To Be or…Hanabi!!

Sizz…wheeeww…boom!!..

Pop-pop-pup…fizzzz…fuzzz…

Ok, please do not jump for cover and distort your faces. These are not the different kinds of “misdirected burps” I am describing here. Please! As they say, what happens in “Vegas” stays in “Vegas”, so shall this be. Although, sometimes they do happen while you’re asleep, or just when you’re about to enter a meeting after the paneer butter curry with nan you had for lunch, and while the Tech lead is busy describing the bugs in your code, all you hear are those “internal explosions” I was referring to above.

Well, I am getting back to my old habit here. Digressing.
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It is whatitees…

Yeah, Yeah. You there. Yes, that’s you, I am calling out. I know what you’re thinking…

“I had seen this blog a zillion years ago, in the quadrajurassico (??) era, when it was called something like “caniwrite.blogspot.com” . Sounding all humble and nice with the title, while still refreshing the page every 2 minutes to check for comments, this guy had last written about going to Japan, a Sumo wrestler, Joey Tribbiani and some mindless drivel (as always). And he now thinks that he can make a dramatic entry again with just a snazzy looking theme (which is not his, by the way, thank you very much!!) and a rather stupid title – ‘Do you know what it ees?’ Do I know what it is – Hell, does he know what it ees!!? I mean – where in that Sumo’s name had he gone and what makes him think I would again start reading this mish-mash of a blog that is! Oh, by the way, it has become http://whatitees.com – My, my, what some extra money, Japanese food, and a rather empty head can do! “

Well. Talk about being self-demeaning – this feels like I just bent my foot backwards and kicked myself in the ass over and over again.

Anyways, without sounding overtly apologetic and dramatic about it , I would like to express my sincerest apologies to the few dedicated readers I was privileged to have who, fortunately for me, enjoyed reading my posts before. And even their exhortations to get me back at writing did not do much. Well, the reason for being MIB (Missing In Blog – Thanks, I just made it up) was owing to, amongst a host of other things, a rather busy head and some serious lack of writing spirit.
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Sumo and my Sumi…

Oui…

Shun Sanjo

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I will be going to Japan soon.
If Joey Tribbiani were around me now, he would probably have asked me, “the country?”.

Speaking of whom, did you know, that while in his initial acting days, when he did commercials, he was able to buy a house, a car, a motorcycle and a wardrobe full of clothes just by doing an ad for Heinz Ketchup! Man, is that something or is it something??[2]

Well, anyways. My company thinks that I am unmarried enough to have a plate of noodles and sushi along with Ketchup for breakfast, lunch, dinner and any other time in between, without that “oh-i-wish-i-had-someone-who-could-make-idli sambhar-here” look on my face, and finds me fit enough to handle the Japanese clients there. Of course, there they just call them clients.

However, when I refer to the word “fit”, it’s not to imply “physically fit”, that I am going to take on the mighty Sumo wrestlers there. That would be a virtual Kamikaze. I would rather escape on a Sumo if I ever get into a tiff with them. And by that, I mean the Tata Sumo vehicle, not on the wrestler’s back. Sumojho? Continue reading