Yet Another Day of Life ...

I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another Sunny Sunday afternoon
I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do
I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for none
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm driving around in my car
I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far
I'd like to change my point of view
I feel so lonely but I'm waiting for none
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday they told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

I'm sitting here, I miss the power
I'd like to go out taking a shower
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired, Put myself into bed
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation has always been good for me
Isolation is okay, but I don't want to sit on the lemon-tree

I'm steppin' around in the desert of joy
Baby anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday they told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree
I'm turning my head up and down
I'm turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder how, I wonder why
Yesterday they told me 'bout the blue blue sky
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just a yellow lemon-tree ...

Lemon Tree by Fool's Garden
(some words changed to fit the mood)

An Open Letter to Ramdev Baba...

Disclaimer: The content of this post is totally my own thinking, and is no way meant or intended for hurting the sentiments or feelings of anyone.

Dear Ramdev Baba,

At the outset of this letter, I would like to introduce myself just as an ordinary citizen of this country. I am not at all a follower of you, or rather I even don't give a damn to all those nonsense you keep uttering in the TV channels. I just take you as one of those saffron wearing long beared people's God, who is earning easy money and people's support by doing nothing but by selling God's word. Oh no, don't think I am an atheist. I am just someone who take religion and God as the way of life, believe in working hard, abide by the laws of the country and just live and let live.

I really dont have any problem to what you and all those long beareded people say or teach, because I dont have time for such things. But sometimes, when things prick to the nerves, we should raise our voice. Recently, as I was surfing through the TV channels, I accidently heard something which you were telling to a mass of around five thousand people or may be more. You said, the way India has embraced a foreign language (English) in the day to day lives, its wrong for the country. You gave examples of Germany, France and some other countries. Now, in this context, I would like to tell you that please make your facts correct before uttering nonsense. Do you know why most of the jobs and works get outsourced to India for which our countrymen gets employment and can earn their bread and butter? Its because, Indians are good in English, apart from being good in Science and Mathematics. We are better than Chienses only in this aspect and thats why, in recent decades our economy has improved. I just can't imagine the rate of unemployment our country would have, had those private sector jobs were not there. And its all because of the good English eucation we have in our country.

If not others, let me take my own example. I can read, write and speak English and that's the reason why I am employed by an MNC and for which I am able to pay 30% of my income as tax to the country. And, I feel proud about it. In this context, one question arose in my mind. Do you pay taxes of your income from Patanjali ? I guess not. Dude, its very easy to teach people how to take oxygen inside our body, murmer "Bharat Mata Ki Jai" or "Go Mata Ki Jai", but it's not very easy to fill up the stomach and buy the bare necessities of life. If you are so much a patriot, why did not you join the forces to protect the country? Do you know that Chinese are encroaching land in the remote North East? Why dont go there with your followers and stop that? I heard you speaking a lot when the country was down with Swine Flu. Did you do anything for that? I heard you speaking against celebration of Valentine's Day. For your information Valentine's Day doesnot promote pornography or prostitution. Its just a celebration of love and relationship. It makes people happy. Don't you yourself say that at the end of the day happiness is what matters? Such an example of hypocrisy.

I know whatever you are doing is just your home work for joining politics. The common people are so simple that they will give you votes thinking you as an avatar of God. But, I can foresee the future of the country when people like you will be making laws. In you and all those saffron wearing babas, I see the image of a Hindu Taliban, you people sound like fundamentalists. Whatever you teach people are mostly taken from all those sacred books, Vedas. So there is nothing new in your stuffs. You are just doing the job of a teacher who refer textbooks to teach his pupils. So, don't think yourself to be very great. I admire your dream of a healthy India, but please don't play with the innocence of the people. Don't gumrah them.

Yours Sincerely,
A Citizen of India

The Devil Of Small Things

Often, while on the flow of life, I get irritated by small things which I feel should be a common sense on the other person's part. I see educated people around doing silly stuffs which are not at all expected from them. Probably, common senses are not so common and only education can't teach you all these. After all common senses are senses and one need to be sensible to acquire those. Just a few examples of things I observe in my daily life, which I find really irritating and annoying.

• I often see people in my office cafeteria carrying newspapers to the table from the common newspaper section and not putting it back once they are done. Probably, they are so busy or have such a hectic work schedule ahead, that it just slipped their mind. Similarly, not pushing back the chair after he/she leaves.
• Another common annoying thing is observed in the elevators. Many people, never waits for people to get out of the elevator and start entering as soon as the elevator door opens.
• Breaking the Queue. I already wrote about it in one of my earlier blog posts. Not observing the discipline of the queue in public places should be made an offence.
• Going on the wrong direction of the road, just to avoid a few yards of an 'U' turn.
• Unnecessarily talking to waiters in restaurants in a dominating voice. Remember, we pay for the food and service and don't actually buy the waiters.
• Indisciplined way of parking vehicles in common parking area. Some people often park their vehicle with an attitude of "It's Okay", making it difficult for others. Vehicle parking is a skill which is acquired over a period of time, but but not knowing how to park a vehicle can't be an excuse, specially in a common parking space.
• And the list goes on... 

Tired, Bored

I wish I could wipe out the time from 2:30PM to 6:30PM from the day. Just can't tolerate the heat. Every time I think about staying back at home in weekends and have some solo time, relax, this f**king heat makes me go mad. I miss my Shillong days :-(. Anyways, nothing much happening in life. Not much pressure in work life, weekends spent under house arrest. Actually, I am tired and bored.These days, I am even reluctant to cook my favorite food for the utter laziness and  I feel due to the heat. Just waiting for another one month to pass and then monsoon. Aimless life is indeed like a rudderless boat.

Cute Song

I wanna make you smile
Whenever you're sad
Carry you around when your arthritis is bad
All I wanna do, is grow old with you

I'll get you medicine when your tummy aches
Build you a fire if the furnace breaks
So, it could be so nice growing old with you,....

I'll miss you
Kiss you
Give you my coat when you are cold
Need you
Feed you
Even let you hold the remote control.

So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink
Put you to bed when you've had too much to drink
Oh I could be the man that grows old with you
I wanna grow old with you.

Title: I wanna Grow Old With You 

Singer: Adam Sandler

OST : The Wedding Singer

anecdotes from yet another technophile

Yes. That's the name of my other blog @ http://paribhaasha.wordpress.com/. A blog totally dedicated to current technology, my own academic and professional interests.

The Changing Pattern

Its been almost 6 yrs now that I have been blogging, and it feels nice to read through the old posts. As I was going through my older posts, I realized that there is a unique pattern in the contents of my posts which is a reflection of my life, then and now. I write for myself; I shout, I console, I rebuke ... all for myself. So Selfish !!! The posts in 2005 and 2006 mainly gives the idea of a person who is just out of college, trying to adjust with the professional life and mainly quarter life crisis, lack of a girl friend etc. In 2007, the posts were extremely depressing, sad and annoying. If I read through those posts now, I can't believe that I had written those. Such strong languages, sense of despair, hopelessness and pessimism. The posts were like By the River XYZ, I sat down and wept. 2008 was a year of writing for the masses. It was the year when India witnessed the most and the horrific terror attacks. So, the posts were mainly on "What's Going On ?" type. A frustrated helpless citizen of a country which is bleeding. But otherwise, it seemed like that I was quite stable mentally, personally and professionally. 2009 was a cool year. Posts were mainly on music, movies, day-to-day life. 2010... its just 4 months now and hence no pattern detected. Someday, may be after 20 years from now, if I still continue this trend and habit of writing blogs, it will be nice to compile everything in one single book named Anecdotes from the Life of an Ordinary Man, I don't know if anybody will publish it but there will be atleast one buyer... that's me.  But, its evident that writing actually reflect our state of mind. And reading through my own writings I can confidently say that I have grown matured over the years. I have gained better control of my life. That's Good...

