Indians love outings (and MJ)!

Yesterday's company "outing" to the Club Cabana resort was super super fun! We all had a great time playing games, swimming, eating lots of yummy food, and enjoying a day away from the office. I especially had a blast, because being new and part of upper management meant that I got picked first for a team during the games portion of the day, got chosen to be the girl in a ridiculously hilarious "kissing contest", and got asked (or should I say forced) to give an impromptu speech during the "heart to heart" session with our CEO. Other highlights of our team building exercises included watching our COO and the head of our tech department (both men) perform a Bollywood-style dance while wearing Sarees and makeup, and watching our CEO and one of the doc reviewers have their hair done as part of a crazy hairstyle contest! My team actually won the day's competitions, which was awesome, albeit somewhat disappointing, since we were all told that the winning team would win a trip to Malaysia, and that turned out to be a total lie!!! Only in India would shit like that fly!

After the games and lunch, we were turned loose on the resort, and I summoned up all of my courage and got changed into my bathing suit. Luckily, I was not the only girl who decided to go into the pool, but I was, as I feared, the only girl in a normal bathing suit. Everyone else had on t-shirts and long shorts, and a couple girls had on somewhat western-style bathing suits, but wore them with the aformentioned lycra cycling pants and shawls! Despite the fact that I stuck out like nobody's business, I got over my self-consciousness quickly, and hit the water slides, the wave pool, and the lazy river, impressing nearly everyone with my ability to swim! Apparently this is not a skill that most Indians possess.

All in all, the outing was a complete success, and it made me feel even luckier to be here in India working with all of these amazing people, many of whom came over to discuss their love of Michael Jackson with me during the course of the day. I was not only treated to several performances of MJ hit songs, but a few even demonstrated some impressive moonwalking skills! It was weird being out of the country when the most famous American in the world died, but interesting to see how far his influence had spread. Jagadesh only knows the names of THREE famous Americans, and Michael Jackson was one of them (Obama and Bush are the other two). People here in India seem to still love MJ the way Americans did before he went crazy and cut his face off and became a pedo. It's as though none of the negative publicity that tarnished his reputation in the States ever existed over here. So I couldn't tell any gross MJ jokes, but I had lots of people to talk to about his death, which was nice. Although I still think he faked his death so he could go out like Elvis and make money on royalties....seriously, would you be able to tell the difference between his actual corpse and a wax dummy? Hoax or not, I'm not gonna lie, I did get all teary-eyed when I heard the news. It made me miss the U.S. so much!!!

P.S. - I forgot my camera, and had to take pictures with my Blackberry, which then died, so I apologize for both the quality and quantity of these pics. I will probably update this post after I get access to the pictures that are being uploaded to the shared drive at work.

My team, The Bizarros, getting their legs tied together for a race!




Jagadesh!!! <3




Me with the coolest chick in India, my girl Stuti!




My beautiful friend Mamta



This little guy was inside the locker that I rented for my swim gear! Indian girls are TERRIFIED of frogs, I quickly found out!

I'm really really happy....

....I knew today was going to be awesome as soon as I saw a group of Eunuchs standing in the middle of busy Outer Ring Road on the way to the office this morning. They were totally busted, and knocking on car windows demanding cash! It made me happy to finally see them after hearing so many stories of them crashing weddings and threatening to show their mangled junk to people. We drove away before any junk was displayed, but it still made me super happy and made me feel more at home (I miss you, Gayborhood Trannies)!!

Then, once at the office, I found out that work is cancelled tomorrow, and that instead of being picked up to go to work, we are all getting picked up and driven here, The Club Cabana Resort, for a day of team building exercises, bowling, swimming, ice cream, and water slides! And they have something called a "lazy river," which sounds like a really long pool that I can float down in a big inner tube! I am sooooo pumped on this, although I have to admit that the bathing suit thing is causing me a tiny amount of anxiety.

Normally, I would be sick at the thought of donning a bathing suit in the presence of co-workers, but in the States, that would be due to poor body image and all that Western "everyone is going to see how fat I am" kind of shit. Here, though, my anxiety has way more to do with the confusing instructions we were given regarding proper bathing attire, and an odd mention of lycra cycling shorts, which I do not have with me. That and the fact that most of my lady friends at work have told me that they are not planning to go into the water, because they do not want to be immodest in front of the men. I already cause a commotion of sorts when I wear skirts here, because the other women are totally covered up. And the gym down the street has "ladies only" hours, as do many salons. So, I'm thinking that even my athletic-cut, t-back bathing suit is going to be considered scandalous, and I'm also thinking that I will be the only person showing any skin, and hence everyone will be staring at me in a bathing suit, which is a pretty nightmarish scenario. I really want to go down those water slides, though, so I'm going to just go for it, and if anything embarassing happens, at least I'll have a funny story for you!!

