PD forwarded this funny(maybe true) quotes....
Many a man owes his success to his first wife and his second wife to his success. - Jim Backus
I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste. - David Bissonette
I've sometimes thought of marrying, and then I've thought again.
- Noel Coward, 1956
A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished.
- Zsa Zsa Gabor
I'm an excellent housekeeper. Every time I get a divorce, I keep the house. - Zsa Zsa Gabor
When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. - Sacha Guitry
Marriage is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important.
- Lisa Hoffman
She's a lovely person. She deserves a good husband. Marry her before she finds one. - Oscar Levant to Harpo Marx upon meeting Harpo's fiancee
We in the industry know that behind every successful screenwriter stands a woman. And behind her stands his wife. - Groucho Marx
Eighty percent of married men cheat in America. The rest cheat in Europe. - Jackie Mason
Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside desperate to get out. - Montaigne
By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you'll be happy. If you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher...and that is a good thing for any man. - Socrates
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man. - Lana Turner
Marriage is a great institution, but I'm not ready for an institution. - Mae West
Marriage is a three ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring, and suffering.
Marriage is bliss. Ignorance is bliss. Therefore ...
Marriage is not a word; it is a sentence, Life Sentence!!.
Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence. Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.
Marriage is when a man and woman become as one; the trouble starts when they try to decide which one.
Marriages are made in heaven. But so again, are thunder and lightning.
Before marriage, a man yearns for the woman he loves. After marriage, the 'Y' becomes silent.
Do not marry a person that you know that you can live with; only marry someone that you cannot live without.
I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.
If you want your wife to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say, talk in your sleep.
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
New Workplace
Yesterday was my last day at Cisco. Spent more than 3 years in a place, was a hectic time getting the official formalities completed. Never did I know that I would miss so good moments due to my decision. Nor did I know that there were so many people who liked me. Howmuch ever I try, it brings some nostalgic thoughts:
* Fighting over the carrom-board
* Arguing with Shravan. Almost everytime, both of us would feel 'I wish he understood what I was saying!'
* Having an hour long lunch gobbling almost entire lunchbox of Dheeru.
* Arguing over severity of small bugs
* Suggesting AI projects to Venky
* many more....
But this is an exploration, and I wanted this change. Let's see what's in store in my new place.
* Fighting over the carrom-board
* Arguing with Shravan. Almost everytime, both of us would feel 'I wish he understood what I was saying!'
* Having an hour long lunch gobbling almost entire lunchbox of Dheeru.
* Arguing over severity of small bugs
* Suggesting AI projects to Venky
* many more....
But this is an exploration, and I wanted this change. Let's see what's in store in my new place.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Just like that
Got 5 continuous days without work this time due to Deepavali, today is the second day. It feels so good to be sitting alone in the verandah of my brother's home when its' drizzling outside. My brother is back from US and everyone in the family seem so animated....talking about life, marraige, society and stuff....well, as always.
It is so surprising that we never seem to learn from things and repeatedly *not* do the things which we talk as the right thing to do. Has it been like this with humans always? Then, its a pitiful life for man. Had we based our opinions on things which we hitherto know as facts, wouldn't our generation be so better?
Read somewhere that a man's heart lies in his head and a woman's head lies in her heart....this generally seems to be true. Well, infact the heart and the head both are the same, since hearts cannot think :).
Few days back, Aruna had sent an article on the Peak Oil theory, which described how our known global oil resources have been increasingly getting depleted. It went on to say that at the current rate, oil may not last for more than 40 years. In our search for expansion, industrialisation, wealth, we abused the oil left and right. India had not been a great spender, but it will soon happen, we too will "grow" to help our destruction. It now feels that nature is such a delicate thing, and we have to learn to co-exist with it and not take over it. Hopefully, and helplessly, other sources of power will try and delay the process.
But we have to recognize the situation seriously and take responsibility for it. Else, a day will come when our children will be thinking how foolish their earlier generation were in not recognizing a calamity. My kid would say "How the hell could my father go on his bike to office spending half a litre of petrol everyday...was he crazy?".
I have to have a suitable answer.
It is so surprising that we never seem to learn from things and repeatedly *not* do the things which we talk as the right thing to do. Has it been like this with humans always? Then, its a pitiful life for man. Had we based our opinions on things which we hitherto know as facts, wouldn't our generation be so better?
