Aaal izz Well!!

   

I don’t know where to start from. Never ever I have seen people clapping at least 10 times during the movie. I don’t really have words to describe the brilliance of 3 Idiots, but to sum up in one word, awesome can be close yet it lacks the superlative touch!!

If there is anything that I can hate about 3 idiots, then it would be second thing after “Tryst with GOD”, that forced me to write here against my effort to stay away from this blog for some time.

For me, undoubtedly, this was the most awaited movie; I even counted the release date. Apart from Amir Khan being the perfectionist and Five Point Someone as Engineers delight, there was something more that increased my curiosity and it was when, couple of years ago, I heard the rumour of FPS to be made on 70mm, I thought only Amir can do justice to Hari, Madhavan to Ryan and Sharman Joshi to Alok.

Welcome to the movie of the decade; without the exaggeration, this movie highlights the performance of Amir Khan as one of best of his entire career. Sharman is exceptional with his effortless and natural acting. And Madhavan impresses with his screen presence and as a narrator too.

Having read Five Point Someone, it was obvious to use analogy with character and flow of the movie. But, I bet, this movie won’t let you use analogy with FPS for more than first 30min. Having said that, “3 Idiots” is much beyond the campus confines and it does not target just the youth audiences.
If at all, you are an ardent fan of FPS, Raj Kumar Hirani touches every aspect of the novel, but in his own creative way. Hat’s off to him. “Hiraniji, tusi great ho! Tohfu kabool karo!

The script of the movie does impose idealism but with utmost conviction and at some point, though with smile, it does force you to think at our Grading System, added Parental Pressure and emphasizes on useless theoretical knowledge that just fulfils the physical needs of the person.

Lyrics and the music are in sync with mood of the movie. There are other characters, those deserves at least few lines, are Nerdy NRI with his hilarious Balaatkar speech, Kareena with specks and Lost-hope-with-Life professor.

3 idiots never fails to make you laugh even with usual Engineering jokes, hostel jargon like KLPD (in case you are not aware of this magical 4 letter word, use the Google power) and “Pudina Ki Chatni as Price indicator”. There are many more.

Full of funny punches, just perfect expressions and Hirani’s directional brilliance will drive you crazy. Actually, I am afraid of writing anything further to avoid any mention of story line in any form.

Just to mention a crib, (this movie won’t give you many), as I have travelled with AI-101, with few exceptions and non realistic situation like in this movie, even if by mistakes you appear to un-buckle your seat belt during takeoff, they will greet you with nothing less than- “Don’t even think of taking seat belt away from your fucking ass”. Mannerism and AI crew can’t stay together.

To cut the long story short, here is the bottom line - Go watch it!

Lastly, after watching the film, you won’t mind being certified as an idiot and I am still searching for a Certified Cynic, who can say this movie is any less than perfection.
 
 

Tryst with GOD…

I can't believe the fact that I am around this space after such a long hiatus.
I almost had to exercise my memory to get the URL right and could not really have re-visited this blog today, had I not witnessed the best ever Dreams of my Entire Life.

Some Dreams make you Laugh, Some make you Cry... But there are few, that make you Smile… And this was the one that made me smile.

It was indeed a special one. Someone came to me for Help. The one, whom I always call for help to take me out of every damn situation.

"When you are asleep you smile a lot; but unfortunately I don't see you much like this," Someone whispered me in the dark.

"But my friends say - I don't. And neither do I see the smile in most of my snaps," I replied with faded smile.

"They don't have the Cam, that I have," he said politely.
Which cam do you have and by the way, who are you?

I need your help Son! And I am the one who is supposed to help everyone.

"I did not quite get you and have I ever come to you for any help?" I questioned him unconvinced with his purpose.

"Almost every day, you call me for help. You even expect me to help you with your logistic problems. You think every gadget that you posses have a life time warranty agreement signed with me. You show me your tears when you sprain just one leg.”

He continued... making me amazed with his presence, his magical words and absolute respect for every single object in this Universe. I realized, I had the tryst with GOD.

“You lose your sanity after a minor confusion with your own friends and call me - GOD Help me!

That’s not all; you even call me during funny Semester Exams, stupid prolonged technical issues or in a time when you put your feet on accelerator instead of Break.

The other day, I literally had a laugh, when you were making dinner and called me - "GOD, I forgot what spices I put”. I had to tell you that too.

Do you get any idea as to why I always help you, irrespective of the fact that most of the time you are responsible for the problem?

I expect you to accept - I can't ever see my Son to be miserable or in any problem for that matter. Sometimes, I do delay in coming back to you; but my other Son needs me more than you do. Do you want your brother to suffer?

You have much more than Billions-of-people can just dream about it.

Every day, you Google for hundreds of thing; even you search how Draupadi managed five husbands. Have you ever bothered to search, how many blind people are here in this World? There are actually in Millions.

My own Sons can't see the beautiful world that their supreme Father has created. Actually, that’s my mistake and won't you help me to overcome it.

Every time you needed me, I heard you. Now, I need your help and I decided to come to you today as you did not call me this evening when you actually could have. I believe, you are ready to assist me now.

I will tell you how you can help me but before that let me ask you something.
Did you ever realize how lucky are you?

I don't expect - 'NO', but if that is what you ever feel, I have a million things to remind you.

Just minutes difference in Sarojini Nagar Blast and you know the rest. I am happy that you don't want to waste my time to make you remember anything else.

Now, to help me take care of everyone, don't call me every time where you can manage by yourself. If you see someone in need, you should go ahead and save my time.

One more thing I want you to promise me that one day you will reduce the count from my mistake.

The last but not the least, do call me when you are Happy. After all, your Father deserves to share your happy moments too."

 

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I too had a love story …

"Not all love stories are meant to have perfect ending. Some stay incomplete. Yet they are beautiful in their own way."

This is the lines from the novel's cover, "I too had a love story", which I picked up randomly at Chandigarh Railway station to kill my journey time.

As I was reading novel after long time it helped me finish it ASAP. Story was somewhat interesting and language was not deliberately complex as with Dan Brawn or Paulo Coelho. Having said that, I mean, I could quickly turn the pages without putting so much effort to understand the complexity of the sentence. And, on top of that, it was written by a S/W Engg; so his lingo was much expected.

Accepting the fact that, it was written by an amateur, I didn't expect too much from the book and never did regret my decision of putting 100 bucks for it.

I enjoyed the plot, simplicity and innocence of the writer throughout the book.

Towards the mid of the story, his desperate attempt to force sense of humour pissed me off and in addition, most pages used to have 100 times "Shona" and kiss. Luckily, those pages did not last long and then something came which engrossed me too much into story.

Oh, Boy! If it is real, I wonder, how he got the courage to write the "unexpected" part of the book.

While everything about this book is ordinary, last part with khushi is definitely not ordinary and it may make you feel - Ohh no... Why she???? or even moist Eyes.
 

Fasten Your Seatbelt…

 

Finished all the Sky Mall magazines that are placed here in the seat pocket. What next? Let’s take a round through the latest playlist... hmm good way to kill time during any mode of travel.....

