Well, the last blog of 2008. Life has been so good in 2008 but not sure whether 2009 will be the same as 2008! Ironically, whatever and however we need to live with it.
Everyone in office have already gone into holiday mood and few people have already gone on Holidays. Sadly, few lives became the victims of redundancy drive. My heart goes to all of them. And wish them a very good luck for next year and their next career path.
Andrew Moss, CEO of Aviva Group came personally to everyone who work in St.Helen's and greeted for Christmas and new year. Its nice to see such a authority come individually to you and wish for a good break. I talked to him for almost two minutes and those two minutes will be most memorable.
I'm here just waiting for 2008 to fade away in front of my eyes. I can also see 2008 giving birth to 2009 but die before it gives birth to it. Hope 2008 wishes me a very good luck/life with its child.
Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Tuesday, 16 December 2008
Hello December..
Being in London, I won't be forgiven if I don't write anything about December on my blog. Because, the month of December is so special to everyone around here. Right from the Pantomime to Pressies, everything becomes so special. So much so difference you can observe on the roads. With crowded streets, decorated shops and glittering demonstration lights. people in search of gifts for their loved ones becomes the sole objective of the month. Offices throw party for their employees. Colleagues get together for a year end pints. Even the Starbucks coffee start to taste differently.
My life has also observed few special moments in this month. I attended the first Christmas party of my life. I did my second Christmas shopping on the streets of London. I met few new people and get to know few more new things about my company.
Half of the month gone by I sit here in excitement to see how things go during Christmas!
My life has also observed few special moments in this month. I attended the first Christmas party of my life. I did my second Christmas shopping on the streets of London. I met few new people and get to know few more new things about my company.
Half of the month gone by I sit here in excitement to see how things go during Christmas!
Thursday, 27 November 2008
Wake up, India
"Common, wake up" father groaned. The words just passed the passage of my ears. Unsuccessful, father just left the room mumbling few words. After sometime, I heard some commotion at the living room between my mother and father. I did not gave any damn about that too. I heard some really hard footsteps outside my room door. The footstep sounds became harder and harder and a wave of water pounded on to my head as if I just fell into the sea. I sat on my bed half wet looking into the blazing eyes of my Mom. She just turned around and walked towards the stairs without saying a single word. But the intention of action was crystal clear.Feared but more cautious I woke up and started my morning doings.
Now a days India's situation is no different to this. How many wake up calls can we ignore? How many threatenings can we afford to mum about? How many lives can we just sacrifice?
Now a days India's situation is no different to this. How many wake up calls can we ignore? How many threatenings can we afford to mum about? How many lives can we just sacrifice?
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Confession
It was 13' Oct 1993. I was in 5th standard and the day was assessment day on the subject 'SANMARGA', a subject which teaches the moral values of life, social values of life, do's and don't s of life etc..
Every year our school authority used to change the books of this subject. In 4th standard, we had read all of funniest tales of Tenali Rama. And in 5th standard we were reading the life history of Swami Vivekananda. In the playful age, one can't tell us to read biography of some prophet, can they? It was considered to be one of the toughest subject of all. Every student have trembled to catch up with this subject. But amazingly/surprisingly I used to do well in this subject but used to tremble in drawing. Unknowingly I had crafted a strategy to do very well in SANMARGA and do average in drawing so that I can keep my top position in the school. I exactly knew, others will do average in SANMARGA but do very well in drawing. The strategy always worked for me and it had kept me in competetion. As far as I remember, the strategy failed once or twice when someone got clicked on both SANMARGA and drawing, throwing me out of competetion.
Questions came to our hands and everyone started answering questions. The assessment went fine for me as I answered all questions of the paper and finished 15 minutes to remain. Jovially, I turned around to look at others of my class. Shoba who had sat just behind me was still writing on the paper, Sudarshan showed his inverted thumb to tell me how miserable his paper was! Seeing my jovial face, Shoba must have understood about my paper. She looked at me questionably and asked me if I could help one of her question. And to tell you the truth she was one of my competitor. I agreed and asked the question with which she required the help. It was a bit lengthy answer and I could not possibly read everything for her. So I kept my answer paper to the edge of the desk so that she can clearly see my paper and started writing the answer. Suddenly, my strategic mind started alerting me about the possible impact of this action. I started thinking in terms of what if she does very well in this subject? My cautious mean mind told me to do something about it. Without my effort my hands started writing wrong answer to the question. She just copied everything without a hint of my treachery. Once she finished, I brought my paper back to the center of desk and crossed the answer with a big smile.
After evaluation we received our answer papers back, and teasingly I was observing her from my seat. I could see the change of expression in her face. Such a smiling beautiful face suddenly demised and seeing that instant expression I could neither see my paper nor score. Disgust surged in my heart and I throwed my paper to the bin.
Every year our school authority used to change the books of this subject. In 4th standard, we had read all of funniest tales of Tenali Rama. And in 5th standard we were reading the life history of Swami Vivekananda. In the playful age, one can't tell us to read biography of some prophet, can they? It was considered to be one of the toughest subject of all. Every student have trembled to catch up with this subject. But amazingly/surprisingly I used to do well in this subject but used to tremble in drawing. Unknowingly I had crafted a strategy to do very well in SANMARGA and do average in drawing so that I can keep my top position in the school. I exactly knew, others will do average in SANMARGA but do very well in drawing. The strategy always worked for me and it had kept me in competetion. As far as I remember, the strategy failed once or twice when someone got clicked on both SANMARGA and drawing, throwing me out of competetion.
