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Cellphones - The new addiction for Human Being....

How often do you see someone who keeps on walking and crossing the roads engrossed in their cellphones completely oblivious to their surroundings ???

Well i guess its time to raise the usual disclaimer that I intend not to hurt or criticize anyone. For I do not have even an ioata of right to do so as iam not known for being in such saner minds. But having come across such ppl had invariably and greatly evoked my ire.

I had seen a man this morning on the signal around the place I live and commute to my office daily. An IBMer flaunting his ID card on his waist so proudly and walking hurriedly, the tall man he was also talking on his mobile phone cluching it by one hand. Just when the signal had gone green he came by scrambling to run across and cross still clutching and talking on his phone. He managed quite well on one side but he had hardly seen the other side. He strode quite casually with the whole traffic behind him (the blind side) thatz raring to go. Midway through the other lane a lorry driver had to slam his brakes and was visibly shaken by this man barging-in (Given the fact that lorry drivers hardly do slam their breaks to save someone) and was pumping his horn quite forcibly blaring time and again. This dizzy little guy (compared to the lorry) hardly gave a shit. Not even turned his heads to look around why the whole place is so tensed. And is not even aware that lot many faces are luking at him and it indeed is quite pitiable that he did not even know (even now) he had escaped from a near death possibility and was still walking his way through talking on his phone and smiling.

I felt like chasing and slapping the guy up-front for his ignorance. But was qute appalled and wondering what is it that one would converse so incessantly for hours without being attentive to their surroundings or even feeling a sense of regret for wasting all the priceless time and irrevokable periods of their life. Well, I may not be a Gigolo Joe, but I sure can understand ppl for that matter., As to why men fall in love and are passionate about each other. Yes, i do know that Love has no boundaries... no rules and no fears and all the shitty feelings.... And, no care for others except those who love them and ofcourse the urge to communicate with the not-so-near and dear ones and oflate the unknowns....

Are we deviating from the central theme of this post... Well then here we are back to where we actually were..

This is yet another incident when I was actually riding my passion (Bike) a week-end in my hometown alongside the newly laid golden-Quadrilateral highways. When i was about to detour from the classy roads to enter the city avoiding the by-pass, (its actually a bumpy curve that is poorly taken care of) considering the kindof ppl we are; i'll always pay attention to these pitfalls as im quite used to them much like any average Indian. Which is when i found a poor soul who happened to cruise past me like a breeze, talking over his phone all-along and steering single handedly. The sound of squeaking breaks followed by a loud noise sent shivers inside me as i rushed to help the boofhead. But to my surprise he was still talking in his mobile phone lying on the road alongside his vehicle (I still have that frame in my mind). Even before i reached him there were some good samaritans who helped to get him on his feet and lifted his bike from the ruins. His knees had scratched and he was bleeding a bit with the bruises but hez just fine. But he was not paying attention to any of these and looked rather cool, still talking over the phone and kick-started his engine and went away again riding, clutching the phone by his heads sideways and talking again... "Ya.. i just fell down, ya ya im okay... its just the pits that made me fall again (Again ???), no no i'll do it once i reach home... so what else......."

What in gods name do you call it ???

He did not even bothered to thank those who attended him... Those scrambled from whatever work they were doing a while before to help another reckless Indian who did not even cared a shit to thank. I at that very moment felt my anger gushing again and indeed contemplated beating him to knees down or rocking him again on his bike. But soon sanity prevailed to stop me doing any non-sense.

This is the kind of addiction that im talking about. We are now in the days of obsessive communication. Where we feel the urge to keep communicating with others althrough the walks of our life without even realising the fact that we in-turn are spoiling our own self. Gone are the days when we used to communicate with our family, dear ones etc., through phones booking trunk-calls once in a blue moon. The telegrams that used to Zip around as if like messengers. But now... A call an hour is the order of the day.. and every call lasts an hour atleast.... Beleieve me there are ppl who talk even in rest-rooms, I wonder what they speak from there ???  "Just the fifth drop of scat had fallen.. Ya.. sixth now...". (Well to me tat is the only place a man can be at peace. A place for some introspection. To make some important decisions and at times to read.. :) )

I'd often feel unpleasant when i talk in phones more than 10min. I do not keep calling ppl to tell them every now and then that how I love them or to update them how my day is. They can hardly do anything for im on my own and I'd inevitably had to face the world on my own. I was fortunate for my parents had understood my (read sarcastically) rather odd behaviour when they are surrounded by myriads of ppl who keep telling them about what their son in the states is doing this very moment....

But they satisfy their wishes by talking to my bro. who comes online everyday to talk to my dad-n-mom for atleast about 2-3 solid hrs. (I'd ask him dont u hav anything else to do thr.. ??). See why should one spend so much of his time only in communicating. I wonder how the society which is so conservative and maladaptive to changes that are required for a host of porblems have taken in so graciously and is growing so exponentially every week. Imagine the amount of buisness that had sprung-in and the billions of money worth of market that it has knocked open. I guess Cellphones must've been the most successful product next to the personal computers this century.

