Monthly Archives: August 2005

The manual is almost coming to an end. Things are looking better. Went to a mall and had hot stuff. Made my groggy feeling go. There was some free sopu and noodles and i went the full accelater on chili sauce. It was crazeeeeeee. The walk at the end of a day fighting with MicroSoft Word was good. Word stopped at several occasions giving me the jitters. Changed some of the Bold and Italics.

Sleepy as hell. The manual is 90% complet… Waiting for my boss to come in. Started life at 6.15. The lights are irritating me. There is a sign that says quiet hour. I want to change it to quiet year

My Mom and me are intuitive to the extend that this morning i woke up just before the alarm. i usually beat the alarm. My mom is a fair judge of people. I have inherited that trait except i have nothing to show for it in my love life department.
Early mornings do freshen me up and help purge the toxins. Just a few days ago I did not know what the fuss was all about. Now I know. Necessity is the mother of invention.
Morning grey blue clouds look classy and one canj clearly see the silver lining.



Our building durning the rains. Pics send by Jignesh

Life is great. My brother is off to delhi. Thinking of getting a look in. Delhi food can be exotic. and women too. Got the rainy pictures from Jignesh, who took the trouble of sending it accross. The manual is flourishing. So am I. Sweety Sethi called up early morning. Good day. Consumed Chinese dosa.

Today is a new day and the manual is bothering me a wee bit. Most of it is done. The About section is being written even as I speak. I’m relaxed and a bit worried. My friend Anne always teased me “Suneal is a worrier, Suneal is a worrier” in that “We are gonna get you” tone of EVIL DEAD. I think she is right. I’m a worrier. One hell of a worrier

It says ” Please tip toe! Sleep in progress”
‘Sleep is a weapon’ Bourne Identity: Robert Ludlum

Long time ago Anand Society was our haunt. A B and c wing. This is where we set endlessly on terraces and did planchet, talked women, played hide and seek, stole pickles and had night parties on New Years Eve. The uncles got drunk and provided humour. We got to dance with our crushes. Ramesh Sheth the wanna-be MLA complained about the noise to the poilce. We discussed poetry, philosophy, Rod stewart and Beatles. I got to sing elvis and Umesh stuck to Beatles. Personality contests and me compere-ing. We wore suits. Me and the Iyer brothers. I took Mr. Iyer’s Brylcreem in good measure to his ire. We were wanna-be ad people thanks to reading Ogilvy’s book and i was wanna be Elvis.
We stood in iyer flat and poured water on girls during holi and Mohan and me got to discuss our respective girlfriends D & D. We heard songs and went for hikes and to beaches early morning and to beaches late evenings.
Freeman climber up trees and invented weapons of small destruction like a straw that served as a pea-shooter. Murali punched me on hearing about my crush on his ‘raakhee’ sister. Umesh took my side. Uchchu was the big casanova and we were side-kicks.
Francis could punch us with his mohammad ali gloves and bowl very, very fast like Malcolm Marshall.
Umesh could bat. I could bowl. Mohan was the allrounder and Freeman the big hitter as he hit Atul to the terrace of a nine storeyed Krishna apartment.
We grew up and Jelly and Dimple took our times. They lived in different building and loved our attention.

Often we broke down the front wall if the gate was denied to us. At holi we had bhang and got totally silly. The food was good for once a year.
Randall and me stole eachothers comic books and grew up to continue the tradition in the girlfriend department.

last whiff of India

Having hated the system in this country for over 30 years, you obviously need a more neutral observer. The systems (100 year old gutters and 5000 years of corrupt culture) showede its true colors as animals and children and other spineless individuals suffered as shiva opened his third eye and it came lashing.
I being the least affected with just an AC, fridge and a tv gone along with the bed and beddings. But people have died here. I’m luckier than most.

Living on the ground floor (or ground zero) has some obvious advantages in case of emergencies like earthquakes, storms, fires, fights with wives or mothers etc. This advantage is suitably obliterated in flood situations as was the case on 26th July turmoil caused not by rains but due to lack of civic sense.

We live in the world of self-serving propaganda that we spread and are stupid enough to believe. India Rising! India Shining! Fastest growing economy! Greatest democracy! The obvious derailment of basic human needs is compounded by senseless lust for building and obvious lack of brains. We need better propaganda. Shit Rising! Death Shining! Fastest growing population helped by illegal inflow! Black Democracy!

The British had once said that we were not ready for self determination. They were right. We are still not ready. We just have 5000 years of experience in corrupt practices, Kama Shutra and religious malpractices. Harappa and Mohenjo Daro were more urban than Bombay (it is Mumbai now, Numerological disaster and initiater of riots, bomb blasts, earth quakes and floods).

Every possible thing has happened in this city in the last 5 days. Deaths. Destruction. Land Slides. Water Shortage. Fires. Black Outs. Riots. Hunger. Injuries. Lack of Transport. All these, while the government sits and roasts their backside.

The spirit called Bombay

It was people who helped people. Nobody else. Organisations like the Patel Samaj and the Jain Mandal are serving hot food round the clock to the city’s poor. Once again it is the Annie Besants and Mother Therasas who have come to the rescue.

The common man is back at work facing death and damnation daily. But something has to change. And something will.


Walk in the office without shoes. Cool and comfy. fell asleep for two minutes. Wait my feel smell. Must put on my shoes again. maybe later. The Kerala pictures are here. Click here for my Kerala trips

… can be beautiful, especially if you get a bright idea at 4 am and decide to follow it up in an organisation that is 24/7. Early morning give you an early start and add Meswak to brush the teeth, cool, pure air and nobody on the streets and life becomes fantastic. The crows on the trees do not wake the sleeping security but add zest to my life.

There is a new phobia making rounds in the city news. The classification as far as psychology is concerned is a bit out dated but the maening is clear. Hydrophobia. Fear of water. A lot of people in Maharashtra have never seen so much water in their lives. Niether me. And I understand how scary water is after we were caught in what the birthday boy Justin calls Flash floods.
The tide is high for vocabulary. Mithi river which turned into gutter has not been mentioned by anyone for the last 5000 years. Notice how I love that number when i indulge in India bashing. 5000 years this! 5000 years that!
At office things are quitening down and suddenly my manual has come in review by a product manager and IT manager and anyone else who has an opinion but quite frankly, that helps a technical writer who’s shaken and not stirred. This is Just a trial project for a struggling technical writer who’s flying to an evasive deadline.
I’m aptly helped by Mr. H and Mr. S and Mr. R and good old Len. Life goes on.

My friend offered me money to work for an insurance agency. It was funny and nice. Who knows I might even take that money and use it.


There is an epidemic doing rounds in the city of Mumbai. The ministers are simply farting around doing nothing and people are dying even as we speak.

The second day is even better than the first. i have started writing the manual. The job is much simpler than it looks. The success in Writing user manuals these days is directly proportionate to how quickly you can jump within the document, how fast you can find and replace using templates and advance option.
Too much of tomato soup has gone into my system making me feel sour. New shortcuts have been found within computing and beyond the office; namely the quickest and the most economical way to the office.
Love life still stagnant between G and Emma, I’m enjoying this particular stint in india. Must keep awake in the afternoons through explanations of how software works.
There’s a possible job in Oman. Creative. The air may do me well. Let’s see.

Technical writing is my strength, having written manuals, content and ads all my life. Have joined Zycus that pays me a take home of 30.8 K a month. The people are nice and the atmostphere is friendly. I like it.
The people are extremely nice and the HRD goes out of their way to make you feel wanted. Have a nice boss.