Questions came to our hands and everyone started answering questions. The assessment went fine for me as I answered all questions of the paper and finished 15 minutes to remain. Jovially, I turned around to look at others of my class. Shoba who had sat just behind me was still writing on the paper, Sudarshan showed his inverted thumb to tell me how miserable his paper was! Seeing my jovial face, Shoba must have understood about my paper. She looked at me questionably and asked me if I could help one of her question. And to tell you the truth she was one of my competitor. I agreed and asked the question with which she required the help. It was a bit lengthy answer and I could not possibly read everything for her. So I kept my answer paper to the edge of the desk so that she can clearly see my paper and started writing the answer. Suddenly, my strategic mind started alerting me about the possible impact of this action. I started thinking in terms of what if she does very well in this subject? My cautious mean mind told me to do something about it. Without my effort my hands started writing wrong answer to the question. She just copied everything without a hint of my treachery. Once she finished, I brought my paper back to the center of desk and crossed the answer with a big smile.
After evaluation we received our answer papers back, and teasingly I was observing her from my seat. I could see the change of expression in her face. Such a smiling beautiful face suddenly demised and seeing that instant expression I could neither see my paper nor score. Disgust surged in my heart and I throwed my paper to the bin.
Monday, 10 November 2008
a day in Norwich..
.. I was little worried about my next morning as I was supposed to go to Norwich to celebrate Diwali celebrations with other TCS associates. The worry was to wake up so early. Its been years I haven't seen the faces of morning winds. It was almost midnight when I reached home and could not resist my sleep. I just devoured whatever I had in the kitchen and set two alarms for half past five hours in the morning and went to sound sleep. It seems like I was dreaming, when my sleep was terribly disturbed by two alarms pounding at the same time as if some fire has been caught. I gave them a hit to keep them shut and went directly to bathroom.
I sat under the showers for almost half an hour and realising I have a train to catch, I hurried a bit and put on some clothes to save myself from the morning chilling wind. It was morning 7 when I reached the bus station and I was supposed to meet my project mate, Janani and her friend Anjana.But, I could see no familiar faces in the bus stop. But as I started looking for familiar faces all across the street, somewhere in the corner of street two images caught my sight. We together took a bus to train station. We reached station at 7:30 and our train was scheduled at 8. So we sat comfortably and had rigorous chat about everything. Exactly at 8:08, the train pulled to station and we boarded the train. The train was almost empty so we had lots of option over which seat to sit. We took the most comfortable two seaters facing each other and continued our talk. Due to some engineering works the train services were suspended from Ipswich but replacement bus services were operating to serve the travellers. The weather was calm and it was so refreshing to travel as wind was blowing from north without any rain. We boarded the bus in Ipswich and to give some competition to perfect weather, I plugged my iPod on to my ears to listen to some perfect music. I felt like, nothing in my life matched this ever before. It was almost half past ten when we reached Norwich, and we started walking towards King's Centre, venue of our Diwali Celebrations.
TCS associates had practised a whole bunch of events to perform on that day. Although all events were performed to its best, the sound system was very poor and audience was kept in desperate patience. Moreover many mothers had dressed up their children for this occasion but the children gave last minute jolt to their mothers as they did not turn up on to stage. If they turn up they ran from it, just like they are facing a wild animal.
Few skits and dance performances followed. I felt like if they could have set up some better micro-phones, this function could have been more enjoyable. In between we had some good Indian food and took snaps of ourselves. After lunch, housie tickets were distributed and I started scribbling my tickets biting my nails. Without a clue, my third row was filled and I cried 'BINGO'. I ran towards the stage where few organiser's verified my ticket and gave my prize. My demeanour must have told others that this is the first housie win I ever won in my life. We just dragged the time till 6 in the evening and boarded the bus again to reach London....
I sat under the showers for almost half an hour and realising I have a train to catch, I hurried a bit and put on some clothes to save myself from the morning chilling wind. It was morning 7 when I reached the bus station and I was supposed to meet my project mate, Janani and her friend Anjana.But, I could see no familiar faces in the bus stop. But as I started looking for familiar faces all across the street, somewhere in the corner of street two images caught my sight. We together took a bus to train station. We reached station at 7:30 and our train was scheduled at 8. So we sat comfortably and had rigorous chat about everything. Exactly at 8:08, the train pulled to station and we boarded the train. The train was almost empty so we had lots of option over which seat to sit. We took the most comfortable two seaters facing each other and continued our talk. Due to some engineering works the train services were suspended from Ipswich but replacement bus services were operating to serve the travellers. The weather was calm and it was so refreshing to travel as wind was blowing from north without any rain. We boarded the bus in Ipswich and to give some competition to perfect weather, I plugged my iPod on to my ears to listen to some perfect music. I felt like, nothing in my life matched this ever before. It was almost half past ten when we reached Norwich, and we started walking towards King's Centre, venue of our Diwali Celebrations.
TCS associates had practised a whole bunch of events to perform on that day. Although all events were performed to its best, the sound system was very poor and audience was kept in desperate patience. Moreover many mothers had dressed up their children for this occasion but the children gave last minute jolt to their mothers as they did not turn up on to stage. If they turn up they ran from it, just like they are facing a wild animal.
Few skits and dance performances followed. I felt like if they could have set up some better micro-phones, this function could have been more enjoyable. In between we had some good Indian food and took snaps of ourselves. After lunch, housie tickets were distributed and I started scribbling my tickets biting my nails. Without a clue, my third row was filled and I cried 'BINGO'. I ran towards the stage where few organiser's verified my ticket and gave my prize. My demeanour must have told others that this is the first housie win I ever won in my life. We just dragged the time till 6 in the evening and boarded the bus again to reach London....