Yummy Kentuckies

For sometime I was craving for Kentucky fried chickens. Bored of staying under house arrest for a few weeks, finally I went out to hangout all with myself. I bought some music CDs, books and usual window shopping. Something in the mall reminded me of my college library. As I was browsing through the book pages, a teenaged couple sat by my side and disguised as book readers started doing PDA (Public Display of Affection). They were a cute young couple, and I left the spot to give them some privacy. Similar scenes were seen in my college library, where a few fortunate boys could grab one of from the scarce female species, and library was their favorite haunts. Anyways. Finally stood in a long queue to grab my potion of Kentucky, and headed towards home. It was so humid today and I sweated like hell. More or less, it was a pacifying evening spent.

linkedin.com

Over the past few weeks, I am increasingly visiting linkedin.com, and building my professional network of trusted contacts. In fact its my favorite way to kill my time. Just go through the public profiles, read through the works they have done. It feels nice to read through the professional achievements of people and sometimes its a bit depressing to think on my own context if I have done anything great in the last 6 years of my professional life, besides doing justice to my salary. But, trying to go with the pace, I too have built my professional profile. Bits and bytes of the works I have done, I can call it my online resume. But seriously, linkedin.com is amazing. It really feels good to read through works done by great minds. I was going through the professional profile of one of the great minds, architect of my company. 20 years back he wrote his own CVS for version control of sources, and it was being used for 10+ years in the company until the company moved to some enterprise CVS solution. At the end of the day, its do what you love and love what you do...

Me & My Vagabond

Like many others, I even fell pray to the critical illness of one sided love during my college days. It took almost 2 semesters (1 yr.) to come out of the confusion. As I was recovering from it, I used to listen to all those sentimental heart broken songs. But as they say, time heals everything. I got rid of the abnormality too  and became normal once again. However, the whole episode introduced me to some nice heart breaking songs and one of them being Main Aur Meri Awargi by Kishore Kumar from the movie Duniya (1984). Awesome lyrics by Javed Akhtar and music by R.D. Burman. I used to listen to this song in a loop, lying down in my hostel room, staring blank at the ceiling. Now, I can't stop but laugh at myself when I think back :-D But the song is still my favorite and I listen to it often even now; ofcourse I no longer stare blank at my ceiling.

Here is the song:

It’s a long way to the sea

in a move to align the cost structures across all geographical sites, all are expected to fill up their own water bottles from the water dispensers...
      A house-keeping guy was trying to move a water dispenser, newly bought, in the cafeteria. So, when his job of filling up the water bottles will be done by people themselves, from these water dispensers, it means from tomorrow he is no longer required for this task. I felt as though I was being asked to do something which is going to take over my work soon and is a threat to my daily bread & butter; and still I have to do it and I am doing it. I remembered an Assamese movie named Xagoroloi Bohudoor (It’s a long way to the sea). The story revolves around a boatman who earns his living by sailing boat in the nearby ghats. Problem arises when the government decides to construct a bridge on it which will deprive his earnings. His son who lives in city wants his father only to take care of their property. I co-related that it's the same feeling of watching the inauguration of a bridge by a boatman, he knows everyone will use the bridge to cross the river and he has gone unemployed from now onwards. Although, people says life moves on, this is not the end to it, sometimes I feel these thoughts to be too much heavy. May be strong "F" (feeling) part of my character kicking in here.

An Hour for the Earth

One of my friend tweeted ... "We Celebrate Four Earth Hours everyday. Some of the fortunate folks from rural India celebrate as high as 12 to 14 hours of earth hours daily !!!" I took a moment and thought for a while and felt the strong message behind this. But when rich nations talk about conservation of energy, I feel a bitter hypocrisy. Developed nations waste energy like anything. Wash off yourself first before pointing fingers at others' ass. Last year when I was in the States for some weeks, I myself observed how the lights in the corridors of buildings are switch on 24x7, that too all incandescent bulbs.. while we in India, inspite of being poor are far more energy conscious to buy CFLs. And one fine day these nations will come out of an idea of observing Earth Hour to conserve energy. Waste energy all through the year and as a mere stunt of showing care, observe Earth Hour. And, news channels will say "Sydney Dims Lights for earth Hour"... "Lights in Eiffel Tower switched off to observe Earth Hour" etc etc. I am not against Earth Hour. Even I'll keep my lights off from 8:30PM to 9:30PM to observe Earth Hour. Its a good way of spreading the message among rustics. Save Energy For India's Self Reliance.

Will they make them sing in German, even the pigeons? ... I don't know

I have a very strong habit of collecting ebooks. It's like people collect stamps, coins, I collect ebooks. But, I am restricted to collecting only technical books... books on computers, or IT as people call it. Well, I don't think I am doing piracy or anything like that, because whenever I like a book, I buy it. And I strongly believe in buying the original book. Anyways, I am not  trying to write about piracy here. Most recently I realized that all these years I am just collecting books but not actually reading them. Everytime, I carry my laptop its like I am carrying an ocean of knowledge and wisdom in the form of bits and bytes, in the form of ebooks. And, I never ever spent some quality time trying to read them. Lately, I am feeling a bit guilty... I am feeling the same way little Franz felt in Alphonse Daudet's The Last Lesson. Many of us must have read this prose in high school. Every time I think about life seriously, I feel like little Franz. I feel how much time I must have wasted doing nothing. When time is actually running out, I feel there was so much good things to do. Its not that I am going to die sooner, but ya, there was so much thing to learn and know.  Just posting The Last Lesson here, as it happen to be one of those proses which I find relevant in our lives.

I started for school very late that morning and was in great dread of a scolding, especially because M. Hamel had said that he would question us on participles, and I did not know the first word about them. For a moment I thought of running away and spending the day out of doors. It was so warm, so bright! The birds were chirping at the edge of the woods; and in the open field back of the sawmill the Prussian soldiers were drilling. It was all much more tempting than the rule for participles, but I had the strength to resist, and hurried off to school.
When I passed the town hall there was a crowd in front of the bulletin-board. For the last two years all our bad news had come from there—the lost battles, the draft, the orders of the commanding officer—and I thought to myself, without stopping:
“What can be the matter now?”
Then, as I hurried by as fast as I could go, the blacksmith, Wachter, who was there, with his apprentice, reading the bulletin, called after me:
“Don’t go so fast, bub; you’ll get to your school in plenty of time!”
I thought he was making fun of me, and reached M. Hamel’s little garden all out of breath.
Usually, when school began, there was a great bustle, which could be heard out in the street, the opening and closing of desks, lessons repeated in unison, very loud, with our hands over our ears to understand better, and the teacher’s great ruler rapping on the table. But now it was all so still! I had counted on the commotion to get to my desk without being seen; but, of course, that day everything had to be as quiet as Sunday morning. Through the window I saw my classmates, already in their places, and M. Hamel walking up and down with his terrible iron ruler under his arm. I had to open the door and go in before everybody. You can imagine how I blushed and how frightened I was.
But nothing happened. M. Hamel saw me and said very kindly:
“Go to your place quickly, little Franz. We were beginning without you.”