Finally, here I am, in mid air, approx 30k ft. above the ground wondering what to do now. Life becomes so strange sometimes, from last 15 days till few hours before, I was so called terribly busy with the work and my VISA (which would let me enter into Very In-significant States of America), leave approval...and blah blah blah...

But then, those busy days did help me skip few lunch too (mentioned this just to exaggerate, how busy I were). Beauty of these busy days were, it never made me feel sure that I am really flying back for a vacation to my sweet country (yeah, "Maa Tujhe Salam" in the playlist).

Finally, end to will I? will not I? Welcome break from those thousand lines of code and Black (read Manhoos) UNIX screen, even though it is ephemeral.

Feeling like doing all the crap things that I missed in last couple of weeks.

Let me open the laptop as still an hour to go before I hit the ground only to board back into another fucking 14 hrs long flight. Flight journey, specially the long one, I feel, is the most boring mode of travel. But, I am taking my words back ("fucking 14 hrs") because this gonna take me to place I have been missing for quite some time now.

Stop cribbing; forget all the craps; clear the temp memory and think about nothing but next 2 weeks which surly gonna be awesome with the family, friends, Diwali (key words are enough).

“Please switch off the laptop and fasten your seat belt, we are about to land at JFK,” Air hostess requested.

Oops…. Itni Jaldi…. It’s time to shut down!!
 

 

Vision for Indian Cricket …

Just thought to try something different this evening and I opened one News
site and few more thereafter. Almost every other News site had the same headlines with different words but attractively used:

“It’s an official stamp for unofficial activities”

“Have sex to play better, India stars urged’    

“A good session raises the performance?”

“Make love, not war...”

“Big boys play, can they keep it up next day?’

“Good sex great for cricket: Sexologist Kothari”

And then, how come bloggers be left behind; so a blog on a famous News site says with Euphemism - "Life is more than a three-letter word"

Days are not far when we can see words like "Three-Letter-Word" and "Four-Letter-Word" occupying some space in dictionary for the benefit of Indians, who doesn't prefer to speak such words openly but still maintain the population effortlessly and often attribute the reason to third party saying - this is because of defective "Six-Letter-Word" manufactured by opposition party.

Undoubtedly, this is the funniest news I have read in recent past and more so because of the blown-out-of-proportion attitude of our media these days.

Actually the stories just start here. Even Australian and England cricketers were heard saying they'd be delighted to have Kirsten as coach.

Giggling Aussie counterpart Ricky Ponting was completely taken aback. "(Sex) in a vision document? That would be interesting. No, I don't think so... you've caught me slightly off guard. Oh, I'm still blushing."

Maybe a flustered Michael Hussey, who has been struggling to recapture the form of old, deserves the last word. "Oh, I don't know about all this. I've been away from home for four months. I have forgotten how to do the stuff."

By this time now, I assume, you know what am I talking about?

Exactly, this is all about the Vision Document shared by current Indian Cricket team Coach.

The 'Vision Document ', which says - "having sex increases testosterone, which causes an increase in strength, aggression and competitiveness" once again gets the media attentions that arduously keep searching for such Masala news.

Then comes the expert comments,

“The abstinence tradition is particularly strong in power sports such as boxing and football, but several studies over the years have tried to establish that sex is good before competitive sporting activity.”

Dr Ashok Ahuja, HoD, Sports Medicine, National Institute of Sports, Patiala, said, "There is no doubt that sex increases your performance, provided it does not disturbs players' sleep and has no negative influence on them."

There's more - "After all, good sex with a good person in a good time in good manner can be very satisfying. It can improve the efficiency of an individual in all spheres of life, including sport," says Kothari

Does not matter who is Dr Ahuja and Kothari, they must be thanking Kirsten for making them famous as until now perhaps they were only famous among their close relatives.

Finally, Bournvita comment - "A good performance in an indoor sport can lead to a fantastic performance in an outdoor sport."

As per Media, the document helpfully suggests some solution too.

"If you want sex but do not have someone to share it with, one option is to go solo whilst imagining you have a partner, or a few partners, who are as beautiful as you wish to imagine."

"No pillow talk and no hugging required. Just roll over and go to sleep."

Now as we all know the “Too-Much” attitude of our Media, what would be next???

NDTV Big Fight –
In the panel we have someone, who never indulged in beep... beep... beep before any match thru-out his entire cricketing career... Please welcome Mr. Celibate
There would be one social activist or some garbage creature from RSS shouting "Yeh Bhartiya Sanskriti Ki Maryada ka Ulanghan Hai."

Sony, Dekh India Dekh –
Manhoos Aurat would say (this is not my word, Shakeel feels so) - Put your hands together (Ek Haath Se Taali Bajti Hai Kya??) for Sudesh Lahiri as Gary Kirsten and Krishna as Sachin. You can't control laughter when Sachin would say - "Aaila, Mujhe To Kisi Ne Bataya Hi Nahin ..."

Star News, Sansani –
This would give you facts as to why India did not win any Olympic medal in gymnastics – because the athlete who represented India in that form of game was a regular visitor to Ashok clinic, behind ABC cinema Dariya Ganj.

Now the last but not the least one... the most irritating and fucking channel ever existed in this Universe - India TV

Breaking News ... Breaking News … Breaking News
With a list that reads - how many Cricketers had beep-beep-beep before the match in their entire career. Somehow they would have the birth date of the children of all the Cricketers and then calculate if that falls in 9^th month from the DOB of these kids. An expert would always be there as a chief guest to prove any tolerance (on either side by a week or so) as biologically legitimate.

If the list does not become lengthy... they can switch to any possible games with new interactive Breaking News "Kya Aliens kabhi Football Ya Kisi Bhi Ball Se Khel Sakte Hain??" SMS Y\N on 6388.

Having read all these news, I wonder if parents would really give a second thought before sending their kids to Cricket Academy. Don’t take it seriously; had that been the case, Shiney Ahuja could have been an expert Cricketer.

But you don't have to worry until some study from Nasscom says - it's advisable to indulge in "three-letter-word" before any major production activity.

 

 

40 Rules to a good Life …….

Too much work. Where should I start from? I think I should take a break.

That's exactly what I'm going to do now @ usual IT destination - my mailbox with the latest mail that I got yesterday - "40 rules to a good life..."

Though I have read this couple of times including yesterday and really felt good to be inspired by many rules, but now having seen this with the intention of Break, I am getting enthused to think otherwise.

Now envisage, like every other project, where, if you don't think straight, you need to have risk mitigation plan in place.

Similarly, imagine the risk you may bump into if you try to implement following rules:

 

1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you walk, smile. It is the ultimate anti-depressant.

Sound good. But then, you alone would be responsible for increasing your insurance premium. All the symptoms are not covered under basic coverage.

2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. Buy a lock if you have to……...

You can do that in the morning itself; but switching off the exhaust is never a healthy idea.

3. Buy a DVR and tape your late night shows and get more sleep.

Don't need to spend a single penny on this. The entire episodes are available on YouTube. But then, YouTube always pose more threat to sleep.