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
One Dream
Suddenly, I found myself sitting in front row of regional languages preservation committee, listening to lectures of some unrecognisable, unnamed person. Me sitting in the front row itself was a hazy one. It seemed the lecture was on how we can save our diminishing, under threat regional languages. The protagonist was highlighting points, where all we are going wrong and what immediate steps we need to take to prevent our regional languages extinction. He strongly stressed on the point, why actually our local languages are under constant threat by foreign languages.
The reasons he gave were:
The reasons he gave were:
- Being a social animal, human desperately and constantly crave for new methods, ways of life. Moreover, new attributes of life. Being an attribute of life, language also fails to quench the thirst of creativity in humans. So he starts to lean towards foreign languages in search of something new and inspiration.
- Being an intelligent animal, human always try to have something which others don't have. Introduction of a foreign body into their life will have great influence and he starts to own the foreign body instantaneously. This instantaneous reaction starts to spread parasitically to accept the foreign body as their own body. Foreign language also acts as a foreign body and starts to replace the local component of it.
With these factual points the protagonist finished his lecture and the whole committee started clapping to appreciate his viewpoints. The clapping sound began to increase and seemed to last forever. In a move to stop it, I stood on my legs to find my time alarm sirening in an effort to wake me up. Imagining the alarm as clapping crowd, I hit it on its head to stop its nagging sound.
My Anniversary
It was a long journey, rather very long journey. without realising I flied almost for twelve hours I stepped out of Indian Airlines plane just to feel the wet wind of London. With other meandering tourists I started walking towards the exit door by reluctantly observing the signs for way out. After collecting my baggage, I reached the meeting point of Heathrow airport eagerly looking for some recognisable face. All faces seem to me very grim and I could not find the face I was looking for. I walked towards the public telephone and telephoned my project mate, who already agreed to pick me up. After our brief talk my blood pressure seems to get normal as he confirmed he will be at the meeting point at any point of time.
I waited for another two minutes eagerly watching every face come in to meeting point to see the face which I recognise. At last a recognisable face fell on my eyes and the picture of it becomes bigger and bigger on my retina as he approached me. I was glad and my respect towards him grew even higher when he smiled at me and shake my hand welcoming me to London.
It was 12th of August and today I completed exactly one year of stay in united kingdom. I'm one year old to London and its population.
With this note, my outer voice proudly beamed and said 'Shabaash, Vinay'. 'Here come one more scapegoat' waived my inner voice simultaneously.
I waited for another two minutes eagerly watching every face come in to meeting point to see the face which I recognise. At last a recognisable face fell on my eyes and the picture of it becomes bigger and bigger on my retina as he approached me. I was glad and my respect towards him grew even higher when he smiled at me and shake my hand welcoming me to London.
It was 12th of August and today I completed exactly one year of stay in united kingdom. I'm one year old to London and its population.
With this note, my outer voice proudly beamed and said 'Shabaash, Vinay'. 'Here come one more scapegoat' waived my inner voice simultaneously.
Monday, 20 October 2008
Internet Chat
These are the footprints of Internet chat between Husband and Wife, which resulted in a serious talk between them later.
Husband -> How are you , Darling? Is everything alright?
Wife -> I'm doing good rather great than before. Having lots of fun and hope you are also doing great!
Due to weak signal connection, the text wife wrote got tweaked and the following text was delivered.
"I'm doing good rather great than before. Having lots of fun"
Without realising the signal deficiency, the couple resumed their chat.
Husband -> Cool, what's up?
Wife -> I'm going away with Boris for 2 weeks on work to a remote place in South America. I'm afraid I may not be able to catch up with you so frequently in next two weeks.
The message delivered was "I'm going away with Boris for 2 weeks"
Husband -> Away, to where?
Wife -> we are going to a place called Cathedral Place where we are holding our talks with customer.
The message delivered was "we are going to a place called Cathedral Place"
Husband -> In that case, you must be having lots of fun?
Wife -> Well, sort of. Its been terrible working day and night as the deadline is closing.
The message delivered was "Well, sort of. Its been terrible working day and night"
Husband -> How often do you go like this?
Wife -> Well, I always insist Boris to stop these quick visits to customer, but he wants to develop friendly relationship with the customer by visiting them.
The message delivered was "Well, I always insist Boris to stop these quick visits"
Husband -> When u'l come down to London?
Wife -> Very soon. As soon as we finish our relationship talks with customer over next two weeks, I will fly to you.
The message delivered was "Very soon. As soon as we finish our relationship"
It should have been terrible nightmare for Husband. So, the Internet chat developers must have not thought about the serious implications of delivering a part of the message to receiver.
Its very important not to send any message at all rather than sending part of the message over Internet.
Husband -> How are you , Darling? Is everything alright?
Wife -> I'm doing good rather great than before. Having lots of fun and hope you are also doing great!
Due to weak signal connection, the text wife wrote got tweaked and the following text was delivered.
"I'm doing good rather great than before. Having lots of fun"
Without realising the signal deficiency, the couple resumed their chat.
Husband -> Cool, what's up?
Wife -> I'm going away with Boris for 2 weeks on work to a remote place in South America. I'm afraid I may not be able to catch up with you so frequently in next two weeks.
The message delivered was "I'm going away with Boris for 2 weeks"
Husband -> Away, to where?
Wife -> we are going to a place called Cathedral Place where we are holding our talks with customer.
The message delivered was "we are going to a place called Cathedral Place"
Husband -> In that case, you must be having lots of fun?
Wife -> Well, sort of. Its been terrible working day and night as the deadline is closing.
The message delivered was "Well, sort of. Its been terrible working day and night"
Husband -> How often do you go like this?
