27 January 2014

Kondal !!!

Another guy I was able to spend an hour and a half this week was with a long lost friend – Kondal! We worked together in my first job in Bombay back in 1991-1993. Had a fleeting glimpse of him and his family a few years later at a restaurant. Was able to sit down and chat after a long long time. I still marvel at my friends from my first job who stayed true to their love of technology. He is surely one of them – and I have lost all ability to code these days… He was waxing eloquent on “cloud” and I was wondering if it might rain in Dallas πŸ™‚

It was simply wonderful seeing him after such a long time and catching up on so many people he has kept up with and I have not….

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25 January 2014

Houston crowd

It was a little late by the time the meetings ended. But that did not deter a couple of my friends and their families to come and meet me. Subrata and I went to middle school together. Nirmalya (much younger than me) used to play together with my brother and myself and other neighbors every summer when he visited his uncle – who was my neighbor! The last time I saw his daughter was when she was barely standing up in his apartment. Now she is a sixth grader!!

That was one of the best Indian food I had. And certainly the most awesome β€œadda”!! Also, I can’t remember the last time three forty-something Bengali guys sat down with so little hair to show for themselves πŸ™‚

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24 January 2014

No cellphone?

Remember yesterday how I ran into an old friend and sat down for a cup of coffee in the terminal before we split? There was a very interesting side story that happened at the cafe that I never mentioned.

Tom and I sat down at the first cafe we could find – actually it was a bar – and he ordered a diet coke and I, a coffee. As we finished up our chatting, I asked the guy at the bar – who seemed to be our age – if he could do us a favor and take a picture on my phone. You could see that something was not right. He took the phone and had the screen facing us. He asked “which buttons do I press? I do not have a cellphone. I do not know how these things work”. Just as I started saying “turn it the other way and press the big white circle on the screen”, a fellow passenger on my left offered to take the picture. And that is what we did. That is the picture you saw.

Couple of minutes later as Tom and I started wrapping up, it struck me – did the guy really say he does not have a cellphone? He probably meant a smartphone. So, I hollered at him and asked “What do you mean you do not have a cellphone?” Much to the surprise of everybody sitting around he said “Never did. Never will”. I persisted “You do not have a cellphone?”. “No sir. Just a landline. Don’t want a cellphone”.

Totally amazed, I went “Wow! We will need to drag you to the twenty first century one of these days”. And the lady on Tom’s right yelled back – “No. Let him be there”. Evidently, a lot more people think of cellphone as a nuisance factor. Just when everybody in America is thinking of getting out of landlines and have a cellphone only….

Unfortunately, we had to leave soon. I had a office meeting coming up. Tom had a flight to catch.

I am going to go back to that cafe and find that guy out. I have a lot of interesting questions for him. I am sure he has some cool stories.

If any of you go to Atlanta airport, check out Cafe Intermezzo in Terminal B (it is near the center of the terminal) and ask for Jason. You can identify him by his shoulder level hair. I have no doubt he will regale you on why he does not want a cellphone…

24 January 2014

I never get old of meeting this guy…

Wherever I go, I try to make time to meet old friends that crossed my path. Because I have decided that is important to me. But in places where I have a lot of friends, that becomes a difficult optimization problem πŸ™‚

However, there are a few guys guy, I will meet anytime I go to Dallas. This time , I had enough time to meet one of them. Why do I make time for him?

Maybe it is his long hair (Heaven knows, I have none)
Maybe it is his tall height (God knows I am not)
Maybe the fact he spends so much time with wife and two daughters (I know I don’t with mine)

But an hour with Larry Mason – now that is something I will go the end of the world for.

Last time we met a few months back, it was about how to set up my website. This time we spent discussing horror stories of Dell support, Microsoft support and yes, stupid Apple policies!!!

Mr. Mason, you are one of the best! Even if only your feet get to travel first class πŸ™‚

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23 January 2014

Following your passion…

Saw Tammi after – oh! probably 10 years? I still remember the first day she showed up for work in my team in 1996 or so – I was asking myself “How the heck do you pronounce Gagne”? πŸ™‚ We worked together for a few years and then she quit to raise her family.

