GIft YourSelf A Road Mishap

Here is the ALGORITHM for getting yourself a perfect GIFT.

1) Pick out a beautiful Day for a ride. When the weather is perfect with a little rain before

2) It helps if you pick out a day after the night when you had a fight with your affable ones. (You can blame them or get enlightened of your mistake)

3) Pick out the day which is officially a holiday

4) In spite of the day being a holiday choose your destination as your office.

5) Enjoy the ride towards your office and try to filter away your negativity.

6) That's it, let the COSMOS do the rest.

:)

Not possible

Here is what will Happen

7) For a change you will enjoy the weather.

8) For a change you shall cruise

9) For a change you shall not find any traffic

10) Then you will have to halt for some bugger in front of you finds the need to do so.

11) Rest leave it to the people on your behind to not find the need to do the same

12) Now enjoy the beautiful feeling of kissing the tar.

13) Enjoy even more the feeling of nakedness of being in a tee and jeans realising the one who desired to ride over you is well dressed with jacket and gloves .

14) Enjoy the fact the day is cooler than the rest, hence intensity is more than usual.

SO ENJOY and GIFT Yourself Something Different today

#40 SAGA Continues

Finally I decided today the time has come to start to office..
Using the mode with which I have some joyous memory..
The faithful servant, friend and partner...
To only realize that it has been defiled...
Another day for me to realize that somebody has sucked away the life giving fluid..
And didn't even had the decency to leave it in a state that it can be repaired..
With the petrol pipe cut into a half..
I started my journey to restore it in a workable state...
Being frustrated to my core...
Probably consoling myself with thoughts of Scott Adams that to even out the good happening to millions...
Somebody got to suffer.. What if it has to be me every time..

During time like these only, one realizes the 0.01 degree of slope..
The simple maths which the architects of road got it wrong..
A little effort and the serenity of 0 degrees could have been maintained..
What difference it brings if it is the downward slope..

Pushing around my beast with eyes all around laughing at me for my state..
Cant Complain.. For a man rides a donkey the other way around is never the same..

Information flowing in that the magician who heals is just a 200 mtrs ahead...
Only to realize with every 200 mtr that it is actually 200 mtr from here...
So the 200 mtr converted to 2 km...

I finally reached the magician to whom I had been before ...
Only to see him smirking n telling me...
See I told you before to make yourself secure...
Prevention is always better than cure..
I said...just get it working for I am deaf...
I have never listened to anyone whose advise will or may work...
I prefer the hard way...
For somehow I have an affinity towards my doom which cannot be changed...

When I finally got on to my shiny red vehicle...
I thought things should finally look bright...
Only to realize after avoiding 3 accidents with a bicycle a bike and car...
I am a person who gets overwhelmed by thoughts..
A stream of past starts flashing before my eye...
And the future words which will construct a story starts forming in my head...

Now finally in office those words have come together to form incoherent sentences...
After sweating it out in Bangalore weather (Yes Bangalore weather)..
I realize and I tell you...
For tomorrow I may or may not exist..
But the saga of House #40 Koramangala will live on..

Are You Going to finish Strong: Nick Vujicic

I am speechless. Thanks to sids.

Nick Vujicic has no arms or legs but has come to terms with his lot in life and he delivers an inspirational speech to these school kids that they will probably never forget.

Video Link

Job..Work..Orgasm..Reality

One fine day just like any other day, you go to the same boring job which you have been going to everyday. Trying to pass the day just like any other. Trying to smile and be happy just because thats what you are supposed to do. Earning more than many you are supposed to be on a high. Alienated from the world, Alienated from the surroundings you are expected to perform without grievances. Thats all you try and do i.e. to be happy and push yourself to your own limit so at the end of the day you are so tired you can get a peaceful sleep. Only to be woken up from the dreamy romanticism by the harsh reality that this widely taught and preached concept are for the ones who do some physical activity along.

So you sit in from of your only friend you are left with. Nah... not even your personal laptop. That much joy is also has been taken away. Now your only friend, your MASTER, the only thread which connects you to the whole world. Guess what it is ??... Yes it is your official laptop. Nothing else. The thing without which you are a NOBODY..Yes you are a nobody. Your bread, your life, the absence of which is incomprehensible in your mind.

And you sit in front of this some square inch wide and long harmless looking but craziest monster responsible for screwing your life to the fullest. To start another day of interactivity, pondering over the same routine you go through and the difference which will not come even today. Then you start writing codes not by choice, not by love, being arrogant enough to not even do it for work but as a habit. Just by default you start pressing in keys, browsing the whole world masqueraded in bits and bytes.

You are edgy, but you continue writing and to take you away from boredom you put on your headphone to listen to same old boring play list not updated from time immemorial. So on some fine stupid day you decide well what the hell, let me listen to some heaviest of the heavy metals. The volume you keep on increasing till you can increase it no more. The songs whose lyrics are anyhow not catchable keeps on banging your head in its full force. But then something happens. Your fingers start dancing on the keyboard. The codes start flowing without any effort. The thought process becomes clean and you reach a state of trance. Oblivious to the surroundings, even oblivious the blaring sound of some of the most loud music being played directly in your eardrum. You cannot stop. You carry awn and awn and awn. The level of excitements heightens to a crescendo, the speed of writing and thinking reaches a point where it is difficult to cope. But you sustain, you deliver, and you maintain the the tempo driven by the thrill you experience.