P.S. - Speaking of funny, I accidentally bought a pair of MC Hammer pants. Photos maybe to follow, if I can stop laughing long enough to put them back on.

Sightseeing on the way to the mall

Jagadesh took me to The Forum Mall today, so I could pick up some more stuff for my apartment. I was pretty excited to a)get out of the office, b)spend more time with Jagadesh because I looooooove him, and c)shop in a store with a regular inventory. As I mentioned before, my apartment is in walking distance to many shops, however, because of India's lack of transportation infrastructure, most stores carry very random things. You can find something you like in a store one time, and never find it there again. They seem to get whatever is in the truck when it comes to drop things off, rather than a set supply of goods that is constantly replenished.

The Forum is totally westernized in style, but filled with mainly Indian stores. My excitement wore off quickly once I realized how much more expensive everything was in comparison to the little local shops. Still, I managed to find some things worth buying while there, and got the chance to eat at McDonald's!



I don't remember the last time I set foot in a McDonald's in the states, but since Indians generally don't eat beef, I was totally down to check out the menu. They did have some chicken sandwiches, but there were a bunch of different veggie burgers to try. I settled for the famous McVeggie Burger, and it was pretty fucking awesome. It did not even attempt to be a meat replication - instead, it was a crispy crust filled with slightly spicy veggies and potato. Very into it. Which is saying a lot, because I absolutely detest my other Western fast-food options here. Pizza Hut and Dominos are both terrible at home, but they are even worse here. The sauce tastes funny, and they put on weird/shitty toppings that have absolutely no place on a pizza, i.e., corn. Also, they call "stuffed crust" "liquid cheese explosion," and the cheese actually is liquidy and white and frightening. But enough about food.

On the way to and from the mall, Jagadesh drove me by a bunch of cool landmarks, some of which are pictured below.







Vikasa Souda



The Vidhana Soudha


Karnataka High Court





I have to go back to work tomorrow, but the week is almost over already, yay!!! And I already have multiple invites from co-workers to hangout and explore more of the city, so this weekend should be fun, and there will hopefully be more opportunities to take pictures for you.

UPDATE: Here is a picture of Jagadesh!! He is excited that you are all going to see his photo and make him "famous" in America!

More photos, less text!

I got out of the office briefly today to run an errand with one of our work drivers, Rafi (left) and our office assistant, Anjanay (right). I was able to take some pictures and try my first coconut juice - straight out of the coconut!!! I also saw my first kitten since being in India. Sadly for me, cats are very rare here. These pics were taken in a neighborhood that is about a five minute drive from our office.

Life away from work

After an insane 70+ hour work week (20 hours of which was put in on Friday alone), I finally got to move out of the hotel and into my new apartment!! That first balcony is mine, and that's our stray dog sitting out front. His name is Raja. I really like the neighborhood! It's super cute, and there are plenty of shops within walking distance. And the landlord (or maybe he's just some on-site super) filled my fridge up with a case of Kingfisher 40s on Saturday afternoon! My co-worker Ben lives two floors up, so he showed me around on Saturday during the day. Later on, in the evening, the landlord/super, Mamu (I have to get a picture of him for you, he is really interesting-looking because he is old and wears the thickest coke bottle glasses you have ever seen), took me out in a rickshaw to buy bedsheets. We went to this little hole-in-wall room full of fabric, and I picked out sheets, pillows, a beadpread, and pillow cases, all of which cost something ludicrous, like 5 dollars. And all of it looks straight out of the Anthropologie catalog. The fabrics here are absolutely amazing. I really need to learn how to sew! Ben had invited another guy we work with over in the evening, and I ended up going upstairs and hanging out for a while after my excursion. I have never needed to unwind so badly in my life, so needless to say, it was awesome to drink and hang out with new friends!