The point is we tend to overdo things especially those driven by technology. Considering the large mass of conservative, reckless and comparively poor ppl we are. Which is why rather the internet had picked-up even in places most remote. One can say that almost 80-90% of the average household has Television sets and more so the rising figures of the mobile networks and the customer base that serviece providers are tanking on these days only goes to show the addictive behaviour of indian households.

On the other side it has quite a lot of postitives though. Considering the large numbers of new buisness that had sprung-in because of this invention, parents who could keep in touch with their loved ones just a few numbers away. And with a new host of technology driven products pouring in to tap the market potential, lots and lots more.

But, at the same time i've seen ppl who tend to buy more than one phone at a time merely to flaunt their supremacy. Some had even gone to the extreme of getting loans to replace their old ones with another that has more features. The ones who are always hooked on to the music and the modulated frequency channels are different kind of a story and its better that I reserve it for another post.

The point is addiction. I mean just like people are getting addicted to every sensory pleasures in the world, people are also getting addictive to the need for communication. To some its the divine fluid that goes inside, to some its the rocking insalubrious beats of passion that kinda drives them like hell, to some its women who drives them mad, the virtual games, lotteries, etc., well i can now hear that all-familiar accusation.... Yes, I am a insane rider, I do agree the fact. But there is actually a thrill that it excerts in you. The adrenaline that it pumps in you to go for more of those steep curves and the ecstacy it gives you when you wade through the traffic and blockades like a flocking bird, I mean its breathtakingly awesome experience. (Ofcourse you have to live with those failed attempts and the subsequent consequences). Yeah its kinda addictive too I do agree.

Likewise every damn being is getting addicted to this urge to talk or fiddle incessantly in these pretty little devices if you dont buy the argument yet, try asking any young swot to be calm for a minute after giving him any of these devices. I dont want to sound so out of fashion. For I always make sure that I acquire a considerable amount of knowledge about relatively new products and believe me Im fairly gud at handling any gadget of sorts.

Now, to cut-short my otherwise loooong musing, i'd like to recite the proverb from a parable "all gud things when crossed the limit, most certainly would turn worse than bad". This I guess holds very true for the case i was explaining all the while. Technology is gud as long as you dont tend to fall for it or get addicted to. You can always use the aid of Technology but that in my opinion should not re-define our lives. For WE are human beings made by flesh, blood and bones by nature not some programmed devices.

Cheerz and thanks for the read.

Im Done... !!! GTG....

Well... Its official now guyz.. im leaving... I mean atleast from this god-forsaken place where i've wasted all my precious youthful years unfruitfully. I donno if anybody would give a damn shit if some obnoxious little weed has got over its hapless, miserable or sorry state from where that got so institutionalized, was wasting its time around a pretty uncongenial place and was doltishly hoping to make better use of its never existant talents that a natural achiever in the corporate world inherits or rather cultivates.

Iam finally sick of cursing around blaming the biggies for not recognizing or rather realizing the talents from my vantage point. I know perfectly well (like my Ex-boss uesd to say) everybody has the right to feel betrayed given that so-called 'performance' in a corporate world. SOme for not getting triple-promoted, some for not being Product heads and so on. I guess its only the magnitude that differs and it doesn't matter whose woe is bigger.

The performance appraisal system that we had is so pathetic that even the bosses would say "this in no way reflects your performance or the way you worked". What in gods name would you call that kinda system where-in you dont relate your apprisal system to your performance. But as it turns out always the ones who enjoy the greatest visibility or pro-sombus are the ones called as outstanding performers and are awarded the life-changing breaks that are evident in any corporates like the Fast-Track Growth or Sponsorship for higher studies for instance.

Yes, I indeed am writing mainly to vent my anger that after wasting around 5 years nearly i am no one. Still left on the lurch bewildered, not knowing what I have done all the while. This after giving all the hard work (to me ofcourse - But certainly better compared to my peers i guess) and sacrificing all the options that came to my way (though too compelling in a way). I feel like I've had enough, have got my share and was way too stressed and it feels like i've gone so meek.

And now just like I've been musing all the while as to how I was so vibrant during my college days (The days fading away so fast like a distant dream) and how it all went like the taper wastes away. here iam still reminiscing the good old days where chuppandi is known for his courage, ruthlessness and knowledge. I just dont want to be like this anymore and i hope i can shrug-off this bad patch in my life the dire straits of my life is finally here to pass.

Well actually i dont want to complain anyone for my slothful life and this being a conscious choice of mine, im just angry at myself for doing this time and again. Angry at myself for buttressing these kiss-asses and praying demigods for that elusive grades that some of my peers were able to get 3years before and still hoping foolishly that things would change somehow or other

Things are not at all working out for me here...  I am not the kinda guy luking for promotions and monetary awards all the time. But you cannot tolerate being taken for granted, demeaning in a way and are always victimized and still expected to deliver out of the most demanding situations. This precisely is what is the reason for which i chose not to stay even if means that i've got to go back to square one as i've let slip-away lot many opportunities that came my way. I dont mind even if  I have to search something anew. getting mouthful of bashes from my mom/dad at home.