I jumped over the bench and sat down at my desk. Not till then, when I had got a little over my fright, did I see that our teacher had on his beautiful green coat, his frilled shirt, and the little black silk cap, all embroidered, that he never wore except on inspection and prize days. Besides, the whole school seemed so strange and solemn. But the thing that surprised me most was to see, on the back benches that were always empty, the village people sitting quietly like ourselves; old Hauser, with his three-cornered hat, the former mayor, the former postmaster, and several others besides. Everybody looked sad; and Hauser had brought an old primer, thumbed at the edges, and he held it open on his knees with his great spectacles lying across the pages.
While I was wondering about it all, M. Hamel mounted his chair, and, in the same grave and gentle tone which he had used to me, said: “My children, this is the last lesson I shall give you. The order has come from Berlin to teach only German in the schools of Alsace and Lorraine. The new master comes to-morrow. This is your last French lesson. I want you to be very attentive.” What a thunderclap these words were to me!
Oh, the wretches; that was what they had put up at the town-hall!
My last French lesson! Why, I hardly knew how to write! I should never learn any more! I must stop there, then! Oh, how sorry I was for not learning my lessons, for seeking birds’ eggs, or going sliding on the Saar! My books, that had seemed such a nuisance a while ago, so heavy to carry, my grammar, and my history of the saints, were old friends now that I couldn’t give up. And M. Hamel, too; the idea that he was going away, that I should never see him again, made me forget all about his ruler and how cranky he was.
Poor man! It was in honor of this last lesson that he had put on his fine Sunday clothes, and now I understood why the old men of the village were sitting there in the back of the room. It was because they were sorry, too, that they had not gone to school more. It was their way of thanking our master for his forty years of faithful service and of showing their respect for the country that was theirs no more.
While I was thinking of all this, I heard my name called. It was my turn to recite. What would I not have given to be able to say that dreadful rule for the participle all through, very loud and clear, and without one mistake? But I got mixed up on the first words and stood there, holding on to my desk, my heart beating, and not daring to look up. I heard M. Hamel say to me:
“I won’t scold you, little Franz; you must feel bad enough. See how it is! Every day we have said to ourselves: ‘Bah! I’ve plenty of time. I’ll learn it to-morrow.’ And now you see where we’ve come out. Ah, that’s the great trouble with Alsace; she puts off learning till to-morrow. Now those fellows out there will have the right to say to you: ‘How is it; you pretend to be Frenchmen, and yet you can neither speak nor write your own language?’ But you are not the worst, poor little Franz. We’ve all a great deal to reproach ourselves with.
“Your parents were not anxious enough to have you learn. They preferred to put you to work on a farm or at the mills, so as to have a little more money. And I? I’ve been to blame also. Have I not often sent you to water my flowers instead of learning your lessons? And when I wanted to go fishing, did I not just give you a holiday?”
Then, from one thing to another, M. Hamel went on to talk of the French language, saying that it was the most beautiful language in the world—the clearest, the most logical; that we must guard it among us and never forget it, because when a people are enslaved, as long as they hold fast to their language it is as if they had the key to their prison. Then he opened a grammar and read us our lesson. I was amazed to see how well I understood it. All he said seemed so easy, so easy! I think, too, that I had never listened so carefully, and that he had never explained everything with so much patience. It seemed almost as if the poor man wanted to give us all he knew before going away, and to put it all into our heads at one stroke.
After the grammar, we had a lesson in writing. That day M. Hamel had new copies for us, written in a beautiful round hand: France, Alsace, France, Alsace. They looked like little flags floating everywhere in the school-room, hung from the rod at the top of our desks. You ought to have seen how every one set to work, and how quiet it was! The only sound was the scratching of the pens over the paper. Once some beetles flew in; but nobody paid any attention to them, not even the littlest ones, who worked right on tracing their fish-hooks, as if that was French, too. On the roof the pigeons cooed very low, and I thought to myself:
“Will they make them sing in German, even the pigeons?”
Whenever I looked up from my writing I saw M. Hamel sitting motionless in his chair and gazing first at one thing, then at another, as if he wanted to fix in his mind just how everything looked in that little school-room. Fancy! For forty years he had been there in the same place, with his garden outside the window and his class in front of him, just like that. Only the desks and benches had been worn smooth; the walnut-trees in the garden were taller, and the hopvine that he had planted himself twined about the windows to the roof. How it must have broken his heart to leave it all, poor man; to hear his sister moving about in the room above, packing their trunks! For they must leave the country next day.
But he had the courage to hear every lesson to the very last. After the writing, we had a lesson in history, and then the babies chanted their ba, be bi, bo, bu. Down there at the back of the room old Hauser had put on his spectacles and, holding his primer in both hands, spelled the letters with them. You could see that he, too, was crying; his voice trembled with emotion, and it was so funny to hear him that we all wanted to laugh and cry. Ah, how well I remember it, that last lesson!
All at once the church-clock struck twelve. Then the Angelus. At the same moment the trumpets of the Prussians, returning from drill, sounded under our windows. M. Hamel stood up, very pale, in his chair. I never saw him look so tall.
“My friends,” said he, “I—I—” But something choked him. He could not go on.
Then he turned to the blackboard, took a piece of chalk, and, bearing on with all his might, he wrote as large as he could:
“Vive La France!”
Then he stopped and leaned his head against the wall, and, without a word, he made a gesture to us with his hand:
“School is dismissed—you may go.”

The Pink Colored Slip...

How do u define a pink slip in the language of music ? Aaah... nothing to do with me being fired (atleast... till now). It just came to my mind. The following content is compiled here and there from the internet... just excerpts from some songs.

Eminem - Rock Bottom 

My life is full of empty promises, And broken dreams
I'm hoping things will look up
But there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished
Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day

Bruce Springsteen - Down Bound Train 

I had a job, I had a girl
I had something going, mister, in this world
I got laid off down at the lumber yard
Our love went bad, times got hard
Now I work down at the car wash
Where all it ever does is rain
Don't you feel like you're a rider on a down bound train.

Fastball - Nowhere Road

It's a nowhere road, It's a nowhere road
No matter where it goes it's a nowhere road
It's a nowhere road and I'm tired
It's a nowhere job and I'm fired
It don't matter what they say
You can't get there going this way?

Rod Stewart - Moment of Glory

Packed up all her bags and returned to her mother
Hurt and disillusioned but never down hearted
And meanwhile back in Boston the culprit lie thinkin'
Fired from his job and missing his children

Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - Just One Of Those Days

I pleaded my case but she wrote the pink slip
then I just shoke my head I said I don't beleive this
she sent me to the head of the discipline staff
I tried to play it off so I started to laugh
I said ha ha this story is great
it's a big misunderstanding one big mistake
he didn't think that it was funny he didn't even smile.

Eric Clapton - Double Trouble

Lay awake at night,
Oh so low, just so troubled.
Can't get a job,
Laid off and I'm having double trouble.

Simply Red - Money's Too Tight to Mention

I been laid off from work my rent is due
My kids all need brand new shoes
So I went to the bank to see what they could do
They said son looks like bad luck got a hold on you
Money's too tight to mention
I can't get an unemployment extension 

Ida Cox - Pink Slip Blues

Just a little pink slip, in a long white envelope
Just a little pink slip, in a long white envelope
Was the end of my road, was the last ray of my only hope
After four long years, Uncle Sam done put me on the shelf
After four long years, Uncle Sam done put me on the shelf
Cause that little pink slip means you got to go for yourself 

The Smiths - Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now

I was happy in the haze of a drunken hour
But Heaven knows I'm miserable now.
I was looking for a job and then I found a job
And Heaven knows I'm miserable now.
In my life why do I give valuable time
To people who don't care if I live or die? 

Another one in this link:
http://www.bluejeansplace.com/MyBluesSongs.html

Musafir ...

Saans rukti kahan hai kisis ki khatir
Ye safar to hai bas khudei ke khatir
Lamha lamha zindagi ka, lamha lamha zindagi ka hai haazir
Musafir hai, musafir

Chalte hain woh bhi jo tham jaate hain
Raaston se bhi aagey kadam jaate hain
Koi thehra kahan hai btaa phir
Koi thehra kahan hai btaa phir
Lamha lamha zindagi ka hai aakhir
Musafir hai, musafir

Baarishon ke ye mausam to pal bhar rahe
Khushak aankhon mein bheege se manzar rahe
Ek ehsaas ki ungli ko thaam ke
Tai kar raha hoon main, marhale shaam ke
Marhale shaam ke, marhale shaam ke
Lamha lamha zindagi ka hai aakhir
Musafir hai, musafir

Zindagi ko sabhi kuch kahan hai mila
Saans ka har kadam deta hai ye salaa
Jo na mila woh maujood har pal raha
Waqt mujhme hai tehra main chalta raha
Lamha lamha zindagi ka hai aakhir
Musafir hai, musafir

Song Name: Musafir
Film/Album: Lahore

Women In India... as I see it

March 8th is celebrated all over the world as the International Women's Day (IWD) and some countries like China, Russia, Bulgaria, Vietnam even declare this day as the national holiday. I am not really aware about state of women in these countries, but its such a hypocrisy on part of China to celebrate IWD. The whole world knows how Chinese authorities violates women’s human and reproductive rights by doing forced sterilizations and abortions on Tibetan Women. Anyways. My own India wont be far behind in celebrating IWD. TV channels will telecast programs and movies dedicated to women; shopping malls will give special discounts to women on this day; coffee shops and restaurants will be decorated in pink and what not. But is this one day affair is all what's required? Crime against women probably surpasses all other crimes in India, even though majority of the crimes goes unrecorded. Its high time that Indian authorities look beyond 33% reservations for women in the parliament. Just compiling the reality of the status of Indian Women in the eve of 99th International Women Day...

Female Foeticide and Infanticide: Cruelty against women are witnessed in the form of abortion of female foetus and killing of infant female. Female foetuses are selectively aborted after pre-natal sex determination, thus avoiding the birth of girls. As a result of selective abortion, between 35 and 40 million girls and women are missing from the Indian population. In some parts of the country, the sex ratio of girls to boys has dropped to less than 800:1,000 which is a matter of grave concern. Preference of male child and so called burden of marriage associated with female child is the sole cause of this crime. Although, pre-natal sex determination is illegal in India, but many many greedy doctors still do such heinous crimes.


