Archive for March, 2005


March 30, 2005

Well, it’s certainly been an interesting few days. Drama happened, as it usually does. Things ended, then unended. Then other things ended. Good fun all around.

In more exciting news, I got my body fat tested yesterday. Here are the results, as compared to my previous reading 9 weeks ago:
Jan 21, 2005:
Body Weight:
200.5 lbs
Body Fat %: ~23%
Fat Weight: ~ 50 lbs
Lean Muscle Mass (Everything except fat): ~150 lbs

Mar 28, 2005:
Body Weight:
191.5 lbs
Body Fat %: ~19%
Fat Weight: ~36 lbs
Lean Muscle Mass: ~155 lbs

In other words, I lost about 14 lbs of fat, and gained 5 lbs of muscle. All in all, excellent results. ;The next time I measure myself will be in the last week of June. Let’s see if I can get below 17% by then.

I recently downloaded and burnt a copy of Bose: The Forgotten Hero , A.R. Rahman’s latest movie. Been listening to it in my car. I haven’t heard the whole thing yet, but it sounds good. So far though, my favourite song has been the Indian National Anthem, which is played with a complete orchestra. Goosebumps, I tell ya…



March 26, 2005

Due to lack of interest, I am abandoning the 5 Questions experiment.

The 5 Questions post below had a comment which said, “this question thing is noble, but absolutely useless […] ;you are an open book… and for those of you friends who are illiterate, you read aloud for them”

I guess that’s true. There isn’t much mystery in my life, since I make it such a point to share my life with my friends. At least, I try to share the happy moments. There are a few people who I confide in about the sad moments, but I always try to minimise that. I guess I always want to be someone people can rely on, but I’m hesitant to rely on someone else… More on this later.


March 26, 2005

First, let’s talk about my first ever business trip. I ;was scheduled to go ;down to Phoenix with a couple of guys on Tuesday for an overnight trip. Flight was scheduled for 3:35p. I got to the airport at 3:20p (my fault), and would probably have missed the plane, if not for the fact that it had been delayed an hour. Mechanical problem of some sort. An hour later, they said the plane wouldn’t take off till 7:30p at least. Apparently, there weren’t any qualified technicians in San Jose, so they had to fly someone in from Phoenix. By the way, this was America West. Dan decided that he didn’t want to take any chances with a mechanical issue, so he rescheduled himself for the 6:20a flight the next morning. Ed and I decided to stick it out, for better or worse. At 7:45p, an announcement was made that the flight wouldn’t leave till very late, so they were arranging to have everyone be put on the Southwest Airlines flight leaving at 8:50p. So all of us had to haul ourselves to the Inter-terminal bus (since Southwest was in a different building), and get a new boarding pass. This flight took off without incident, and we landed in Phoenix 5 1/2 hours late (11:45p instead of 6:30p). Checked into the hotel without incident, and got to sleep at 1a.

The following day (Wednesday) passed without much incident, at least the work-related part. We decided to change our return flight from 5:30p to 8:30p, so we could spend more time there and not have to be pressured by the time. For lunch, they had boxed-lunch sandwiches. You know, the ones with a sandwich, small bag of chips, small bowl of potato salad, and a cookie? They ordered a special Veggie sandwich for me. The sandwich had lettuce, sprouts, tomatoes, and leaves. That’s right, leaves . With a stalk attached, like they’d just been plucked from a tree. They might have been spinach, I don’t know. But I certainly felt like a rabbit, let me tell you.

Went to the airport directly, and checked in. We were sitting in the Gordon Biersch there, and Dan consumed two 1-Liter beers, back to back. He wasn’t chugging, obviously, but he finished them without help, and this was in addition to his food. Dang. Anyway, we got on our flight, and the plane moved away from the gate. Then the pilot announced that there was a medical emergency, and they had to move back to the gate. But it shouldn’t take too much time, and we’d be on our way. I tried napping, and some time later, maybe 15-20 minutes, ; the pilot made another announcement. Apparently, there was a problem with the plane. Water was leaking or something. So, he asked us to take our stuff, and move to another plane at another gate. We got there, and by this time, I was fully convinced that I was cursed, since they’d never had this much consistent trouble on a single trip before. ;Anyway, this plane was in a hurry to leave, since they wanted to arrive in San Jose before the curfew (San Jose fines planes taking off or landing after 11p). We landed around 10:45p, and I got home around 12a. All in all, an exciting first trip, if not the most auspicious one.