My boss just asked me for a reason when I gave him the letter as to what the reason is and that he'll not accept it without any, to which i replied for the last few years i've only been asking for reasons and more so some reformative or even scrutinizing feedback and that i ain't got no reply from anyone for that matter. Now why do you ask me a reason..... Lets see how things goes and will update you all on that....

Thanks for the read :)

If the poem by Rudyard Kipling

IF - Rudyard Kipling

Was actually reminiscing my childhood days when i remembered one of my English teacher. The way he narrated the IF poem... so artistically that it still remains in the fragments of my brain....

A favourite poem of mine which tells you how to be a successful man and more a successful human being. No wonder he got his Nobel so early... Here it is for it means something at every stage of ur life when you read...


If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;


If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;




If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";


If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And—which is more—you'll be a Man my son!

We are the creator of our own DESTINY !!!

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were all meant to shine, as children do.
It's not just in some of us, it's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

The con in the Corporate world...

I guess there must be a con like me in every corporate company in India... Im the guy who strangely enjoys the warmth and the wrath of the austere and utter places in life.

 

I kind of feel the urchin in me is long gone. Its kinda strange and funny what life can do to you when you let people to play in your life. I can only keep reciting the words of balboa that that world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. Its a mean and nasty place and will beat you to your knees and keep you there if you let it.

 

5 Years almost. God when you say like that, you wonder when it went. Guess i am trapped-in so deep into the cobwebs of the world around me.  I have only myself to blame for the desultruous and slothful state iam in.

 

well i actually wanted to start this as a funny one to post about the state of my slothful lifestye and about the fellow con's around me.

 

Like the red says when he talks about brooks emotions in the film S.Redemption

 

These walls are really funny,  though you are virtually trapped in the blockades and figments of your own imagination, its like a quicksand. When you think things will be just fine one things goes wrong and another..... and another...... and another..... and that is when you think its all over for you and the spirit in you goes dim and takes the sheen out of the glory in all the work we do.

 

IT feels like you are getting happless as times go by... like the ash that flies away. Red says these walls, first you hate them and you get used to them. As enough time passes by you get so you depend on them. Thatz institutionalized. Having trapped here for life thatz exactly what they take away. Part that counts anyway...  Thats the way I feel.

 

Its like a walkway where you know you could run past sprinting ahead of everyone but are only blocked by these slowly moving asses around. Like the calf in the cattle. First for a while its really hard to control when it runs amok but as time goes by, it gets matured along with his big cows and gets institutionalized with its surroundings. It goes rather impassive and learns not-to-give-a-damn-shit whatever happens. The same reason as to why the calf of the pachyderms even are tied with small chains... 

 

This is the state of me and the fellow con's around me. They come here shining so bright radiating the spirit enlightening the place around and giving hope to everyone. But as days go by the shimmering light gives away all the feeble flame that it inherited and over time the once running stream gets coagulated with the shits blocking around which finds it very difficult to overcome.

 

But Some birds are never to be caged. They simply fly from one to another or rather re-orient themselves to different priorities. And most do enjoy the warmth in the desultorous (is thr a word like that ??) state lost in the madness burying their dreams feared of everything that could rock them from the rather ensconced position and slothful life. The world would seem so doomed to them. Not knowing the outside world and the pace with which its moving. Where new things set-in so rapidly.

 

But there are really some who gets all the breaks. Who balances well between shitting around and simultaneously soaring around among the shitters. But the irony is that you can't loose the real you to become that some. God.. wheny you see those wry smile around their face (Wryly smiling wily foxes), full of facades, selfish lives, odd demeanour, Faking friendships, hiding stymies and yet pretending and portraying and canonizing themselves as if like a saint. Gosh it feels like even hell would be a better place to live-in.

 

This is the only motivation urging you to move-on. Like the boy in the cohleo's Alchemist goes on in search of his dream, his destiny ignoring all the worldly comforts of the world. I guess the destiny is the place that you may never reach to. But one should always march towards his destiny in every walks of his life. His work, pastimes, play everything should only be related to his ultimate destiny. The place he may never reach to.

 

Having ended up here in itself is a rather unfortunate, awkward, inextricable and odd predicament. But whenever the unfortunate ones tries to slog around with-in his given boundaries hoping to be counted only finds himself being counted-out for being rather uninteresting i guess... Only those who flaunt their flamboyance, absurdity and selfishness are the ones who gets all the breaks. Then comes rather different breed the meek, faking, approbative and pro 'sombus'. One rather should end-up being in company of one or other.

