Thoughts...

An old post...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 18:57:00 +0000

O Lil kid ...
In this journey of life
Soon along the way
U'll meet folks of many a sway
Hear loadsa stuff; some worth a nickel some worth a dime.
Some will speak, some will chime..
Don’t hear them all, don’t take to heart them all
Hear some, Listen some, and filter 'em all…

Remember To
Be nice to all,
But never weak.
Be pleasant,
But also firm.

Remember
Do not accomodate ..
...for all.

Don’t see their age,
Don’t see their visage,
Don’t see their wealth or sheen,
But be sure that they are not mean.
Recognise with whom your heart connects,
Forget then the class and the sects,
Make THEM your friends for life...
You 'll have much more of care, and negligible strife,
Much more of sunshine,
N none of that whine !

Remember to have fun along this journey in time
A Lil more of sugar and....
......a lil less lime ...
Nish
5 August 2008
completed on 28 Sep 09
00 30am

The Gurl Gang

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 17:57:00 +0000

We are a group of four , since engg. times...Neetika, Me, Pooji and Vandy. (Its Pooji Neetika Vandy and Yashi in the pic)

Somehow after grad college we havn't been in one city for long . First it was me for tcs in coimbatore, then Neetika in Europe, Vandy in UK and then me again gone for 2 years to Kgp for MBA (awesome times for me though), then Neeti again to US this time for an year and Vandy to UK for 6-7 months, so when Neetika and Vandy returned this time in Mar 2009, i was like :) happy !! Finally all of us in one city @ one time ...But life caught up work n blah blah that somehow we couldnt meet (all 4 of us together ), and then on one fateful Saturday we met !! And guess what...irony of it all was that we met BUT to bid Pooji farewell...as she leaves for her studies further this Oct 2009.....

Fate ... Fact !! To be faced ....... All d gud luck Pooji ...we will miss u here; and Vandy , its jus me and u now !!

:) :(

Nish

1130pm
27 Sep 09

Tuesdays with Morrie ...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 17:53:00 +0000

Tuesday with Morrie - is a wonderful book that one should necessarily read..not theat it has something out of world which is taught / written in the book, but its sheer simplicity of language of the book and the protaganist's directness in his approach towards the simple things in life ...something that cuts through the clutter in one's life and hits you bang on! Doesnt matter what stage in ife you are in - working, student, old, 30s, 40s, I think its one book which will speak to you...

A Must read ...

Nish
27 Sep 09, 11 25 pm
Long Weekend and bored with work !

Dil bole Hadippa ...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 15:51:00 +0000

Awesome Lyrics ....

Duniya firangi syappa hai, fikar hi gum ka papa hai
Apna to bas ye jaapa hai, fikar karein fukarey (hadippa)
Chewing gum hai chabbi ja, hand pump hai dabbi ja
Life ka joose kaddi ja, fikar karein fukarey (baliye)
Khush rehne ka nahin lagda, koi tax o rabba
Oye bhool fikraa, hai jigraa, toh sang mere bol hadippaaaaaaaaa !! :) :)

For those who have difficulty understanding punjabi ...

The worlds a foreign Syappa ( dunno hindi / eng for it)
Tension is the root of all down n sad in life
I have only one matra in life - dun take tension n be happy !
only idle take tension
Its (Lifes) like a chewing gum , keep on chewing
Its like a handpump , keep on pedalling to get water
Just extract d max out of life
let the idle take tension !!
One doesnt have to pay tax for being happy...its free
Forget everything , Enjoy and say Hadippppppppppa !! :) :)

19 Sep 09

hmm .. simple yet rare ...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 17:47:00 +0000

I don't need a bed of roses
`Cause roses wither away
All I really need is honesty
From someone with a strong heart (strong heart), a gentle hand
Who'll take me as I am

................
nice...mirrors my thoughts

faith hill - song lyrics

Of Being ALIVE...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 17:48:00 +0000

After many a days along
The heart wants to hear a song
Feel a rain drop or two
Sway to a beat and do a cha cha too
Just be free
Out on a spree
Freak out
Break out
Forget the rules
‘N’ the limits

Dance
With mah friends
‘N’ forget all the fiends
Dance until the feet hurt
Until wishes the heart
Until the mind forgets
Forgets who what where and when
Remembers only times long ago with friends then…….