Read somewhere that a man's heart lies in his head and a woman's head lies in her heart....this generally seems to be true. Well, infact the heart and the head both are the same, since hearts cannot think :).
Few days back, Aruna had sent an article on the Peak Oil theory, which described how our known global oil resources have been increasingly getting depleted. It went on to say that at the current rate, oil may not last for more than 40 years. In our search for expansion, industrialisation, wealth, we abused the oil left and right. India had not been a great spender, but it will soon happen, we too will "grow" to help our destruction. It now feels that nature is such a delicate thing, and we have to learn to co-exist with it and not take over it. Hopefully, and helplessly, other sources of power will try and delay the process.
But we have to recognize the situation seriously and take responsibility for it. Else, a day will come when our children will be thinking how foolish their earlier generation were in not recognizing a calamity. My kid would say "How the hell could my father go on his bike to office spending half a litre of petrol everyday...was he crazy?".
I have to have a suitable answer.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Dasara Holidays
We had 3 back-to-back holidays last weekend. It was a nice break at my home with 2 children each of my brother and sister. How I wish I were like them : all the time happy and giggling, getting fed constantly(well, with clothes on!).
The way girls and boys react to situations are not very different to how they would during childhood. I see Apoorva(my sister's daughter) take so much care of her younger brother, as if acting like a mother! But Swaroop(my brother's son) is on the opposite pole, reaching to kids only when *he* wants. Otherwise he will be furiously interested in cricket, GK, etc. It is thrilling to watch them!
We had a elderly person called Basappa from my native (Hallikhed, Bidar) visit Mysore to watch the festival procession and other things. It is the third time he is coming to watch in 10 years. As always, he had not taken his family along. Looking the conditions he lives in my native, it seems ridiculous for a *logical* mind to travel so long, spending almost a thousand rupees to watch an event which in no way changes his life(or maybe I am wrong here). I wanted to know why he thought it was so interesting for him..but he wouldn't tell..he is too simple to sit and discuss things..but I was happy to see him back.
My sister tells me that I have become very silent at home. She seemed to suggest this so many times that I have become conscious of it. But this would have been true anytime since it is *she* who talks :)
The way girls and boys react to situations are not very different to how they would during childhood. I see Apoorva(my sister's daughter) take so much care of her younger brother, as if acting like a mother! But Swaroop(my brother's son) is on the opposite pole, reaching to kids only when *he* wants. Otherwise he will be furiously interested in cricket, GK, etc. It is thrilling to watch them!
We had a elderly person called Basappa from my native (Hallikhed, Bidar) visit Mysore to watch the festival procession and other things. It is the third time he is coming to watch in 10 years. As always, he had not taken his family along. Looking the conditions he lives in my native, it seems ridiculous for a *logical* mind to travel so long, spending almost a thousand rupees to watch an event which in no way changes his life(or maybe I am wrong here). I wanted to know why he thought it was so interesting for him..but he wouldn't tell..he is too simple to sit and discuss things..but I was happy to see him back.
My sister tells me that I have become very silent at home. She seemed to suggest this so many times that I have become conscious of it. But this would have been true anytime since it is *she* who talks :)
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
Daasara Padagalu
I may not agree to all of what Shri Purandara daasaru has said here. But, you look at this composition, it is simply great. 'Daasanaagu' - From last week, I may have listened some 100 times atleast. It is so gripping! I want to be able to sing it one day :)
http://www.udbhava.com/udbhava/songs.jsp?id=55
Came across this song only recently. How many such might be there...among his 475000 songs??!
http://www.udbhava.com/udbhava/songs.jsp?id=55
Came across this song only recently. How many such might be there...among his 475000 songs??!
Monday, September 13, 2004
Restrooms
Many funny things happen in restrooms.
One would see many of us talking about code,bugs, politics, girls, jokes, weekend stories etc. It is also the place where people meet to say atleast a 'Hi'. Otherwise, no one bothers to visit your cube, nor do you care enough. There are people who I am seeing for last couple of years in restrooms and still don't talk to them!
Sometimes secrets, conspiracies also get revealed unnoticingly.
Well, let there be two kinds of releases in restrooms: Software and Hardware. There could be both, by the way!
Two guys from the same team had come for a software release.
One told the other:
"Hey, I closed 3 bugs today!".
It was only afternoon! I thought this guy must be *good*.
"Cool!,howz that?" asked another.
