Lost and Found
I woke up at 12 noon. I received a call from sridhar asking me when I planned to visit his office. Sridhar is the proprietor of a start up located at Rajajinagar. They offer training programs to diploma holders on topics such as JBoss, Struts, java etc. They have 17 PCs running on Fedora and need someone to setup networking, repositories and SVN for them. Rangeen did the initial work and then asked me to help out. I went and saw the setup, suggested to him possible solutions. and fixed a date for our next meeting.
Once I was done with that I decided to head to the Reliance WebWorld at Brigade Road. I recently bought a Netconnect Broadband modem. The stupid thing needs Windows to activate itself. I did manage to find a Windows machine finally (it was Sridhar’s laptop by the way) and once I hit the ‘Activate’ button, it said ‘Your device could not be activated. Kindly contact customer care’. So I called up customer care and they said none of my records are registered online, which meant that the guy who sold me the connection did not register my particulars on the server. Now that struck as strange to me, since i received to SMSes from Reliance telling me that they had activated the connection from their end.
Anyways, once I reached the Reliance WebWorld at Brigade Road, the shutter was half shut and it was dark inside. I decided to sneak in. I found a Reliance guy on the counter. He told me that the store was closed for the day, I insisted, and he listened. He keyed in my particulars and said the same thing that the customer care guy had told me over phone. He did suggest some solutions to the problem though.
Once I was done with that, I decided to head back home. I decided to take a path less travelled (sic). I pride myself on my geometry skills. I was excellent at Engineering Drawing at college, and have a good sense of direction in my head. I figured as long as I head in the correct directions I would not go wrong.
But as it turned out, my pride was not well founded. I soon lost my way. After a short while I grew worried. I somehow did not want to ask any bystander my whereabouts. Dont know why.
I kept walking, and lo, I saw a K.C.Das sweet shop infront of me! It took my breath away. For once, I was reminded of my Bengali roots. I immediately started fantasising about the rasogollas in there. I promptly made my way into the store and had 2 rasogollas for the first time in Bangalore. I informed my closest friends via sms about the special occasion.
I headed out of K.C.Das and say Koshy’s ice cream parlour infront of me. I had heard that this particular restaurant was 75 years old. I had a fruit punch for 30 Rs. I was the lone customer. I chatted with the cashier-cum-waiter for a while. There hung three 50 style photos of the original owners of this joint. 2 of them were smiling down on me, as if to say, thanks for visiting. The third one was more serious and wore a tie. I assumed he was an accountant.
I had bought a daily pass in the day, hence I was not too worried about getting back. I took a combination of buses back to Sultan Palya. Bought 20 Rs worth of chicken kabab (am not sure its chicken, but thats what they say it is) and ate it a few minutes back.
In a way, I was lost and found today, in a special way
Google = God?
Now this is really really eerie stuff. Today I came to office wearing my “Holland” T-shirt. I normally never wear this shirt to office.

I fired up my Gmail in the browser, and see a “Study in Holland” Google ad!
A few minutes later, I received a call from this organisation. They were calling a friend of mine, but had my number against his name. I gave them the correct number. A few minutes later, on Google ads, I see the name of the organisation!
What the *hell* is going on here?

