The HSBC

Like all great things, it started as a whim. A group of 3 single men go on a trek and are accompanied by another man who changed status not long back. Meandering amidst green valleys aimlessly, one man realizes the need for an organization which works for the upliftment and betterment of people who are shunned by the society in many ways. The whim becomes a thought.. thought leads to some serious discussions and the discussions end up with the formation of the club.....
"Hopelessly Singles. Bangalore Chapter"!

The HSBC, as it is called, is a club which is open to all eligible single people. Oh yes, they should be hopeless too!

Sirish Chitrapu, the founder member and President of HSBC, in his thirties, says "I have been single all my life and I know how it feels. I think it is a great forum for all the hopelessly singles to come together and discuss ideas". The main theme of the club is to "find ways to drive away a girl inadvertently".

Subrahmanya aka Subbu, fast approaching Sirish, acts as the vice-president. He has one word to say about the club - "Naai thara"!

Nitin alias Bhatta, although still in his mid-twenties, is also hopeless and had no problems getting into the club.

Sreejith aka Jithu, having recently changed status, is not a member but is a senior consultant and is a constant source of ideas for the club, courtesy his vast experience.

Contrary to popular perceptions, the club is open for girls too. But if you are a girl, be warned that you might find yourself getting paired-up with an existing member of the club!

Alternate profession?

I am piloting my MiG-500 on a busy street in Koramangala. A dame I am not much acquainted with is sitting behind me for the first time. I am trying to strike a conversation. The transcript is as follows:

Me: Hey, what do u do?
She: I am a fashion designer.
Me: Wow, thats cool!
She: (smiles) Hmmm.

(I am praying she doesn't put the same question to me. But 5 seconds later..)
She: What do you do?
Me: (sheepishly) I am into software.
She: (looking elsewhere, in a flat tone) how surprising.
Me: $#@$@#$@#$@#%

I need to change my profession. Or think of putting it in a different way to make it sound interesting.

Change.

We all change for the ones we love... True. No debating that. "How often?" is the only question. I change 4-5 times a week, on an average.

Doctors!

Last week at the MGA Hospital in Marathahalli:

Me (sounding groggy): Doc! Help... Sore throat.. finding it hard to even talk...

Doc (examining) : Dude, you might have to get admitted..
Me : Hehh? (did-i-hear-u-right kinda look from me)
Doc : The infection looks pretty bad.. I suggest u get admitted very soon..
Me : Are u cuckoo? Get admitted for a sore-throat???
Doc : Well.....

Me : Nothing doing.. Give me a few tablets.. If it doesn't get better within a coupla days, I'll come back and then decide about getting admitted.

Doc : Ok fine, here you go...

That was the last I saw of that doctor.

Well, the conversation was not exactly as mentioned above.. but the mood was something similar.

Lemme see :-)

Was wondering... what would have happened if Dennis Ritchie had named his newly developed language "P" instead of the now familiar "C"?? Mayhem, I tell you!

Yashwant Kanetkar, in his inimitable style, would have brought out a book titled "Let Us P" (together?). The moral police, never a dull moment in their life, would have breathed fire. A few effigies would have been burnt. A few buses would have been blown up. Women folk would have been embarrassed. Widespread protest.. unrest... carnage.. bandh calls in Kerala and West Bengal (yes, nowhere else)... Indian economy hit...
Smart guy, huh, Dennis Ritchie..

"Survey jana Sukhi No Bhavantu"