Unaware of the surrounding; with the winner feeling of the ability of being able to do anything in the heart; you carry on. Only to be driven out of this deep slumber of heightened thinking and coding by a ping in your gtalk. The message would say that I am farthest from you but I can even make out the music. You smile back, you just say ooopsies, you reduce the volume, take off the headphone and then smile at the thing you experienced. You try and make an effort to get back the state you just experienced, only to realize that it was one real orgasm which was not faked. A zone which cannot be achieved easily. Wondering how often when young you use to be in the so called zone always, you just accept defeat from the reality that it being no longer under ones own control anymore , you carry on with your own boring day just as any other day.

Birds at BIAL

No I am not using birds figuratively or in any other sense. Nothing like that. I know hard to digest but yes I am indicating by birds exactly what the word has been coined to refer. The air borne feathery creatures with wings.

And I had an encounter with them at one of the least expected places. So much hullabaloo over nothing. So far from the city and yet it was strange to see sparrows flying about the check in area with freedom. It brought a smile giving a sense of freedom but at the same time a concern that isn't airport suppose to be free from birds.

Strange ...Yeah...Thats Bangalore International airport for us. A wild safari before we board the plane...A little experience of the flight before we take the actual flight...A cute but strange experience

Death A Great Leveler

Been a long time since I have posted anything on my blog. Its really been long and the reason I could attribute to the menopause(ic) state of my writers mind. Woman probably go through such a stage in a different context altogether but I guess men also tend to go through same state in various context. Although I have my own set of doubts regarding the admittance of such a stage in a man's life by any man but here I am an infamous and an invisible novice writer admitting to it without any shame.

Fortunately or rather unfortunately I tend to agree more on stuff the existence of which a man would tend to vehemently deny.

Well its not because of without any reason. The overall feeling of repulsiveness is driven from the futility of seeking the unanswerable which is the purpose of my life. Coupled with the demise of my ailing grandfather the state of detachment from the world was complete.

Sets of emotion which got introduced to me were new/ old and more of contemplative in nature. One of those feeling which still echoes in my mind is how great a leveler death is. Indeed it is. No matter who you are, where you are, howsoever strong, howsoever weak, rich or poor, hindu or muslim, christian or sikh, fanatic or moderate, terrorist or law abiding, upper caste or dalit, man or a woman, everyone dies. No one lives forever and ironically we tend to forget the greatest truth of all against which everything stands out a lie. In spite of that we often tend not to make most of the short span provided to us on this world but engage and worry ourself to our own demise.

My grand fathers passing away was although expected but was still a shock to me. It happens when someone who has been a guide (a rarity in my case) and is no more there to guide and believe in me especially during turbulent times. It leaves me naked exposed to the world which more or less is proving herself to be poetically harsh. Leaving me exasperated I stand out now on my own hoping to do the right thing eventually.

Strange emotions I am encountering even while writing this post. A strange sense of serenity and somberness has clouded me. Is it because out of that I haven't been able to cry when he died. Is it because of a sense of deja vu' that things start going wrong for me in December and worse is going to come in January. Or is it just because of the feeling of being an insignificant part of machinery called world. I don't know what and why but I do want to utilize my little time in this world loving and cherishing her blessings, spreading out the joy in my own flawed way. Only if I knew HOW?????

Randy Paush

Haven't I written enough already about this guy. I guess not and I will never be able to. Seems that a book has come up and this blog talks about much more, and more beautifully. Look out for the post "The Last Lecture"

So go through the links and may be you will develop more of a liking for this guy than I ever had.

Men == Dogs

Yeah, probably via this post I am talking about the taboo topic which everyone knows but no one want to talk about so openly, so frankly.

I know the very title itself would bring a grin or a smirk to a woman reader (if any) and a sense of complete surrender and dejection to all the men out there in world. We will just give our shoulder a little shrug and move on realizing the futility of of resisting the truth of these words.

And for the brave few who still think they are not, then if I am unable to convince them then I can have just this prayer in store for them "May God save them". If not a street dog, then domesticated, if not that some other form of that species but essential we are dogs no matter how much we try and deny it.

There is a stark similarity between dogs and us. Really ....The more we age, the more we become an adult the more dog'ish we become.

Really mah friend...Really...

We are scabby, always willing to scratch every nook and cranny of our body at any time. For those who disagree then my friends I would say the kind of dog group you belong is called "domesticated".

We have a tail in the form of ego. No matter how much anyone tries it cannot be straightened up. It is meant to be that way. Its natural and irreversible. Sometimes the extreme form of external forces does have an effect, then we get doberman'ed. Well to some they are lucky and to others unlucky but who am I to judge.

We are wayward, direction less and have no idea of where we are heading...Yeah really haven't you seen street dogs wandering aimlessly all around...

