After months of bumming rides off everyone else, I have finally decided to buy my first car when I will be back to India. Technically, this will not be my first car as I had gifted one to my parents on their marriage anniversary after my first job.
Purchasing a car does not mean walking onto a car lot, pick a car and drive home in it the same day. Moreover, being the first one I want it the way I like it, ALL. Whenever I travel to US, my company pays for a nice rental car. This time I have got a Red Convertible, Ford Mustang. It was one of the most successful product launches in automobile industry, which has long and glorious history. It has iconic looks to die for and its mascular engine sound is as good as it looks.
Last year I had rented a SUV. Unless you drive one of the largest SUVs, you cannot understand why people purchase such a monster. The SUV brings back the thrill of driving for driving's sake that I had when I was in school but which has long since worn off. When barreling down the street in an SUV, the song "Take the Money and Run" sounds unbelievably sweet.
I am afraid that back in India I will not be able to buy any such car, instead, I will have to settle down to a C segment car like Hyundai Accent or Ford Ikon. These are the cars of low income groups in US or Europe. This makes me think that I should have come to US after my masters if i really wanted to have such material pleasures. I rather chose to be an emotional fool and stayed back in India.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Waiting for breakfast
Its 7 a.m. in Santa Clara and I am determined to take breakfast today. Though breakfast is the most important meal of the day, I am very irregular with it. Almost everyday i skip breakfast and probably this makes me tired when my brain and body runs on low fuel.
This is not the first time I am so determined to have breakfast. It has happened many times in past and I was able to achieve this difficult goal only by not sleeping whole night. I had done it many times when I was in IIT, and, during my first job in Hyderabad. I became much more organized after coming to Pune, where I am able to achieve this goal without night outs. That is only because of Jeet, who is capable enough to wake me up with regular phone calls and messaging. I am so thankful to him for all the efforts he puts in for it.
But today, after so long, I am again on a night out waiting for breakfast. Actually, I am not very excited about it as I used to be in IIT. The feeling was different altogether, mostly because of the chit-chatting over the mess table and fish pond eating aalu ka paratha. People reading newspaper loudly and discussing about cricket or any other hot article from Bombay times with a sutta in hand. It seems like the comfort of 5 star hotel of US and a number of options to eat in breakfast does not excite me. May be i should go back to IIT for few days to live those moments once again.
This is not the first time I am so determined to have breakfast. It has happened many times in past and I was able to achieve this difficult goal only by not sleeping whole night. I had done it many times when I was in IIT, and, during my first job in Hyderabad. I became much more organized after coming to Pune, where I am able to achieve this goal without night outs. That is only because of Jeet, who is capable enough to wake me up with regular phone calls and messaging. I am so thankful to him for all the efforts he puts in for it.
But today, after so long, I am again on a night out waiting for breakfast. Actually, I am not very excited about it as I used to be in IIT. The feeling was different altogether, mostly because of the chit-chatting over the mess table and fish pond eating aalu ka paratha. People reading newspaper loudly and discussing about cricket or any other hot article from Bombay times with a sutta in hand. It seems like the comfort of 5 star hotel of US and a number of options to eat in breakfast does not excite me. May be i should go back to IIT for few days to live those moments once again.
Having jet lag
Its 6:30 a.m. in the morning and I am still awake. Couldn't sleep last night but I am feeling fresh. I love to see morning, it feels like heaven. I am in very good mood, may be because it is saturday morning so I have 2 days without work and secondly, I am in Santa Clara, CA which is a different world altogether.
I am remembering those days of IIT where after drinking whole night we use to go to Vihar lake early morning to enjoy the scenic beauty which gives the feeling of Kashmir or any other heavenly place. The quiet synthesis of water from Vihar lake and bird sound gives the feeling of newness and light spirit. But this morning is very different, instead of listening to the musical sound of birds, I am hearing the unpleasant and unwanted traffic noise. May be I should go out and find a better place.
I am remembering those days of IIT where after drinking whole night we use to go to Vihar lake early morning to enjoy the scenic beauty which gives the feeling of Kashmir or any other heavenly place. The quiet synthesis of water from Vihar lake and bird sound gives the feeling of newness and light spirit. But this morning is very different, instead of listening to the musical sound of birds, I am hearing the unpleasant and unwanted traffic noise. May be I should go out and find a better place.
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