Sing at the top of my voice
Of my own Choice
Oh that song
Forget what is right or wrong…..
That rock
That song n shock

Feel………….not think
Bang the Head
Think of the memories past and not what lies ahead…
Of Times gone by,
Classes, parties, and dances - oh sigh!
Of matches, catches,
Snatches and Competition between 2 batches!
Of beating bottles on the balcony and the plates,
Empty copies and empty slates :P
Of shouting our throats out hoarse,
And of fun amongst the unending college chores……
Of jives, high fives

‘N’ Of being A L I V E…….

Feel….the magic

Of dance, music, friendship and the beats

A frenzy, An electricity, A heat

A Timelessness………..

....Nish
9 February 2009
10 41pm
When the work has become too much and time too short!
When I m playing the game of catch
And the lifes running ahead

Mish Mash...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Thu, 25 Sep 2008 06:05:00 +0000

My heart wants to dance like a kid
But hey the world doesn’t want me to skid
More and more responsibilities on me - oh Sigh!
All I wanted was to jump up high
They sent me to the boardroom with a tie…
Told me go grab a piece of the market sky,
Spread your wings, lets fly !!!
The work I don’t want to shirk
But sometimes the sheer endlessness does irk
All I want is a lil break,
So I can give my leg a lil shake…
I wish to spend a few more of those fleeting moments with mah friends
But the distances just don’t let that be a trend
The coffee disc bdays and just chilling is going fast out of fad
Lifez running by…ahead by more than just a tad
I just want the party to last a li…………l longer
But all I am becoming is that suit clad somber
Those numbers, rfp, bids and oh that tender
Sometimes I want to scream out “what a blunder!!”

Don’t look at me like that pal
I am just a teenage souled grown up gal 
Nish

11:28 pm
Home
Still Working :(
22 September 2008

Ek dhun ...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Thu, 29 May 2008 19:08:00 +0000

Ek dhun aajkal …
Aksar sunayi deti hei...
Kahin duur jaise halke se.. haule se...

Beete dinon ko yaad karti huyi,
Wo raaste wo lamhe…Wo dostana..wo masti bhare pal ,
Kabhi ashkon mei aasun, Kabhi hothon pe Muskrahat bikherati huyi,
Aaj …kal... aur aaj mei uljhi huyi si ...
Sawaal karti huyi .....
Aage badte kadamon ko dekh
Peeche chootey samay ki ret mei nishan dhundti huyi
Un lamhon ko sanjon kar
Un beetey palon se nikal kar aaj mere sath chalti hei..
Wo dhun..

Dil ke kareeb...
Meelon duuur logon ko dhundti hui
Milenge dubara hum sab kahin....
Dheemey se yehi gungunati hui
Namkeen meethen palon ko amar banati hui
Nayi subah ki aur badhne ko kehti hei...
Wo dhun...

30 may 2008
Nish

A DATE .......WITH MYSELF

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 04:45:00 +0000

It’s before dawn
Cool soothing winds blow against my face
As I still yawn
Its part light ‘n’ part dark in the outside space
Sounds can be safely put aside
The noise is on a low tide
The world is sleeping as yet
Silence and I, have met
A cuckoo sings somewhere
There’s the mechanical swoosh whoosh of the rotating fan here
A train passes by, hooting loud as it goes
And oh yea my own voice registering its woes
The voice in my head
Buried all day in a heap of hoopla around me instead
I hear what it tries to say all day
It reminds me of the coming May
A new chapter would start soon
Asking me if I am ready for the arrival of the new moon?
Asking me to look within
Any latest virtues or a committed sin?
Hmm well just to ponder, to hear,
The sound of the mind’s ocean here

Hmmm well nothing much else
Just that this Date with the self
Is nice once in a while
As a stop between the mile
Taking time to hear out
Doing away the soul pout
Clearing all doubt
Well that’s all what it’s about….
This Date ........with MySelf!

