my cause either. Sundays are usually spent at home with a quarter of Royal Stag/Signature or Antiquity and some appetizers to go by. The easiest and by far my favorite appetizer is Wai wai sandeko. Just can't get enough of it. I sometimes cook appetizers n other stuffs too. I have tried my hands successfully cooking egg pakoras, hash brown potatoes, beignets, burgers, fish fries, chicken chillies, chicken curry with coconut milk (Malaysian style), etc. Well they have always been 'Finger Licking Good' except for once when the Malaysian Style chicken was too hot coz I ended up using just a few too many dried red chillies. I used almost an entire can of coconut milk in a bid to mellow the taste but to no avail. We managed to finish the entire stuff which s...

It was one of those days, or in fact nights at office. Nothing I did seemed going my way. A lot of people who know me the slightest bit know how bad I am at controlling emotions. Every question irked me, every single voice irritated me. It got worst everytime the boss yelled, "score". I am sure the boys were trying their bit but it was a Saturday and most of the businesses were shut. I have never been very fond of working on Saturdays. I could not wait for the shift to get over so when the clock struck 8, Sunday morning, I hurried out of the office. "Nabin, wait I am also coming", a friend shouted as I got stranded in the staircase. "Lets go and play some pool", he said as we met. I couldn't resist the urge to strike the cue ball after such a long time. So, there we were in the pool house at 8 in the morning with a bottle of Red Label abd few packets of Lays and Kurkure. There could not have been a better start to a Sunday, I thought so. We started w...

"Bye, Goodnight", Rex slurred and staggered away to his destination. Thus, a night of drinking and laughter had come to an end, albeit unwantedly. It was a sunday and the plan had been conspired only a day before, Garcia was the one who initially suggested to have a house party. When I suggested Upstairs (I just love their pork momo) for our hangout he had said that it was pretty expensive. Hence, a consensus was reached for a get together at my place. I woke up pretty early and after some mundane chores, started preparing for the evening. I decided to prepare few items as appetizers to accompany our drinks. I honestly can't swallow a sip if there isn't a titbit to nibble on. Well, Feroze was the first one to show up just after the rain had stopped followed by Jim and Rex. Just after the arrival of Feroze, I cleaned and laid down couple of mats on the terrace. One by one, Alex, Garcia, Oscar, David, turned up. It was a great evening with dark clouds hovering over us. ...

The title has got nothing to do with the romantic flick. Of course, this article has its own romance. We had been in Darjeeling for the past 2 days and we were yet to see a proper sunshine. A typical monsoon. We had drenched ourselves and managed to visit most of the spots. Although nothing was new to me, I had a company for whom it was a first time. For us city dwellers and more importantly nocturnal creatures, a place like Darjeeling can be very small. The entire city is dead asleep by 8 pm. So, not having much to do and our pockets getting emptier because of the cheap booze and beef (i just love it), we decided it was time for us to leave. Running short of our high end dope too helped the cause. Pashupatinagar, the border to Nepal is an hour's journey and back then they used to charge 60 bucks (Indian Rupees) per head and they don't move unless they can fill 6 people in each of those Maruti vans. For me, the ride has always been worth every little penny, with those narrow ro...

It was a bright, sunny and warm Monday morning. Having slept early the night before, I woke up early, feeling as fresh as a morning dew. I excitedly jumped out of my bed and went to make an international call. As usual, I was disappointed to hear the same recorded voice. So, I decided to while my time away in the net. Of all the contacts online, there was a girl who I had met and be-friended few years back during an usual Sunday hangout. Though we had met almost 3 years back, we hadn't faced each other ever since. Of course, I used to call her once in a blue moon, but more often than not, it used to be during those Sundays, in good mood. I specially love to talk to people when I am kinda drunk. Normally, I think I am kinda quiet person who doesn't like to talk much. When I am tipsy, drunk, in a good mood or in a high (whatever you call it), its just the opposite. At times, I've locked my cell phone away so that I don't disturb people during odd hours with my insanity. S...

Finally, 2007 is bygone and we've already stepped into 2008. I would just like to take few minutes off and look back at the year that has passed by. Some people might think its not such a good idea as lot of us believe in "letting bygones be bygones." I want to look back not because I want to cry over my failures but I want to analyse my deeds in the year gone by and make sure that I learn from my past. I am a firm believer of "Life is the best teacher." The year was full of highs and lows. If there were some moments that made me want to stop the clock so that I could live that moment forever, then there were also moments that made me feel suicidal. There were times when I felt like ending everything I was into and there were also times when I felt I couldn't have asked for more. There were some broken relationships and there was also sister's marriage. If you ask me today, honestly, thats only the second instance in my life when I've felt so low or ...

We hadn't heard from each other for a while, both of us busy on our respective jobs. One fine day as I was whiling my time surfing the net in the office, having stepped in early, she called me up. After exchanging pleasantries, she told me she was reading, "One Night @ the Call Centre" and had called me up to let me know. She still remembered my desire to read the book which I had disclosed to her almost a year back. Wow! what a memory...along with the information that she had the book came the reluctance to lend it to me as she too had borrowed it. It took me another 2 minutes to coax her to lend me the book to which she finally agreed. Is there a better telemarketeer around? After about a week's wait, the book was finally in my hands. I didn't know what to expect but my desire to read the book was totally based on the fact that I belong to the "Call centre" industry and I expected to somehow relate the story to myself. I finished it in 5 days and I mus...