March 22, 2005

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Q&A Updated Mar 6 2005

Ask me 5 questions. Any five – no matter how personal, private, or random.
I have to answer them honestly.
I have to answer them all.
My only caveat: I will not embarrass anyone else.
I promise to post all questions and answers on my blog, .
Make sure you read my blog regularly to ensure you don’t repeat a question.


March 13, 2005

Remember I wrote yesterday about how the dentist removed my crown? He cleaned out the tooth (what’s left of it, anyway), took a mold, and put the old one back as a temporary fix. Problem is, it popped off this afternoon during lunch. Then again in the evening. At this point, I can push it off with my tongue. I decided to keep it off. Shouldn’t be too big ;a problem, since the tooth is cemented. Now I try to get an appointment with the dentist so he can re-cement my temporary crown, before permanently attaching the new crown in 2 weeks. Why can’t things be simple? Sheesh…

My roommate and his fiancee are watching Kabhi Haan Kabhi Naa ; right now. It’s a pretty good movie, actually. One of the few movies where Shah Rukh Khan doesn’t act like Shah Rukh Khan. And if you’ve seen any of his movies, you know what I mean. Unfortunately, it’s not a movie I enjoy watching. Why? Because it’s about a guy who, among other things, loves a girl, but she loves someone else. How is this different from every other love triangle in Hindi movies? In this case, all 3 people involved know how he feels. And he actively does everything he can to win her over. But he doesn’t do it in a slimy, creepy way. He lies and he cheats, but in a way we’re rooting for him because he’s so innocent, and basically nice . And even when he gets what he finally wants, he gives it away because he knows he has to. But he’s not happy about it, and we get to see the sadness he’s going through.

Why do I not like watching this movie? Because it hits a little too close to home. Have I ever gone through this? No. But I can imagine what it would feel like. ;To care that much about someone who doesn’t feel the same way, or worse, cares about someone else. And I probably would have made the same decisions in the end that he did, which makes it a little more personal.I guess I’m just a big softie.

My new purchase came in yesterday, and I was listening to it in the car. Great, great stuff.


March 12, 2005

Got myself a back massage yesterday. It felt great.

Got ;the crown on my tooth removed today, so the doctor could take a mold for a new one. It felt not so great.

Can’t find my house keys at the moment. My cousin is searching for them as I type this. I am not a happy camper about this, let me tell ya.


March 10, 2005

Let’s make this a quickie:

1) Finally saw Rocky. And I gotta tell ya, it’s a great, great movie. I can see why the movie was nominated for so many Oscars (including Stallone for Best Actor). And honestly, it wasn’t about the fight at the end. It was about the fighter. And even though it was a typical “root for the underdog” story, it was just done so well , that one gets swept along. The great music helps too.
2) I’m going to apply for a corporate credit card today. I’m so excited! ;Of course, I’ve heard it’s actually a hassle to keep track of travel expenses and such, and everyone here has a corporate card, but I’ll preen about it right now.
3) As excited as I am about the whole “5 Questions” idea, it won’t be as easy to get audience participation. Why? Because I already tell all my friends everything in my life. There is nothing they would want to know about me that I wouldn’t tell them if they asked me anyway. I guess I’ll keep pushing it.
4) Weighed in at 194 lbs on Monday. That’ a drop of 7.5 lbs in 6 weeks. And when you factor in the fact that the drop includes some muscle gains (which I can both see and feel), I’ve probably lost even more fat. Can’t wait for the next body fat reading. Which leads to…
5) In the last week of December, my waist measured in at 38 inches. Yesterday, I wore pants with a 34 inch waist. I’m not celebrating yet, because the pants were digging into my stomach a bit, and not all pants are created equal. When I can wear any 34 inch pant and have none of them be tight, then I’ll call dad and collect on my bet.