Nish
1st april 2008
4 am
A206, RLB
Before corp fin paper submission

New song on d block..

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 19:08:00 +0000

Snow Patrol Lyrics

Views from a pacing chug

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Thu, 07 Feb 2008 20:24:00 +0000

The chug has begun
Shines outside a dull sun
The scenery is changing, fast
The city roads, rush, traffic, the crowds have disappeared
The green fields outside seem something from the past
Even they don’t last
Follows a construction site
A chimney, a small town
People looking on with a small frown
The light’s fainting away to give way to the moon
The greens arrive back soon

In this month of February
One witnesses the extended winter and the arriving spring
Dark light greens yellow and the dull browns
The crop fields
Autumned - the amidst growing trees, and lush
Oblivious to the gone by city rush
Stretches unto far, the land covered with blooming yellow mustard flowers
Sway away the young green wheat
All awaiting the April heat

A faint layer of fog
Hides amidst the far away sights
Small and distanced lights
Provide a striking sight
Seem like a star lit sky
But right here on earth, in front of my eyes

On this dark winter night
The pall of colorlessness
Soon veils the unseen sights
Inside I travel in a tunneled light
Outside I see far n fewer of such sights
Burning bright like a fire fly

A sudden blur
Some fleeting lights and color
Seems its a co traveler on the parallel rail
Making me realize the swift pace of my own ships sail
"Towards where?"
The question arises in the mind
Destination for today or
Tomorrows mid way??
All a part of my destined fate
Das all that I say mate....

6 February 2008
Nish
Travelling from delhi to kharagpur wid fractured elbow

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 13:14:00 +0000

यह अजब सा समा है आज,
जल्द ही हमने यहाँ से जाना है,
नई जगहों पे, नए आशियाँ के लिए,
अपनी नई पहचान के लिए|
दोस्तों ने फ़िर पीछे छूट जाना है,
साथ चलेंगे कुछ,
कुछ पीछे रह जाएँगे,
कुछ ज़िंदगी की भागम भाग में खो जाएँगे,
जो भूल जाएँगे, वो हमें याद आएँगे,
जो साथ होंगे, उनका साथ निभाएँगे.
लेकिन...
इस सबसे पहले यादों की कड़ी बनानी है
और अपने सपनों को भी पाना है,
काश ये सब हमको मिल जाए
मीठी यादों से ये दिल भर जाएं....

निष्
१२ दिसम्बर 2007

Chakra Of Life

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 16:45:00 +0000

From n different directions we collated
Different goals and directions in life
Amalgated for a period of time
Cut off from the family and friends who were left behind
We came together
Stayed and bonded together
Happy Times and Sad times
Spent together
Accepting and arguing with each other as we are
Similar concerns
Similar Fights
Similar Interests
Bonds like never before
And now the winds of separation have started
Taking us with them into different directions
Different coordinates Different timezones and numerous demands on that time
Once in a blue moon meeting
Bonds would stay
but if only this could be delayed :)
Is what we all wish!

nish
18 nov 2007

Guess...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 07:29:00 +0000

A carefree song
An unknown tune
Unhummed along
Begins to hum and away it prunes
Leaving behind a tiny little smile
That reaches the eyes
Known, just there in my reach
But not yet revealed
That happiness
That unknown bliss
A song that my heart sings
The expectation of revelation of a surprise from life ahead
Something
Not yet known
Not seen
But felt
Awaiting
I hear it arrive
Soon……

Nish
15 Nov 2007

The butterfly

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Thu, 15 Nov 2007 06:54:00 +0000

A carefree butterfly thinking it to be a paradise flew towards the blue sky
But alas its was a glass pane
It got trapped and got stuck
After a very long time did it get out of that muck

It flew on towards the new sky
But the experience lingered on
Each time the sky turned that bitter color,
She was trapped, not in the sky,
But the warp of time,
And the memory left behind in life, oh its sly lie tie
Trials and time zones beyond
The past lingered on
Though fainter now then in the past
It still steered along
Butterfly not losing hope
Flew further on....
The bright new day welcomed it ahead
The window to a beautiful rose garden came again
This time gotten wiser it passed
And Flew further on....