4. When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement, 'My purpose is to __________ today.' I wake up every morning clapping my hands, saying, “I am fine, I am good, I will overcome all obstacles and make it and God is my witness”.

But, why the hell in the morning you will even imagine that your day may have obstacles. It's more like using the life-line before you hear the question.

5. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy.

L= E³ = (MC²)³ = M³C⁶= ((MC) ³) ²= (Longer/Bigger MC) ² = can’t afford Longer/Bigger MC than this

Where L= Life, MC =Major Change

BTW, I liked the way you were thinking…..

6. Play more games and read more books than you did last year.

Better, don't keep the count of games you played and books you read last year.

7. Make time to practice meditation and prayer everyday. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives.

Is your life an Outlook Calendar? Can't you do something without planning?

8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of 6.

For better performance, don't spend time with people where Age between 6 and 70. However, that doesn't mean I work with only Tuning.

9. Dream more while you are awake and have dreamless sleep.

Before that, make sure your boss does not have cubicle near yours.

10. Eat more food that grow on trees and plants and eat less food that is manufactured in plants. Try to be a vegetarian if possible.

Being Vegetarian is actually an advantage except that you are not contributing to decrease the count of Murga. Which is nothing but the unwanted natural morning Alarm? Think about your sleep.

11. Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat blueberries, broccoli, almonds & walnuts.

Check if you have the shares of any of the company that sells/manufactures these items. Top Line Growth does matter.

12. Try to make at least three people smile each day.

Bhagwan ke naam pe ek Smile de-de. Today, I just need one more to hit 3.

13. Clear clutter from your house, your car, your desk and let new and flowing energy into your life.

As per rule #5, live with Energy; how can you dump the old Energy from your Life?

14. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, energy vampires (blood suckers), issues of the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment.

Stick to the rule - Energy can neither be wasted nor be invested. Had that been the case, even in current recession, everyone would have been sitting on huge cash.

15. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.

No one need to learn the most precious and interesting things in Life? whether it is eating or releasing pressure. Why bother for the curriculum.

BTW, This time I didn’t like the way you were thinking.

16. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card or a begger.

After this, you surely need a GPS to locate restroom around where-ever you go.

17. Smile and laugh more. It will keep the energy vampires away.

There is no risk with this; that’s what the purpose of my blog is.

18. Life isn't fair, but it's still good. Enjoy it.

Why settle for Good when you deserve the best???

19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.

Elimination is the best method when you are short of time.

20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.

Even if you take yourself Seriously, No one else would do.

21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.

Don't defy the definition of something. Argument is meant to end decision less.

22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present.

Take time to realize your past to avoid spoiled Future!

23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.

I don't see any risk here. In fact, I truly believe in this. You never realize how nonsense you are.

24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. Fall in love with yourselves first and become a magnet that constantly attracts others to you.

Physically, no similar poles can attract each other. So, be aware before challenging Natural Theory.

25. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: 'In five years, will this matter?'

True! That’s why I'm writing all this. After five years, these shit comment won't matter.

26. Forgive everyone for everything.

So forgive me for writing all the shit for truly awesome and inspiring lines.

27. What other people think of you is none of your business.

Does that mean, I should not even think if you find this shit???

28. Time heals almost everything.

Almost can never be an appropriate word. Don't believe in partial concept.

29. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

Only situation where Newton's Law feel embarrassed!!

30. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your good friends will…….Stay in touch.

So, what am I doing now?

31. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

Why did you acquire something which were not Useful, Beautiful or even Joyful???
See rule #14 - Don't waste your precious energy in acquiring something that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.

32. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.

Satisfaction is the excuse for avoiding new things/idea in life.

33. The best is yet to come.

Contradiction to previous rule - If you already have everything you need? Why even wait for something to come?

34. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.

How can you show after getting dressed???

35. Do the right thing!

No harm, if you can!

36. Call your family often. Love your family and forget all the petty arguments instantly.

Can call your family more often. Call rates have reduced drastically.

37. Each night before you go to bed complete the following statements: I am thankful to God for __________. Today I accomplished _________.

No one love the status sheet. How come you???

38. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed.

I can't comment on everything. I am not impervious of blessings.

39. Enjoy the ride. Remember this is not Disney World and you certainly don't want a fast pass. You only have one ride through life so make the most of it and enjoy the ride.

Always use the fast pass to get away with un-necessary queue. Don’t you enjoy the rides for the second time?

40. Please Forward this to all your friends.

That’s the only thing we IT people do even when boss says: "Don't forward unwanted mails from office ID"

Last time (including yesterday) when I read this mail, I felt so inspired by many quotes, but today when I read for the 2nd time, I could not stop smiling (I'm ready to pay more premium) at few rules and this happened.

One thing I again realized, it's not the content or the narrator, but actually the situation and your perception which matters.

So don't question my intentions. I still admire all the quotes as much as I did when read for the first time.

Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing.

 

Declaration: If by any chance, you are my lead. Believe me, I can do some justice to fiction; I didn't write this in office. For others - All the situation and timings mentioned above is absolutely true!

Bermuda Triangle mystery solved???

It was my lunch time when I was browsing some news on Google (yeah thats when you get time to go on all such links) and what I saw was:
" Bermuda Triangle plane mystery 'solved' ".

I was in 4th standard when some of my classmate first talked about Bermuda triangle the way that it used to suck all planes/ships passing through it. This was a mystery for me from that time(atleast that time when I was a kid).. The same banged my head after every 4-5 yrs.. Luckily this freq isn't high and today again someone talking about it.. So without wasting any time I clicked the link..
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/8248334.stm

Wrapped up the page in a minute but it seemed like the guy talked about couple of accidents happened back in 1950s. I thought there were many more accidents reported.. Then I realized if Aarushi Talwar Murder case can take more than 1.5yrs to be solved by so called CBI(when there were few evidence) then Bermuda is atleast 50times complex case without any evidence; so if it takes 50 yrs- not so bad.!!

Anyways I found some logics justifying enough to describe some of the cases..
Not sure if these are sufficient enough to say if the whole mystery of Bermuda has been solved.. Decide yourself..
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00mjpcq

Yeh Serial Kya Kehlata Hai…

Bahut dino baad jahan mein TV dekhne ki tamanna jaagi…… Aakhir ho bhi gaye 300 din se jyada jab ek haath mein chai ki cup and dusri haath mein remote hua karti thi... and Saamne... Manhoos awaaz... “Kya Aaj Dilli Ki Pyas Bujhegi...” Laut ke aate hain ess chhote se break ke baad aur phir hamare special guest (yeah! Every guest is special) se Puchhenge, Kya Aakhir Dilli Mein Bhi Aaj Baarish Hogi... Jaan-ne Ke Liye Dekhiye Aaj Tak.

Jaate jaate phir se - Kahin jayiega nahin, Hum Haajir hote hain bas ess chhote se break ke baad.
Bol to aise gaya jaise hamare baithne se hi baarish hone wali thi.