"Well, infact, I marked two of them as U (short for 'Unreproducible') and returned the other one moving it to I(need more info. from the submitter of the bug).
This guy would really make it big in the industry, I felt.
Recently, it has been raining almost everyday and as expected, visits to restrooms increase.
A guy came for a s/w release and just before starting, letting a sigh, he said :
"Aah, it is soo cold !"
A friend of mine quickly replied: "Whhat! you think that's a thermometer ?" :)
One would see many of us talking about code,bugs, politics, girls, jokes, weekend stories etc. It is also the place where people meet to say atleast a 'Hi'. Otherwise, no one bothers to visit your cube, nor do you care enough. There are people who I am seeing for last couple of years in restrooms and still don't talk to them!
Sometimes secrets, conspiracies also get revealed unnoticingly.
Well, let there be two kinds of releases in restrooms: Software and Hardware. There could be both, by the way!
Two guys from the same team had come for a software release.
One told the other:
"Hey, I closed 3 bugs today!".
It was only afternoon! I thought this guy must be *good*.
"Cool!,howz that?" asked another.
"Well, infact, I marked two of them as U (short for 'Unreproducible') and returned the other one moving it to I(need more info. from the submitter of the bug).
This guy would really make it big in the industry, I felt.
Recently, it has been raining almost everyday and as expected, visits to restrooms increase.
A guy came for a s/w release and just before starting, letting a sigh, he said :
"Aah, it is soo cold !"
A friend of mine quickly replied: "Whhat! you think that's a thermometer ?" :)
Friday, August 13, 2004
Fun With Perl
Came across this wonderful piece of code :
perl -wle 'print "Prime" if (1 x shift) !~ /^1?$^(11+?)\1+$/'
It finds out whether the number that you passed is a prime number or not. All this by just string matching! This was posted by someone called Abigail.
To read an explanation, go to http://montreal.pm.org/tech/neil_kandalgaonkar.shtml
The Marketing guys would not like this though!
One of the shortcomings of this is that it would take large memory for big numbers, and would slow down too. But the idea is beautiful.
perl -wle 'print "Prime" if (1 x shift) !~ /^1?$^(11+?)\1+$/'
It finds out whether the number that you passed is a prime number or not. All this by just string matching! This was posted by someone called Abigail.
To read an explanation, go to http://montreal.pm.org/tech/neil_kandalgaonkar.shtml
The Marketing guys would not like this though!
One of the shortcomings of this is that it would take large memory for big numbers, and would slow down too. But the idea is beautiful.
Monday, August 02, 2004
A weekend
It was my weekend in Bangalore....and rarely this statement is true.
I have been reading a few Kannada books of late, and all the time I have felt that it would have
been great to write even this in Kannada. I am almost 25 and till now, being a kannadiga, never
have I felt this attachment with my language. I used to feel comfortable while reading english and was so uncomfortable reading kannada.
Now, when I am reading works of Dr. Prabhushankar and Beechee, I get a feeling that the english that I have read pales in front of frankness and humbleness that these writers showed and lived their lives. It feels as if I want to hug these books and never let go!
Partly responsible to this are my friends DC and Manu. Avarige naanu runi. Else, I would have
missed these goldies even longer.
It so happens that I would not listen to my father when he told something like 'Don't do this, do
that, else you will suffer' and the like. But when I get to read the similar thing from Beechee, I can now understand exactly what my father wished me to understand and failed.
It was a hearty feeling to read Beechee in the park and relate to what we have in our village...and many times I could....the backside of homes(we call it hittalu) falling off due to rain..and it used to remain unfixed for years together!!.... any small news spreading so quickly in villages...the indifferent attitude in cities..etc.
I have been reading a few Kannada books of late, and all the time I have felt that it would have
been great to write even this in Kannada. I am almost 25 and till now, being a kannadiga, never
have I felt this attachment with my language. I used to feel comfortable while reading english and was so uncomfortable reading kannada.
Now, when I am reading works of Dr. Prabhushankar and Beechee, I get a feeling that the english that I have read pales in front of frankness and humbleness that these writers showed and lived their lives. It feels as if I want to hug these books and never let go!
Partly responsible to this are my friends DC and Manu. Avarige naanu runi. Else, I would have
missed these goldies even longer.
It so happens that I would not listen to my father when he told something like 'Don't do this, do
that, else you will suffer' and the like. But when I get to read the similar thing from Beechee, I can now understand exactly what my father wished me to understand and failed.
