Test,why not? Charge is 10 Euro for Each!!!!

In these past 2 weeks I and one of my other friend (called as RAT) have been meta morphed into test taking machine that takes any online numerical,verbal,logical test for anyone and that also for free. If I would have recorded my past 2 weeks and made a film on it it would have only one scene person sitting in front of a computer screen giving a test.

It all started with a numerical test ,for graduate position in a company, that we gave for one of my friend. Bloody I still regret it why did I gave the test and why did he pass,cause after that my life has become hell.Now almost (no not almost, its everyday) I am giving a test for someone for some damn graduate role or internships.Its like I am a living test machine.Feed the numbers,let it process and collect the results.

But we have learned many things from this experience of being a test machine. We have learned a lot about culture of pakistan, their lollywood(specially one song "disco dewani".Show that to a dead man and he will also fall off his death bed laughing out). I have also learned that questions get repeated in different tests and the type of question does not change from one test to the other.

Till now we think we have given at least 8 tests and have developed such high understanding of these tests that yesterday when we was giving a numerical test for my friend we completed it in just 2/3 of the alloted time.God damn the computer must still me going crazy about how could someone complete the test so quickly and a full scale investigation must me undergoing.

Bollywood,Ubiquitous!!!!!

Today is the day I'll remember throughout my life.A certain happening changed my perception of Bollywood today.

The story goes like this-

I wanted to get some printouts of my CV ,So I went to a nearby cyber cafe. There in my not so good, french I started to explain the guy what I wanted.I din't knew what I was saying in french but as I new word for printer in french I started to explain and to my amazement the guy understood.So I got the printouts and just to make an interaction I start to talk to that guy.I found out that he was from Morocco, and came to france long time back.I told him that I'm from India and then the lightening struck.When he came to know that I was Indian he asked me did I knew Salman Khan.Oh brother!!! This is crazy,amazing,out of the world,F---ing crazy.How did he knew about Indian actor.Now you can accept that a guy from UK or USA or China or Russia or some country of latin America talking about Indian actor but a guy in France and that also a Moroccan guy.How could he know about salman Khan.He doesn't understand Hindi,nor English how could he? I was searching for an explanation in my mind but was unable to find one so out of curosity I asked him how he knew about salman.He answered he accidentally watched an Indian movie in an Indian restaurant in France in which salman was hero and he started liking him.

After this incident I have come to belief that acting and passion knows no language.Although the guy doesn't knows Hindi it's his passion and liking of Salman that he likes to watch him.

To begin

I am alone in my room listening to dire straits song " Private investigations" in my room in Nice,France.I like the saxophone and the tune being played but it is making me feel home sick.I start to visualize the night with full moon when I was at my home in India,in my room lying on my bed ,listening this song all alone in night with cool breeze coming through the door of my balcony.Now I realize I love my home and my people.So I am creating this blog to I share my feeling and happenings with my people and world at large.