Then as usual, like every Desi product here... from Desi Restau - Desi Store - Desi Girl - Desi Movie - Desi consultant on hetch1 (nahin nahin... Chacha aap hi batao, Hetch ko Hetch nahin to kya bolenge), I opened idesitv.com, and meri pahli nazar padi “Sony TV” ke link pe.

Adbhut sa scene - camera ka frame 120 degree pe tilted; Sringar mein lipte huye couple ek-dusre ki taraf inflation ki nazron se dekhte huye; Camera ka angle 360 degree se dono character ko cover karti hai...
phir aati hai background se awaaz - "Kya Radha Vivek ki ho payegi? Kya Vivek apne pyar ke liye Samaaj se lad paayega?"

Iss-se pahle ki screen freeze hoti and nichle kone pe aata "To be Continued..." maine back button pe click karna thik samjha.

Next one was IBN HINDI. Even before I could maximize the screen, I saw flashing -

"Breaking News... Breaking News…"

And then familiar portrait in the left most corner of screen and rest part had, Aarushi, CBI........

"Police recovers Aarushi's cell phone from a UP town... "

"Aarushi Talwar’s case evidence tampered: CBI "

Not again!!

Third one I clicked on: “Zee TV USA”

Aayie, hhum, Aaur Aaap, Khelte Hain - Dus Kaa Dumm!

Nahin khlena bhai, maaf kar do. Galti se click kar diya tha... dubara nahin karunga.

Agle 1-2 channels ke link kaam nahin kar rahe the... phir bhi maine sahme huye iraado se mouse ko ghumaya and uper ke kone se “Star Plus TV” ko dabaya.

Scene was like – a guy is getting ready for the office and all of a sudden he ask his wife, shirt ki button toot gayi.

“Aap roz jaan bujh ke button tod dete hain…… (pata nahin kaise, yeh Serials mein button bahut toot-te hain),” she comes with a tool box and starts with needle.

Then the scene of the moment – 1 button 17 expressions. Camera rolls from every angle to capture the number of holes in the button. Before, I could think Yeh serial kya kahlata hai…. A song started from background… “Yeh Rishta Kya Kehlata Hai…”

Next I tried NDTV India (but actually it was link for Star News):

kaise rahe fit aaj ke bhagdaur ki zindagi mein; list mein sabse uper - regularize your life. Sleep on time and wake up early.
Lagta hai aaj din hi kharab hai... Subah uthne se kya India ki return ticket free milegi......

Stayed there for few minutes and came the time for break – “ek list jaari ki gayi hai… Amir baap ki Amir Betiyan, jisme sabse aage hain Anil Ambani ki beti “… Mumbai Live, Everyday, 3pm ET 12pm PT

Agla program – “Jaaniye aapka lucky colour and lucky number” … 3 Deviyaan…

Could not tolerate the torture any further and closed the browser immediately.

 

Not to be Continued…

 

Last Name ….. ???

"What is the name of the guy, who sit next to you in class," Papa asked me curiously, almost two decades ago (yeah, 2 decades; I have roughly covered close to 50% of standard allocated life, unless some speeding vehicle make a wish and increase this % more than the actual one).

"She is a girl - Mini," I answered without bothering why did he ask me.

"What's her full name," he added the 2^nd one with equal curiosity.

"I don't know," I replied ingenuously (even today I don't remember her last name; only thing I can remember now: she was real cutie).

Papa did not ask me same question, when I moved to High School; not because he forgot to ask, but actually, he was my class teacher and saw me with whom I shared the space.
Yeah, he knew everything I did when there were no teachers in class (this I always wonder, how there is at least one fellow in every class who follows Saas-Bahu).

So only day I used to be khulla-Saand when he was on leave (unfortunately once or twice a year).

When I became a hostel-ite (place, where I missed my home the most -Unfortunately there was no Purani Jeans/Yaaron Dosti or DCH at that time), Papa asked me slightly different question but with same curious intention.
I told him the complete name of my roomies. I mean, the one with last name; but I didn’t feel any reason to think - whether it make sense to ask the complete name?

During those days, Papa's intension never made me think about the whole idea of last name.

Few years down the line, when I was in secondary, somebody asked me the same question and I counted every one with their last name. There were five Amit so only last name remained unique identifier. Then, after two years, I actually started to realize the meaning of last name. Somehow, it related as to which category you belong to when you gonna write the cut-throat Exams or anything for that matter.

Total - SC\ST- OBC - Admin - HR - Ministry - NRI - Freedom Fighters - East - West - North - South – Central = General

As long as this LHS = RHS stayed in mind, last name did not bother me.

When I moved to College, Papa again asked me same question; thank GOD! Roomie’s last name was different and it did not suggest as it generally meant to be; by that time, I had developed kind of irritation if someone specifically asked me the last name.

There was not always reason though, but just like that. While I don't want to sound cynic on this, but what I could never digest there after was the intention behind question not the last name.

Then stepped into the corporate world, where the definition of last name became further intricate. Today, apart from the usual conversation, I feel suffocated by the idea of last name as to why most of the time it is used to define a person, their religion and what not.

And now, having answered the same question for years, I wonder, what would be my reply if someone ever asks me the last name of Ram, Sita, Hanuman, Saraswati or Vishnu...????

Such thoughts always put loads of burden on the tiny particle of the brain and as Escapism works wonder in most of the cases, I plan to stick to it until someone ask me my last name.

 

 

Mind… A Beautiful Sin!!!

Mind - "Refers to the aspects of intellect and consciousness manifested as combinations of thought, perception, memory, emotion, will and imagination," that's what Wiki says.

I too accept it as a beautiful yet an incredibly complex system of interweaving thoughts and feelings ever existed in the Universe that influences us and the ones around us and it all boils down to one fairly simple fact: Shit Happens!!

Unquestionably, mind possess the capacity to do things beyond the expectations of the living creature, but then, why can't it respond to just a simple question - "How not to think about something?"
Why can't it behave mechanically and disconnect the biological connection of interweaving thoughts that any how posses threat to normal function of one's life.

I always tried to maintain the co-ordeal relationship with my eyes; Never ever forced myself to bed until my eyes said yes and so did throw myself immediately to bed once I felt my eyes can't hold on any more. But, unethically, this complex interweaving thoughts have been ruining relationship with my own eyes.

There are the moments in life you don't want to forget ever and the moments you wish never did happen and then everything else in between. While 2^nd one is merely a fraction of the memory you want to cherish for, it still pains like anything and overshadows the count of blessing you wish to move with.

Reason remains fucking simple - "can't disconnect the biological connection of interweaving thoughts"

During your lifetime, you meet a bunch of people, some of them stick with you through thick and thin and while with others you just walk a few miles on the street called Life and then when they take a different turn and you still want to hold on to things. But, there is certain case where holding does not help; as with famous adage – water stays @ your palm until you try to close it.

Philosophically, life looks like a book with each page having different colours and text, but you don’t have option to tear out the pages you don’t like.