It was a hearty feeling to read Beechee in the park and relate to what we have in our village...and many times I could....the backside of homes(we call it hittalu) falling off due to rain..and it used to remain unfixed for years together!!.... any small news spreading so quickly in villages...the indifferent attitude in cities..etc.
Tuesday, July 20, 2004
A walk near my place
This is our home in Vivekanandnagar in Mysore since my 4th standard. it has been 15 year since. Daily, my parents go for a walk in the evening, and today, my dad had literally dragged me along with them. I usually tend not to go for a walk when there is a big rush of people everywhere.
The area Circle is very near our place. We were one of the first homes who had moved here after the layout was formed. It is a nice feeling to see it grow along with us. The circle has become a market place with lots of shops, vegetable vendors, chat vendors, cows, people making bargains. Everyone must go through this place to come to our area or to Shreerampura and further layouts.
There are some shops which have existed since the beginning...one was Kumar Stores, he still sits in the shop with his wife. Kumar's brother who also sat in the shop parted with him and opened his own one along the same road, but never made such business as his brother did. Shops when they exist for a long time become landmarks and Kumar Stores was one such. I did not really like to buy items there...Kumar to me seemed like arrogant and caring less for the customer.
There are a few other shops like Sudarshan Medicals and a hardware store. 'Hardware' now takes a completely different meaning to me..but this hardware shop sells water tubes, paints, taps, wires etc.
The circle has a big area in the centre. MUDA messed it up making weird, complex paths for traffic. There are big sodium lamps liting the entire area. When you move to quieter roads with homes, neighbors usually gather and talk. And they rarely miss to study a passer-by...as if scrutinizing them from top to bottom is their duty.
There is a Ganesha temple too...which I used to visit earlier...but have stopped going there..due to insecurity of my chappals. I have been unlucky, have lost 3 pairs of chappals in temples in a span of 2 months. I had also planned with the help of friends to catch the thief red-handed...but it never got executed.
Lots of pujaris have come and gone...but the current one has been here for atleast 4 years. He is a misfit for a pujari...first of all, he has a good and well-built body, he doesn't have a big belly and comes by Bullet!!
It would be nice to see this place 10 years hence...hopefully.
The area Circle is very near our place. We were one of the first homes who had moved here after the layout was formed. It is a nice feeling to see it grow along with us. The circle has become a market place with lots of shops, vegetable vendors, chat vendors, cows, people making bargains. Everyone must go through this place to come to our area or to Shreerampura and further layouts.
There are some shops which have existed since the beginning...one was Kumar Stores, he still sits in the shop with his wife. Kumar's brother who also sat in the shop parted with him and opened his own one along the same road, but never made such business as his brother did. Shops when they exist for a long time become landmarks and Kumar Stores was one such. I did not really like to buy items there...Kumar to me seemed like arrogant and caring less for the customer.
There are a few other shops like Sudarshan Medicals and a hardware store. 'Hardware' now takes a completely different meaning to me..but this hardware shop sells water tubes, paints, taps, wires etc.
The circle has a big area in the centre. MUDA messed it up making weird, complex paths for traffic. There are big sodium lamps liting the entire area. When you move to quieter roads with homes, neighbors usually gather and talk. And they rarely miss to study a passer-by...as if scrutinizing them from top to bottom is their duty.
There is a Ganesha temple too...which I used to visit earlier...but have stopped going there..due to insecurity of my chappals. I have been unlucky, have lost 3 pairs of chappals in temples in a span of 2 months. I had also planned with the help of friends to catch the thief red-handed...but it never got executed.
Lots of pujaris have come and gone...but the current one has been here for atleast 4 years. He is a misfit for a pujari...first of all, he has a good and well-built body, he doesn't have a big belly and comes by Bullet!!
It would be nice to see this place 10 years hence...hopefully.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
What do you want to do?
Long time since I came here....lots of things have happened in these days....well...nothing very great....most of them uninspiring things....
Yeah..I have started living alone now. It was so tough and mentally disturbing for my brother, vyini(my sister-in-law), maybe my parents...but I feel I have taken the right decision.
Life is very different and calm nowadays. I am less angry at people...basically ignoring people...not sure whether this is right or wrong.
Among other things ..after-thoughts of 'Lakshya'...RK Narayan's autobiography...I also did draw an image of my former colleague....started exercising and going out for jogging...something which I dreamt from a very long time...but too lazy to execute.