Wife -> Well, I always insist Boris to stop these quick visits to customer, but he wants to develop friendly relationship with the customer by visiting them.
The message delivered was "Well, I always insist Boris to stop these quick visits"
Husband -> When u'l come down to London?
Wife -> Very soon. As soon as we finish our relationship talks with customer over next two weeks, I will fly to you.
The message delivered was "Very soon. As soon as we finish our relationship"
It should have been terrible nightmare for Husband. So, the Internet chat developers must have not thought about the serious implications of delivering a part of the message to receiver.
Its very important not to send any message at all rather than sending part of the message over Internet.
Wednesday, 15 October 2008
Unishey April
From past two days, my poor Lilliputian TV is resting a bit as I have decided to spare it for some time. But in between, I was able to find something interesting in Rituparno Ghosh's list of films. I was going through the list of films he has directed and decided to watch any one of them on Internet yesterday. Luckily, I found one of the highly acclaimed movie Unishey April.
Unishey April depicts the relationship between mother and daughter. A well renowned dancer starts to feel her life's void when her daughter starts deprecated attitude towards her. The relationship gradually starts to suffocate until the daughter decides to end her life to ease the situation. But, the fate plays completely surprising role with her life.
She plans to commit suicide using pills which she manages to get it from her custodian. She convinces all of their maids to go home on that night. Her mother leaves to Madras to receive her National award for dancing. The stage gets so perfect for her to commit suicide and she also finishes her last letter of her life.
At the right time, weather becomes so terribly bad and one of her mother's student dancer knocks the door to pay thanks to her mother. Miraculously , because of bad weather the flight supposed to leave to Madras gets cancelled and her mother comes home in the midnight drenched. The lone conversation between mother and daughter at this point of time exposes all of their feelings and their side of story, which they never shared between each other before. The conversation also helps both of them to understand each other and finally a flower of friendliness blossoms.
Unishey April depicts the relationship between mother and daughter. A well renowned dancer starts to feel her life's void when her daughter starts deprecated attitude towards her. The relationship gradually starts to suffocate until the daughter decides to end her life to ease the situation. But, the fate plays completely surprising role with her life.
She plans to commit suicide using pills which she manages to get it from her custodian. She convinces all of their maids to go home on that night. Her mother leaves to Madras to receive her National award for dancing. The stage gets so perfect for her to commit suicide and she also finishes her last letter of her life.
At the right time, weather becomes so terribly bad and one of her mother's student dancer knocks the door to pay thanks to her mother. Miraculously , because of bad weather the flight supposed to leave to Madras gets cancelled and her mother comes home in the midnight drenched. The lone conversation between mother and daughter at this point of time exposes all of their feelings and their side of story, which they never shared between each other before. The conversation also helps both of them to understand each other and finally a flower of friendliness blossoms.
Monday, 13 October 2008
Self and Self-less
I was getting bored so thought giving some work to my brain.
Is it possible to remain friendly and self-centered? I was watching a movie yesterday in which Paul Newman as Hud who was so self-centered, reluctant and unprincipled man looses all of his friends because of his battered attitude. Is it worth loosing everything around just for self? This was the same question a business school dean asked for its outgoing graduates! Is it worth loosing everything around just for self?
The answer although varies from individual to individual, I think like vocabulary will remain same. That is where leadership quality shall be recognised. The quality of forgetting about self and giving the service with out expecting the returns. If all of us have equal proportion of this quality, we can remain friendly as well as self-centered.
But, being a component of this hierarchical society we always tend to do wrong things than right, aren't we? Starting from school to university , the properties of self centric nature has been deeply printed in each of our body organs.
With all these things going on in my mind, my outer voice appreciated "Keep up the thought provoking process, buddy". Suddenly I could hear giggling sound from inside. Cautiously I peeped inside, my inner voice was sitting with deprecating smile of high esteem.
Is it possible to remain friendly and self-centered? I was watching a movie yesterday in which Paul Newman as Hud who was so self-centered, reluctant and unprincipled man looses all of his friends because of his battered attitude. Is it worth loosing everything around just for self? This was the same question a business school dean asked for its outgoing graduates! Is it worth loosing everything around just for self?
The answer although varies from individual to individual, I think like vocabulary will remain same. That is where leadership quality shall be recognised. The quality of forgetting about self and giving the service with out expecting the returns. If all of us have equal proportion of this quality, we can remain friendly as well as self-centered.
But, being a component of this hierarchical society we always tend to do wrong things than right, aren't we? Starting from school to university , the properties of self centric nature has been deeply printed in each of our body organs.
With all these things going on in my mind, my outer voice appreciated "Keep up the thought provoking process, buddy". Suddenly I could hear giggling sound from inside. Cautiously I peeped inside, my inner voice was sitting with deprecating smile of high esteem.
Monday, 6 October 2008
Fly .. Parrot Fly
Its been years this event has happened but this has left its own impression on me. You must also have few of these memorable incidents. Share if you can!
I had finished my exams of my college and our water pump was busted and in repair. You might already definitely know the kind of service our municipality offers. So had to rely on the near by temple bore well to get water. As I was free, I thought I should help out my mother a bit here and gone to temple bore well with two tumblers in hand.