 

I'd never get bemused a bit with all these wily acts for sheer success (in their own terms). For I know deep down inside me that who I am and what am I made of. No one can take from you what you have it in you. But I certainly feel for those (and myself at times) having wasting our times here still hoping to change things around, to be fair and sincere to everyone. I'd always luk for my passions to stay thirsty even if they doesn't matter anymore. Because here's where it makes the most sense. you need it so you dont forget. forget that there are places in the world that aren't made out of stone. there's something inside that they can't get to. that they can't touch. That's yours... Thatz Hope....

 

I am really hopeful that i'll find the light of the day someday or other for hope is the spirit that never dies and keeps burning with-in. Now its only for the time to tell what it has in store for each one of us. But the days gone by will never return and would remain one of the hardest and longest lesson learnt in our lives.

 

So herez me ending the post again on a hopeful note though being surrounded by deep shit. One at this stage can have either of the attitudes. To stay positive and hopeful that things would change for the better and work for it or rather call it quits and save the rest of the years from going up in ashes and get back to chasing the dreams or whatever we had been longing for all the while.

 

Success they say is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far ;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.

 

I QUIT.....

 

For I shall get back to my ways after long days of hibernation. And Success is defined only as

 

To laugh often and love much;

To win the respect of intelligent persons

and the affection of children;

To earn the approval of honest critics

and endure the betrayal of false friends ;

 

To appreciate beauty;

To find the best in others;

To give off one's self without the

slightest thought of return;

 

To have accomplished a task, whether

by a healthy child, a rescued soul, a

garden patch, or a redeemed social condition;

To have played and laughed with

Enthusiasm and sung with exaltation;

 

To know that even one life has breathed

easier because you have lived;

This is to have succeeded.

 

Have a great day guyz....... And thanks for the read...

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Home Alone - Lost in Solitude - Adieu to Murali...

Lying alone on my makeshift mattress like a 'Lonely Cat' i was wondering how long am i going to see the ceiling... must've been an hour atleast. And my eyes are full of tears.. (yeah... I cried after many long days....) the chill that i can feel as i see the fan that as it kept rotating incessantly kinda deported me to those good old days... The days gone by like a flash..

Must've been more than 4 and half years now... They say life flies like an arrow.. It went indeed very swiftly. we never had time to look back and i never knew we like each other so much that we would definitely feel for ourselves...

I was crying like the way i used to (with the same gasps for breath) when my grandpa used to leave me whenever he comes for the annual leave or during those few occasions. The long days we would spend time together. Roaming the street bazaars, introspecting and reflecting on each others thoughts, the advices he used to give, the foolishly ruthless stare he used to cast upon me to show his reprobation on my fallacious deeds, and how I’d neutralize him by striking the flesh under his ear and watch it dance back and forth and at times climb on his back to rock his bald head... The nights i used to sleep embracing him feeling his heart beat on the wet towel he daily used to sleep with on the floor. 

I kinda remember all that now... The kind of eerie feeling that I get when he leaves me alone (though with my parents)... No one would be so important to me... I had not talked sense to anyone at times even for a week or more until his letters come. There are days he left without uttering a word to me when I’m out to school, ground or asleep fearing I’d make a scene and equally tough for him to leave with a heavy heart. Such is the bonding we shared.

I got all of that back after so many years now... I did not even felt this way when I left to Chennai for work from my home. I decidedly wanted to stay alone with friends than the host of relatives who are even nearby to my workplace and ofcourse did welcome me (though some hesitantly and some for the sake of....) I always wanted to make new friends. My dad though was so hesitant later approved when he saw me i got a few of them who joined along with me.

It was outright fun from start. We had no restrictions, no boundaries, no one to complain, no one to grumble, scolder, reprimand or even to appreciate and feel good for. We were four of us. Vijay, Sundar, Murali and myself. The first one left a bit early (after 2yrs) the next a bit less than a year ago and the third one today. 

This post is mainly dedicated to the one that stood with me till the last. To tell him how I actually felt though I may not actually say it. This is what I felt from inside though i never voiced out my emotions. I did not wanted him to leave with heavy heart like me and mainly because afterall how long would he be able to stay with me. Perhaps this is why they insist one should get married. It makes a bit sense now that when you are alone you need someone atleast to talk to. Parents cannot last that long in your journey of life. But let me reiterate that I can live with this for after all I’ve been living lonely for years without my dearly one...

I just wanted to document our journey together in life. The few years we spent together had really taught me what friendship really is and what it really isn't

Murali and I had shared so much for so long that we even know what to eat and where... We talk so much about so many things... Him a movie maniac who turned out to be a scientist. And me a self-proclaimed maniac turned moron so retarded that i can only keep saying everything suffixing back then during the days of.....

I mean we both are so different personalities with different character, ambitions, mindset and everything barring a few. He an avid listener of music across all genres the only one who withstood my tortures in the name of classical music. Inquisitive, humble, simplistic and self-opined though he asks a host of questions about each and everything, i guess he has this power of remembrance that he could even recognize the patterns in persons, the day everything had happened and if it was cloudy on that day.

We have argued so much about so many things all these days... I never felt i'd rather be this emotional when he leave.. 