We have s** always on the mind. Shamelessly willing to "do it" anytime and anywhere like one often see the dogs doing it on the streets. For those who think otherwise, I have have these few lines from Shehzad Roy's song Laga Reh. "Nek woh hai jissko mauka nahin mila"

We always wag our tail in joy(;)). Give us any descent girl and not only we will wag our tails, you can also get the glimpse of ever growing horns

We drool, really and literally at the opposite sex. Thats why the most common reaction to all our harmless remarks on road is "DOGS"

We are wild, yelping and barking around all the while till the time we get domesticated. Yeah really. Yeah you got it right. The moment the opposite sex by some unholy, unchangeable reason gets entangled with us we get domesticated. And she becomes the mistress. Pushed and pulled around at the mistress whims we do what a dog should do, totally behave like one. And for some unknown reason this is the time when your peers acknowledge you as a dog and start calling you a dog. Looking down , I don't know how some miss the point, some day they are also going to be one.

So what do you think now...I have accepted the fact. The sooner the better... Yeah my friends the sooner the better...We may cheat ourself by convincing otherwise but the fact would not change.

So in the end I would only say "WOOF WOOF WOOF !!!"

They are Getting what they Deserve : Part 1

I generally as a person is not so interested in debates surrounding politics or religion. I generally refrain from commenting on them cause I think forming an opinion puts a person in either side of a river having no bridge. In fact for the way I am I tend to believe that human understanding, skills and ideology are far more superior and no river is dangerous enough to restrict us in making those bridges.

Wondering then why am I going on rambling about such a topic cause some comment I heard somewhere compounded by what is happening in my country today made me think and has compelled me to write, . No I am not going to comment on the happenings all around but rather this post will keep the random rambling writing style of mine except that it would be on a sensitive topic.

It so happened that a bunch of people were discussing about Eid which was recently getting celebrated. Suddenly out of the blue a comment encompassing the thought process like "They are getting what they Deserve" came into the table. And we all know what it means. For being so educated (or shall I say literate) we are, the comment was eventually passed on as a joke. But the fact it was said and the second fact it was passed on as a joke, for the fact that because we feel guilty and take pride in such comments at the same time, the fact that no one opposed, the fact that it was an uneasy topic, and the fact all these were said or not said has been making me feel uneasy, thus the requirement of a release in my post.

Such a thing even if said in the form of joke is bound to create some doubts in the minds of people who have been, or whose known have been at the receiving end of monstrous form of such stupid statements. How intolerant have we become? I have been thinking about that statement and the followed reaction and these are the set of random thoughts swirling in my mind for a while.

I am no expert to claim that what I say is right, but the random thought process is very clear and opinionated. Don't worry these are not radical thought cause these are the very element I oppose.

Such a loose statement when made as a matter of fact from an ordinary human being and not from a radical person makes it even more scary. A radical person making these leaves no doubt to his/her listener that they should not be expecting otherwise. But an ordinary man/woman making such statements emanates the level of acceptance in the society as of today. I would go to an extent of saying that such thoughts very well makes us a part of the system which enables certain people to carry out heinous crimes on our behalf. Rather I would say its an act of washing hands and declaring ourself guilt free as we are not the direct perpetrators. But I think that we are as much guilty for letting things pass away so that we may have a enjoyable moment today. Many people may be saying such things as a direct consequence of having a loose tongue, but its scary imagining that many may not be as harmless. Many thought process if not shaped, not counseled will be a breeding haven for many a radical influences. What about the uneducated, illiterate, what about those many who are simple human beings believing in what they are told. I guess many of them must have gone through the same phase of initiation before being radicalized.

Was the statement right or wrong I don't contest but what I need to say is that the basic premise for making such statements is wrong. No matter what happens no statement or reason is justifiable for doing atrocities against any section of the society. Read this statement and think, more importantly feel the sting and then only we can realize how crude and satanic it sound. "So many people got killed cause they were ......." "So many woman got raped cause they belonged to..."....

All their fault is to belong to a different section, different sect, different religion. Isn't it...

Blaah ....who gave us the right to kill and justify ??? Pains my heart to hear such statements everyday.

What scares me what if as a society we may have started to accept a certain behavior of intolerance. As long as it does not effect me who cares. Isn't it ?? But Why?? To me its scary ?? Isnt it for You??

There several question in my mind, several thought process but I guess I need more time to shape it properly in the form of writing, so I guess there would be two more post on this topic

Randy Pausch

Haven't heard of this guy. I tell you in this world us being constantly browsing through the net, if we have somehow managed to miss this guy then we need to change our browsing style.

What a man...What a man this guy is. He is so much inspiring and praiseworthy that I fear that if I start telling about him I may not be able to say a trifle of things than what he deserves.

He was a professor, an academician and a person suffering from terminal pancreatic cancer. He died on July 25th 2008.

No don't feel sorry for him. He was a man who influenced so many lives before he died. He is different, something of a crusader in this world of plastic emotions, just a common man who knew how to approach his inevitable end. A man whose words are so simple but so real that it will render a shudder down your spines. His last lecture series is the lecture he gave before his death. If you haven't seen it then you are missing a kind of purifier, stainer of your life.