As I approached the bore well, a image caught my eyes. I saw a man talking to Parrot. Yeah, Parrot does talk to people. As I approached him, his words became clearer and he was saying 'Fly parrot! Go free in this free world, Fly!'. He was repeatedly muttering these words and I stand still with the intention not to disturb him. But my curiosity could not resist asking him a question: 'What are you doing?' I said. He just gave a sight on me with his wide eyes but did not replied. Little irritated, 'What are you doing?' I said again. 'I am letting this Parrot free!' he replied. 'Will it be able to live in outside world all alone if you set it free? Won't other bigger birds eat this as food. Won't it become desolate and die?' I asked. He looked at me eerily which made me little uncomfortable. But I took my gasp as he replied. 'Well, someday it will die here in cage too. I'm letting him free in the hope he could find his destiny. Hopefully, it will find himself among others and enjoy his own life however small it can be' he said. But, he said these words looking directly deep into my eyes as if he said that to me. But I could not make out the meaning of those words on that day.
Just yesterday I was watching Shyam Benagal's classic 'Mandi', and I was in awe when I heard the same answers and questions from Om Puri to Smita patil(Zeenath in film). I honestly don't know whether the person at temple had seen this movie OR he chattered his own words ( as long as I remember I don't think he speak/understand Hindi). I did not seen this movie before. But, I do know, these words will become unforgettable words of my life.
I had finished my exams of my college and our water pump was busted and in repair. You might already definitely know the kind of service our municipality offers. So had to rely on the near by temple bore well to get water. As I was free, I thought I should help out my mother a bit here and gone to temple bore well with two tumblers in hand.
As I approached the bore well, a image caught my eyes. I saw a man talking to Parrot. Yeah, Parrot does talk to people. As I approached him, his words became clearer and he was saying 'Fly parrot! Go free in this free world, Fly!'. He was repeatedly muttering these words and I stand still with the intention not to disturb him. But my curiosity could not resist asking him a question: 'What are you doing?' I said. He just gave a sight on me with his wide eyes but did not replied. Little irritated, 'What are you doing?' I said again. 'I am letting this Parrot free!' he replied. 'Will it be able to live in outside world all alone if you set it free? Won't other bigger birds eat this as food. Won't it become desolate and die?' I asked. He looked at me eerily which made me little uncomfortable. But I took my gasp as he replied. 'Well, someday it will die here in cage too. I'm letting him free in the hope he could find his destiny. Hopefully, it will find himself among others and enjoy his own life however small it can be' he said. But, he said these words looking directly deep into my eyes as if he said that to me. But I could not make out the meaning of those words on that day.
Just yesterday I was watching Shyam Benagal's classic 'Mandi', and I was in awe when I heard the same answers and questions from Om Puri to Smita patil(Zeenath in film). I honestly don't know whether the person at temple had seen this movie OR he chattered his own words ( as long as I remember I don't think he speak/understand Hindi). I did not seen this movie before. But, I do know, these words will become unforgettable words of my life.
Thursday, 2 October 2008
What if....
What I would have become if not a software engineer? This is one question which has been tormenting me ever since I joined as a software engineer. I tried answering this question in many different ways: I told myself several times affirming, I wanted to become one. But, my famous inner voice never agrees to it. Whenever I pronounce these words it squeaks. And my outer voice always becomes helpless to convince inner voice.
Later, I tried alternative approach using the words: I would have been a Doctor if I would have failed to become a software engineer. But fundamentally, I lack the most promising memorising techniques which is a key for any Doctor. Remembering the stuff is not for my brain unless there is some link attached to it. May be, right from my childhood I programmed my brain in that way. If I need to remember something, I need to attach a tag to it which becomes a locator when I try to retrieve the remembrance. This raises a potential question whether I could have successfully achieved a career in Medicine or not.
So whenever ,my inner voice asks this question, my outer voice stamps the inner voice "What difference will it make?" raising a completely genuine and different question 'Am I doing want I supposed to do? Am I doing what I was born to do?'. May be this fundamental question might have maddened some point of every one's life.
Then I realised, if I did not liked to become software engineer how would I have handled this job so well. How would I have jotted each and every technique of software engineering to make a complete software product. How would I have used the existing services so well to implement new shared services.
Thinking this question as just one of the nuisance of my inner voice I always ignore this question.
Later, I tried alternative approach using the words: I would have been a Doctor if I would have failed to become a software engineer. But fundamentally, I lack the most promising memorising techniques which is a key for any Doctor. Remembering the stuff is not for my brain unless there is some link attached to it. May be, right from my childhood I programmed my brain in that way. If I need to remember something, I need to attach a tag to it which becomes a locator when I try to retrieve the remembrance. This raises a potential question whether I could have successfully achieved a career in Medicine or not.
So whenever ,my inner voice asks this question, my outer voice stamps the inner voice "What difference will it make?" raising a completely genuine and different question 'Am I doing want I supposed to do? Am I doing what I was born to do?'. May be this fundamental question might have maddened some point of every one's life.
Then I realised, if I did not liked to become software engineer how would I have handled this job so well. How would I have jotted each and every technique of software engineering to make a complete software product. How would I have used the existing services so well to implement new shared services.
Thinking this question as just one of the nuisance of my inner voice I always ignore this question.
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
Wonder World
Can you recall, our great grandfathers did not know whats beyond their land. And our grandfathers did not know whats beyond their roof.
Meaning, humans did not know what was the shape of the earth before Aristotle find few good reasons to prove that the shape of earth is rather spherical. Additionally, no one knew most of our celestial bodies and their significance in the creation of our Universe. But, being an intelligent animal, human found out few facts around them. Now, compared to my grandfather I know more stuff and concepts.
Now coming to the point, if we extend this pattern to our children and their children we can easily agree that our future children will know much more than us. So at some point of time, can we claim that some generation of us will know exactly what we don't know today? The intriguing questions like why the earth is spherical in shape and why most of our celestial bodies are revolving around one another Or rotating on their own.