Now, looking at the visuals thesaurus above, curiosity with a smile crossed my mind, how is Forget conceptually different for Mind? Or to be specific why at all Forget is differently treated by Mind?
Apparently, I'm forced into a situation to believe: "Mind does not have capacity to deal with every situation".

There comes the Murphy's Law - "If anything can go wrong, it will"

That technically summarizes the basis of frustration for everything mentioned above. Whatever I do, somehow it’s going to mean differently at this time. So let the mind does whatever it want to and wait for time which is the only solution to interweaving thoughts.

Kyonki yeh Asian Paints to hain nahin jo "Salon Saal Chamke, Jamke".  It got to fade with times.
 

Today, Tomorrow & Yesterday

I became fan of the author once I read the novel. My interests in such geeky acts were not new, rather I spent many nights discussing and arguing such facts among friends. Later I realized that I partially spoiled those nights..

“A Brief History of Time”; yeah that’s where Stephen Hawking demonstrated/shared his perception for Black holes, Big Bang(its really clean if you think straight), quantum theory and much more…

If a person starts thinking about the origin of any living object or may be the creation of the very first initial blocks that brought current things into existence then it may take him/her at least couple of its ages.. and believe me, if a person wants to explain some of his logic, then he can justify and may also convince others to that ultimate solution..

But now I feel that why should I bang my head anymore  in this philosophy when Floyd’s already did…  Well Quoted:

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Time is gonna exists till this Universe does(without altering its own definition); only thing that changes are folks defining it in their own way..

Fw: Careful! Don’t open in Public!!!

Today, I forgot to carry my smart card and can't say how insane the day went after. From kitchen area to restroom to meeting room, you feel the need of it. Of course, lucky was me that I did not get into situation where intensity of the condition could have made it worse.
When thought the reason, I realized, I never actually bother for it as I assume it to be in the same pocket of my bag.

Then, @ lunch during a typical casual discussion, one of my colleague refused to accept that there is any room for monotonic in his life and he does everything perfectly to keep himself away from this word. Seconds later he became quiet and started searching something.

"Here it is," I handed him his water bottle which he had forgotten at other table.

"Sorry," he said graciously.

"No need to be. You do it every day, since I came here," I replied with a monotonous smile.

Perhaps, no one can define the monotonous word better than an IT professional, who lives it every hours of the day.

Still if, you too have any different version, close your eyes and think Monday till today as different file and use Alt-Tab. I bet, most of the time you would feel as if you did not press the combination key properly.

It's not what different things we do each day; rather it’s about the mind set which work like a pre-set algorithm. Every day, you make sure to park the car at same place, put the bag/purse in the same corner of your cubicle, open the Mail-Box and application in a pre-defined order and then look for something which I feel as the best part of IT life - Forwarded Mails.

Most of the times it set the mood for rest of the day, until you face some insane business or funny issues (yeah, these days I am facing the second one). Though it looks as customary stuff for the day, it defines more than we can envisage in our banal IT life.

I have no idea as to how it all started and became a universal means of communication to share interesting News, inspirational articles or the deadly jokes with our friends, family members, and even co-workers with a few ethical guidelines.

Almost everyone follows a pattern for Fwd-mail. No need to say that people maintain the different set of mailing list for different category of mails depending whether it is intended for Family members, college friends, same sex friends, colleagues or your close friends. Also, if required keeping Bcc too helps here.

If it is from your college friends, chances are that it will have suffix like – Careful! Don’t open in Public!!!
Or some innovative warning suffixes. Few times, the deadly jokes force you to rofl.
And if someone happens to take the suffix seriously, they fwd the mail to their private ID’s to hit it as soon as they find a nook. But, every time it does not turn out to be sleazy or Non-Veg jokes and later you feel lucky that you did not open it in office as it was about none other than your Dear Boss.

Further, as it moves from one mail box to another, people start adding prefix/suffix to make subject line deserving for at least one click.

I am not sure, if you ever have bothered to observe the typecast association of a mail with a sender and I feel it’s no way a blunder to judge a person by the kind of FW-Mails you receive from them. As I continue to write this, I assume you would definitely have some perception from the kind of blog I write.

Despite all the craps in the monotonous life of IT, Fwd’ed mails are the blessed phenomenon I feel. So, use it wisely, frequently and be sure that your Fwd’ed mail brings the first smile of the day on someone face.

Dil Se Re......

Tum pe itna marte hai hum,
Aur tumpe hi ummed rakhte hai hum,
Khuda kare hamare beech kuch ho jaye,
Isi baat ko apne zehen me liye jiyan karte hai hum.

Mujh ko maafi mil jaye ,
Aur Mera gam mit jaye ,
kahi koi aisa karishma ho,
Aur Hamari takdeer mein bas khushi ghul jaye.

Mango People…………..

Probably you would already have seen many reviews on TV/News-paper and Google-d whenever found free minutes in office, which I assume is not hard. However, If that's not enough, mouth publicity does work wonder these days.

With couple of recommendations, I too decided to watch metamorphosis of Love from KAL to AAJ.

Being, Imtiaz Ali's movie, I found no risk for $10 but was curious to see who would share the confused space this time. "Socha Na Tha" had mystified Viren...... "Jab We Met" had confused Geet.
And this time he goes by the “Law of Equality” – apparently, both Meera and Jai sounds confused for most part of the movie, which seems pragmatically in sync with the Love-Aaj of contemporary Indian society.

However, unlike the Karan Johar’s droning Love story and like Imitiaz’s earlier project, this one take a closer look through a realistic approach on the subject of the confused youth. Nonetheless, a complex yet comprehensive direction keeps the audience hooked to screen.

Based on the technical concept of LDR (Long Distance Relationship), story moves through many cities including London – Delhi – City from Punjab – kolkata– SFO. At one point of time, I even felt jet-lagged.

Moving forward, despite of various means of communication used in movie, Love-Kal chased on bicycle brings smile on the face; where Veer follows Harleen, and she immaculately carry the demure smile with downcast eyes.

I definitely missed funny scenes like there were in “Jab We Met” – “Kyon dekhun Main Ganne Ke Khete… Kya Khaas Baat Hai Ganne Ke Khet Mein…… Nahin Dekhna Mujhe Ganne Ke Khet….”

But then, it has enough one-liners and lighter moments to bring smile, including Veer Singh’s Love @ first sight and soon after his confession - “Iss Janam Mein Aur Har Janam Mein... Yehin Meri Votti Banegi…"

On the other hand, many times, lackadaisical expression of Meera, make the Love-Aaj taste like black coffee without sugar. Wish! She spends part of remuneration on some Crash Course to improve her facial expression. Apart from this, you gonna love the way each and every song carry the story forward.

Having said that, if you watch Love-Aaj-Kal without burden of expectations, it’s worth for 2 Hrs and whatever money you spend on it.

 
Last, but not the least, external factors does matter – like with whom you are watching, your mood and temperature of the theatre.

 

Disclaimer:  Title may not be digested easily by Aam Janta
 

Friendship Day !!!

I don’t know why people expect so much; when I say expectations, it means a belief that is derivative of past and centered on the future which may or may not sound realistic.