I cant say much but some journeys are meant to be taken to be able to understand how did the person who had already undertaken it feels. So i leave you with some links which will be help you in understanding why am I praising this guy so much (Of which I feel I haven't done enough).

You Tube Link. An hour long lecture and please don't give me this crap that I don't have time cause I know and you also know you have plenty and how much time you could waste otherwise.

An Article on Him

His Blog

Dash

Sometimes something is always there. One may never realize its presence but because of one's ignorance it does not mean it does not exist.

Todays discovery of mine was about a simple, harmless and friendly dash. Yes dash (-) is what I am talking about. Never thought this particular dash has a whole set of lineage and variety. Dash with a certain length means something, some other length dash denotes something else altogether. Hyphen, figure dash, em dash, en dash, horizontal bar, swung dash. Confused what am I talking about. My friends these all are form of dash

Was going through this post which is a degree above my discovery. My discovery is even more basic. Thanks to sids I have been enlightened.

Old Skool, Pre Historic Skool or No Skool

Money, Recognition, Promotion a part and parcel of professional life. Whoooaaahhh I know I have made half of the readers nervous and half of you excited with anticipation. To the former I say well a taboo topic should get you edgy whereas to the later I apologize cause this post is going to be as boring as any other post of mine.

There was a discussion I had with one of my friends recently. The discussion was more so on the line over the seduction of higher pay package and disgruntlement an employee towards his/her employer. More so on the line when an employee is working his/her ass off to do various things in his/her work and the package does not correspond to current industry standards. Shouldn't him/her think about switching. Shouldn't he/her be disappointed with people putting lesser working time and getting equal or better packages. What is right thought process. What is the wrong thought process then. Is he/she wrong in thinking that he/she is worth more the value. More so is he/she wrong in thinking that his/her employer is being unfair in renumeration and recognition and question his/her treatment.

But as the way I am I had to have some crazy thought up my sleeves.There was a story which I had in mind and I reproduced in that discussion. The story goes like this."There was owner of a vineyard who needed people to work on his fields. He hired a few people in his vineyard on X amount of money daily. So there were workers in his vineyard toiling hard since morning in his fields. Some other needy workers also came to him to requested him for some kind of job. He being kind hearted also gave these new workers work and they started to work only after the afternoon. When the sun went down and time of payment came. He gave all his workers the same amount of money irrespective of the time they joined. This action of his resulted in resentment among the workers who worked very very hard for the whole day and got the same pay as the one who had worked only for a few and questioned their masters wisdom. To this the master replied that "Why do they question his wisdom. Haven't they been given what had been decided upon. If the goodness inside of me allows me to give from my own wealth the same to the ones who worked less then why should anyone grumble. What is yours will be yours but if I being the owner decide to give anything to other should not be a matter of jealousy for you. Its I who give""

Hmmmmmm...gulp gulp....I know a hard story to relate to....Or even digest...But within the small professional life, I have realized that its futile comparing and seeking what others are getting...How many times we may have done great job in our work but not received the same amount of recognition...How many times we may start believing that our work is niched and creative and thus deserves more credit...How many times we may think that working earnestly is not worth it at all...
To all these doubts I have only a thing to say. Is it not true that whatever position we are in we should do it to the best of our abilities irrespective of the working style of people around, irrespective of praising methodology of ones employer. Shouldn't doing the work in the BEST possible way be our aim always, irrespective of number of hours we may have to toil. I think not that grudgingly working is the right way, but earnestness is of utmost importance, its another thing that tomorrow we may go to some other place for the right reason but not grudgingly but willingly and happily that the time spend was worth it, after all. HAHAHAH as the title suggest this thought process does not belong to any school :)

Purpose of LIfe. Is it this ?

On and off I attend Youth get together in the church I go to. One interesting thing was said by Moses (the person who generally leads the fellowship)

I do not remember whether he was quoting somebody.

But here is what was said.

The purpose of life is to study hard, finish schooling, finish college, get into good job, get married, have children and then cycle remains same for the children, children's children and so on.

Is it true, I will and always wonder

Broody and Sulky: Part 2

So here I am again. Not in the office today. At home was thinking of going early then better sense prevailed and will now reach office at my usual time (which is quite late by any standards). Still broody, still sulky, still cynical, and still contemplating.

Back in Bangalore after a trip home. The trip which has silenced me. Really and literally silenced. Anyhow I was not much of a talker but now it seems that it is one art which I have forgotten. I don't know what to say and speak. The smile along with any conversation is essentially fake and even when I do that its just to fit in. WHY?

The time off was a time for me contemplate, think about how to move forward, get over a failed relationship. The time home did gave plenty of space to brood over various matters. Unfortunately in my quest to seek answers I am left with even more questions.