Similarly, our great grandfather could not have possibly travelled few miles in one day using their old cart and Buffalo. And our grand father could have hardly travelled hundreds of miles. Now, we can round around the world in few hours provided we have sufficient fuel to fly! Also, if our Airline hasn't become bankrupt yet :-)
Can we simply apply the pattern matching concept here? Can we claim that one of our generation boys will go around our Solar System in few hours provided they have sufficient fuel? I don't know! But the question is more open..
Time to think again! Bye
Meaning, humans did not know what was the shape of the earth before Aristotle find few good reasons to prove that the shape of earth is rather spherical. Additionally, no one knew most of our celestial bodies and their significance in the creation of our Universe. But, being an intelligent animal, human found out few facts around them. Now, compared to my grandfather I know more stuff and concepts.
Now coming to the point, if we extend this pattern to our children and their children we can easily agree that our future children will know much more than us. So at some point of time, can we claim that some generation of us will know exactly what we don't know today? The intriguing questions like why the earth is spherical in shape and why most of our celestial bodies are revolving around one another Or rotating on their own.
Similarly, our great grandfather could not have possibly travelled few miles in one day using their old cart and Buffalo. And our grand father could have hardly travelled hundreds of miles. Now, we can round around the world in few hours provided we have sufficient fuel to fly! Also, if our Airline hasn't become bankrupt yet :-)
Can we simply apply the pattern matching concept here? Can we claim that one of our generation boys will go around our Solar System in few hours provided they have sufficient fuel? I don't know! But the question is more open..
Time to think again! Bye
Monday, 29 September 2008
Matinee Time..
Yesterday, I unexpectedly watched a movie which was one among the most acclaimed movies of 2006. 'Pan's Labyrinth', a Spanish film concentrating on the fairy world of a young girl Ofelia, a girl who loves to read fairy tale books. At the same time, the film concentrates on postwar events in Spain. The film catches your concentration, right from the beginning narrating the story of mythological king waiting for his daughter who eludes from underground world to see the outside world. But the Sun-Light makes her memory blank allowing her to spend rest of her life on earth and died soon after. But, the king kept his waiting for years in the hope someday his daughter's spirit will return.
Although the storyline looks comic, the film does not really looks comic. Even though the director uses lots of magical creatures through out the film, they have not been portrayed as comic creatures. The film is a perfect blend of pain and happiness. Sometimes, you feel so happy about the events and in very next moment the earth will turn all upside down in the film. Perfect characters with perfect actors and perfect script has made the film just perfect to watch.
At one moment, you can see a little girl braving the giant toad to get a key from his belly. In another moment, you can see a little girl telling story to her brother inside her mother's womb just to soothe him , calm him inside. The beautiful scene is when Ofelia, literally begs her brother still in womb, not to discomfort her mother with his restlessness and asks him not to trouble her mothers life when he comes out. Nonetheless, Ofelia's mother dies in childbirth after giving birth to a healthy son.
I also watched Hindi movie, Arth starring Shabana Azmi. Its also a nice movie just that the film debates the meaning of marriage using its characters. The best part of the movie is its climax, when Shabana chooses her life without anyone's influence and decides to spend rest of her life just as Pooja not any Pooja Malhotra or Pooja Raj. Just because, Pooja on herself is very complete and she does not require any Malhotra/Raj to complete her name.
Although the storyline looks comic, the film does not really looks comic. Even though the director uses lots of magical creatures through out the film, they have not been portrayed as comic creatures. The film is a perfect blend of pain and happiness. Sometimes, you feel so happy about the events and in very next moment the earth will turn all upside down in the film. Perfect characters with perfect actors and perfect script has made the film just perfect to watch.
At one moment, you can see a little girl braving the giant toad to get a key from his belly. In another moment, you can see a little girl telling story to her brother inside her mother's womb just to soothe him , calm him inside. The beautiful scene is when Ofelia, literally begs her brother still in womb, not to discomfort her mother with his restlessness and asks him not to trouble her mothers life when he comes out. Nonetheless, Ofelia's mother dies in childbirth after giving birth to a healthy son.
I also watched Hindi movie, Arth starring Shabana Azmi. Its also a nice movie just that the film debates the meaning of marriage using its characters. The best part of the movie is its climax, when Shabana chooses her life without anyone's influence and decides to spend rest of her life just as Pooja not any Pooja Malhotra or Pooja Raj. Just because, Pooja on herself is very complete and she does not require any Malhotra/Raj to complete her name.
Saturday, 27 September 2008
Provocation
..how do you feel when you think you are independent. Independent of group, society, nation and culture. Think of a situation when you wake up in the morning, you realise you have become free. You are free to do anything; whatever you want, in a natural way, peaceful way. Addition to it, if you realise you have been let to think very freely, infinitely, limitless without any boundaries , without any regulations....
I don't know what this condition can be called as! Also, I do not know what doctors will call this condition as. But I like this condition as it allows one to think freely, relentlessly, uninterruptedly.
I met a person today, who was considered to be a Guru although he refused to call himself as Guru. According to him, you can be enlightened only when you are are ready to be enlightened.. No external factors, no assists, even not a supreme god can enlighten you unless you are ready to take it. And he believed in the above ideas where he wants to be free; free from everything of this world; Free from relationships, commitments, reasons and agreements. He simply believed in thinking freely on the very existence of humans.
I will not disclose the person name here, because it is his life which is very thought provoking rather than a person himself.
I don't know what this condition can be called as! Also, I do not know what doctors will call this condition as. But I like this condition as it allows one to think freely, relentlessly, uninterruptedly.