I think when you like something and work for it...one does not mind/feel the pressure or hardwork he puts in. If it is something which does not come naturally to you..like work :)...you should be greatly disciplined to get things done.
It is so hard to see that people in marketing feel themselves proud about lying to the customers. Wonder whether they do feel guilty at all anytime?
Narayan's book 'My Life' is a small book...told in simple terms for people like me. I feel people do "great" things when they have gone through a very tough stage in their lives...as if going through a stress-test or a agni-parikshe. More and more examples have been proving only this.
Take this for some thought :
* Nagesh Kookunoor was a chemical engineer for 10 years until the age of 30 before he switched over to film-making.
* Farhan Akhtar had spent two years doing just "nothing" apart from watching 2 films everyday before he made DCH.
* RK Narayan had failed in English during his school which was his fav. subject. He didn't take a job which he doesn't seem to fit in, inspite of critical difficulties at home. He knew what he wanted to do...right from the beginning!
So, what do you want to do?
Yeah..I have started living alone now. It was so tough and mentally disturbing for my brother, vyini(my sister-in-law), maybe my parents...but I feel I have taken the right decision.
Life is very different and calm nowadays. I am less angry at people...basically ignoring people...not sure whether this is right or wrong.
Among other things ..after-thoughts of 'Lakshya'...RK Narayan's autobiography...I also did draw an image of my former colleague....started exercising and going out for jogging...something which I dreamt from a very long time...but too lazy to execute.
I think when you like something and work for it...one does not mind/feel the pressure or hardwork he puts in. If it is something which does not come naturally to you..like work :)...you should be greatly disciplined to get things done.
It is so hard to see that people in marketing feel themselves proud about lying to the customers. Wonder whether they do feel guilty at all anytime?
Narayan's book 'My Life' is a small book...told in simple terms for people like me. I feel people do "great" things when they have gone through a very tough stage in their lives...as if going through a stress-test or a agni-parikshe. More and more examples have been proving only this.
Take this for some thought :
* Nagesh Kookunoor was a chemical engineer for 10 years until the age of 30 before he switched over to film-making.
* Farhan Akhtar had spent two years doing just "nothing" apart from watching 2 films everyday before he made DCH.
* RK Narayan had failed in English during his school which was his fav. subject. He didn't take a job which he doesn't seem to fit in, inspite of critical difficulties at home. He knew what he wanted to do...right from the beginning!
So, what do you want to do?
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Ramanagara
Last year sometime back, I had a quiet ride to Ramanagara...had a write-up of it. Pasting it here..I liked reading this...felt like I was there again :)
It was someday in May 2003...
Ramanagara Vist
Until next time..bye
It was someday in May 2003...
Ramanagara Vist
Until next time..bye
Monday, May 24, 2004
Our dear PM not so long back
http://www.indianexpress.com/full_story.php?content_id=47372
He goes:
Rah Kaun Si Jaaoon Mai?
Chaurahe par loot-ta chir,
Pyade se pit gaya wazir,
Chaloon aakhiri chaal ki baazi chhor virakti rachaoon mai?
Rah kaun si jaaoon mai?
Sapna janma aur mar gaya,
Madhu ritu mein hi bagh jhar gaya,
Tinke bikhre hue batoroon ya nav srishti sajaoon mai?
Rah kaun si jaaoon mai? Do din mile udhaar mein,
Ghaate ke vyapaar mein,
Kshan-kshan ka hisaab joroon ya punji sesh lootaoon mai?
Rah kaun si jaaoon mai?
Translation:
-----------------
What Road Should I Go Down?
Honour lost at busy crossroads,
Knights defeated by pawns:
Do I make my final move, or do I withdraw from battle?
What road should I go down?
A dream was born, and died,
The garden dried up in the season of spring:
Do I gather these scattered leaves, or do I fashion a new universe?
What road should I go down?
Two days, on loan, is all I’ve earned
In a bargain already lost:
Do I take stock of each moment, or do I squander what little remains?
What road should I go down?
Heart-wrenching ! :(
Need I say more.
He goes:
Rah Kaun Si Jaaoon Mai?
Chaurahe par loot-ta chir,
Pyade se pit gaya wazir,
Chaloon aakhiri chaal ki baazi chhor virakti rachaoon mai?
Rah kaun si jaaoon mai?