Relationship, hmmm, what the heck, it was nice, it was cool, it was amazing, I am just thankful for having any. It does not matter to me any more. But I am always game for another one ;) howsoever superficial it maybe. In fact the more the superficial, the better it will be

What disturbs me today is the absence of any particular aim. I think and reflect and ask myself but I find no answer. There is a reason why the school days and college days are reminisced upon as best days in anyones life. Even without realizing we all work toward some aim. We always move forward in those days. After that the stagnation erodes the joy away from life like a termite. I now understand why some choose the drug route of escapism.

You know what, in some post of mine I would list out what I like to do. Right now as one my known observed I am like a aimless wanderer with a question "Why am I living" written on the face. I am not sad. Not at all think that. All I am today is reflective, not sad.

I am a dreamer. In this modern world along with embracing the modern concepts and beliefs (sometimes thoughts way ahead of the country I am living in ;)) somewhere their remains primitive and medieval me inside of me. Believing in super heroes and larger than life warriors. But truly speaking I would rather be not like them. Instead I would rather like to be the leader leading the unsung militia facing the first shots of the enemy. Heehehe the plot from The Patriot.

Truly speaking what I need is to flicker and lighten up myself and others and then die. The emotion that encompasses my thought process is best described by what Neil Young said in one of his songs It's better to burn out than to fade away. Till now my caged soul has been limited with absence of ways and invisible paths to excel. But one day I would. The glory would be mine, even though for a moment, it will be mine dear Sir, yes it will be mine. My Precioussssssss

Broody and Sulky : Part 1

Long time no see !! A typical greeting to a chat buddy pinging you after long time. In the absence of creativity I will use the same to greet the few very stubborn readers of my blog. Those readers who have endured with my highly unskillful writing skills and even more pathetic incoherent thought process. I have an added cliche greeting for you i.e. Hats off to you my friends. Well inspite of all my shortcomings I do tend to update my blog, so the reason for not doing so was that I went home. Yeah home after 1.6 years. Before you even think that may be my parents live in some other country then let me correct you they live here. In the same country of diversity, mob mentality, tolerance, intolerance, a country of a billion which has finally got an individual gold in olympics. For the last one I got to say thank you Mr Bindra.

So here I am today in my office and ironically blogging not working. Strange is my sense of timing. I tend to work when at home in my supposed free time and do all sort of stuff during my working hours. My work timing and my non work timing has got entangled to an extent that each moment I feel I am either working and not free or I am not working and doing nothing. Nevertheless here I am today after a 9 days off from work and it happened as I did not take my laptop with me. Strangely after a trip after home which mind you I needed desperately I am tending more towards being broody, sulky and cynical. WHY?

Went home to Patna (Bihar). If you do not know where that is then Laloo Prasad Yadav. If you still don't know the place I am talking about either you are not an Indian or you have zero general knowledge. In between my old city is not the same any more. I was able to see bikes like pulsar, karizma and even R15. Yeah in Patna where we use to fear that if I take a bike today then one could only speculate and pray that it stays tomorrow. More over I saw some Vishal Mart, twin tower and many new places like that. Then the most shocking and most heartening of all was the markets and even small shops bustling with activity even as late as 11 PM. Yeah 11 PM !! Imagine that happening in Bangalore. Zillion times better than Bangalore. I wish this moral policing would stop and Bangalore could behave as a cosmopolitan should But who am I to wish , I am JASE (Just Another Software Engineer). People (hmmm) I almost got suffocated with number of people I saw on road. They were huge in number, never thought my home town has grown so rapidly. The dark side of development was that moving on roads (if I could call them that) was like moving amidst heaps of trash. This new BJP government in the state I guess would stay for giving people the sense of safety. I guess next time when (or if) they get elected they will really have to do work get elected again.

SMS's Services With A Funny Streak

There is reason why I do not have a high end phone. At least I would like to think that way. The mystery behind my odd behavior of possessing a low cost phone in spite of currently working in a company working in mobile domain got revealed to me today.

There are two basic service of phone which I use. One is the most basic of calling and receiving calls and the other is for receiving and sending messages in text format. For me these two basic service is enough. In fact more than enough. In fact it provides so much entertainment that I am scared that "I" with a high end phone with infinite amount of facilities would become a mobile-o-holic.

But why am I telling you this. No where near doing justice to the title of this post. What to do my mind is like a free bird and a careless wanderer and has started to affect my writing style.

Coming down to the point.

I work in a company which provides a search service. Search anything via web,wap or sms and if the answer is not found in already existing information with us then we find the answer from somewhere and sms it to you.

Yes of course indeed a good service.

Now I know there are two kind of skeptics who are reading this

One who is thinking that I am doing a shameless publicity of my company service. For them I would say "Hey you blind people can't you already see a search box on right top of my blog"

And the other skeptics are people whose mind has already imagining thing. Yeah you, you dirty minded dog who is thinking that well I should ask them Angelina Jolie's stats, or when does Priyanka Chopra takes bath (Bath == nudity (got the relation)). Or yeah the favorite where could I get a girl . Truly speaking if somehow you get the answer to this from the service then I would believe it is no less than a God. God...hmmm..would I be wrong If I say then it is even bigger :)

My mind wanders ...Remember !!!