Its actually a misery that me being the last one left to lurch on this godforsaken doom that frustrates me. I look around.. the TV which we all bought together(Though i oddly watched it except for those IPL matches my pals enjoyed it the most which is why they vetoed me when was fighting lonely amongst the maniacs letting out a feeble cry to buy something useful). The room we spent our night talking along incessantly for hours at times even till 2am (Certainly guys we are not gays). The shelf that is empty which used to be so tidy below mine which would be so awkward and full of rubbish. The PC that we so avidly used to watch movies search about anything vagabonding from one to other as mind goes by. 

I guess we had spent so much time together in a few years than my home. Never been so attached to being in a surrounding for so long. But i now kind of feel like it has all gone away in a flash. I never realized that this is coming. Not even all these days he told me that he had to leave. But the moment he left from here i got that feeling (DéjàVu). The heaviness in my heart that I’m alone at the home where we spent all these unfruitful days of mine together. 

I took him home one day where my mom had complained about my reclusive behavior. He tried to negate that by saying how i actually feel. Since then my parents used to tell me that 'he aint a gud boy.. don’t stay with him'. I can now tell them he is no longer with me and that your gud boy will stay unadulterated.

It all started the day we both had signed the agreement papers with our house owners. It is quite evident that we took the initiative... Quite natural for our character. We both had signed the bond while other two stood witness to it. Since then we used to call ourselves as House Owners... Wonder if the term still means anything. I still remember him only as HO. The term we used to bully the other room-mates as the counter plans they made were pathetically flawed.

I guess I should find it now.. Search it somewhere... (We lost it the same month). It is the symbol of the friendship. I regard that as the agreement that actually bonded us together. It may seem like an odd possibility but in fact it really is.....

Well I’d better finish it here than to get emotional again... 

I never thought I’d be so childish in expecting people to be with forever. It took some time for me to come to terms since my grandpa had left I guess this should take much lesser than that. But I think its good to let some hurt come in so that you would atleast try to end the prolonged procrastination and would search for life that is so vibrant, energetic, challenging, fortunate and equally fruitful.

Life is a journey, and we are not-so-tempestuous travelers of time who met on a juncture\causeway and happened to tread along for years together. The day has come that we are at cross-roads and we had to take the bend to walk through the pathway of life, not knowing what lies ahead. Destiny is never a choice for people who pass-by. We might meet again on another bend for the world is round and even if not I wish him all the best on all the walks of his life. And would like to reiterate few words from our favorite band the rascal flatts - My Wish....

"My wish for you

Is that this life becomes all that you want it to

Your dreams stay big, your worries stay small

You never need to carry more than you can hold

And while you're out there gettin' where you're gettin' to

I hope you know somebody loves you

And wants the same things too

Yeah, this is my wish"

Wish him best of luck on his love to succeed as well... Cheers Mate....

LINKS OF TINTIN EBOOKS ...

 Tintin in Soviet Russia (1929–1930) - b/w

 Tintin in Congo (1930–1931) -b/w

 Tintin in America (1931–1932)

 Cigars of the Pharaoh (1932–1934)

 The Blue lotus (1934–1935)

 The Broken Ear (1935–1937)

 The Black Island (1937–1938)

 King Ottokars Sceptre (1938–1939)

 The Crab with the Golden Claws (1940–1941)

 The Shooting Star (1941–1942)

 The Secret of the Unicorn (1942–1943)

 RedRackhams Treasure (1943–1944)

 The Seven Crystal Balls (1943–1948)

 Prisoners of the Sun (1946–1949)

 Land of Black Gold (1948–1950)

 Destination Moon (1950–1953)

 Explorers on the Moon (1950–1954)

 The Calculus Affairs (1954–1956)

 The Red Sea Sharks (1958)

 Tintin In Tibet (1960)

 The Castafiore Emerald (1963)

 Flight 714 (1968)

 Tintin and the Picaros (1976)

 Tintin and the Alphart (1986)

Bucket Sandhi

Sorry for the caste specific post. This is something i just wanted to tell ya all.... Im sure no one would feel offended with this. If you find it boring, pl. ignore...

Hey guyz.. 

I know i ain't supposed to b here preaching malice... But just being curious to know if there are others doing bucket sandhi as well...

While I very much wanted to do the Sandhi everyday, the inability of mine added with unavailability of time had forced me to frustration as i found it hard to cope with my otherwise pandemonistic and lazy lifestyle.

Which is when the inventor in me thought about finding a new alternative... 

With credit to my TRIZ skill i found it very convenient to alter the traditional method of doing it in the banks of the river. (there used to be river running around every city, coroporation, village and harmitages those days) which is why brahmins those days were doing it while taking bath.

I was like why not we do it while bathing too... That is when it all started 'The Bucket Sandhi'.... I've been doing it for years now.. I donno if it really violates any of the sacred verses that we insipidly recite day and again. To which i think I do not hold any curses for culpable damage to...