Having said that, anything less than your expectation results in instant disappointment. Somewhere, those expectations have a nature of request or even an order.

Same way, I too expected few things from my friends on a day like this and to be specific - it’s been a complete disappointment, when I didn’t receive any call from my college friends (Pune ppl).

Yesterday night, I was awake till late expecting my phone to ring couple of times. But to my dismay, all my excitement turned into disappointment. Again, first thing I did after opening my eyes this morning at 9AM was to check the cell phone, if I had missed any call or even messages.

The result was more frustrating and now I can’t stop concluding – “no one really missed and bothered to remember me.”

In order to suppress the entire feeling deep inside my heart I again slept with the hope of living those moments in my virtual world. I did see all of them in my dream enjoying the friendship day and there I felt so happy realizing - they still remember me. This is really something, I appreciate all the time - your mind can simulate your feeling in the best possible way. Isn’t that amazing?

Having lived those virtual moments, I left the bed feeling so fresh and then I almost forgot that the morning behind was so disappointing and logged into system to scan the inbox as part of usual week-end in US.

I thought I am fine for the day, but damn expectations knocked the door, making me more frustrated than before.

Dude! Expectations tear your feeling like anything, if things do not work accordingly.

Leaving this matter aside, I thought to wake Amar (roomie) up for an obvious reason, I badly needed someone to talk to, but he was already up thinking about occupying restroom.

I saw outside the window and smiled at the weather. It’s been raining exactly like I witnessed in Mumbai and Pune.

Stupid mind was again dragging me down the memory lane. To get rid of it, I stepped towards kitchen and prepared ginger tea. Perhaps, I could not have expected better Tea than this, which changed my mood exactly the way I wanted.

Right after that, I called Ajit (my Bluetooth bro... don’t ask about this concept, for this I am thanking God all the time). Although we had many things to discuss, but we discussed the stupid gizmos like I-pod Nano and the Blackberry.

While we were on call, my phone beeped twice; I checked to see it was our sweet friend Rashmi and took her into conference call (Thanks to AT&T n/w for the usual long call support lasting up to 1-2 hours between Me , Ajit and Ashish).

For the next few minutes, we discussed, linguistically, how her name sounds different in different language, Bangaluru version was the best we agreed.

Few minutes later, we also took Ashish in conf and there after it became usual battleground ( full of noise) , we giggled a lot , laughs , punches and moreover on top of it the greatest or you can say the best ever PJ’s from our two undisputed masters ( Ashish and Rashmi).

After that, we disconnected. Not sure about Rashmi and Ashish but I guess Ajit went for cooking lunch (courtesy, Bluetooth tech). I too prepared lunch and got busy with normal routine. Hours later, Tuned the song “Tune jo Na Kaha…… (from New York) and started writing this.

Now, I am not feeling as sad as I was in the morning, but still having regretted that even though my friends forgot me why the hell, I didn’t feel like calling them up and wish them.

This is still making me feel a bit low. But then, I surely know I will suppress this too and delete the bad feeling from my mind and heart and would be busy with something that will surely take me in the world of happiness.

At the end of day, I am happy that this way I remembered everyone I know… and on top of it there are lots of people I know as a friend and that makes me feel as I am one of the richest man in the world.

For the benefit of the Global reader - its 5:00 AM IST, 7:30 PM EST, 6:30 PM CST, 5.30 PM MST, 4.30 PM PST and 12:30 AM GMT.

बचपन की यादें…

सच ही कहाँ है किसी ने - बचपन की यादें है, भुलायें थोड़े हीं भुलायी जाती
यकीन नहीं होता इतने बरस हो गए जब पड़ोस के दादाजी ने पापा से कह के मेरी धुलाई करवाई थी
किया तो कुछ भी नहीं था, बस उनकी लाठी छुपायी थी
अगले दिन माँ ने बड़े प्यार से समझाया था, बेटा ऐसे हरकत क्यों करते हो, मुफ्त में धुल जाते हो
फिर क्या था, कुछ दिनों की सराफत देख छोटे चाचाजी भी बोल पड़े, पिछली बार ज्यादा लगीं थी क्या?

इस बार तो सराफत की हदें पार हो जाती अगर स्कूल से आते समय गन्ने के लहराते खेत पे नज़र न जाती
दोस्तों ने इशारो ही इशारों में कुछ ठान लिया और मैंने भी पिछली पिटाई भूल दोस्तों की सारी शर्ते मान लिया
हम तो मानो बच ही निकले थे लेकिन गन्ने की पतोई की आवाज़ ने मालिक को जगा दिया...
ढलती हुयी शाम को भी उस जालिम ने आधों को उल्टे पैर दौड़ा दिया
किस्मत से अपनी तरकीब काम कर गयी, मालिक के निकलते ही दूसरी तरफ से गन्ने के खेत में ही छुप लिया!

वोह कुछ आखिरी महिना था प्राईमरी स्कूल का, जब दिमाग की बत्ती जलाया था
पिंटू के साथ स्कूल बंक कर, सारा दिन आम के पेड़ पे बिताया था
अच्छा हुआ जो पापा को इस बात की भनक भी नहीं लगी
वरना हम तो भागते फिरते रहते गाँव की गली गली!

मज़ाक मज़ाक में सातवी कक्षा में आ गया... लगा ऐसा, मानो किसी पाप से छुटकारा मिल गया
अनायास अगले ही दिन तैराकी की तम्मना जागी तो जाके गाँव के तालाब में डुबकी लगादी
उस चार फीट की गहराई में सर जाके पत्थर से टकराया, फिर अगले दो मिनट तक कुछ बोल नहीं पाया
डर इस बात का ना था की बोल नहीं पाऊंगा, पर पापा को पता चल गया तो हमेशा के लिए डुबकी भूल जाऊंगा!

मेरा मित्र पिंटू भी कम सज्जन ना था.... एक दिन एक भले मानुस को प्रणाम टीचर कह के सटक ही रहा था की उनकी धीमी सी आवाज़ आई - मैं टीचर नहीं हूँ... पिंटू ने बिना समय गवाए चिल्ला दी - आपको थोड़े ही बोला था
छात्रावास के दिन भी कम रोचक नहीं हुआ करते थे, जब रात को मूवी देखने के लिए सुबह उठक बैठक किया करते थे
फिर जब बजती थी घंटी मेस की, घटिया खाने से पहले माँ को याद किया करते थे!

याद आती है दादी की हर एक कहानिया.... जिसमे ना थी चंदा मामा की एक भी शैतानिया......
बंधू, वोह बचपन के दिन भी क्या दिन थे... जब हमारी हरकत से, हमारे सिबा सब परेशान थे......
आज बरसो बाद फिर से मीटिंग में, डिजाईन चेंज ने मचा दी है बचपन की खुजली......
मन तो अभी भी करता है, थम्ब के बदले उठा दूँ बीच की ऊँगली!!