Discrimination within household : Preference for the male child leads to gender discrimination inside the household itself. This is reflected in amount of food given to the female members of the family, which results in malnutrition and diseases related to nutritional deficiency. On the other side, women (mother, wife, even sisters) are by default considered as the cook and caretakers for the family members, which is even seen in urban Indian households.


Deprivation from the Right to Education: Indian society, specially rural India, regards girl child as a temporary member of the family, as they think girls are meant to be married off. So, an utter apathy exists for the education of children. As a result of this, female children are often deprived  from their right to education. Life is just spent caring for the husband and children and the family.


Lack of Opportunity to Work: While rural India sees female children being deprived from education, upper caste society in India prohibits their female members to work. Education is primarily meant for getting a decent bride-groom.

Dowry: Dowry is a curse for Indian women. Majority of the women related crimes in Indian society is due to dowry. Its because of dowry female foeticide and infanticide are prevalent. The need for a dowry for girl children, and the ability to demand a dowry for boys exerts considerable economic pressure on families to use any means to avoid having girls, who are seen as a liability. Dowry is demanded from the husband’s side (in-laws) when younger women get married and when it doesn't meet the greed of the husband's family, newly married women become subject to verbal and physical abuse. In many cases, young brides are burnt to death by her in-laws if the parents fail to meet the requisite dowry demanded. In the majority of cases, the legal system has no impact on the practice of dowry. It is estimated that a dowry death occurs in India every 93 minutes. Its so shameful that I see people of my generation, the so called well educated and well mannered, also expect dowry when they are getting married. They say that its a social status for their families. What The Fuck!

Other forms of Crimes Against Women: Killing of women are reported some parts of the country when they marry with someone from other caste, religion or just against the will of the family. Women are again doubted for their chastity and subjected to a lot of crimes.

Along with all these, India shares with the other countries of the world, the crimes against women like rape, molestation, sexual harassment at work places, forced pornography, prostitution etc.

Since centuries, women in India are always at the receiving end. Oppression of women are sometimes due to religious reasons. Islam permits polygamy and gives women fewer rights than men. Among Hindus, preference for the male child is likewise deeply enshrined in belief and practice. Hinduism represent the ideal woman as obedient and submissive, and always needing the care of a male: first father, then husband, then son.

The status of women in a society can be determined by their education, health, economic role, presence in the professions and management, and decision-making power within the family. It is deeply influenced by the beliefs and values of society. Awareness and enthusiasm to think and question the existing beliefs and social notions is very important to put an end to this.  Although things have improved in recent past, but we have a long way to go. Anyways, Happy Women's Day to All ...

when the days are all same ...

It becomes extremely difficult to distinguish between any two days when the days of a week are all the same. Waking up in the morning, get a cup of tea, go to office, have breakfast, work, have lunch, work, have tea, work, come back home, have dinner, watch TV and finally go to sleep. That's a long sentence, but it tell about most of the days of the year. When life becomes so mechanical, we usually forget about things which are done subconsciously. A few back days, I felt utterly confused after reaching office whether I switched off the regulator of the LPG at home. While my subconscious mind told me that I had switched it off, my conscious mind kept telling me that it was done yesterday not today. The confusion reached such a stage that I rushed back home, and checked the cylinder to find that it was properly switched off. This is just an instance of many such occurrences. Is there a cure for it ? I guess no...

Music Liveth Forever More...

I watched a movie named "The Boat that Rocked". Based on a radio station in the North Sea in 1960s. A radio station called Radio Rock that plays 24x7 Pop & Rock. Radio Rock's controversial on-air antics ruffled the feathers of a British Government minister, who left no stone unturned to pass a new law under which Radio Rock and its broadcasting becomes illegal. As the radio station was going off the air from the midnight of the 1st of January, this is something told by one of the DJs to its listeners...

To all our listeners,
this is what I have to say...God bless you all.

And as for you bastards in charge, don't dream it's over.
Years will come, years will go.. 

And politicians will do fuck all, to make the world a better place.

But all over the world...
Young men and young women will always dream dreams
and put those dreams into song.

Nothing important dies tonight.
Just a few ugly guys on a crappy ship.

The only sadness tonight is that,
in future years,
there'll be so many fantastic songs
that it will not be our privilege to play.

But, believe you me, they will still be written.
They will still be sung
and they will be the wonder of the world.

Yes... no one can kill music ...

plagiaristically similar...

 

Song: Paisa

OST: De Dana Dan [2009]

Music Director: Pritam

Song: Y'All Want a Single

Album: Take a Look in the Mirror [2004]

Original By : Korn

my comments inline...

I liked the movie 3 Idiots, except for some craps like the child birth scene and all. I even loved the song "Give Me Some Sunshine", beautifully done by its makers. However, I somehow don't agree at all with the literal meaning of its lyrics. I don't know if I interpreted it rightly, but my comments are inline...

Saari umar hum
Mar mar ke jee liye
Ek pal to ab humein jeene do
Jeene do

[Myself] How do you actually define "Mar mar ke jee liye" ? If you mean that you were made to study subjects you never liked, I believe all students in India get a chance to select their choice of subjects after 10th Standard. If you were made to study subjects like history, geography, civics etc till 10th standard and you were actually interested in science and mathematics, that was for your good only. I think little knowledge of those things are necessary for overall development of a human being. Because later when you are grown up, you wont be able to corelate things in life. For Example, you dont have a basic knowledge of geography, I bet you wont understand the weather phenomenon. You did not learn civics, and now you dont know about the basic structure of our government and so on. You did learn English properly, dont know grammers and composition; will you be able to write a proper email or make a good presentations ? Think about it.

Give me some sunshine
Give me some rain
Give me another chance
I wanna grow up once again

[Myself] No body debar you from growing up intellectually. If you were pressurised to study or compete with your peers by your parents beyond your capability, you should have had a discussion with your parents regarding your problems and concerns. They are your parents, not your boss. Even bosses in corporate world look for the overall growth of their employees; so your parents would have definitely listen to you.

Kandhon ko kitabon
Ke bojh ne jhukaya
Rishvat dena to khud
Papa ne sikhaya
99% marks laaoge to ghadi, varna chhadi

[Myself] About the loads of books, I understand the problem and I think all concerned schools have already taken up measures for this. As of me, I never had this problem. So, it wont make justice if I comment on it. As of giving bribes, no body teaches you to bribe people. You bribe people because you need a shortcut, or dont want to take the pain of standing in queues. As of bribing for getting government jobs and all other similar things, we have to collaborate among ourselves to end this evil. How many of us really give a thought on this ? We all have the "chalta hain" attitude and this is eating the morale of the countrymen like the termites. Again, its a bad things to bargain with your parents or guardians for material things in lieu of good marks in examinations.

Likh likh kar pada hatheli par
Alpha, beta, gamma ka chaala
Concentrated H2SO4 ne poora
Poora bachpan jalaa daala

[Myself] Okay, it means you were interested in Literature but you were forced to go for science subjects. If you were so determined with your decisions why didn't you try to have a discussion with your parents. OK, you were unable to convince and you failed in 11th. Was it the end of the world ? Speak up your mind and change the stream. Your life is in your hand, atelast with the decisions you take in life. So, think about it and just do it. I am not trying to be a personality development teacher here, its just a commonsense dude.

Bachpan to gaya
Jawani bhi gayi
Ek pal to ab humein
Jeene do jeene do

Bachpan to gaya
Jawani bhi gayi
Ek pal to ab humein
Jeene do jeene do

[Myself] I was expected to be a doctor by my parents as my elder brother opted for engineering. But, I never wanted to be a doctor for my fear of blood and all. So, I spoke out my mind and even did not opt for biology as a subject. Although I am not a very successful person now, but atleast I don't carry that feeling that my "bachpan" and "jawani" got wasted.

Saari umar hum
Mar mar ke jee liye
Ek pal to ab humein jeene do
Jeene do

Na na na….Na na na….Na na na….Na na nana na….

Give me some sunshine
Give me some rain
Give me another chance
I wanna grow up once again

[Myself] The whole of these lyrics signify the life of a coward and timid person to me. And, it was infact evident from the movie when the singer of this song ended his life. But Suraj Jagan (Ex vocalist of Chakraview, the legendary rock band of 90's) beautifully sang this song and the I loved the acoustic tune a lot too.