I met a person today, who was considered to be a Guru although he refused to call himself as Guru. According to him, you can be enlightened only when you are are ready to be enlightened.. No external factors, no assists, even not a supreme god can enlighten you unless you are ready to take it. And he believed in the above ideas where he wants to be free; free from everything of this world; Free from relationships, commitments, reasons and agreements. He simply believed in thinking freely on the very existence of humans.
I will not disclose the person name here, because it is his life which is very thought provoking rather than a person himself.
Monday, 22 September 2008
Freakonomics
Here we go again. The next question for this month is 'How is this universe working?'.
Oh.. Hang on, before I can ask that question to myself I need to explore on 'Is human is a very Intelligent animal?' Well.. scientists say so.
But, I need to ask myself why should I call Humans as Intelligent animal? After all, they are also just one among several animals of universe.
Again, scientists have given reason for this question as 'Humans have very well formed and well developed brain?' But, being a very practical person I cannot agree on that statement. Just because, I cannot measure/analyse /assess that statement. Also, the statement has been written by Humans only. I don't remember any other animal saying so.
Can we claim ourselves as intelligent just because, we can destroy other animals to extinct? or we can just destroy our nature as we need? or we can just make electrons to run in a path? or we can run a multi-billion dollar business? or we can just give a visit to moon and come back without any risk of life?
I will post a reasonable answer whenever possible. Till then start thinking?
Oh.. Hang on, before I can ask that question to myself I need to explore on 'Is human is a very Intelligent animal?' Well.. scientists say so.
But, I need to ask myself why should I call Humans as Intelligent animal? After all, they are also just one among several animals of universe.
Again, scientists have given reason for this question as 'Humans have very well formed and well developed brain?' But, being a very practical person I cannot agree on that statement. Just because, I cannot measure/analyse /assess that statement. Also, the statement has been written by Humans only. I don't remember any other animal saying so.
Can we claim ourselves as intelligent just because, we can destroy other animals to extinct? or we can just destroy our nature as we need? or we can just make electrons to run in a path? or we can run a multi-billion dollar business? or we can just give a visit to moon and come back without any risk of life?
I will post a reasonable answer whenever possible. Till then start thinking?
Sunday, 21 September 2008
Motivators
I have been thinking from quite a few days, asking myself what does really motivation means? Why is it required? What if, if we don't get motivated? How it does help one? Sorry for being so pragmatic, but I like to think about these things just for fun..
Do you believe me if I say I get motivated by listening to songs! As a perosn I am not who believes everything unless I feel something or unless it really makes sense to me. Thats the reason I asked you this question!
So the answer from you can be, why in the hell should I believe you mate? I am all here reading your creepy lengthy blog, (which does not make any sense most of the times). On the top of it, you ask me questions!
But I can't stop asking questions! Thats what I have learnt from my life. I always try to ask myself some question to myself so that I can start finding a suitable, close answer to it. I call this theme as 'a question for a month'. So this time, I got an answer for above question I asked. Just want to share it with you, please bear with me.
The answer to above question is 'Everything in this world is a motivator'. If you can, motivate yourself you can motivate any other person. But its not always required to get motivated. Because, motivation is a catalyst for some action which may happen in ones life. And the action may take place or may not. It can happen under very normal conditions or it may require a motivator to happen.
Today I got motivated listening to a song sung by 'Chitra'. Its 'Nadeem dheem thana.. ' from Galipata movie. Below is the youtube URL if you also want to get motivated:
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=CpngdRDszKA
Thats for today, will write back to you sooner, bye
Do you believe me if I say I get motivated by listening to songs! As a perosn I am not who believes everything unless I feel something or unless it really makes sense to me. Thats the reason I asked you this question!
So the answer from you can be, why in the hell should I believe you mate? I am all here reading your creepy lengthy blog, (which does not make any sense most of the times). On the top of it, you ask me questions!
But I can't stop asking questions! Thats what I have learnt from my life. I always try to ask myself some question to myself so that I can start finding a suitable, close answer to it. I call this theme as 'a question for a month'. So this time, I got an answer for above question I asked. Just want to share it with you, please bear with me.
The answer to above question is 'Everything in this world is a motivator'. If you can, motivate yourself you can motivate any other person. But its not always required to get motivated. Because, motivation is a catalyst for some action which may happen in ones life. And the action may take place or may not. It can happen under very normal conditions or it may require a motivator to happen.
Today I got motivated listening to a song sung by 'Chitra'. Its 'Nadeem dheem thana.. ' from Galipata movie. Below is the youtube URL if you also want to get motivated:
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=CpngdRDszKA
Thats for today, will write back to you sooner, bye
Tuesday, 5 August 2008
Spiritful Souls
Its a nice day outside in London, temperature hovering between teen numbers and weather just perfect for anyone. And it was drizzling in the morning very lightly and it seems like it did not liked to disturb humans busy life. So it just escaped from human scene and took the stance of waiting till humans are either tired of thier activities or till the neurons of humans seek some sleep.
Today I want to share one of the event happened few days back when olympic soul came to London travelling across the world. As everyone say, olympic torch is really a light which brings the world together with true sport spirit. It was a winter day and it snowed in the morning and was gusty. And being an Indian, it was a new weather for me. I was freezing and the storng gust made everyone outside to shiver. Thats why probably the most aboriginals of London were not on streets even though it was a weekend. Neither, We were not excatly sure about which way the spirit will take nor we were not sure about where we were heading to. On the way to London Bridge we asked some police personnel who kindly showed the map, which the spirit is going to take, We decided to stay on the bridge near to London Eye. There were so many people already waiting for the spirit, most of them were chinese/tibet. We did not realised the fact initially that all those tibet people gathered there to oppose chinese governement humiliation towords Tibet people.