Speaking of new friends, Rahul came over this afternoon, and took Ben and I downtown. We went to Commercial Street and MG Road, which are very busy shopping areas. I didn't buy anything except for a new nose ring, which cost less than a dollar, but I got to finally see some of the city that I now call home. It was difficult to take a lot of pictures, because there are a million people everywhere, pushing up against you, and children trying to force you to buy flowers and crappy over-sized carnival-esque stuffed animals. But it was really fun, and I'm thinking about going back tomorrow by myself, since I have been given the day off, and I really need some Indian clothes to wear to work. I'll write more tomorrow, since it's really, really late (or really early, actually). But here are some pics of my apartment and some stuff I saw today - the view from my balcony, my bedroom (there are two, come visit!), one of my bathrooms (how jealous are you of my bidet-shower-head-sprayer?), some dude with a needle peirced through both of his cheeks who saw me take his picture and then followed us for a while, an advertisement for the movie Wolverine (all the American movie posters are drawings that I really need to figure out how to buy), a Hindu temple in the middle of a bunch of shops, a mosque in the middle of a bunch of shops, Rahul at India's version of Starbucks (apparently reruns of the TV show friends started a huge coffee-house trend here), and Rahul buying hot peanuts on the street.

Watching TV

Tonight, after walking up the street in a failed attempt to get my eyebrows threaded, and accidentally walking into someone's house, I returned to Maple Suites exhausted from work and ready to veg out in front of the TV. I happen to absolutely HATE American Idol, but India's version, Idea Super Singer, is rather entertaining. I especially liked one of the judges, Mano, aka Nagur Babu, pictured above. How cute is he?! He looks like the Indian version of my dad (a few years back, sorry Catman)! He gets really into it when people are performing, and does adorable dances in his seat, gyrating and shaking his corpulent little body in the most endearing fashion. I don't know which judge is supposed to be the mean, Simon-type, because it's not in English, but I think maybe they are all kind of mean, because they like to sing a few lines of the contestant's song to show them how it SHOULD be done. You can watch a clip of the show HERE.

Philly Represent!

Today ended up being unexpectedly awesome! I was bummed that I didn't get to move into my apartment or see that play, but I got out of work about an hour earlier than usual, so I decided to venture out of my hotel to check out the grocery store nearby. They didn't have much selection, but I bought some cereal and pista(pistachio)-flavoured soymilk to eat this week for breakfast, since I am growing tired of idli, which I never was too fond of to begin with. I also picked up a few items for my apartment, if I ever am able to actually move. I bought an iron, a hairdryer, a set of cute drinking glasses, some cutlery, towels, and a totally rad picture of Durga,above(on my Saree).

The store was confusing because you have to bring all of your items to one counter, where they bag them and give you a receipt, but then you have to take the receipt to a different counter to pay. And no one lines up, they just kind of butt their way up front! As I was paying for my items, open wallet in hand(flashing my driver's license around, apparently),I heard an American-sounding voice behind me say "Are you from Pennsylvania?! I went to school there!" I was SOOOO excited to hear this, because no one who asks me where I am from has ever heard of Philadelphia, and it gets awkward trying to explain sometimes. Turns out, this guy, whose name is Rahul, went to Drexel and lived in Philly for six years! He ended up carrying my groceries back to the hotel for me and we are now Facebook buds! He's only visiting Bangalore for another week or so, but has promised to take me on a bus, and around the downtown area, and on a monkey hunt so that I can take monkey pictures for you!!! Super super excited! Rahul, you are my first non-work friend in India! YAY!!


P.S. - The unknown, unfunny joke texter sent me this today:
Joke
Lady to Inspector Santa - My husband went to buy potatoes five days ago. He has not come back yet. Santa - Why don't you cook something else.

Hahahahaha.....????

I brought my camera to work with me today, since it's basically the only place I go right now. The white slavery joke is starting to seem pretty apt, as I just returned back to my hotel from another 12-hour day, with six more lined up to go before I have any time off. In fact,because I am so busy at work, my move into the new apartment has been delayed yet again, and so I will be calling Maple Suites home for another week. The picture above was taken in the business park that is my other home these days. That is the scene on the other side of the street, across from my totally modern office building.

I'm having to learn to be really, REALLY patient here. I feel like it takes forever to accomplish things. I still haven't made the mandatory visit to the Foreigners Registration Office, still haven't gone to a store, and I still haven't gotten my own Blackberry from work yet, although they did give me a temporary cell phone to use over the weekend (local calls only, boo). Have I mentioned that I still haven't figured out how to make phone calls in India? Good thing I don't really have friends yet. As I was riding home from the office tonight, I got a text message, Lord Shiva only knows from whom, and this is what it said:

Joke
Santa- If I die will you remarry. Jeeto- No. I will stay with my sister. But if I die will you remarry. Santa- No, I will also stay with your sister.