March 7, 2005

Anjali (from
1) What annoys/disgusts you most…about a person or genrally?
Intolerance and discrimination of any kind, especially in the name of race or religion. Even something like, “You should only marry a Gujju Jain”.
2) What does a relationship mean to you?
A relationship means friendship, love, commitment, trust, equality and companionship.
3) What do you dislike about yourself?
I find it very hard to let go of people who I care about but who, for whatever reason, don’t seem to reciprocate. Basically, it takes me a very long time to get over someone. Too long, sometimes
4) Tell me about the happiest moment of your life….when you felt like everything was just perfect
Dec 21st, 1995. The evening I got together with my first girlfriend, back in high school. I’d had a crush on her since I was 7, and that evening, I “proposed” (the Indian definition, obviously) after watching DDLJ with her. I fully expected her to say no, and she said yes. The evening ended with me kissing her hand while she sat in the rickshaw, about to go home. The single most shining example of pure, unadulterated joy that I have ever felt, and probably ever will feel.
5) Whats your favourite colour
Blue, black, and white. But I’m flexible.


March 7, 2005

I mentioned yesterday there was something else I wanted to talk about. So, on Friday night, when Hemal and I were on our way to SF to meet the cousins, my parents called. Hadn’t talked to them in a while, and mom was a little pissed that I hadn’t called in so long. Anyway, in the middle of the conversation, Dad drops a little bombshell on me.

Chirag, you’re a manglik.

Now, first of all, what is a manglik ? A Google search will give you some answers and explanations, but basically it has to do with the planet Mars, and it’s position when you’re born. If it is in certain houses, then you can be classified as manglik . What is the significance? Apparently, people close to a manglik person put themselves at risk. So, if I’m manglik and marry a non- manglik girl, then something bad might happen to her.

How does this affect me? Simple. If I were not manglik , but in love with a manglik girl, then I’m the one putting myself at risk. In that scenario, I can at least attempt to browbeat my parents into letting me do what I want. I might not succeed fully (and I know my mother would shed an oceanful of tears), but at least I can try. I’m the one with the choices. But if I’m the one who’s manglik , then the girl is ostensibly putting herself at risk, which means her parents will be the ones with the problem. And I can’t necessarily browbeat them, now can I? In other words, any decision-making ability on my part has now been taken away from me, and THAT is what pisses me off. Other people will (once again) be deciding emotional aspects of my life for me, and there will be nothing I can do about it.

Personally, I don’t believe in this shit. I strongly believe there is a God, but I also strongly believe that He (or She) has better things to do than worry about insignificant and idiotic things like this. My parents kinda believe in it, especially my mom and her family, because she lost her eldest brother in something they believe to be manglik -related. And while I can sympathise with their concern, it really, really bugs me.

OK, rant over. The other thing I wanted to mention, I will post up here later today. It’s more of a participatory thing from you readers, so let’s see how it goes.


March 6, 2005

Last night was fun. We met up with the cousins at their hotel, The Westin St. Francis (after mistakenly going to the nearby Sir Francis Drake hotel), and decided to get some food first. After a slice of pizza, we went to Harry Denton’s Starlight Room, which actually happened to be on top of the Sir Francis Drake. Unfortunately, while the place itself was nice, the average age of people there was about 10 years (at least) more than any of us. We stayed for a drink, then decided to head to the Bubble Lounge. We chilled there, both upstairs and downstairs, for the rest of the night. I got to talking with the bartender downstairs, this Asian girl named Heather. And just for the record, she was the one who said, “I’m not supposed to ask, but what’s your name?” I must say, I did look pretty good last night, or so Hemal said: “Dude, for the first time, I just noticed, you’re a good-looking guy!” Thanks, dude. ; ; ;Anyway, I didn’t know if she was flirting or not. I didn’t assume she was, so I was just friendly. It also turns out, she lives a couple of miles away from me. S’ok though. I didn’t give her my phone number this time. Hehehe…

There are a couple of other things that I wanted to touch on, but I think I’ll make them separate posts, either today or tomorrow.