Virtual life

Yes for the past couple of years that is how my life is. Been on the net and been chatting or replying to comments on my blogs. I have been in Hyderabad for the past 6 years and I guess for the last 5 years I am on the net almost every night surfing and blogging. I use to chat in the initial stages but after that I used my energy putting up my blogs and live a virtual life.

I think I am a blogaholic now if ever such a word exist. I have 5 blogs and currently 3 of them are active and now this one. What makes me blog? I guess it must be the addiction and boredom. Am I losing sight of reality? Who do I talk to except the pages in my blogs and sharing it with others who I guess are in a similar boat like me, it is a sinking boat?

I rather spend my time with my notebook then going for a drink in the pub, is there something terribly wrong here. I keep checking my emails for any reply to my blogs and feel rather disappointed if there is no comments on my blogs. Do you have the same feelings too?

I read my newspapers on the net and I do my search on just about anything on the net. So I really can’t imagine myself being away from the net. So my best buddy in this whole entire world is my notebook and I guess my notebook is very resilient and faithful to me. What would I do without it and off course the “www”, the mother of all inventions.

Well I am finally leaving Hyderabad

Thought my departure from Hyderabad was going to be delayed by 2 weeks but I got a call yesterday from HQ asking me to leave for KL on 04.07.08 and I was delighted. The sad thing is that I have to wait for some documents from HQ and after that for our JV partner to send someone to get the document from me and hence I guess my safe bet would be on 08.07.08,I had cancelled my previous flight booking and would do so only after I see the document and a confirmation from our JV partner when they are collecting the document.

But never the less it was a good piece of news that I had recieved yesterday and now the waiting game starts. Lot of stuff to do before I leave Hyderabad and I have to start now.

Wish me luck.

Spain 1 Germany 0

Another chapter in the Euro Cup championship came to an end this morning with a superb goal by Torres at the 33rd minute of the game (I loved it as Torres is playing for my favourite team Liverpool). Looked like Germany was outplayed by the Spaniards and the game was getting a bit out of hand and I felt the refree was not in total control of the game.

Michael Ballack being the captain, had been the main culprit and I am suprised that he got away with only a yellow card. Nothing was going right for the German team even though I was hoping until the last second for them to score the equalizer but my dreams were shattered.

To me without England in the tournament was a damper and I just couldn’t come to terms of watching the rest of the team even though at one stage I was pinning my hopes on Holland but they too dissapointed me.

So looks like all good things must come to an end and so did Euro 2008, and I loved the scenic cities where the game was played and the atmosphere on the stadiums looked electrifying. My hats off to the organisers for a great show.

Haircut revisited

Yes such a sport span of time and I had to go for another haircut, the last was in Kuala Lumpur and the barber was from India and here in India I got the real deal with the full package, the barber with the bad B.O but I can’t complain as he is a very good barber. He skillfully searched for my hair and also suggested that I should dye my hair with natural colour so that the volume increases maybe to give an illusion that I have a full crop of hair. I turned him down as I am happy with whatever I am having now, it’s thinning on the top and back and maybe give that wise look.

The reason why I go to the barber is to actually get my grey hairs reduced, as you see I am getting my greys only at the sideburns and when they grow, they seem to be having an unruly growth. Then there are a few strands of grey in my moustache which I would also like to remove and trim my moustache otherwise I would look like the fiery Hyderabad constable. I tried shaving it 5 months back and I have taken a photo of myself and boy I couldn’t recognise myself so I let it grow and maybe when it really turns grey then I might reconsider removing it.

Well the trip to barber shop cost me Rs 90(USD 2.25) and I leave a tip of Rs 20(USD 0.50) and the barber saloon is in uptown Banjara Hills with air-condition and a clean environment. I bet you won’t get your haircut any cheaper than this in a five star environment. Ah…the little pleasures of Hyderabad.

There goes my early exit

Thought I was leaving by 04.07.2008 from Hyderabad but I guess that has to change now. Now I have to be in Hyderabad to conduct some interview on the potential candidates for our overseas project and also interviews of some potential lawyers as my company boss is making his trip here.