I do not think that this is a funny joke. I should text back the one about the difference between marmalade and jam.

What I do think is funny, however, is the fact that I saw THREE people brushing their teeth outside this morning! The first two were the parents of No-Pants-Baby, and since they live in a metal shack (pictured below, and sandwiched between my nice-ish hotel and a really nice house), I just shrugged it off as being due to a lack of sink/bathroom. I was actually kind of pumped that No-Pants-Baby's parents are so dedicated to good oral hygiene! (If you look hard enough, you can see the dad brushing in the picture, though I know all you pervs are probably more focused on No-Pants-Baby's hot ass.) But then I saw the weirdest thing yet: a woman brushing her teeth WHILE WALKING A DOG. It's less gross when you factor in that people don't have to pick up after their pets here. I wanted to take a picture of her, but I definitely feel like an asshole whitey pointing my camera at people, so I pussied out.



I apologize for the lack of actually interesting news and photos. Hopefully, I will get some time to explore the city next weekend! And, when I can figure out how to wrap the gorgeous hot pink saree that I bought this week (from a peddler outside the office - I told you, no stores yet!), I will totally model it for your viewing pleasure.

Delhi Belly

I had to leave work early today because I wasn't feeling well. The long and bizarre hours we have had to put in this week, paired with the fact that I never had an opportunity to adjust to the 9.5-hour time difference, finally caused my adrenaline to putter out, and I hit a wall 8.5 hours into what was supposed to be a 12-hour day today. In addition to the sleep deprivation, I'm begrudgingly starting to admit that the copious amounts of curried delights I have been consuming, may be causing a bit of Delhi Belly, as stomach upsets in foreigners are referred to here.

It's very difficult to lay off the Indian food - for one thing, it's readily available, DELICIOUS, and unbelievably inexpensive. At work, employees can opt-in to a daily lunch program for .60 cents a day! Hello?! That is THREE DOLLARS A WEEK for lunch!!! The lunch is two different kinds of rice (plain and spicy), a vegetable curry, two types of cooked vegetables that are spicy but prepared dry (sans heavy sauce), two types of sambar, roti, yoghurt (I get to put an 'h' in there 'cause I'm Indian now), and dessert. It's amazing.

I was fine up until the other night, tummy-wise, until we ordered Pizza Hut. That gave me a stomach ache that just won't leave. Funny that the "American" food was what set me off to feeling queasy! At my hotel, the food isn't quite as cheap, but still, my dinner tonight cost around $4(not that I actually had to pay for it). My room also comes filled with tasty Indian snacks - is it any wonder that I have been pigging out and suffering the consequences?!

The attorneys that I am supervising are the sweetest people imaginable, and have been very sympathetic to my plight. A couple of them offered me these "candies" that are supposed to aid with digestion: Hajmola. They are the WORST thing you have ever tasted, unless you tried the sodas I had at my party last week. They are the solidified equivalent of those sodas - tangy tamarind flavor but instead of just being sweet, they are unbearably SALTY! I hate them soooooo much, which means that I will be buying a shit ton and sending them to you!!! I bet you are excited!

Other highlights of my day:

- I bought two packs of Indian cigarettes for the equivalent of $1 from some old lady sitting in the dirt under a tree in my business park. The park itself is so strange. It's all of these high-tech companies in super-modern buildings, but the roads are totally unpaved, there are stray dogs running around, and old ladies that will sell you loose cigarettes.

- I would totally have a baby here, because from what I saw this morning, you can put a shirt on your toddler and no pants,and then make them stay outside alone crying while you do your thing and no one cares. As I was waiting for my ride to work at 6:45 this morning, I watched this fucking two-year-old that was hanging around outside with no pants on. The baby was all alone with stray dogs running around, and people just walked by the crying baby without even noticing! The fact that I watched with more amusement than concern says a lot about my suitability as a parent.

- I'm still not used to the total anarchy of the roads here. Every car ride is packed with excitement! They don't even have lanes from what I can gather! My boss's driver, Jagadesh, is one of my favorite people here, and he told me that he wants me to try to drive his car at least once. I'll take him up on it some day, but only in a totally remote area (don't worry, Mom!). Oh, and we got stuck behind a group of BULLS wandering down the street on my way home. Bulls. Wandering the street. They like to do their thing and they do not give a fuck about any of the cars on the road.