End of Terror Free Break...

So, perpetrators striked my city yesterday evening... German Bakery, an iconic hangout place in Koregaon Park known for the Osho Ashram, a number of food joints and homes of some of the richest people of the city, and a place frequented by foreigners. But is that the end of the ambiance of Koregaon Park or KP, as we name it ? Come on, give me a fucking break. History says, where there are civilised people, there are uncivilized ones. And often these uncivilized beasts are laggards who will try to pull behind the civilized ones by doing these types of heinous deeds of killing innocent people. Terrorism is something we have to live with it, and the people who preach terror, like the carriers of germs are something who will keep doing their filthy stuffs. And probably there is no vaccine for that. Lets bear the brunt of neighboring the beasts for 60 years now. And, we think of having aman ki aasha, having peace projects with them. What the Fuck? But I still think about those people who live here, eat here, drink here, but also provide logistics for carrying out such flagitious deeds ...  While the friends and families of the victims will have to live with the consequences forever, the incident will soon be forgotten. Probably we Indians believe in life goes on to such an extent that we end up feeding mutter-paneer to terrorist in jail and comforting him for more than a year now. Because we still follow the saying that "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind", let the beasts bordering us make all of us blind. We wont retaliate. Lets do bilateral peace talks, hold peace projects, while they laugh at us. Shame on Us !!! We were safe for last 14 months... too long a time without a terror attack in India. And, we have it now.

Valentine's Day Songs for the Single

As I was surfing through the music channels in my idiot box, I saw a number of love songs collection albums being released for Valentine's Day. But has anyone thought about a musical album for the single or the uncoupled? So, I came up with such a list of songs:

• Everybody Hurts (R.E.M)
• Funeral of Hearts (HIM)
• Go Your Own Way (Fleetwood Mac)
• Love Bites (Def Leppard)
• Whiskey In The Jar (Metallica)
• She Hates Me (Puddle of Mud)
• You Give Love a Bad Name (Bon Jovi)
• Everything About You (Ugly Kid Joe)
• Tainted Love (Depeche Mode)
• Love Hurts (Nazareth)
• Used to Love Her (Guns 'N Roses)
• Valentine's Day (Linkin Park)

"Q" or Kyun ?

Whenever I stand in a queue waiting for my turn, a question always arises in my mind. "Why an average Indian don't respect the queue ?" I really don't know what goes in the mind of a person who never (or want to) respect the queue ? Is it a mere ignorance or a sign of arrogance ? Recently, I was standing in the queue of departmental store waiting for the billing, I saw a lady in her mid thirties with a kid suddenly breaking the queue and joining another queue. Another lady who was already in that queue protested, but this lady just replied that she saw no one when she came and started putting all her stuffs in the billing desk. The poor billing guy seemed helpless. I kept observing such incidents. Many times a polite remark of "Please Come in the Queue"  works, but sometimes not. Here is something for such "Breaking the Queue" type of people...

Do you feel more important than the people queuing in front of you?
-> Start having respect for others. Respect for one another let the world go. Even the planets in the solar system respects each other, just avoiding a collision.

Do you assume you are in a legitimate hurry whilst the other people on the queue may be in no rush at all?
-> If your are in real hurry and will miss your train and you have very few items to bill, just share it with the people ahead of you.
 
Do you assume your time is more precious than the next person’s?
-> Its high time that you rethink again.

Do you feel it is demeaning to wait in line for your turn?
-> You are wrong. Your respect for the queue and other people in the queue will show that you are a well mannered and well cultured person.  


We were once told in school by our Principal while queuing for something that the rule of thumb to maintain the queue is to remember who is infront of you. And, I still follow it. We should always know that its our behavior which ultimately is our identity. So stop behaving like "Kyun" [Why] when you are in a "Q" !!! 

Save The Tigers

A recent census showed that there are only 1411 tigers left in our country. Our national animal is on the verge of extinction !!! Doesn't it mean that our glory is at stake ? Its our own greed and selfishness which has almost wiped out this animal from the face of the planet; so now its our responsibility to wake up and do something. I am not very optimistic that we will succeed, but here is a small try ... something to make people aware. I know no poachers will see this video, but may be just for my own mental satisfaction. At least I wont repent that I did not offer my 20 cents ...  I don't want to watch a movie called Tigris Park five years down the line based on a extinct creature called Tigers !!!

Endangered species, caged in fright
Shot in cold blood, no chance to fight
The stage is set, now pay the price
An ego boost, don't think twice
Technology, the battle's unfair
You pull the hammer without a care
Squeeze the trigger that makes you Man
Pseudo-safari, the hunt is canned...
The hunt is canned

All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Tell the truth, you wouldn't dare
The skin and trophy, oh so rare
Silence speaks louder than words
Ignore the guilt, and take your turn
Liars anagram is "lairs"
Man you were never even there
Killed a few feet from the cages
Point blank, you're so courageous...
So courageous

All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

One hour from now,
another species of life form
will disappear off the face of the planet
forever...and the rate is accelerating

All are gone, all but one
No contest, nowhere to run
No more left, only one
This is it, this is the Countdown to Extinction

Cabin Fever

A few days back I watched Jack Nicholson starer, a 1980 flick, The Shining. Its one of those spine-chilling movies I ever watched. All Work No Play, Makes Jack A Dull Boy stuff was the best. Another one was the young kid uttering REDRUM in a sense of trance and writing it in the doors, the mirror image of which spell MURDER. Jack was driven crazy by the cabin fever or solitary confinement in the hotel. I often proudly say to my colleagues and friends that I can spend days and days inside the house, totally solo, like I did during the year end break last year. There is nothing called cabin fever which can affect me. But, lemme rethink now. I say, I can spend time in a solo state for days and days; but I get crazy even if my internet is down for more than one day or my TV subscription is over. But given a chance, I would surely like to experience a Cabin Fever, not in a scary place like the Overlook Hotel, but some place else, more decent. A TV with all sorts of channels, unlimited food supplies, some basic medicines, a dog (preferably a Labrador Retriever), lots of books (fictions mainly) and lots of DVDs should be enough to spend 2-3 months atleast, I suppose. And, the place should be a cold place and with snowfalls if possible. Hello.... wake up.. there is nothing called even a Free cabin fever !!!

Free Bird

I was watching a flick called The Devil Rejects, a so so type of horror, serial killer etc type movie. What I liked most is the back ground score. And I liked the musical score that was being played towards the end of the movie. Its Free Bird by Lynard Skynard. Awesome guitar. This song also featured in Guitar Hero - II.

 

remembering the perfidies...

To be born in a free country is a great feeling. But how does one define freedom ? Is it the state of not being under a foreign rule ? But how does one define a foreigner ? Difference in color, religion, race, caste, creed .... ? I don't know. For me freedom is just the freedom of thoughts and expression. I ask myself, Am I Free ? Oh Yes... I am free. I have the privilege of exercising RTI act. But I know I may be killed for doing so. Anyways, I woke up today at around 9:30 in the morning. I was woken not by my alarm clock or by my thoughts of "it's time for office". But someone in the neighbor was playing "Aye Mere Watan Ke Logo" (ए मेरे वतन के लोगों) ("O! the people of my country!") at the loudest possible volume and I realized that its Republic Day today and its a Holiday. I picked up the Times of India and it says its the 60th Republic Day. Good. At least this day can be celebrated as a betrayal day. How we betrayed ourselves, betrayed with the dream of our fore fathers for this country !!! The country was a child then. The child is grown now and the dream is gone. Lets all just wish for a day that there will be a time when India will be a country where people have the freedom to think and act the righteous things. I utilized the Republic Day holiday to clean my house and my clothes...  

What's My Type ?

As a part of mandatory learning and development trainings, I took the MBTI test some weeks ago. The Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) assessment is a psychometric questionnaire designed to measure psychological preferences in how people perceive the world and make decisions. Although, I was very much skeptical about the effectiveness of MBTI, but I was taken aback my looking at my assessment report today. It was almost 90% correct in saying what type of personality I belong to. I was surprised to see that I also think in the similar way about myself. So, as per the interpretation, I belong to ISFJ (Introversion, Sensing, Feeling, Judgment) personality type.