Running..

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Mon, 12 Nov 2007 08:19:00 +0000

The shoes are on again
And the race has begun
The destination afar
The sun has just risen

A race to the finish line, before slips to the other side the sand grain

A race towards success
A race towards fame and material gain
This race - an unending quest – justified or lame?

A Race or a run?
A run to escape the real
Towards surreal
Away from the questions looming large
At odd hours into the mind they barge

A bit of the heart
A bit of matters which are not art
A bit of rat race
And a bit of that running away
This race…

12 nov 2007, vgsom
Nish

Delhi Mumbai the eternal debate

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 14:55:00 +0000

Ahem well before i begin, lemme start my stance just might surprise you ...

Delhi - Mumbai - which a better place to live in ??

Well I would say Delhi - if it was just living, in terms of rents, malls, fashion, food, fashion amongst common people, and travel, cos of its essentially a circular geography instead of it along a coast line, and of course the Delhi Metro.

Mumbai might argue, space might be a constraint and cost of living may be jus a tad higher, but Mumbai is the bollywood and industry heart and soul. And with bollywood and its designers there, it obviously has fashion...

Well lemme say if it were just plain living, delhi would b better. Food is equally spicy at both places and well fashion in a commoner - delhi is way ahead ...

But living needs to be well LIVING a full life...and thats where Mumbai beats Delhi hands down, then whether that be beaches, a stroll in the morning or late in night or , or going to pubs / discs for just hanging out with friends, at ANY TIME of the day ...without the gender factor coming into play. Also, there is the attitude of people, an important factor. BINDASS in mumbai...Less of show off, the local is for the high end consultant as much it is for the machchi wali or a subzi wala..Whatever you wear or for that matter dun wear, people dnont blink an eye in Mumbai, its a way of life, and for that matter its YOUR life. That is the attitude of most classes of people there. In delhi, wearing something jazzy just might invote trouble for a girl, not just from the uneducated, but their counterparts as well, age isnt a factor at all.
Then there one lil thing more in Mumbai, that makes a big difference. The community comes together on festivals, as one. they celebrate it together, be it ganesha chaturthi, krishna janmasthmi, navratras dandiya, Independence day or the city Marathons... People enjoy not in siloed homes or small families, but together...
In Delhi, its more isolated,one off. May be the hectic pace of life makes it so, but what the heck, Mumbai sprints too..

So in my opinion, Mumbai wins hands down if one wants to live bindass metro paced life...

PS:I have stayed all my life in Delhi, so it should mean a hell more coming from me ...

One factor where both cities lose it is the fact that you might just not know who lives next door to you in the "jeevan ki aapadhapi" and the local/metros fast pace of life ...

Waiting for college to restart..

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 14:46:00 +0000

Things I have lined up for Kgp ..

Back to lawn tennis
Start gymming
Start one new sport
Renew May be swimming
Learn biking
Visit 2 new places

and of course

BAKAR ... loads of it with friends :)

Basically khub sari masti n loads of gud time with friends ...

jus to write one more ...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 14:38:00 +0000

People write can write so much about the management topics, gyan, nice chapters/blogs, but why i cant manage to write even one, its beyond me.
For one, may be i dun have the patience towards explaining a stuff to sumone, and for second, i am a last moment person and so any concept understanding for me happens last moment b4 the deadline. I know i know thats a real bad way of knowing things.. but thats the way it is. For third, i like to learn by obeservation, observing people around me, why one behaves in a certain way, the human nature intrigues me. So i could write on that, yea, but then agn, its not why one behave but rather, how would one behave, i rather like mining the past and predicting how would one behave to a given sitn. That being my trait, a one rather beyond six sigma case, gives me a hard time in prediction. :) The core reason , i dislike anything that is without emotion, even work, it has to some human element / touch in it. That is not to say that the ones who write such articles are beyond emotion, nothing like that, but thats the situation with me....

Lets see how it goes in another 6 months of the mba life ...and well thereafter :P

Being Normal...

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 14:37:00 +0000

Today was a normal April day in Delhi for Kajjal.