So looks like I am going to spend maybe another extra week here and that really upset my other plans. I am going to be in Hyderabad right smack in the monsoon rains because so far it has not arrived yet. Monsoon in Hyderabad means many things but the most significant one is that there would be frequent power cuts, pre-emptive cuts so that the electrical cables do not get short circuits because of the way the electrical wires are hanging on the poles, you would get scared if it happens to touch you (the dangling cables).

I hope my buddy, the rat snake don’t get flushed out by the rains as their homes will be flooded and they would look for food in my kitchen,like the 6 footer did last time. I hope the cable TV doesn’t get distrupted due to bad weather.

Now what am I writing, deviating from my original topic, yes my exit is delayed. So I guess this would give me some more time for me to finish my new book which I bought yesterday, titled Brida by Paulo Coelho.

Now thanks to Jean, since I am tagged, I have to go through the formality of posting a blog on that, still haven’t started working on that.

Sunday blues

Well it’s one of those Sundays where things don’t move at all. I had to clean the dishes in the sink today as my servant didn’t turn up and boy how I hate doing that. After that I made my lunch and had some beer to cheer me up but I guess it didn’t as I was watching Euro2008 game between Holland and Russia and that disappointed me. My favourite team Holland lost, how could they torture me this way on Sunday when I am drinking beer. I slept in the afternoon and I got up at 4 p.m. but my body just didn’t want to get up and so I slept until 5.30 p.m. and it was too late to make it to the evening mass (Did I sin?)

And so I am sitting on my computer and reading the blogs that I frequent and dutifully commented on them and now I am writing a blog on what I did on this Sunday which was pretty depressing anyway.

I have a book next to me by PG Wodehouse, maybe I will read that for the night and laugh a little.

Is there real love?

Is there such a thing as real love in this world? Unconditional love? Is it something of a myth? Why do we attach expectations to love as love itself is unconditional. Can we have a relationship with the opposite sex without expecting anything in return? Why we as humans always expect something in return otherwise we feel that we are losing out in the bargain.

Is love a bargain then?

Why do you trade your love for something in return? Can we just not love our neighbours or another human being for the sake of love?

I know how it is as I have got myself into trouble a couple of times and sometimes I wonder ‘Is there real love?”

Tank you!

Lovely tank right? Well I stay near the Indian Army base at Sainikpuri in Secunderabad cantonment and I always wanted to pose next to the tank. But since it is an Army base I really don’t feel like doing it as I don’t want to be shot in the process. So what I did was the next best thing, I took the snap shot from my car. I guess the tank must be a stripped down version of the real thing otherwise God only knows what would happen, if someone decides to take the tank for a joy ride(just a thought). I hope you like the picture and don’t worry I am not in a war zone. There are actually a couple of tanks and each time I pass this area, I can feel the discipline that surrounds this location and how things are kept spick and span.

What plant is this?

Now this is my favourite plant at home and I thought it was called Elephant Yam but when I google it, Elephant Yam is a different plant altogether. So I am back to square one, what is the name of this plant. Can anybody help me on this.

Back in Hyderabad

Well this snap shot was taken at the KL airport last evening. It was a scale model of the Malaysian Airlines 747 aircraft but I took an airbus 330-200 to Hyderabad, oh I hate the 200 series, so cramped up. Anyway the flight left on time and as usual MAS landed ahead of schedule by 10 minutes. The Hyderabad International Airport has improved from the last time I landed there, which was 3 days after it’s opening in March 2008. I had to wait unusually long for the luggage but I guess I can live with that and it was a good 1.5 hours drive to the house that I stay and my driver and Emmanuel(my neighbour) were waiting for me at the airport.

I slept kinda late though this morning, due to the time difference and I was on the internet until 4 a.m. Indian time. Got up by 9.00 a.m. and my servant came in by 9.45 a.m. then followed by my driver.

I still need that sleep, so what should I do. First I have to fix myself some lunch, maybe a simple lunch would do, I’ll open a can of sardine and have it with steamed basmati rice and cucumbers. Normally cooking sardines is a breeze as I make it with a little tomato and curry powder but I have nothing in the fridge at the moment, so after this I am going to the Spencer’s supermarket to get my stuff.