So the thing which I wanted to say is that I keep pushing the system and ask pretty different questions. It achieves dual purpose. One it improves the data our system has and secondly it gives me a sick pleasure of knowing that I am better than the dumb system. At least for now.

Now if an answer is not found in the system then we deliver it to you on the phone by somehow finding it somewhere. Now these unknown answer could be big and you must be knowing that a big message generally gets split into multiple message. Here is one of the message I received for the query of "CAT forms Bangalore". The message was big and it got split into two which created a humor out of its own

The first message I received was

For Cat forms bangalore, user(dc_sat) on zook,"The CAT 2008 Bulletin containing the CAT application form and other information can be obtained at bra(1/2)

For the benefit of all those sickos who are thinking this was done deliberately. Here is the second part

nches of UTI Bank/pos off(mg road,jp nagar, jayanagar, kmngla,bellary, marathahalli,gulbarga) bt July 17 and aug 17 for rs 1100(rs 550 for sc/st)

I tell you...humor always lurks everywhere.

Grief

Dark topic to my post. Indeed it is. I cannot argue with that. I was reading an interesting booklet (WatchTower). Although I read only a few pages but still it compelled me reproduce some of it over here in my blog.

Grief can effect us in various ways, but for many the overriding feeling is of immense emotional pain. Grief can be intense. Grief can visit in various forms. Nobody is untouched by the concept of grief, so I feel I need not reproduce examples to back my statement. But the question which haunts me is that is it possible to come out of it.

Just as severe physical wounds takes time to heal, so it is with bereavement. Recovering from grief may take months, a few years or even longer. But the acute pain one may feel in the beginning will lessen in time, and life would seem less bleak and meaningless.

Grief is said to be necessary part of healing process and it helps us in learning to adapt to the new situation. It may prove itself to be a necessary emotional release. And every individual grieves differently

Talking, writing, shopping, music, in fact anything could be useful. Just the requirement is to find oneself with the best compatible source of release. Which mind you is not easy.

Somewhere it is written by a pained soul "My soul certainly feels a loathing towards my life. I will give vent to my concern about myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul".

Wow what an expression of expressing the desire for the release. I am glad that I came across this meaningful expression which makes me feel its not so bad after all to glorify ones grief in the pursuit of an ever distant peace.

Well I cannot summarize this post or give it a proper conclusion cause I don't know how. I have been disabled by my conflicting thoughts and immense thoughts of nothingness but nonetheless I unashamedly take your leave and leave it to you to make some sense out of this rambling.

SMS this to that SMS that to this

Mobile Phones. A commodity without which I am unable even to imagine how our fathers and fore-fathers use to live. I have tried imagining and failed to do so. With ever increasing user base sometimes do you have a feeling that unwanted things have started to happen more. Those unwanted phone calls with a bunch of unwanted sms's. Truly speaking some may find it annoying but I don't. Unfortunately the people who send it have a sick sense of humor. Every time they manage to send these sms's and make calls exactly during those time when I don't want it to. Still my patience hasn't given up and I am able look at the bright side i.e. they make me sometime feel important and not so alone.

Wow it seems I am really lonely and desperate!!.

God give these people all the blessings in the world. And thankfully these people don't know want kind of handset I have. Or they do not know how mobile unsavvy I am in spite of currently in a firm which works quite a bit within the mobile domain. I guess this is the only time I am thankful of my blog being not so popular otherwise they would definitely stop calling me after reading this confession of mine.

Moving on have you ever received sms's which tells you to text some thing back to a particular number and you can win something. Or text something to know your future (yeah I agree strange cocktail of modernity (mobile phones) and medieval beliefs(future,horoscope)). Or text something to check compatibility with some other person.

What do I do with these. I think I do what everyone does, I delete them. Good fingering exercise. But this is where I got it wrong. Since these kind of messages never stop and is ever increasing in their diversity. It must be making some business sense. Somebody must be replying. Not only somebody but I guess there are plenty who must be replying. A billion in population, only a few percentage makes huge number.

Why am I telling you this. Because finally I succumbed to their tireless effort. All these days I tried to be elusive but in one moment of weakness I yielded to my curiosity. Even though the results I got will not ensure my loyalty as a user but it certainly was worth every rupee of premium charges spent on the sms. To be more precise, it was hilarious.

Let me just reproduce some of the replies which I got. There was one which asked to sms my name and get to know my future or something like that. And the reply was:

You are witty and creative. You have a positive frame of mind and are very inspiring and big hearted. When your feelings are hurt you withdraw into a shell but your cheerful nature pulls you through. Be careful, lest you lapse into depression and cynicism.


Yes yes...all you who know me can laugh...As I said before it is hilarious ...where do they drive out the results from...If tomorrow I change my name to some Barak Obama will my fortune and character change. I guess it will. May be I should do that. Keep smsing till I get the best character description and change my name. All those who are getting influenced please try and tell me whether it worked or not.

