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

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.

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.

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 .