Sapna janma aur mar gaya,
Madhu ritu mein hi bagh jhar gaya,
Tinke bikhre hue batoroon ya nav srishti sajaoon mai?
Rah kaun si jaaoon mai? Do din mile udhaar mein,
Ghaate ke vyapaar mein,
Kshan-kshan ka hisaab joroon ya punji sesh lootaoon mai?
Rah kaun si jaaoon mai?
Translation:
-----------------
What Road Should I Go Down?
Honour lost at busy crossroads,
Knights defeated by pawns:
Do I make my final move, or do I withdraw from battle?
What road should I go down?
A dream was born, and died,
The garden dried up in the season of spring:
Do I gather these scattered leaves, or do I fashion a new universe?
What road should I go down?
Two days, on loan, is all I’ve earned
In a bargain already lost:
Do I take stock of each moment, or do I squander what little remains?
What road should I go down?
Heart-wrenching ! :(
Need I say more.
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
10 PM
It is about 10 PM. Seems to be the most productive time of mine...mornings seem too chaotic and hypocritic. I am sitting in this big zone (they call it Orange)...with about 50 cubes. None but me sitting here and editing a test plan. Just then, I thought of sharing my plight with you bloggy. ...Listening to ....know what? Chupke Chupke raat din..
One way, it is satisfying, that this song is holding me tight. These ghazals are like real alcohol...like nasha what they say..though I have never tasted alcohol...got the gyan from my friends....initially you will not like it...slowly ...and slowly...you will have to listen to it for some 5 times...before getting a strange feeling for it...samjho you are stuck with it. You will not leave it for the rest of the time.
There is some sorrow-clad joy in this song. Chupke chupke raat din aasoon bahana yaad hain...ya..we all have done it..haven't we? It brings us some old memories..takes us to the heights of nostalgia of a recent past!
It goes..
Dopahar ki dhoop mein mere bulaane ke liye,
woh tera kothe pe nange paav aana yaad hain,
humko ab tak aashiquin ka woh zamana yaad hain...
add to that Ghulam ali's jaam. Maan..you will immerse in it.
Next song from him goes...
Humgaama hain kyu barpaaa, thodi si jo peeli hain,
daaka to nahi daala, chori to nahi kee hain...
This guy will really make me drink one day!
In big companies, one needs to talk well...doesn't matter if you talk junk. You should keep on talking to make others feel your presence. It doesnt matter how you did your work. And what were we taught by parents, teachers? Do your work sincerely and rewards will come to you automatically.
Most of the meetings that my group conducts seem like noise with little content. Yes...one has got to thrive in this and get performance points. One day, I will also get adjusted to this....look at me 5 years from here..I will talking words like process, systems, strategies, very disconnected from real world.
But still then, it goes on...why? due to some smart people who take others lightly and continue to put in their hardwork and intelligence no matter what. Looking at it physically, it seems like as if this guy is taking the weight of 10 people. Doesn't it remind of Ayn Rand's Atlast Shrugged? Pardon me, I am not talking about myself...I am still a bachcha here.
Ayn Rand seems to connect with our country political situation properly. And that starts butterflies in my stomach.
And thus I stop abruptly...with a confused and disturbed mind.
One way, it is satisfying, that this song is holding me tight. These ghazals are like real alcohol...like nasha what they say..though I have never tasted alcohol...got the gyan from my friends....initially you will not like it...slowly ...and slowly...you will have to listen to it for some 5 times...before getting a strange feeling for it...samjho you are stuck with it. You will not leave it for the rest of the time.
There is some sorrow-clad joy in this song. Chupke chupke raat din aasoon bahana yaad hain...ya..we all have done it..haven't we? It brings us some old memories..takes us to the heights of nostalgia of a recent past!
It goes..
Dopahar ki dhoop mein mere bulaane ke liye,
woh tera kothe pe nange paav aana yaad hain,
humko ab tak aashiquin ka woh zamana yaad hain...
add to that Ghulam ali's jaam. Maan..you will immerse in it.
Next song from him goes...
Humgaama hain kyu barpaaa, thodi si jo peeli hain,
daaka to nahi daala, chori to nahi kee hain...
This guy will really make me drink one day!
In big companies, one needs to talk well...doesn't matter if you talk junk. You should keep on talking to make others feel your presence. It doesnt matter how you did your work. And what were we taught by parents, teachers? Do your work sincerely and rewards will come to you automatically.