Another one of the service was to sms name of you and your partner and it checks for compatibility. I had to sms two words only (probably a combo of my first name and my love interests first name). But now as dumb I am, I sms'ed 4 words, my full name and the other's full name. (Later on tried the correct way too but the results are not so funny to be disclosed...You know sometimes I am an emotional fool to be not so candid). So the result of the wrong sms was that it found compatibility with my first name 'Rohan' and my last name 'Rai'. So here goes the reply.


Rating 8.5. rohan your love for rai is rated as 8.5 out of 10. Your love is so pure and true that it is most probably used as an example amongst many of your friends. There are non selfish interest involved in any form in you for your partner. With little effort your love can change from being on the verge of to really escalating to the next level of unconditional love. You should be happy to have experienced something like this. Just set aside your worries and enjoy this blissful relationship


Didn't I have said it twice already this gonna be hilarious.

For me it seems that Rohan is truly, madly, deeply in love with Rai and loving it

After reading this I really need to find a girl named 'Rai'. Wow their goes my chance of getting paired.

What can I say in the end their are ways sick humor (he he) is always lurking in corner to give you a surprise. Be there be technology or no technology. All you have to do is to seek earnestly

Resurrecting the Champ

Champ Champion Champions. The words so commonly used in the sporting arena. So widely used in many a movies and documentaries about them. Sometimes looking from outside may become overwhelming. In the absence of extra ordinariness within, most of us can only dream or look up to these super human being. Highly glorified and decorated they become good bedtime stories. Stories of human character and valor to vouch for. Stories in which people dared to push the boundaries of human limitation. Although they might have just be doing one more thing than any other normal human being but that extra inch is what makes them different.

Another character inherent in human being is the concept of hero worship. From time immemorial there has been Gods, leaders, super human beings in reality and in fantasy. What drives our love for them? I guess it originates from the realization of limited capabilities as a human being and our desire to be perfect. A desire to be something more than what we are and a desire to have effect on the blue prints of the world. They not only form a source of inspiration but also form a source of comfort driven from our imagination. Be there a believer, an agnostic, an atheist all of them in some form or the other look up to someone or something. In the process of getting trained as an adult we may have convinced ourselves to deny this reality but the fact remains that hero worshiping has been engraved in our genes.

There are God's and demi-Gods and there are people who worship them and there are fallen angels. The irony of putting someone or something so high in the pedestal is that the day they are found short in any of our perceived aspects they are brought down to a level and made to look more human. Human being has contradictory evaluation of such super humans. We are confused. We want them to be super human but at the same we love it when they are found out to be more human. An example is why spider man is the most successful comic superhero. Its because he is constantly fighting his demons. I think in the end we prefer the reflection of the battle within us via these imaginative characters and we like it when in the end they come out all gun's blazing and end up on top. But does that happen to all. In dictionary.com one of the meaning of "angels" was A guardian spirit or guiding influence. The epitome of all admiration has a history to fall sometimes. Is it the pressure of being under constant evaluation kills the champ within them. Or is it the dousing off the fire which makes them go into oblivion. How many sports person with promise do we remember. Not many, not at least in India. The song I'm just out to find probably captures the battle within these superheroes and the notion which makes them more human and more glorifiable by us. Do we ever feel the need to dig out their present after their hay days. I don't think so as we tend to easily shift our loyalties a newer promise. So is their any light at the end of the tunnel for them?

Another question which haunts me is that do the champions need to be always glorified. In other words is the one without publicity and hidden amidst many is not a champion. Do we really require to find out the extra ordinary amidst the sea of humanity to praise and worship. What about looking at one self. What about stirring one's own soul and finding out the champ within us. As a child all of us were full of energy. Without the care of the world living each day as it should be lived i.e. with freedom. Each of us promised ourselves the whole world. Although not visible to many. Not visible in ways which would be news worthy. But of the billions of people on this earth 99.9% or even more would be like that. Living a life which can be classified as an ordinary life. Still their was light which shone above, within us invisible to all but visible to us. We might not have realized the significance of the possibility but it was always there. The champ was always there. The eagerness to fight the battle and win was always there, of course differently in different people.

If such a champ was always there within us then why today most of us are unhappy, distressed, depressed. I guess in due course of time we got adulterated. In the process of learning the ways of the world we battled, we agitated, we accepted, we defied, we denied and then succumbed to its gruelling training. Where is the fire within us or was there any fire at all. Looking back, if we ponder, we did have that edge which defined us. But today because of the disappointments or because of the lack of goals we might have reached a stage where being a champion does not matter any more. We might feel that not being extra ordinary have made us too ordinary. But in my view point it is the ordinary who lives each day fighting is a true champion. With so much negativity around us what can we do. Every body I guess deserves a second chance rightly resonated in the song "Hey Bhagwaan Mujhko tu zindagi dobara de" by Raghu Dixit. So do we not as a person deserve a second chance to live moreover feel alive. I guess we do, everybody does, the only thing which remains to achieve that is to Resurrect the champ within us. Within us we are always, consciously or sub consciously, trying to be super human. Be it a father making super humanly effort for his son or daughter or vice versa, be it a person trying to reach invincibility in his work, be it a woman making an effort to be free in this oppressive society. Everybody is trying just a little bit more to achieve just a little to be ultimately loved by his/her loved ones unconditionally. In the end all I could say we try to be heroes for others or oneself . But there is a possibility that we may falter in the process. But I guess its all right to fell short of the ultimate aim but what is important we do deserve a chance to try. In the process of doing that, we may choose a path which is wrong but the choice is ours to make. Ultimately one day we may realize that we are not the heroes we or others thought us to be but I guess its all right for we have the limitations of being human. Just a chance is what we require, deserve for Resurrecting the champ within us and that I guess is all we need.