 

Scrumtrulescent Friendship

Could have I done a better job this weekend?? There was enough preparation to be done, but just slept dreaming something .. In fact I am lazy enough and if you have some alternative means to get things done (that too better) then I am the one to use it (indeed I must thank my friends for that)..

Woke up few hours back, and was wondering what to do next.. Then started this:

Easy to predict the outcome..

But believe me the result would not be a mere sketch, but it would portray much more that you can expect from it. And I’m sure few folks would agree..

To be continued…

Believe me, I made some good progress on this but lazyness screwed everything (sketch was spoiled b4 I could finish it)... anyways seems like these 3 faces need a better sketch..

Must We Mean What We Say... ???

Have you ever thought, if we really - Must mean by what we say or read... ??
Or are we part of a materialistic cycle, where we should just treat our interest as a commodity??

Most of the time, I desperately try to put pen to paper about something which does not pose a threat to my frontal lobe (read, दिमाग की दही न कर दे…) and can somehow induce a chemical to soothe my cerebral hemisphere. Many a times, I threw the written in dustbin to avoid such situation and rather watched "Funny kid’s videos" that made me laugh out loud.

But today evening when I saw news I could not stop myself and dared to bore you.
It was something like - "A newlywed girl kicked out by An Educated family for Dowry…"
This heading evoked tons of questions in fractions of second. For a moment, I got perplexed with meaning of "Educated".

"दहेज़ प्रथा एक अभिशाप है…" I still remember those lines which I used to write in essays during my primary classes. But what I don't remember is, whether I had mugged this up or even had a bit of feeling while writing.
I am sure, every one of you at some point of time would have written this, in whatever language it may be. But perhaps we were too young to comprehend the meaning of these lines.
I am afraid you might feel, as if I have gone insane and writing something that sounds like inspired from some newspaper which in turn is sponsored by some “Mahila Samaaj Kalyan Samiti...”

Well!! With this, I don't question the presence of the inspiration, but more of now, meaning of Education is sounding equivocal to me.
I thought, dowry itself is too rural a word to be read in an English newspaper. But then, this is so frequent of today in so called every Metro supplements.
Disgusting are the fact that Engineers, Doctors, NRI's and so called white collar people being part of such articles. There are national magazines that even carry the annual survey of latest rates for all kinds of Groom available in Market.
More shocking is the reality that this observable fact entirely belongs to Youth, who always beats the bush around of changing the Society.

It reminds me of a funny quote that few of my friends, who recently got married or getting married soon, used to voraciously say – “If your Father is Poor – its Ur fate, but if your father-in-law is poor, it’s Ur Stupidity!!!”
Luckily (for all those to be In-Laws) they fell in love with someone and forgot to explore if their In-Laws were indeed a ticket to get rich quick.

That creates some space for an interesting question here, does people really think of dowry only in case of arranged marriage or in case of Love marriage, the Guy does not have courage to face their sweet heart......... or is it that they suddenly get the guts to convince their family that somehow dowry word is a fucking shit in itself.

Has LOVE anything to do with Dowry???
Well! It’s too individualistic thought and I can't even think of concluding anything here; also, despite of my strong wish, eradication of it seems too vigorous a thought to be legitimate.
Having said that, this one is indeed a hard one to pass on, especially as I know many of you who know me as well as others who are in, and about this blog, would sympathize, appreciate and… might even laugh...
But then, I can’t help it... You are the one who would take call about your wish...
Millions of thought hit the mind before I go to sleep. At least now, I wish, I MUST mean by what I write and hope you too would MEAN by what you READ!!!

Emotional Atyachar......!!!

Yesterday, I was browsing a financial site when my eyes stuck to an Arbitrage fund with ***** rating.

Suddenly, authenticity of the rating started to fizz my cerebral hemisphere and it reminded me of "Dev D"; back in Feb, it was given same rating by many News-papers/Critics/TV-Channels... and numerous self claimed expert reviewers.

Though, it's been months that I saw this movie; might be, you wud have forgotten the story too, but still I can't forget that Emotional Atyachar.......!!!!

Like most of us, I too decided to watch "Dev D" to witness the justification of these many stars and on top of that it was directed by someone who dares to be different......

I expected the story to stand for a Dev in a modern setting, dealing with all the trappings of contemporary India.
But what was that...... hardly a few minutes into story and a lecherous Dev decided to fly to India to quench his aphrodisiac for his childhood Love, who had just sent him a naked photo of her.

After several failed effort to find a secluded place, Anurag's creativity ended in a Sugarcane farm. Sharat Chand would have certainly been delighted to see his novel inspiring today’s youth getting attracted towards exploring Green India.

Apart from technical perfection in Cinematography, there was the part of story that I liked where Paro has been characterized as imprudent, yet demure; calculating, yet naive.
However, I could not really understand the part of the creativity in relating generation Y's take on infidelity where Dev shows no qualms romping in bed with other women.

When interval came, instead of Popcorn, once I thought of watching some laughter challenge episode, but accepting the fact that "Dev D" was not a regular movie, I digested all the Emotional Atyachar......!!!

Further, as the introduction of Chanda was obvious, nothing could have been easier for Writer than to pick a plot like DPS MMS.
Apparently, this was more like a S\W developer, who, after working for 14 hrs at a stretch, don’t even bother to change the variable name while doing copy-paste from some source.

There after, all I could observe was similar looking scenes involving drinks and sleazy hotels but they take the story nowhere. At some point of time, the story becomes so banal and stinking that made me feel as if it was a half roasted porn sponsored by some VODKA brand.

Well!! Stereotypical creativity was definitely not something I expect from director like Anurag Kashyap but it was too different to deserve a 5 *.
I am sure; I need to take a double check on those star ratings before going through another Emotional Atyachar...…!!!

Vent on Sunday

Personally I don’t write (or may be I am not good in writing), I prefer expressing those feelings in sketches… Beer in hand probably coerced me to discover the creativity inside and know the ability to play with words in text.

Can’t deny d fact that the best of stories start with clear picture in middle and well ornamented at their start and end.. but its an art, one is born with and an attempt to achieve this leads to the comprehension that was scored 10/10 and additional +2 for immaculate work and resulting in a log of wood wasted in that paper used..

How about a post that start from an end.. now since I have a conclusion identifying the title, I can try puzzling the reader… In fact this is all for those B.,C.

You guessed them right, but don’t feel that comma(,) as my erratum. Its intentionally placed there and if you are trying to co-relate it with some slang then U r wrong. Hope both B. as well as C. would agree with this…

Ended up noon watching match (India vs England), which went against Indian Cricket team to be precise.. I hardly felt disconsolate, probably its sportsmanship that keeps my spirits up without bothering about home team feeling…

Got less time listening to music specially in past few months; these guys don’t let me feel that I have any plenty of time keeping me busy. Currently listening to a song from OAR: “Shattered”

Loving it: here goes the lyrics:

In a way, I need a change
From this burnout scene
Another time, another town
Another everything
But it's always back to you
Stumble out, in the night
From the pouring rain
Made the block, sat and thought
There's more I need
It's always back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around
I had no idea that the night
Would take so damn long
Took it out, on the street
While the rain still falls
Push me back to you
But I'm good without ya
Yeah, I'm good without you
Yeah, yeah, yeah

probably need few more cans to carry on with words..

