I thought I would not get a chance to crib about something here, but the Chief Village Idiot (aka the president) of the gated community I live in gave me something to talk about. This guy if born into a political party would have become second only to Jayalalitha or Laloo Prasad Yadav. As they say about first gen rich guys, he had humble beginnings, then went on to get elected the president of this community. After that, there was no looking back. He has now a huge construction business, which he started here itself. He has installed only his yes men everywhere from the glorified dogcatchers aka the community security guards to the entire council office. He has managed to get himself elected for the last 10 or more years, with the support of the idiots or the residents of this colony. The truely sane are the minority here.

The movers brought my stuff and everything from my college to this place, the security would not allow them to enter, for 'security reasons'! They went and came the second day, only to be stopped at the gates again. I personally went to talk with the idiot on guard and he says I have to 'talk to the Chief'. The moron then says the vehicle has to enter through the gate at the opposite end. I say to the duffer, but my house is right next to the gate! Logic is always lost on people with no brains. The poor mover brings in everything through a tiny opening in the gate. He (the alpha-moron) says 'he works for the welfare of the residents'. This is welfare? Dear Lord!!! Atleast he has served himself, bought houses at atleast 3 different localities, one a 4 storey building, misappropriated the funds given by the government to lay roads, his close friend's wife is the dummy corporation councillor, complains to newspapers that a nearby fruit shop (owned by himself and his politician friend) dumps garbage inside this community, converted a vibrant playground which hosted many cricket and football tournaments into a park, but complains 'the government did not plan well to have a playground'.

Saala Madrasi

My father is a great motivator, just talk to him for a few hours and he will give the worst case scenario possible that you would wanna pick up yourself, and run as far away as possible from the life he just described would happen. Not bad in itself, but let him bring in a couple of high placed friends to reinforce his beliefs. Just today, he took me for a covert counselling session with a Joint Director in a government office. That lady gave me the worst possible cases on why I should not have a girlfriend at very impressionable young age of 25. If you come here, you will understand that the whole of South India is like my father and my relatives, maybe except for Bangalore. Now, I am not searching for a girlfriend, but still they assume I am 'weak' and 'some attraction' will be there. Every little paper and TV prog that comes in to my home is closely scrutinised for any trace of a girl. My mom left her hair band in my bag which I took to my hostel, and brought it back. My father was curious about to whom that belongs to. When he sent me to insti, he was disappointed to note that there are hostel blocks shared by both 'boys' and 'girls' and 'girls' can visit the 'boys' in their rooms. What a surprise!

As a guy who wants a small government, I am surprised at the human resource capital my family has contributed to the government. Looks like my great-great-great grandfather and his cousins went hyperactive and incorporated the British government office gene in their progeny.

Next, Chennai with CAS sucks big time both GWBush and his father. Coupled with the fact my dad would not let my buy a set-top box, someone call the wah-mbulance. He wants me to watch some old ladies crying a river on some soaps shown here. Couple with the India-Pakistan cricket series coming up, well, understand my frustration. My friends just outside of Chennai taunt me much with this tiny little thing called CAS (or the lack of it). The first presentation I made my insti was in praising CAS and this is the rewards I get. I just want to create a time machine, go back 2 years in time and wring the puny little necks of Sushma 'Sucks' Swaraj or Pramod 'Miserable' Mahajan whoever was the I&B Minister at that time and brought the curse called CAS to Chennai. I am now waiting eagerly for my comp to be delivered and more sad stories from Chennai to follow shortly, after a couple of days.

Back Home

Atlast, I am back home in the Sunny South. Except for some minor changes, my room hasn't changed much. It is good to be back home, eating idlis dipped in podi, chutney and mummy's love. After a long wait at this not so bad browsing centre, it is good to see so many emails waiting for me :) Can't wait to get my computer delivered so I can get atleast a dialup connection and get started. Instructions have come from my new employers already to get going, read some docs etc before coming. BTW, they have a neat policy on blogging too, so I can't blog about that. Also read a few blogs about fired bloggers and I am not keen on getting fired. Looks like my uncle in Maldives might get transferred to England, so I have put a cap on going to Maldives too. Until then, good bye!