On the other hand i do it seriously without hesistance of any kind twice a day (madhyaniham - never tried that..). I've been doing it for almost 5 yrs now...

Well to those perfectionists pl ignore me as yet another anomalies.... To those fellow Bucket Sandhi performers... Cheerz guyz.....

It's an empty vessel

A story i got from one of those forwards...

 

It’s an empty vessel

A young farmer was covered with sweat as he paddled his boat up the river. He was going upstream to deliver his produce to the village and he was in a hurry. It was a hot day and he wanted to make his delivery and get home before dark. As he looked ahead, he spotted another vessel, heading rapidly downstream towards his boat. It was coming at a good pace too. This farmer rowed furiously to get out of the way, but it did not seem to help.

He yelled at the other vessel, “Change direction, you idiot! You are going to hit me. The river is wide. Change your course". His screaming was of no use. The other vessel hit his boat with a big loud thud. He was enraged as he stood up and cried out to the other vessel. “Stupid! How could you manage to hit my boat in the middle of this wide river? What is wrong with you? "

And as he looked at the other vessel he realized that there was no one in the other boat. He was screaming at an empty vessel that had broken free of its moorings and was going downstream with the current.

The lesson is very simple.

There is never anyone in the other boat.

When we are angry we are screaming at an empty vessel.

All of us know people who drive us crazy, whom we hate to the core with passion. We may have spent countless hours reliving the moments when this person was unfair, unappreciative or inconsiderate to us. Even remembering this person pumps up our blood pressure.

The best way of dealing with people like this is to not let them make us angry. Getting angry doesn’t help in improving the situation and life is too short to waste on feeling bad or staying with grudges.

Next time when there is a surge of anger in you, just remember this.

There is never anyone in the other boat. It’s an empty vessel always

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Is Baar Nahin - Not Anymore

Below is a wonderful poem written by Prasoon Joshi on account of the 26\11 attacks. After an year these words still resound through every walls and every streets of the mumbaikars....

No... No... Lets just dont divide ourselves for the thakrey's barbarious desciples and takers of his rubbish philosophies wont bear a word as if the term mumbaikar is theirs alone...

Whatever... Here it goes... I'll also get u the transilated text for you guyz.. I guess i've found it in some blog if so shall post the link in the comments.. do watch out....

Is Baar Nahin - Not Anymore

Is baar jab woh choti si bachchi mere

paas apni kharonch le kar aayegi

Main use phoo phoo kar nahin behlaoonga

Panpaney doonga uski tees ko

Is baar nahin

Is baar jab main chehron par dard likha dekhoonga

Nahin gaoonga geet peeda bhula dene wale

Dard ko risney doonga' utarney doonga andar gehrey

Is baar nahin

Is baar main na marham lagaoonga

Na hi uthaoonga ruee ke phohey

Aur na hi kahoonga ki tum aankhein band karlo,

gardan udhar kar lo main dawa lagata hoon

Dikhney doonga sabko, hum sabko khuley nangey ghaav

Is baar nahin

Is baar jab uljhaney dekhoonga, chatpatahat dekhoonga

Nahin daudoonga uljhee dor lapetney

Uljhaney doonga jab tak ulajh sake

Is baar nahin

Is baar karm ka hawala de kar nahin uthaoonga auzaar

Nahin karoonga phir se ek nayee shuruaat

Nahin banaoonga misaal ek karmyogi ki

Nahin aaney doonga zindagi ko aasani se patri par

Utarney doonga usey keechad main,

tedhey medhey raston pe

Nahin sookhney doonga deewaron par laga khoon

Halka nahin padneydoonga uska rang

Is baar nahin banney doonga usey itna laachaar

ki paan ki peek aur khoon ka fark hi khatm ho jaye

Is baar nahin

Is baar ghawon ko dekhna hai

Gaur se thoda lambe wakt tak

Kuch faisley

Aur uskey baad hausley

kahin toh shuruat karni hee hogi

Is baar yahi tay kiya hai...

[PRASOON JOSHI]

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Distrust - Broken Hearts...

Sometimes people close to your heart are so unreasonable that you tend to doubt the basic trust which you have on them, for so many many years...

Whose fault is it ?

What do we do ??

Just brush aside and console yourself that the world is becoming one hard place to live ???

Don't trust anyone ????

The only person to trust is yourself ?????

What is the point in living, when we aren't going to trust anyone ??????

 

I don't have an answer yet.... Hopefully life will teach me soon!!!

Trust is hard earned.

Trust earned can be lost in a moment by a small mistake.

Trust lost is hard to rebuild.

Don't make false promises !!

Keep up your words!!

Be reasonable!!

Be True... Atleast to yourself !!!

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Hope.... The Elixir Of Life

Just wrote this today morning. I guess it sounds a bit hopeful.

Hope - The Elixir of Life....