Most of the meetings that my group conducts seem like noise with little content. Yes...one has got to thrive in this and get performance points. One day, I will also get adjusted to this....look at me 5 years from here..I will talking words like process, systems, strategies, very disconnected from real world.
But still then, it goes on...why? due to some smart people who take others lightly and continue to put in their hardwork and intelligence no matter what. Looking at it physically, it seems like as if this guy is taking the weight of 10 people. Doesn't it remind of Ayn Rand's Atlast Shrugged? Pardon me, I am not talking about myself...I am still a bachcha here.
Ayn Rand seems to connect with our country political situation properly. And that starts butterflies in my stomach.
And thus I stop abruptly...with a confused and disturbed mind.
Friday, May 07, 2004
Riding the Rains....
I really hated it. I wanted to throw the angst at the first person I saw....and found that it turned out to be you...bloggy.
Morning started soo good....left for office wanting to get a bit wet in the teasing rain...but nothing happened.
It all started in the evening...rather..night. It was 10 and when I started to leave, the place was wet. It is one of those rare occasions where you dread having a bike. Came back to my cube hesitantly. Clock clocked 11...and then 12..and I couldn't sit longer. Asked a couple of autorickshaws and they demanded huge money...for a software engineer ;). Thought a cititaxi would be better and asked another taxi driver to get me one. These people take their chances and RULE when it rains. He made me wait for almost 15 mins...bloody buggers and so I left on my own, whatever may happen.
Just two days back, I had cleaned my 6-month-uncleaned bike....pity . To make matters worse, my hair was mostly wet and now I had to put on this helmet...this life sucks!
As they say...it is never so bad that it can't get worse. Came along, the first splash of water and filled my shoes. Go some more distance and a car rodee along smacking my bike with water...and that too dirty.
I wanted to hit the first guy I saw...luckily, nobody was around..or else I would have got a few in return! No street lights...just my tiny beam of light...In front were drops of rain..looking like arrows ..targetting me...and nothing would happen to me !...like a hero :) For the first time..felt something good.
Right from my underwear to my outer wear...all was wet. Talk about singing in the rain!
Well..my story too has an happy ending...a warm set of clothes....something to eat and models on TV to gaze at .
Morning started soo good....left for office wanting to get a bit wet in the teasing rain...but nothing happened.
It all started in the evening...rather..night. It was 10 and when I started to leave, the place was wet. It is one of those rare occasions where you dread having a bike. Came back to my cube hesitantly. Clock clocked 11...and then 12..and I couldn't sit longer. Asked a couple of autorickshaws and they demanded huge money...for a software engineer ;). Thought a cititaxi would be better and asked another taxi driver to get me one. These people take their chances and RULE when it rains. He made me wait for almost 15 mins...bloody buggers and so I left on my own, whatever may happen.
Just two days back, I had cleaned my 6-month-uncleaned bike....pity . To make matters worse, my hair was mostly wet and now I had to put on this helmet...this life sucks!
As they say...it is never so bad that it can't get worse. Came along, the first splash of water and filled my shoes. Go some more distance and a car rodee along smacking my bike with water...and that too dirty.
I wanted to hit the first guy I saw...luckily, nobody was around..or else I would have got a few in return! No street lights...just my tiny beam of light...In front were drops of rain..looking like arrows ..targetting me...and nothing would happen to me !...like a hero :) For the first time..felt something good.
Right from my underwear to my outer wear...all was wet. Talk about singing in the rain!
Well..my story too has an happy ending...a warm set of clothes....something to eat and models on TV to gaze at .
Saturday, March 13, 2004
Music
It has been my second heart. I dont know how I would have lived without it(My left brain is telling me: How would that be possible? I wouldn't have recognized the loss at all!....btw, I recently came to know that I have a dominant right hemisphere.) There is a song for every emotion, be it love, anger, joy, sorrow... that I go through...as if the singer or lyricist is empathising with me. They seem like a hell of a lot experienced, since they would identify whatever I am going through.
The song or singer would take me to an altogether different place and emotion. Isn't that something!
The poets, lyricists are really, then so great, to be able to send their thoughts and feelings across in such manner. Aren't they hynpotising then?
Few of the lines from the film Khamoshi is a classic example
( Am sorry if you don't understand hindi):
"Humne dekhi hain un aankhon ki mehekti khushboo,
haath se chooke ise rishton ka ilzaam na do,
sirf ehsaas hain yeh rooh se mehsoos karo,
pyar ko pyar hi rehne do, koi naam na do".