The MBTI preferences indicate the differences in people based on the following:

• How they focus their attention or get their energy (Extraversion or Introversion)
• How they perceive or take in information (Sensing or iNtuition)
• How they prefer to make decisions (Thinking or Feeling)
• How they orient themselves to the external world (Judgment or Perception)

         In general terminology, my personality type is something which is quiet, friendly, responsible, and conscientious. Committed and steady in meeting their obligations. Thorough, painstaking, and accurate. Loyal, considerate, notice and remember specifics about people who are important to them, concerned with how others feel. Strive to create an orderly and harmonious environment at work and at home. I believe knowing the personality type of the other person helps us in communicating in  a more effective way.

Belief Triumphs ...

People talk about Windows 7, MacOS X, Ubuntu... and what not. Although all my personal computing needs are fulfilled by Windows XP and Fedora Linux, but when it comes to doing stuff in larger scale, like my job assignments, I have a very deep belief and trust on the Solaris operating system by SUN. I think Solaris has the cleanest kernel among all OSes and all that is needed for enterprise computing. So, often I compare Solaris with other OSes like Linux, HP-UX or AIX and (try to) make fun of my colleagues who don't work in Solaris. Till now Solaris also never betrayed me. I never encountered anything for which I had to conclude with a remark that its a limitation on the part of the OS. It was just on last Friday, me and my colleague had to fix a kernel panic. The panic was preventing the machine to come up. At the first glance, it looked so simple. Just boot the system in a single user mode, do fsck on the corrupt file system and restore the kernel drivers or configurations which created the panic. But NO. Hours and hours of trial went in vain. No logs, system messages were of any help, nor we were missing something very obvious. It was frustrating. The other way was to take a backup of the stuffs and have a reinstall. But, it appeared to be a too average way of doing things. So trials and trials ... Finally the system came up cleanly, may be after 6-7 hours of our war on Panic :-). Something clicked the mind at the right time and it worked. What was done is beyond the scope of this post but concluding remark of the whole exercise will be "Belief Alone Triumphs" !!! It was indeed a great satisfaction.

2010 - 1st Post

My blog was lying stale for 17 days and this is the 1st post for this year. Before I realized, 2 weeks of the new year has already passed. Strange !!! It seemed like just a few days back when it was New Year's Eve. People make resolutions for the new year, but I don't. I find it difficult to adhere to resolutions. I just believe in making short time plans and trying to stick to it. I am keeping a record of movies I watched since the 1st of Jan - 2010. Nothing official about it, but thought it will be nice to post the list of movies I watched in the whole year, on 31st Dec - 2010. But only movies which I am watching for the 1st time. 2nd time view finds no place in my spreadsheet. And know what, I am using Google Docs for this.Updating documents in the cloud ? :-)

finally...

So, my last post of 2009. Finally, everyone is going to bid adieu to 2009 in a few hours and tomorrow morning will be the aurora of another new year. As they say, time flies by the window as the pendulum swings. I just cooked my New Year Eve's dinner with Pink Floyd ringing their division bell in the background. Potato-Green Peas-Soya Bean curry amalgamated with Salsa sauce. Oh no, no resolution to be a vegetarian in the coming year, but just to go with the tradition of eating veg on Thursday. Still have yummy mutton curry in the fridge and at the first moment thought of eating it after 12 midnight as it will be Friday by then. But it will appear too desperate. Anyways... Hope 2010 will be another nice year to be cherished for. Happy New Year - 2010 !!!

Happy New Year - 2010

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A Letter from Mr. Algebra to Mrs. Trigonometry

The way I am writing blogs over the past few years, I used to write stuffs for the Children & Youth Corner section of The Sentinel during my school and 10+2 days. While, these days, most of my blog posts are my own, but those days I used compile stuffs and post it for publishing. I used to compile facts, quizzes, scientific articles and sometimes humor. It was in the 90's, the era before internet came in. So, any such information was worth for publishing. And, I used to wait every Sunday morning for my stuffs to get published. I still have those newspaper cuttings back home. During this time, when I was in 11th standard, somewhere I found a humorous article about A Letter from Mr. Algebra to Mrs. Trigonometry. I found the letter too funny and so posted in the Sunday section of the newspaper. As always, it was published and I was too glad. But, I was taken aback by something which got published in the same section of the newspaper, a fortnight later, I suppose. The article was named as Reply from Mrs. Trigonometry to Mr. Algebra. It was written by a girl of my academic year, studying in one of the most well known girls college in Shillong. I still remember her name, but won't mention it here to protect her privacy. She wrote an amazing reply to my letter, but ofcourse rejected my proposal for marriage of my son to her daughter [see my letter below]. I don't remember the exact wordings of her letter. but she wrote something like in the world of  mathematics, where AP, GP and HP rules our life, we don't have time for such things like love and marriage. The letter which I posted to the newspaper was an well known one, a google search can find it now. But, she wrote her own reply, so it was unique. Her reply caused a lot of itching in my head. A few weeks of rigorous hunting along with two of my college friends, I could manage to find another girl, who was the daughter of the landlord of my friend, and who studied in the same class as Mrs. Trigonometry. So, I sent her a note that, why not we meet up somewhere. Those days, I was very much scared of things like meeting a girl etc. so to avoid complications, my friend typed the note in his dad's electronic typewriter, so that my handwriting can't be identified. But, few days later, I got a note from Mrs. Trigonometry (through the other girl ofcourse). It was written "You are calling me as though a hit-man is calling his opponent for a fight." The girl seemed to be braver than me, she wrote it in her own handwriting and I should admit that her handwriting was very nice. That was the last I heard from her, neither I replied to her note. I was too much scared about anything related to girls those days and was a nerd also. But, I was told later, by all the third parties involved in this correspondence that she was pretty ;-).


LETTER FROM MR.ALGEBRA TO MRS.TRIGONOMETRY:

Algebra,
Binomial House,
Divergent Street,
MATHS NAGAR

To
Mrs.Trigonometry,
Calculus Street,
Mechanic Row,
MATHS NAGAR.

My dear Trigonometry,

With due calculations I am asking your opinion about the marriage of my son, master Zero with your daughter, Miss Infinity. Mr.Statistic and Mr.Calculus are of an identical opinion. They say that their stats promise a happy combination. You know their love is unparalleled and any interception in their marriage plans would wreck havoc and disaster.

It is a proof that any digit upon zero is equal to infinity and any digit upon infinity is equal to zero . It is also true that neither of them possesses a weakness. My son Zero is a good and promising lad, who is emulated by many students in their examinations. He is a person of such immense will power that in spite of his multiplication and division he will yield only himself. As regards your daughter, Miss. Infinity, her beauty knows no ends. Intellectual gains have been baffled by her never ending beauty. I think the match will be a good one.

CONTINUED!!!
Will you please consult your formula and log tables for a suitable day for the ceremony? Please also do consult your esteemed sisters. Miss Solid geometry and Mrs.Co-ordinate Geometry.
Thanking you in anticipation.

Yours correctly,
Algebra .


P.S: I really don't know who is the original author of this letter, but I am thankful to him because what happened for this letter is really worth remembering.

enlightenment...

from The Bet by Anton Chekhov

"To-morrow at twelve o'clock I regain my freedom and the right to associate with other men, but before I leave this room and see the sunshine, I think it necessary to say a few words to you. With a clear conscience I tell you, as before God, who beholds me, that I despise freedom and life and health, and all that in your books is called the good things of the world.

"For fifteen years I have been intently studying earthly life. It is true I have not seen the earth nor men, but in your books I have drunk fragrant wine, I have sung songs, I have hunted stags and wild boars in the forests, have loved women. . . . Beauties as ethereal as clouds, created by the magic of your poets and geniuses, have visited me at night, and have whispered in my ears wonderful tales that have set my brain in a whirl. In your books I have climbed to the peaks of Elburz and Mont Blanc, and from there I have seen the sun rise and have watched it at evening flood the sky, the ocean, and the mountain-tops with gold and crimson. I have watched from there the lightning flashing over my head and cleaving the storm-clouds. I have seen green forests, fields, rivers, lakes, towns. I have heard the singing of the sirens, and the strains of the shepherds' pipes; I have touched the wings of comely devils who flew down to converse with me of God. . . . In your books I have flung myself into the bottomless pit, performed miracles, slain, burned towns, preached new religions, conquered whole kingdoms. . . .

"Your books have given me wisdom. All that the unresting thought of man has created in the ages is compressed into a small compass in my brain. I know that I am wiser than all of you.