Just one of the days Im feeling low
Not knowing what else i do not know
Seems im straying away as i had lost track of my life
Besieged by ire, haplessness, sloth, dissent and strife

When evey hope I carried seems to fade away,
The roads i've tread seems so far away
While everything thatz me is totally retarded
And all your distant dreams have fatally departed

I kept staring at the dark and infinite sky
Asking the glimmering stars as to why ?
Why was I not the chosen one ??
Why should I die as yet another one ???

Why isn't truth always the triumphant one ?
Why is this life so mean and nasty than fun ??
Is it so that the happiness is a perception of life
I guess its a deception thatz so shoddy & naive

Yet therez something in me that cries so foul,
And says dreams cannot die, be doomed to furl.
They transform and haunt you for all your days
Till you come to terms with your ways but never frays.

For they are the elixir of every lives in the world
full of hopes like those stories as a kid you were told.
The Beauty of life that I can now see
For i guess i've got new wings up to flee

Dreams so many that have sprung like a tree
The fight is on for I must to be free
I shall not give up for i stand reformed
From dreams to reality Now i hope to be transformed

Remember Hope is what that springs into life
and makes it a journey so exciting to ride
Worry not for you have miles to go before you sleep
For there is no time to whine and weep.

N on Track !!!!

Phew !!! What an eventful week it was...

I literally had no time to look behind.. have been sleeping hardly enough (4hrs a day). I have never felt so far in my life that 24 hrs. a day isn't enough at all... Not even during the examination days. Guess if one had to work like this he'll die of chronic failures of all of his senses one after another. However the days were interesting as well with loads of activities, lots of planning and lots more of work.

Guess the coming week would be much more eventful as well if not the same as we get closer to the deadline but the thing is that its not us but the target that is closing-in on us. Whatever it is, this week will answer us all that are we really the ones who could do things.

Just to give you all a glimpse of what is it that we are upto, i'd borrow our top man's description of what we really are upto.

"You ppl are in a 20-20 cricket match in which you'll have to strike 22+12 runs in the last over. But its just that the match has already been over a month ago and you ppl are still swaying your bats saying that you'll accomplish things, come what may...."

Well it just gives you guyz a glimpse of sheer enormity of the task-at hand, we've been asked to give it a try even if it means that the match has already over. Afterall the match has to be played for someone to win !!! And the last over still had to be bowled if it has to be over !!!...

I guess that is where we stand now... After a week of having been assigned within to accomplish come what may, though we all have the apprehensions that how could this be done after all ?? we've decided to steer through to see if we could make a difference... A difference to the world out there, to ourselves and for no one else.... For i believe life is not about standing safe and watching things but is all about getting hurt a million times and then at the end you'd only say Wow... What a ride !!!

But what would obviously hurt at the end is that all these will eventually be credited to those select few who have been groomed to be like whatever they are. 

That apart i guess we are gaining some momentum. Seriously... I guess we are keeping up the run-rate. If only we could manage the same and could step up a few time at the later days of the week, i guess we'd have done justice to ourselves and to the organization. I was very much thrilled and excited at the excitement this has given us whether the other are enjoying or not. 

Something in me tells me strongly that we have finally arrived... and i hope i could still motivate all my fellow warriors to stay put and fight bravely to win it for ourselves...

I can see the gush of optimism that is now flowing within ourselves. If only we do things like these we'd realize our true ability. May our will's win this for us.

Welcome to every day of my life.....

The End Game Begins !!!

Looks like im upto a wild goose chase these days, while i've been crying about the vile deeds of ppl all these days without realizing the fact that im doing nothing to do to be change the change i wish to see. Now it all has come to a standstill as i've been roped in literally from nowhere to accept the challenge and im very much excited except for the fact that the task that has been given is comparable to nothing less than to move a mountain with the teaspoon.

I had to agree for the fact that i could've intervened to conspire to move it a stone a day months before. While i could afford to comfortably blame the top echlons and their buddies buttressing them, i'd also like to think this as my failiure to change things, while the reason could've been many i still had been watching this all the while drifting away. I realize i must've been very selfish all the while. Neglecting as if these aren't my job and even if had to intervene i was constantly demotivated with all the words that they had used to describe my performance last year. But I shouldn't have let this happen though this was not at all in my purview.

Had a hour long brawl with the VGP man after having written him a looong mail accusing him of whatever i felt he did. But had felt very much remorseful later as i thought i was barking up the wrong tree and i was a overacting a bit harsh aloft emotially. Also that there is very little he could do to change himself and that i had been quite and let things happen this way all these years and that this has come to this stage.

Coming back to the challenge, we've been consistently failing as a team and i dont want to blame anyone for that. When we fail collectively as a team we should take the blame all by ourselves though its only few of us who have been tagged with  responsibilities and we've lost track of the target looong ago. But now this had come back so strong to haunt us.

While we were almost certain that we'll slip from our committment for another time, our VGP man has been asked to lie low and reigns have been shifted (or rather withdrawn) by the top man and he want to steer the ship as we were still searching for the target. Just when the target seems nowhere at sign, we've been asked to steer in full throttle with a new navigator and all of us have been assigned with new (rather) roles and we had to hit the ground in less than 10days. Which although seems impossible, i though why not ??