Whenever, for a couple of days or more, I feel something unsettling at work(I can't explain: you have to feel it to know it), suddenly it would come to my mind that I would have listened to music during that time!
The song or singer would take me to an altogether different place and emotion. Isn't that something!
The poets, lyricists are really, then so great, to be able to send their thoughts and feelings across in such manner. Aren't they hynpotising then?
Few of the lines from the film Khamoshi is a classic example
( Am sorry if you don't understand hindi):
"Humne dekhi hain un aankhon ki mehekti khushboo,
haath se chooke ise rishton ka ilzaam na do,
sirf ehsaas hain yeh rooh se mehsoos karo,
pyar ko pyar hi rehne do, koi naam na do".
Whenever, for a couple of days or more, I feel something unsettling at work(I can't explain: you have to feel it to know it), suddenly it would come to my mind that I would have listened to music during that time!
Right or Wrong
It is really chaotic.
Looks like there is nothing called right and wrong...nothing called good and bad. The goodness/badness that you decide just depends on the kind of knowledge you have. Ideally, if one were to know everything, he would never be able to choose anything as the 'right' thing. The world is too complex and chaotic to be able to put simply in terms of right and wrong. And behold! we have been taught the reverse till now!
For Ex:
Everyone calls Osama a terrorist. But for him and his supporters, he is a 'leader' who teaches America a lesson for the crimes they did. Now, your answer would just depend on whether you sympathize with him or the US.
And what about the discussions we do often with friends, family? Everyone thinks he or she is right. And there is nothing like an entirely rational argument which would win everybody. BTW, even the laws of logic are also based on the level of knowledge humans attain. We are all emotional. There are beliefs which refuse to go away. So what do you do?
I came to this conclusion : Do whatever you want. Understand in your own terms and act based on proper(i.e proper to you) reasons. Whatever you do is the right thing.
(Mind you, this comes at a cost: you would not go on trying to explain to others....making you more and more silent, you start observing more...and start blogging more !)
Looks like there is nothing called right and wrong...nothing called good and bad. The goodness/badness that you decide just depends on the kind of knowledge you have. Ideally, if one were to know everything, he would never be able to choose anything as the 'right' thing. The world is too complex and chaotic to be able to put simply in terms of right and wrong. And behold! we have been taught the reverse till now!
For Ex:
Everyone calls Osama a terrorist. But for him and his supporters, he is a 'leader' who teaches America a lesson for the crimes they did. Now, your answer would just depend on whether you sympathize with him or the US.
And what about the discussions we do often with friends, family? Everyone thinks he or she is right. And there is nothing like an entirely rational argument which would win everybody. BTW, even the laws of logic are also based on the level of knowledge humans attain. We are all emotional. There are beliefs which refuse to go away. So what do you do?
I came to this conclusion : Do whatever you want. Understand in your own terms and act based on proper(i.e proper to you) reasons. Whatever you do is the right thing.
(Mind you, this comes at a cost: you would not go on trying to explain to others....making you more and more silent, you start observing more...and start blogging more !)
Saturday, March 06, 2004
A sinking feeling
It is a sinking feeling. I hadnt expected calls from the big Bs, A, B, C or L....but to search for your registration number and getting a negative response was difficult to digest.
So, whats the big deal? You never expected to make it, nor did you want it. So why feel bad. But somewhere in the corner of my heart, it is itching.
Basically, this has been a big fact of my life....I am a mix of contradictions...but still I am trying hopelessly to define myself.
CAT tests teased me everytime challenging me to be smarter and smarter... so you want to be short-listed even if you dont want to study. Its like someone telling me that I was good-enough.
Thats some story. I will post it soon.
I want to go on writing forever like this....something stops me from doing it. Will come back soon
So, whats the big deal? You never expected to make it, nor did you want it. So why feel bad. But somewhere in the corner of my heart, it is itching.
Basically, this has been a big fact of my life....I am a mix of contradictions...but still I am trying hopelessly to define myself.
CAT tests teased me everytime challenging me to be smarter and smarter... so you want to be short-listed even if you dont want to study. Its like someone telling me that I was good-enough.
Thats some story. I will post it soon.
I want to go on writing forever like this....something stops me from doing it. Will come back soon
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