Had to get ready for school in the morning. Her mom woke her up and she slept jus a few more winks of sleep in the morning before the days grind. :P
Managed to reach her new school in time, and rushed straight to the assembly grounds. Prayers, speeches, weeks schedule, and the national anthem to end it.
The first lecture was English communication, and well just to initiate the class, the teacher started off with a debate. That being her forte she gave a good fight to the opposing team. Soon everyone knew her in class. Positive start. Lectures went by. Lunch break is when she was thinking who to join for lunch when few of her classmates invited her over. After the initial introductions, they chatted on along about the new movie released last Friday and which actor was the hottest dude on the block in bollywood. Tad, the breaks get over too soon always!! 2 more lectures and then it was done. See you soons and byes exchanged.
Once back home, she mulled over her first day at the new school. Pretty much normal, nothing great and not too bad either. People were nice. All in all, NORMAL. Phew… And she sighed with relief. All day’s tensions oozing away.

Well what’s the highlight/relief all about?

Well for one thing it was her first day at a school for normal children, one which was not for handicapped, her first day with the artificial leg, instead of the wheelchair to give herself the mobility , her first day without the sympathetic but suffocating smiles and looks, her first day for who she was, her first day towards normality…

A question - can you answer it for her?

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Wed, 29 Aug 2007 10:02:00 +0000

On a recent trip, somehow the discussion got turned towards CSR, companies’ initiatives, sponsor a student programs to adopt a parent programs. Now the last one caught my attention. It meant initiate a bonding with people at old age homes. My friend retold her experience of a visit to an old age home once. It was some kinda greet the visitors day. All of the residents had made something special to eat or share with the visitors. They all welcomed her with loads of love and care, totally unexpected and loving experience for her.

Among all these residents, there was an old lady. She took her to her room. Made her sit there and offered her sweets. She started telling about herself, her life there and how she spent time there. She was a widow. Her mind went back in time, time with her son and family. And she said, mostly to herself or to any one who could answer the question for her,

“I never said anything to my son, was always supporting to him. Then one day my son brought me here and just left me here, it’s been 3 years, he hasn’t come back as yet. Maine aisa kya kiya tha?”

My eyes watered hearing this, what must it be like bearing it?

I think till the end of her life, she will keep wondering that what was it that made my family abandon me like this…keep searching the answer to that question. She might be having a secure, safe, something to do with life there at the old age home, but hell I dun think it will ever substitute for a home, a place where one belongs.

How can people behave like this, and why?

Wish people would stop treating someone so central/integral/above all/parents to their lives in such a manner, and someday when it would be their turn, I hope they haven’t preached the same thing to their kids.

Regrets..

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Sun, 19 Aug 2007 21:05:00 +0000

I understand that you were there forever,
I understand that I was blind to the affection that you had for me,
I understand that I understood you half way,
But I also understood that you couldn’t see me as an integral equal in every part of your life,
I was a part; for only a moment in time,
Not long enough to last an eternity of time.
And there I realized that since that couldn’t happen,
My mind and heart wouldn’t agree ever.
Still I tried to forge ahead a way,
But in the process I guess I realized the distance more,
My mind took over and I took a decision sour,
With the affection I also lost out on a friend.
I don’t regret the lost..
For it was never for me, ah an extinct dove;
But I do regret the lost friendship.
And even though I had tried my best,
I failed to save the plummeting ship ...........

Today........

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 08:52:00 +0000

Well today it seems to be one of those days when u have a feeling that everything will go wrong…
When I analyse, it seems so. at 12 in the night I realized that the paper that I was doing had a totally different objective then what I had summed up till then, it was d deadline night. I continue till 3 am and still no luck.

Wake up in the morning seeing a really bad dream – my boss chasing after me for work in which I m totally not interested.

Walk towards the metro station – hoping to find an auto, totally not in the mood to face the metro jitters. But…today is today :P.
Well I reached the station only to see a metro waiting there with no space to even keep a foot inside…no energy to barge in. So I wait for the next one, well same case. I get up and bang went my head against the “Patel Nagar” board on the station. Ouch it hurt. :-(. But since I am already late I barge in and get crushed by 100s of other commuters. My laptop bag is going somewhere and my purse is pulled in other direction. Trying to maintain some balance I barely managed not to fall. Well, on the way from metro stn to the office, almost fell twice, how, well twisted my foot twice on the unseen potholes on the Indian roads. I take this path daily, and as yet hadn’t encountered them. Phew.