"And I despise your books, I despise wisdom and the blessings of this world. It is all worthless, fleeting, illusory, and deceptive, like a mirage. You may be proud, wise, and fine, but death will wipe you off the face of the earth as though you were no more than mice burrowing under the floor, and your posterity, your history, your immortal geniuses will burn or freeze together with the earthly globe.

"You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.

"To prove to you in action how I despise all that you live by, I renounce the two millions of which I once dreamed as of paradise and which now I despise. To deprive myself of the right to the money I shall go out from here five hours before the time fixed, and so break the compact. . . ."

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1..2..3.. 4th today

Today is the 4th day of the 9 days Year End Break. 3 days passed just at the blink of the eyes. Of course I did not do anything special in these 3 days ummm 3.5 days now... Just slept, ate, watched TV, read newspaper, peeped through the pages of some books from my engineering curriculum and surfed the net. Yesterday, felt like writing an extension for Firefox which I was thinking for a long time, but realized that it needs a good knowledge of Java Script and X(ML)UI language. So ditched it. But frankly speaking, I am not bored at all in these days. Infact I am finding it hard to believe now that 3.5 days have already passed. People find it frightening to stay back at home all day, but I somehow enjoy it. Call me a lazy fellow, or whatever, that's how I am passing my days or may be weekends and holidays of last 2-3 years. Only worry is that nothing productive was done. I don't know why, may be I forgot the definition of being productive or doing productive. Just letting the days to go in its own. No plan, no strategy ... I mean that's what is vacation is for. Just connect with myself. I believe its good to spend atleast a week time of the year with oneself. May be most people don't get the opportunity and some don't want to do it. I feel myself to be lucky in that context.

yeah.. Shillong rocks !

Shillong deserves a special mention for the music scene which exists there. Rightly called The Scotland of East, can also be called as The Rock Capital of India. Some of the very matured bands of the country are from Shillong. The Great Society, Mojo, Soulmate are the names which needs no introduction. I read an article today in The Time of India, about an all girl rock band named Afflatus, christening them as the Spice Girls of India. A simple Google search revealed a lot about this band. Afflatus begin their musical journey in 2004, winning the second runners-up title in MTV Campus Rock Idols. This all-girl, 4-member band consists of Mercy on the drums, Karen on the guitar, Sharon on the bass, and Grace as the vocalist, has their musical influences from Beatles, Nirvana, Greenday Led Zap, RHCP etc. Afflatus recently represented India in the South Asian Bands Festival in along with three other bands, Malayali rock band “Avial”, Delhi-based rock band ‘Faridkot’ and Mumbai’s rock band “Pentagram”. Afflatus is currently working on their first album. Wishing them all the best in their musical endeavors.
 

The Joy Of Feeding

I love feeding animals. Let it be dogs, cows or any other animals. My mom said, when I was a child, I once fed a calf with cough syrup as I saw him coughing. Its also nice to feed goats as it gives a vellicating feeling in the hand when it eats from the hand. In cities, dogs are mostly available to feed. Few years ago, when I used to wait for my office shuttle, 2-3 dogs befriended me as I used to feed them biscuits during my waiting time there. A few days back, I and two of my colleagues were chatting about the upcoming year end break by our office. Seeing us, a stray dog came to us wagging his tail and sat beside us. Looking at him, it was evident that he was hungry. As always, I went to the nearby Pan-Shop and asked for a pack of Parle-G biscuits. I had to buy a pack of Good-Day as Parle-G was not available. It was an immense pleasure to feed the dog, looking at the way he was enjoying the biscuits. May be because of the cashew nuts in the biscuits ;-). The biscuits were like his dinner. And the feeling that the dog is happy make me happy. May be because, the dog can't say it verbally that he is hungry and even can't say thank you to you when you feed him. It can only expresses it with special expressions like wagging tails. That's what is joy of feeding.

10 ToDos for the Year End Break

1. Arrange my full collection of music according to genre, artist, year ...
2. Mend all my worn out jeans and make them fresh for the new year.
3. Clean each and every nook & corner of my house.
4. Long live Yahoo Messenger !
5. Zee Cinema, SET MAX, UTV Movies, Star Gold, Filmy, Zee Studio, MGM, PIX, HBO, WB & Star Movies
6. Chicken, Pork, Mutton - cook & eat
7. Times of India & Mirror
8. Lie down in the sofa, pretend to watch TV & Think About Life That WAS .. IS .. WILL BE and feel blissful
9. Sleep until I feel sleepy again
10. Blog and blog and blog ...

In short, spend the break all with myself... I, Me & Myself type ...

Cute But Sad

a hermit crab makes home of a broken bottle

 

What do I say about this picture? Its kinda cute to see the crab inside its home but sad to note that how we are polluting the nature and poor creatures around us are mistakenly accepting our trash as something useful for them. Or is it a mode of adaption for them in a human dominated world? Its even too late to give it a thought

P.S : Copyright of this picture lies with the original owner. If it looks like the copyright is getting violated, please drop a comment, I will remove the post.

Happy wala B'Day ...

If birthday is the beginning of another year, then I would wish Happy New Year to me. Yes, today I completed another year in the late twenties. Whole day went fine, not being busy at all in office. Cooked nice delicious Chicken Biriyani for myself. It was really yummy. Ofcourse, after all its the birthday wala biriyani.And now the final phase of the day; wishing myself and writing blog about my own birthday. Height of being idle ? Anyways, Happy Birthday to me and Many Many Happy Returns of the Day !!! Xho ... Xho ...

India Shining... a myth ?

I along with some of my colleagues were talking about our country over the evening cup of tea. Mera Bharat Mahan type of discussion.The fact and the reality kind of stuffs. Recently, I read it somewhere that by 2050 India will be the 3rd largest economy in the world. It was a feel good news item to read, but I feel we actually make fool of ourselves by making these types of speculations and clairvoyant remarks. 30% of our population is still under poverty lines.And, I think a portion of our country men unfortunate enough to even get included inside the 10 yearly census or such national surveys. I can say, poorer then poor people, which we can think are living in some of the remotest part in north eastern part of country. And, when we make statements like India is shining or India is economically getting powerful, we intentionally don't include these facts. These people are simple and innocence reigns their culture. Such people don't even get noticed till someone discovers that the land where these people lives and living since hundreds of years are rich in Uranium or other raw materials for mint machines. I remember, my dad telling us something many years ago when I was in high school. Dad was appointed for election duty in one of such remotest village near Cherrapunjee. The village head-man (Sarpanch) arranged for the stay of my dad and two other officials in the village only. The people there were so poor then they did not even had enough food for themselves. However, my dad and his colleagues were so moved by their hospitality. They did not have rice to eat, so offered oranges for eating. They don't have proper  place to sleep, but offered whatever they call it as their bed. This is just an instance. Probably, when we call India is Shining, we refer to just the urban India ? Yes, India is indeed shining, we have new hotels, newer malls coming up in every nook and corner of the city. And, what am I doing ? Just contributing 30% of my salary ? Something which needs a thought by all of us ....  News items from such remotest places needs attention, but media don't care. People are more interested in Shilpa Shetty's wedding in Khandala. Holy Shit.

TwentyTwelve

watched 2012 ... heard a lot of hypes about the movie. Although I don't watch movies for writing reviews about it, but my one liner for this movie will be awesome effects, awful rest. The flick has some cool visual effects, which kept me wondering !!! The earthquake effects and everything are really well done. But, apart from these, the movie don't have anything. Mediocre acting, directions. Another thing which really angered me is that not a single Indians were shown survived after the 2012 catastrophe :-) ... all in all, a time pass movie with nothing to take back home after the 2.5 hrs.

the year that was

Today is the 326th day of 2009 and 39 more days to go. The year passed by just at the blink of the eyes. Till today, 2009 seemed to be a okay, so so year for me. Hopefully, rest of the days will also pass in similar fashion. Apart from a vacation in US and an official trip to a South East Asian nation, the year was nothing different. The best thing of the year will be the new member in our family. My niece. Professionally. the year was just like the previous years. Recession ruled the financial side. No hikes, nothing. But thanks to God that I have a Job till now. I tried a number of expensive joints in the city and wasted a lot of mullahs in the weekends. But, I did nothing special, which is worth remembering, in the whole year. May be another year fully wasted. Lets see what happens in 2010.