- I got invited to see a play on Sunday called "An Idiot at Dinner." I REALLLLLY want to attend this production, but my move-in has been postponed until Sunday, so it depends on how long it takes to do that and to buy the things I will need to be set up and comfortable. I know you want a full review, so I will definitely try to make it!

- I have to go to sleep or I am seriously going to die.

Excuses, Excuses...

You may be wondering why I haven't posted any pictures yet. Those of you who are friends with me on Facebook know that I am generally VERY quick to put up pics (especially when I am in them and look good). The lack of pictures on here, however, has less to do with the fact that I have no one to document my hotness in India, and is mainly because I have done nothing besides work since I arrived. The picture above was taken on my ride into work yesterday and is admittedly not very exciting. Without going in to details (confidentiality issues, people!), suffice it to say that I arrived just in time for a very important, time sensitive project, and I got thrown right into it the moment I arrived at work on Monday. I hadn't even filled out my employment paperwork when I found myself sitting in on critical global conference calls!

For the next week, I am going to be very tied up with this, and working very late hours. We are required to be available on EST, so I was at my office until 4:00am last night (this morning). So bear with me on the picture thing. And I haven't called you because I still don't have a phone, and have not had the chance to go to any stores where I could buy a phone card. It will happen soon, I promise.

I did get to see an apartment yesterday before work, and have decided to take it without shopping around. The two other U.S.-licensed project managers live in this building, so I will have people around that I know, which is a HUGE plus. The apartment itself is fairly large - two bedrooms, two bathrooms, balcony, washer, etc. It is in a cute neighborhood, and is very bright and open. The furniture is slightly odd-looking, but it has charm. And, it comes out to being roughly $367/a month in USD. I am supposed to be moving in tomorrow. I PROMISE to post lots of pictures when I get there!!!

Getting There - Part 2

After the movie and all of my boozing, I was able to get some sleep. I just woke up, and we are already landing in less than two hours! The food on this flight has been making me waaay to happy - I'm such a fat girl! Dinner last night was malai kofta, daal, and basmati rice with kheer for dessert. And breakfast just now was strawberry yogurt, channa masala, dosa with coconut chutney, spicy mashed potatoes, and naan. I ate almost everything, mainly because I have no clue when I will get the chance to eat again. And my body is already being weird - I've only gotten up to pee once in the past 13 hours!

Changing planes in Delhi is SCARY!!! I had to get my ridiculously heavy and cumbersome luggage, go through immigration and customs, hitch a ride on a run-down, dirty bus across the airport grounds to what is basically a whole other airport, go through security again....it was rough. People were begging for money, there were stray filthy dogs right around the airport entrance, it was absolute chaos! Between getting off of the bus (and tipping two different bag porters 500 rupees a piece because that was the smallest denomination I had at the time), I met Emily, an American grad student, and a really cute Indian couple, who took us both under their wing.

The couple, Mary and Joseph (and their adorable baby who was not named Jesus) were very upset about my generous tipping incident. "Keep walking," Mary kept shouting at me as we walked towards security and people began approaching, palms outstretched. After security, Mary's friend Ramji took me to buy a soda so that I could get some change to tip with if the need arose again. I bought a Diet Coke, and rejoined Ramji and Emily, thinking everything was now cool. Ramji - the best head wobbler I have seen so far in India - immediately demanded to know how much change I had been given. "I don't know, some coin thingee, and some paper bills," I said, clearly not concerned. "Well, let me see the change he gave you, then...That's all you got back? How much was the soda?!" Ramji was stunned by the fact that I had not even asked how much the soda cost to begin with. He went over to the soda stand, and came back to me. "That guy overcharged you 100 rupees, do you want to fight him?" "No, that's okay. At least I won't have to tip anyone 500 rupees again." "But you lost another 100 rupees!!!"

Ramji was incredulous. He promptly ratted me out to Mary and Joseph. Joseph was cracking up, but Mary gave me a stern lecture about how India is a wonderful place but full of vultures who will take advantage of me because of my white skin. After this, she gave me her contact info, her brother's contact info, and Ramji's contact info in case I need any help while I am here or in case I want to visit them in Chennai. I was really fortunate to meet them and will definitely email thanks when I get settled in.