While the Top man only tries to conjure\ season us for the uphill task with all his superfluous elating words i was thinking why shouldn't i buy these... Why shouldn't i take some motivation from his words for afterall this is what we've been lacking all the while, and especiall when the organization need you to fire and its that only you could help why should you be shying away. I've decided to grab the challenge with both my hands. Hope this entails in rebuilding the lost me.

I hope that i'll motivate others more than i've been motivated. Hoping things would fall in place somehow though all that we've  planned have been falling apart. I wish to put up a brave fight without wanting to loose the war. I'd like to fight with all my spirits and the few men we have to battle it out the hard way. Lets hope to win !!! though i guess the end game has already begun...

Shall update all you guyz before the end of the month which is when the climax is most likely to occur. Sorry for musing on my work part again.... its been the most happening part of my life these days. Will come back soon.

Betrayal - Yet again...

I guess i've been prudent enough all these years not to divulge too much into what i do for a living (work life). But whenever i think of posting something these days the first thing that comes over my is that. I feel so compelling to let my readers (if there is someone out there who really reads my musings) know of what am I going through. The prime reason for which is that it is 'THE' most Happening part in my life these days. I guess there's nothing more worth a word happening otherwise as the thought of which engulf's me to ruin all my day.

 

It pretty hard when you wake-up everyday in the morning and the first thing that comes to your mind is this and it takes a while to realize that you just aren't living a bad dream but a grave reality.. It pains for the entire day only to start all-over again the other. It never seem to recede.  Not even in miniscule proportions and branches out in every fragments of your life.

 

I know i might sound all the more same in my last few posts. But still this is what Im going through. A passing cloud may be or a permanent storm as the case  may well be. There is not an ioata of doubt in me that i'll see through these rough patches (treacherous) but the fact is that i ain't enjoying it no more like i usually do. Probably because of the sheer magnitude of treason and betrayal that it radiates. It hurts and it hurts where it'll pain the most and that makes it
much harder to digest.

 

well enough rambling around i think its better I get straight to the point for I think you guys deserve more to know the reason, the cause of all these anomalies (or common for me to some degree) mainly because i value you all for enduring so much to read all the crap and darn musing i've spitted out every while. I guess you guys mean much to me... More than my boss (umpteen number of times)

 

It all started with the annual appraisal scheme thate we have like any other corporate. I was rated as one of the lowest performer this year (neither i was recognized as the otherwise till now. But that the thing of the past) Though i guess most of the ppl agree that i had indeed done a commendable job if not  a spectacular (atleast to me) i indeed had a preconcieved notion in my mind that i'd be beaten this year around too but what came as a shocker is this. How can you be so damned for whatever gook work you do amid all the demotivating ambience. I still  gasped hard to surf through the wild storm but never realized that its only getting bigger day after another.....

 

God knows where this trail lead me to....

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~~~ My métier no more ~~~

The quick 3 minute ride in the elevator to the basement from the 94th storey paled in comparison to the arduous climb floor by floor – stair by stair he made to reach the place he called home for the past four years or possibly more than he could remember. He had a whole new world waiting for him, new horizons to explore, new trails to leave behind, lots of apprehensions and a whole lot of excitement, but he wasn’t on the 94th floor no more and it felt unfamilar.

I feel like that guy now as I try to stay afloat in a deluge of nostalgia I am besieged by. It was a passionate journey with fervent enthusiasm paving the way to where I felt I had found my true métier. The association may have been sudden but I asseverate I sure woolgathered long and hard about it . Each time I debated as a student upholding its monopolistic ways, each time I glanced at its founder’s signature on a xanthous piece of paper carefully tucked away in my wallet, each time I powered on my window to the world, I wanted to see myself inside it with a seething desire to be a spoke in the wheel that drove the entire industry. I can still smell the stench of accomplishment emanating from every pore of my skin when I knew I was finally there, to stay, the very first time, raring to take on my fraternity and come out a proud man.

The charm and the zest, however, dwindled with time as the ennui of work began to set in but it sure was an eventful ride, One that showed me the prejudiced and mediocre minds full of vanity and pretence and the one that left me with bragging rights of having influenced, even if in miniscule proportions, a huge portion of humanity.

I dont particularly like the eeriness of the defeat. The muteness and the humility that comes with it. I had always wanted to associate myself with the ruthlessness of victory and haughtiness of it. And still remaining humble is what is iam to me. But things aren’t the same since i embarked on my endeavour for a wild goose chase.

I feel like Iam off the wagon now and for the good, (though i still scuff along down to peril) pursuing something else which over time has become the fancy of my imagination but as I look back I feel strange realizing that I am yet to find my true métier after all.

PS: I seriously wanted to post something cheerful from the brighter days of my life back then. But can’t help with as the situations are getting worser ever day for me. Do stick with me pals for i need you all the most now which gives the strength to fight and lead the rebellion. I shall see the light of the day someday or other.