What was delightful to learn was how one fine day, she decided to follow her passion – teaching. While raising her two kids, she got herself thru the teaching exams and certification and is now a high school teacher for math and physics!! Maybe I should get some ideas for my puzzle section from her next time πŸ™‚

Speaking of courage to follow your dreams, she took it upon herself to be a bodybuilder and went on to become a regional champ a few years back. To put it in perspective, I still go to the gym only to take a shower πŸ™‚

We had a great hour or so catching up on our families, old team mates and life in general. I admire her ability and courage to pursue her dreams. True happiness can only come from being who you are. Not what you think others think you are. Or should be.

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23 January 2014

The upsides of going to the restroom

An hour and half into the return flight to Atlanta, I was going thru one of those questions that always vex me in these 2-3 hour flights. Especially after a couple of cups of coffee. The question was “Go to the restroom now or wait till we land and use the ones in the airport”. I know, I know, my mind is preoccupied with too many little questions πŸ˜‰ In my defense, once in a while I do wonder about big questions – a la Adrian Mole – like “Is God married?” πŸ™‚

In any case, today, I decided to be safe than sorry. And I am glad I did. As I was walking back from the restroom, I bumped into a very old friend of mine – Tom Groom – sitting right in the first row with his Beats in his ears and pecking away on his MacBook.

We could not talk much in the plane. But after we got down, he had just enough time to grab a coffee with me, sit down and catch up before he scooted for his connecting flight – and I headed back to office for another day of meetings.

The serendipitous nature of how these intersection points get created is mind boggling.

Maybe I should go to the restrooms more often πŸ˜‰

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23 January 2014

Now that is how you look at life..

Sitting in a plane a few minutes before we take off, I lobbed a call and the following conversation took place:
“David?”
“Yes?”
“This is Rajib here. Rajib Roy”
“Hey Rajib! What’s up?”
“Just checking on you. Love your running updates. By the way, is it not your birthday today?”
“Indeed! The big 50!”
“Happy Birthday!! Big 50 huh? Feeling old”?
“Nope ! Now I get to the 50-55 group in races. Best chance to pick up some medals”!!

Only a runner would think that way!!! What a great attitude!!
Thank you for a great start to the day, David!!

18 January 2014

One more of those hilarious conversations with mom…

I was having my daily call with mom this morning. We were just chatting about how the day went for her when she suddenly asked “Badambhaja kachchis?” (“Are you having roasted peanuts?” – this, by the way, is a very common snack for Bengalis). Completely taken aback (after all, I was just having my first cup of coffee in the the morning that time), I replied “Na. Keno bolo to?”. (“Nope. Why?”). To which she responded “Naah. Hotat badambhajar gondho pelam monay holo”. (“Oh! I thought I just smelt some roasted peanuts”).

And I am like “What? I am talking to you on the phone” πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

A similar incident had happened a long time back. I was talking to her from my mobile phone near my cubicle in office. I was talking a little softly (unlike other days where I would have stepped out of the office and called her). She asked me if I was sick. (BTW, my mom Β jumps straight to the conclusion that I am sick if I do anything different from what I did the previous day πŸ™‚ ). I, of course, said No and asked her why. She said that my voice was very muffled. So, I explained to her that there were other people around me who did not understand Bengali and I was trying not to be rude – so I was speaking softly.Β She immediately hushed her voice and said “Oh! that is a good point”.

And I am like “Why are YOU hushing your voice?” πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚

We still talk about that incident once in a while….

17 January 2014

The girls always stick together…

Last night after coming back home, I was teasing Sharmila about something. She was putting up a spirited fight but clearly was not winning the battle of wits. (That is my story and I am sticking to it πŸ™‚ ). So the two girls immediately jumped in to bolster support for mom. But, I think what Niki did next bordered on the extreme πŸ™‚

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