As my new friends all boarded their flight to Chennai, I realized that I had somehow missed the announcement that my flight had not only switched gates, but was already boarding! When I went over to the new gate, they wouldn't let me board because the tag fell off of my laptop bag, and I was told that I had to go back through the x-ray machines! So, I did, and got back to the gate all out of breath, but ready to board the flight. This time, they were concerned that I had my stupid can of soda in my bag, even though it, too, had taken a ride through the x-ray. So they made me drink it to prove it wasn't a bomb or canned disease cleverly disguised as a mediocre low-cal beverage.

Carrying my opened soda, I stepped through doors that I thought led to the tarmac, and instead found myself outside being shuttled onto yet another rickety old bus! The bus drove me and the two other families aboard out onto the runway, and right up to the airplane, where we had to climb a fold-away ramp to get into the plane. I was shocked when I saw how full the flight was - I was the last person aboard, so I was probably a hella lot closer to missing my flight than I had realized at the time!

But luck was on my side (as it has seemed to be for the entire past month!), and after another 2.5 hour plane ride with delicious Indian food, I was in Bangalore. I grabbed my luggage, gave a normal tip to a porter, and found my Maple Suites driver waiting with a sign that said "WELCOME MR. DEBRA TUCKER." The ride back to Maple Suites was pretty terrifying. The guy drove at 140/km an hour the whole way, ignoring lanes, riding people's asses, nearly hitting emaciated sari-wearing pedestrians, even running right over an already-dead dog! I bit my lip, closed my eyes, slammed my phantom break, and cursed under my breath the entire time that I wasn't cracking up or smiling big, cheesy grins.

Getting There - My Flight(s) to Bangalore (PART 1)

So, I'm in Bangalore already, but I wrote in my journal on the planes and at the airport, and I was going to edit and rewrite it all in past tense, but it's late here and I'm lazy, so if you care to read the details, you're going to have read them exactly as I wrote them at the time:

Just boarded Air India flight 102 direct to Delhi. I'm worried that my luggage isn't on the plane, and I'm equally worried that it is, and that it's going to be a major pain-in-the-ass to retrieve when I have to switch planes (and maybe airports?!) in Delhi. The Air India plane is super dope. First Class gets actual beds (I am soooo jealous)! The interior is all kinds of glamorous - red carpet with yellow polka-dots, and red and yellow seats with colorful diamond patterns. The plane smells like the flaky pistachio confections that Jef and I bought for my party last week , not like US AIR's stale nursing home cafeteria food cabins. The flight attendants are HOT - they wear red and black saris and you can totally see their bellybuttons!!! And, I'm really into Air India's mascot, "The Maharaja." This is my favorite portion of the info they provide about him: "The Maharajah began merely as a rich Indian potentate, symbolizing graciousness and high living. And somewhere along the line, his creators gave him a distinctive personality: his outsized moustache, the striped turban, and his aqualine nose.........Today, this naughty diminutive Maharajah of Air India has become a world figure. He can be a lover boy in Paris, a sumo wrestler in Tokyo, a pavement artist, a Red Indian, a monk...he can effortlessly flirt with the beauties of the world. And most importantly, he can get away with it all. Simply because he is the Maharajah!"

As naughty and appealing as the Maharaja may be, the English movie selections on this plane are HORRIBLE - Mamma Mia or Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2?! Are they f-ing serious!? I bought two bottles of crappy wine right before I boarded, but this is not going to be enough to get me through that kind of torture, so I should probably watch a Hindi flick instead. These are some of my choices, complete with the description provided:

Bhoothnath - "This is the story of a naughty yet innocent boy who unknowingly turns a foe into a friend."

EMI - "This light-hearted film masterfully picks upon an influential new age genie - a powerful genie capable of granting all their wishes. But with this genie, there's both give and take."

Inspector Garud - "Dileep is a circle inspector nicknamed as 'Garudan.' He is the master at bribery and corruption and at the same time a funny police officer. Vijayaraghavan and his son are accomplices of an international gang."

Hashar - "Hashar is the story of today's young generation who without true feelings of love, get together and later due to misunderstandings their life becomes tumultous."

Sakal Sandhya - "Joy, a thief and Anjali fall in love. Joy learns of Anjali's life through her diaries, but when Anjali's stepmother find out, she throws Anjali out of the house. This is where the story takes shape and the story develops."

What do you think I ended up watching?????