When I reach office, I also get to know that Indian market has crashed, again, and big time!!!!

Lets see whats next.

But what I want to know is how to get out of this doomsday feeling and start up on a positive note. These things happen and to most of us. But some laugh it off and some have the above sinking feeling. I would definitely want to hop out of this Titanic.

…………………..

4 hours later

I am still in one piece … the day is going forward fine., The competition deadline has been extended. Some other nick knacks sorted out. The bump on my head aint that big now :). A happy ending I guess…

Hope the Lady Luck continues ;) ....

Best times at Kgp

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 06:36:00 +0000

TT matches – Rahul Yadav they were great mixing ground for the batch- danke!

Senior Junior Cricket matches

Volleyball matches
(boys jus might include inter hall cricket badminton basketball Lawn Tennis & football matches )

Birthday bashes-they all were tooo gud ...beyond words fun ...

Sadhus classes – u jus sat there trying to test your abilities to comprehend and after a while you realized you really could understand the immense gyan he always tried to give.

Gautam Sirs classes – well if nothing but to listen to his comments, KBR, tauraus excretum and use the muscles in the head tooooooo kind of preaches!!!!!!!

Some case studies were fun… I would include SK De’s in this & swapan’s too!

MAC assignments – however grueling they might have been, they were fun, we all woke up all night

POM case studies – u saw everyone in a hurry, all night

Holi – no reminders needed, days after we all were trying to remove the color!! And well the famous bhang session :P

Diwali – Illu time was awesome…

Digha trip

Trip to IIM C - 25 of us landing there - helluva fun time

Cycling in the rain

Rains – remember the famous football match of the batch boys, in volleyball court in which someone fell, jus before marketing paper second sem………………

Shaunaks Saxophone sessions

Exams- Cmon u had no classes and the numerous IP messenger sessions, you could sleep the mornings you had no exam..

Guitar sessions by Abinash subba(Gunja), RPS and Nitish Barla...

Occasio - the first Business fest of VGSOM

Photoshoots- we all tried to be managers and hey remember the first one after which we got our famous Finance marks!

Ofcourse the dance parties of the batch ...

Freshers party!! When the DJ started……..we never wanted it to stop

Park Parties – the tandoori chicken there

German, oh ho, Duetsch classes ! Mein Name ist Fineet Ferma :)

Spring Fest – Dominos, Baskin n robbins, and the last DJ nite when we all danced and danced

Kalaikonda trip – it was a high in itself

Organizing the Literary & DJ events at Spring Fest

Painting T shirts for kshitij Disha Seema

Spring Fest celebrity shows..

Purvodaya

Daddu's classes - ahh Economics classes re..

SK De's ahem n ahum classes where we all slept - o ok sum listened too!!

NC (night canteen & Nes-Cafe) sessions in exams and other wise!!

Rubinas cooking :) they did feed many a hungry many times :)

...well the list wud go on....... :)

Funny things these cellphone headsets

noreply@blogger.com (Kanishka) — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 06:35:00 +0000

I know headsets in cellphones is a very useful thing, they let one talk while on the move and is handy while one is driving. Sometimes but just sometimes, it becomes very funny. Imagine you are standing in a METRO and reminiscing over the day’s events and suddenly you hear a full barrage of talk from the person standing next to you. Telling about what he she faced in the day or yes/no is/is not interested in meeting you or that movie is good/bad or that he/she loves/hates you. You, totally speechless and discomfited, turn around only to find out that person is talking to someone on the headset which is neatly hidden by the long hair… If it is that Bluetooth one it is sleeker and more neatly hidden!! By jove, believe me a person talking without holding the phone set in hand, does look a lil crazy, talking to him/herself and that too at the full volume…with the eyes staring into nothing and the face emoting whatever the topic might be about!!!!! Just imagine… :P