So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for Those wasted years
Face up... make your stand, And realize you're living in the golden years

hmmm, that sounds like a nice consolation for a year wasted.

Desi Rock

Desi rock is getting popular among Bollywood. Call it a change in trend (very late though) or may be because of the energy, enthusiasm, style associated with it. Was Magik the 1st Bollywood rock band ? I don't know... may be yes. But the message in the movie Rock On was very much true. Desi rock has not matured, and its a long way to go, to get the level of professionalism needed to be a successful band. Launch Pad by Channel [V], and recently Rock On by MTV are some of the efforts for popularizing Desi Rock. Rock in India is still an UMM (Underground Music Movement), apart from a few successful indigenous bands like Parikrama, Pentagram, Agni, Mother Jane... to name a few. But these bands can't be exactly called Desi Rock Bands, as their lyrics are in English, while Desi Rock should be in Hindi or any Indian native language. Comparatively, Bangla Rock is at a high maturity level and North East is not behind. Still, Desi rock is something, which is just at infancy. However, its a positive sign that rock as a form of music is getting popular among mainstream music and Bollywood will be very helpful popularizing and spreading it to the masses. One thing, which I personally appreciate these days is that a rock version of a number is included in some of the movie OSTs. And, looking into the quality of those numbers, I can proudly say that Desi Rock is not very far behind. Some of the songs, the rock version of which I found very soothing are:

• Mit Jaye (Kidnap - 2008) 
• Emosanal Attyachaar (Dev D - 2009)
• Tum Mile (Tum Mile - 2009)
• Dil Ibaadat (Tum Mile - 2009)
  

A Quiet Friday Evening ...

End of a not so busy day at office. Moreover its a Friday evening. There was a time when I loved Friday evenings. I used to send forwarded emails with messages like Thanks God Its Friday. But I no longer thank God for a Friday, nor I send anyone, any emails with messages like Happy Weekend. Those days I was happy as the weekend has finally come, but then too I was confused what to do and how to spend 2 long paid time offs. May be I was going through quarter life crisis those days, and now I have survived that crisis. I no longer feel confused about how to spend the weekend. I know, either I will be in office on Saturday, and cleaning my not so dirty house on Sunday and cooking my lunch and dinner for both days. Television will be always ON for both the days.
       in your head... in your head... Zombie, zombie, zombie...ee.. eee.....   Aah, that's my mobile ringing and I see "Mom Calling" ... end of a quiet Friday evening dream as I was lying down in the sofa and pretending to watch a crappy Hindi movie in TV.. May be a symptom of Middle Life Crisis ??

November Rain

Never before in my 5.5 years of my stay in this part of the country, I witnessed raining so heavily in the month of November. Meteorological gurus say 90mm of rainfall is usually expected in November, but it has crossed 140mm already. Anyways, good for us as the city was already experiencing 15% water cut because of the deteriorating levels in the dams. But this type of change in climate raise a doubt in my mind. Soon, the educationalist in the country have to think about rewriting the geography books of the curriculum. While the books say, June to September is the rainy months, but downpour is being seen in odd months like November. Need a thought ... what say? Or, is the rain just a tribute to legendary rock band Guns' N Roses ?

Happy Children's Day ...

14th November... or Children's Day... A day I would like to remember more as a day dedicated to all privileged and under-privileged kids of the country rather than the birthday of the 1st prime minister of independent India. Till 12 years ago or so, this day had a great significance in my life. We used to have Children's Day celebration in our school. Whole day you play, the teachers will cook lunch for you. And whatever naughty things you do, you wont be scolded on that day. 14th November used to be in the last days of the academic year, as the annual exam starts a week or so after that. So, being a nerd, I used to have some tension for exam also. Anyways, 14th Nov was a day much awaited those days. Times have really passed faster... Another day which remind me that we are getting older ... But still we can try to find the children within ourselves and try to celebrate the day.

Remembering Jonky...

a tribute to a loving friend :-(

Every step we take, every move we make
Every single day, every time we pray
We'll be missing you
Thinking of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
We'll be missing you...

We Will Miss You

Sep 1999 - Nov 2009

Dear Jonky,
We all will miss you
May Your Soul Rest In Peace

You Will Always Be Remembered In Our Thoughts & Hearts

Welcome Back CREED

"One Last Breath", "My Sacrifice", "Arms Wide Open", "Whats This Life For" ... are still loved and widely played song of Creed, the American Rock Band. Now the great news is that the band has formally and officially reunited after 5 years since their split in 2004. And Creed is coming up with their new album called Full Circle towards the end of this month. Fabulous news for all Creed fans, including me. Quoting the Rolling Stone magazine,

The reconciliation began last December when Stapp reached out to Creed guitarist Mark Tremonti. They agreed to meet up at the Hard Rock Hotel in Florida before Stapp sang the “National Anthem” at the Champs Sports Bowl. “I was nervous, but also excited because I knew Mark would bring nothing but positivity,” says Stapp. “We exchanged family pictures and within 20 minutes we were jamming on acoustic guitars and talking about new songs.” They soon met up with drummer Scott Phillips and bassist Brian Marshall, who left Creed in 2000 but is returning for the new album and tour. “At that meeting we were collectively saying, ‘Hey man, I’m sorry if I hurt you or my choices did anything to cause you any pain. I have nothing but love and forgiveness for you and I hope you can forgive me. It’s all part of the process of reflection and not looking back at the six months out of 10 years that were trying.”

Now after the reunion of Creed, only time will tell the fate of band Alter Bridge, which was formed after the split of Creed by three members of Creed excluding lead vocalist Scott Stapp. Awaiting some great numbers by Creed as they offered in their previous three albums. Hail to Thee !!!

Rat Vs. Squirrel

Inglorious Basterds - the new offering from Quentin Tarantino. Loved the movie so much that ended up watching it twice in theater. Awesome script and direction. Brad Pit was good, but I liked the acting of Colonel Hans Landa most. Among all, the analogy between rats and squirrel with reference to Jews and Germans were the best.

“Unless some fool is stupid enough to try and handle a live one, rats don’t make it a practice of biting human beings. Rats were the cause of the bubonic plague, but that was some time ago…I propose to you any disease a rat could spread, a squirrel could equally carry. Yet I assume you don’t share the same animosity with squirrels that you do with rats…yet, they are both rodents, are they not? And except for the fact that one has a bit bushy tail, while the other has a long repugnant tail of rodent skin, they even look rather alike.”

As it can be implied from this analogy that it was the hatred for Jews which united Germans (Nazis) most rather than the feeling of belonging to the same nation. The same still applies even 65 years after the reign of Hitler, and the evils the world is facing.

No Fire Crackers Please

being a non-vegetarian and raising voice for the fellow animals
may be a case of being hypocrite, but I denounced fire crackers 4 years ago
!!! Please Say NO to Fire Crackers !!!

Happy Diwali

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Goa via Ganapatipule

No plan... no discussion. Me & my friend decided to have a break from our f**ked up routine life and started for Goa. We would have a halt in Ganapatipule, a beautiful beach in Konkan Maharashtra and then head for Goa. So, packed up a few pairs of clothes, filled up gas to the brim and started on the early morning of 30th Sep. We started through NH4, then a part through state highways and some parts through NH17. After 340km of awesome scenic drive, reached Ganapatipule. The beach is too good, without much crowd, but with a rough sea. Stayed for a night in the MTDC resort there and started for Goa on the morning of 1st Oct. Panjim is almost 260 km from Ganapatipule through NH17. I should say NH17 and Rainy season... a beautiful combination. The whole drive was so calm and peaceful along the green shades. I realized that heaven is a place on earth. Reached Goa by late afternoon. Checked into a resort. Visited the nearby beaches. Beach was mostly occupied by desi and almost no firangs. Next day, went for churches in Old Goa. It was raining cats and dogs the whole day and spoiled almost the whole day. Never experienced such rains in my life time. Wet & Dry can never co-exist. But when rain and dry-day coalesce, it makes a devastating combination. Enjoyed Goa trance and house in one of the beach side pub till late night. Visited Arambol Beach, a beach around 60km from Panjim next day and finally headed for home. The drive back to Pune via Aamboli Ghat was a memorable one. With fogs and rains making visibility ~ zero, it was an amazing drive. All in all it was a good vacation, a nice break from the daily routine and some amazing experiences. 4 days nicely qualified for a memorable vacation.