Well all that I have written in this post although may sound incoherent and random rambling but I just wrote what I wanted to write. Actually my writing is inspired from the movie Resurrecting the Champ which had a simplicity so moving that I had to write something howsoever unrelated the whole content may sound with the movie.

The Bicycle Trip: Part 2

[The Journey]
So we started. Started on a journey which I was not very sure of. Started of from Jayanagar Bangalore to Nandi Hills. At 1:30 am in the morning I was able to see a Bangalore which is hard to imagine at any other time. Bangalore was quiet, peaceful and there were not many people/vehicle on the road who were in a hurry. As a friend of mine use to say one can really enjoy the night and concentrate more, as there are not many noises to distract us. Same was the experience which I was getting except the silence of the night was getting breached by the constant rhythm of our peddling. Initially it was easy. The effort which was required to pedal was more so driven by initial thrust of the excitement of adventurism.

[The Agony]
Sooner or later one had to face the truth. Sooner or later the euphoria had to die down and reality had to sink in. After about an hour of biking the desire to take a break and rest became too strong to avoid. The biggest source of discomfort was my ass to the point I was not able to sit without feeling pain. Then we (mostly because of me) committed a mistake which had its bearing on rest of our journey. We stopped to relax and it is sinful to stop as your body cools down and to resume with same vigour becomes a difficult task. With herculean efforts I picked myself up but the fate of the journey had been decided in the very first stop itself. The stops became more and more frequent topped by the ever increasing pain in the ass. Amidst all these we were still enjoying the ride of ours. There is a different way of looking at the ever increasing stops in number and length is that we were able to savour our journey more and more :)
[The Risk]
One of the factor which heightens risk on a bike trip is that one has to bike on a highway. A place where mostly heavy motor vehicles are the only one plying . Another factor which a person should always consider is the light factor. One should ensure one has some form of headlight and even more important are the tail light. And we did not have any. Another thing which had doubled our required efforts was that one of the bike (mine) was gear less. The roads are generally undulated. However good and smooth they may be on a bike one can feel even a degree of uphill. Unfortunately the way from Bangalore to Nandi Hills has plenty of such uphill stretches which I had never realized on motor-bike trips before. But all these factors were not bogging us down. But it always is good to play safe and have a gear bike for any trip one plans. This trip being a first experience of that kind taught us lot. We have now become wiser for next trip if any :)
[Devanahalli]
Ask any Bangalorean who flies, they dread the name of this place. A place far far away from the city. A destination which any not so super human would find difficult to reach given the ever crumbling infrastructure of Bangalore. A place where the new Bangalore airport is go to be. This was the place where I finally gave up. In many ways or other sitting there and waiting for the sun to come up for the journey back home was very symbolic. The promise, the enthusiasm, the novelty of doing something new and different like the new airport. The final give up symbolizing the short sightedness of the plan. Well !! was my mind occupied by these thought at that point of time.Actually not, rather I was feeling ecstatic that I have been able to make it so far. At least there was some distance covered by us which I could proudly talk about. The new airport after all is not so near. :)
[Return Journey]
With all our (rather mine) energy gone . We decided to get a ride back home. But the problem was the equipment (i.e. the two bikes) which we were carrying. Somehow we managed to get a tempo which took us 15 km nearer to home. Unfortunately after that, in spite of our best efforts we were unable to get any vehicle of any sort. So we decided ride back home. A decision which was very difficult but we had no choice. I would say the ride back was better in one way that our body remained warm because of the sun. The other side of the story is that we were like zombie aiming only to reach home somehow as our asses had gone too sore. With multiple breaks in between we managed somehow to reach home with my friend and myself splitting up for the last 6-7 km to ride back to our own homes. The whole of the return bike trip was overwhelmed by a single thought which was to get home boosting our self up by telling ourselves a km less mate with each passing km. :)
[Aftermath]
Back home there was not much to do but to sleep. But everything has a catch and this action of mine which I wanted, needed to do was more at the mercy of the electricity board. Nevertheless when the board showed grace I slept to the fullest. The new thing about this sleep was that it was dreamless and peaceful. I slept to, and with contentment. One more thing which gained significance after the trip was that I hogged like anything. The amount I ate and desired to eat could easily have fed 5-6 full grown human being. I gave myself the reason for my new found hunger as an increase in metabolic rate of mine. Hopefully I am right. I am too lazy to verify :). Looking I have only one thing to say it was a trip to remember and cherish and I hope in some more crazy moments of mine I would undertake many more such trips. :)