Sweet Morning.......

A faded smile crossed my mind, when I saw a "Sweet Morning" greeting in my Inbox. I did not realize the sweetness of mail, until I opened it; it was indeed as sweet as honey..... ..as fresh as a flower...... and smelled with the purest form of fragrance.

Inside the mail, a gladdening message was engraved within a captivating heart shaped virtual photo frame, which was no less soothing than a real one.

Momentarily, sender's intention puzzled me; He knew- no morning could be sweet, which had gone through another stretched insane evening after a prolonged incorrigible week; and yet, he greeted with Sweet morning.

I could not disagree, that I was being intentionally teased!!

I took no time and switched the screen. Today was penultimate day for code completion. I couldn’t afford to wait till the last day, expecting another design change possible any time. When I scrolled through the last uncompleted report, I realized, I was already at line 805 and still an error to be taken care of, which would easily take me past 900.

For a moment I forgot the count; got lost in black screen and slowly the UNIX command was driving me nostalgic. Finally, I was done with my part with slight delay in lunch.
The post lunch session was turning soporific, when my eyes crossed the sweet mail again. I had no doubt that it was still teasing. I thought, it only deserved to be in "Deleted Itmes"; and I did.

What was sweet about this morning; all I could see, my mind filled up with craps generated by bad clusters in hard disk and lots of $&%(@$^%@$ for HP.....
None of my cogitations were loading successfully.

I realized, I badly needed good night sleep, with her taking me miles away from any pixels and clusters; somewhere, in the nook on a deserted island, where I would need no OS to start, no memory to continue, no booster to enhance anything whatsoever.
Because, in every corner of my heart, I knew- she is the one, who always makes me feel in safest mode possible.
She never lets me enter into hanging state.
She has no pirated feelings, does not even let any spy ware intrude in her fantasy.
She is the purest soul in my dream. She is Ria.

I can't curse my laptop anymore; it has forced me optimistically to expect her glowing in the dark, distant in my dream, making me realize - "the morning was indeed sweet".
Then a strange thing happened; I could see the Sweet mail again in my Inbox.
Who did it?
Did I?
Did she?
Or it never really did sneak out of my Inbox? Now, I don't even bother to find who?

My Evening is already sweeter than I could possibly envisage.

 

Cynical Obsession.......

"Serial Blast in CP......" - received an SMS around 7PM, when I was trying hard to nap my journey in way to Chandigarh.
These 4 words can run the blood through your Veins much faster than your sense could react after feeling the snake presence in dark. People having any idea about Delhi can imagine what CP means to it on a Saturday evening.
I was getting concerned, thinking about the intensity of the blast.

First thing I did upon reaching home was to grab a remote.
Once again!!! This time in Delhi; did that really matter to me?? Didn’t I have option of switching to a so called better channel; which talk in terms of facts-n-figures (of course, not number of injured who had to be rushed to nearest hospital).
One good thing I like about such channels - they allocate less space to nonsense breaking news in the marquee.
Yet, I could not switch to that better channel.

My fingers froze on remote. My mind was filled up with tiny pieces scattered by the blast.
I could not possibly think else than to fight with my conscience.

Irrespective of the city, which sees the blood bath, I have started to accept it as integral part of my life. Emotional reaction cycle too has reduced considerably since I heard of blast in financial heart of the country.
It has become much quicker and faster though, with the 24X7 courtesy by electronic Media. Lots of blast and heinous crime followed thereafter.

Then Why is it so, that still, I have not been able to forget 92 blast??? Isn't it more den a decade old now??

“May be, because it was the first one and perhaps, the first instance of everything is harder to forget,” I just can't stop myself from thinking about all this, whenever a city is intolerably blasted in to minuscule pieces.

It used to be once in a year. Accelerated to more within a year and then to quarters and now every month. Technically, this QoQ growth is much more than YoY, but same, so called better channel make me realize- such growth is a fundamental issue for the society and Universe @ large, not only in Long or short term, but any term for that matter.
Am I still bothered???

Well! For sure, this is within the tolerance Zone! Had that not been the case, how come Sarojini Nagar, Varanasi, Banglore, Lucknow, Hyderabad, Ahmedabad and many more blast can be so easily forgotten and I have closed all pores to make sure, none of the chemicals in air even distantly instigate me to sound ENOUGH!!!

What can I do?? Am not I worried for others???
Well! This is probably the safest excuse I can bring out immediately. Can also support this with instant logic - "Govt. is not doing anything; Intelligence Bureau is hardly effective; Political leaders are busy changing attire; Militants are too smart; Media wants just publicity and blah blah blah........all this fucking excuse."
In short, concerned authority should act - Not me.

What’s my contribution???
What contribution? I Pay Income Tax in a country where millions of morons have not seen the PAN card in their entire life, even though their total assets contain more zero than any state population have.
I am not a terrorist.
I don't kill people.
I am a responsible Citizen. Is not that ENOUGH!!!
And further, if provided with… Given a Chance… if time permits... I can do much more for the Society.

For Society or for myself???

“I am the part of it, so transitively me too,” I can’t escape the technical theories.

Wish! Technical theories could end terrorism and incomplete sentence could conclude ever. My conscience makes me feel as if I am the culprit.

Fine! I accept myself responsible to some extent, but isn't whole society corrupt?
Don't I have to go through hell in procuring a passport or a Driving license? Is not it procedural to bribe money to police than to handover the supporting paper?
Be it railway, public services, whatever....List is endless. One thing is common- Corruption!!!

Doesn’t a police man go to other counter? Doesn’t a public servant wish to be free with less than legal amount, when caught with speeding vehicle? There is no theory in this world which can bring "ZERO" out of intersection of any two systems. And unfortunately or fortunately, we happen to be part of the multiple systems. So, our very much OWN transitive theory makes us morally corrupt.

Still, why we become insane when we are at other side of problem.
"What about thousands of people getting killed in a stampede outside a temple. Billions of Rupees lost with the strike by a group of people (read - social morons), having no idea what they are doing. Public and private property gets damaged as if its part of festival of Obstruction & Destructions. More interested in figuring out the Full name behind the problem rather than the problem itself," are these sounding a militant activity?

Probably, all the life lost in till date Blast are much less than life lost in a single stampede (be it outside a temple or in a Holy Kumbh Mela), which can no way be related to Militant activity.
This is not a statistical figure but the cruel reality of our OBSESSIVE CYNICISM.

Mr. Sharma did not sacrifice his life to gain popularity; rather, he simply did his job.
Perhaps, I don't need to encounter militant but to accept myself responsible and contribute to make my own life better.

It seems, slowly my conscience has made me realize answers to my questions.

No!! Not most, rather all questions. I have to be answerable to myself.

Thousands of questions boggle my mind minutes after every blast. Don't know when and how, but today I realize one thing - I would get the moral RIGHT to ask others, only after I answer my own conscience.