A bus came through and everyone started running towords that bus. We also ran. When the bus stopped I could see so many people with common attire. And the attire suggested that they are something related to olympic torch. As few came out of bus and everyone started clicking and we did not know who they were but we also started flashing our cameras. Later everyone started taking snaps of themseleves with them. We also did the same. After we took few snaps, and stand aside watching and wondering when the trorch is going to come, a elderly lady came to us and whispered "Who was it with whom you took snaps just now?". We promptly squeaked in her hears "We also don't know". I think she could not have resisted a wild laugh there but just to keep her hospitality of being a english women, she just smiled and passed the standing bus.
Today I want to share one of the event happened few days back when olympic soul came to London travelling across the world. As everyone say, olympic torch is really a light which brings the world together with true sport spirit. It was a winter day and it snowed in the morning and was gusty. And being an Indian, it was a new weather for me. I was freezing and the storng gust made everyone outside to shiver. Thats why probably the most aboriginals of London were not on streets even though it was a weekend. Neither, We were not excatly sure about which way the spirit will take nor we were not sure about where we were heading to. On the way to London Bridge we asked some police personnel who kindly showed the map, which the spirit is going to take, We decided to stay on the bridge near to London Eye. There were so many people already waiting for the spirit, most of them were chinese/tibet. We did not realised the fact initially that all those tibet people gathered there to oppose chinese governement humiliation towords Tibet people.
A bus came through and everyone started running towords that bus. We also ran. When the bus stopped I could see so many people with common attire. And the attire suggested that they are something related to olympic torch. As few came out of bus and everyone started clicking and we did not know who they were but we also started flashing our cameras. Later everyone started taking snaps of themseleves with them. We also did the same. After we took few snaps, and stand aside watching and wondering when the trorch is going to come, a elderly lady came to us and whispered "Who was it with whom you took snaps just now?". We promptly squeaked in her hears "We also don't know". I think she could not have resisted a wild laugh there but just to keep her hospitality of being a english women, she just smiled and passed the standing bus.
Wednesday, 30 July 2008
Tall - Ent
I am having a great time now a days, less work and full of fun reading something from different parts of the world on Internet. It does not mean that I am a voracious reader but I read just to know something about the world sometimes, how things work? and in some other times just to kill time. But now a days I am also watching lots of movie. It does not mean that I am a movie buff. I am watching at least one movie a day, which makes 31 movies in a month (shabaash).
But, few months back the time was very different. Those were the days when I was in Bangalore. I used to return from office by evening and have a quick walk in a nearby park. That park was lovable place, whenever I go, there used to be few folks playing something or the other. I loved watching it. There was a gang of middle aged ladies who used to play either handball or volleyball. And I hate seeing that game as the ball used to be on ground more than in air. There was another group consisting of all retired members working out to bring back some of their youthfulness and shed away their oldness. That's the place where I could see people of all ages starting from very small (playing with mud), small (just running around) , teenage (trying to impress the opposite sex) , middle age ( one with affairs) and oldies (came to just chill and remove some of their loneliness). One day, I was just enjoying my walk, watching all these kind of people doing millions of things around. My eyes suddenly captured a small stature, and became hesitant to divert. I was looking at a school girl playing cricket. I could not resist looking for any other girl playing cricket or playing something else. But, I could not find a single girl of her age in the whole ground. Even if they were, they were involved with some other activities. Interestingly, I started observing her and soon I realised she was playing with few other men and all of them I suppose are older than her. And the way she was playing, picking the ball and throwing it, all matched any other boy doing it or even better than them. I could not resist watching her play in between other boys. So I found myself a good place to sit and started watching the game observing each movements of this girl. She bowled well and she couldn't bat well as she got out while taking a run. But, I watched their full match and came home wondering about talent of that girl. Through this blog I wish her all the very best. Good luck school girl.
But, few months back the time was very different. Those were the days when I was in Bangalore. I used to return from office by evening and have a quick walk in a nearby park. That park was lovable place, whenever I go, there used to be few folks playing something or the other. I loved watching it. There was a gang of middle aged ladies who used to play either handball or volleyball. And I hate seeing that game as the ball used to be on ground more than in air. There was another group consisting of all retired members working out to bring back some of their youthfulness and shed away their oldness. That's the place where I could see people of all ages starting from very small (playing with mud), small (just running around) , teenage (trying to impress the opposite sex) , middle age ( one with affairs) and oldies (came to just chill and remove some of their loneliness). One day, I was just enjoying my walk, watching all these kind of people doing millions of things around. My eyes suddenly captured a small stature, and became hesitant to divert. I was looking at a school girl playing cricket. I could not resist looking for any other girl playing cricket or playing something else. But, I could not find a single girl of her age in the whole ground. Even if they were, they were involved with some other activities. Interestingly, I started observing her and soon I realised she was playing with few other men and all of them I suppose are older than her. And the way she was playing, picking the ball and throwing it, all matched any other boy doing it or even better than them. I could not resist watching her play in between other boys. So I found myself a good place to sit and started watching the game observing each movements of this girl. She bowled well and she couldn't bat well as she got out while taking a run. But, I watched their full match and came home wondering about talent of that girl. Through this blog I wish her all the very best. Good luck school girl.
Tuesday, 29 July 2008
Feel OR no-feel
I wanted to write a letter. A letter which can be called anything and which can be sent to anybody. A letter which can communicate things which are in my mind to the readers of letters. A letter which can help relieve my inner pain. A letter which can be read and re-written again and again..
Honestly I don't know why I am writing this. But I want to write this just for the purpose of my existance. I have been thinking from past few days, and have been reading few things on web. Its an just a try to find myself somewhere hidden. So, I started thinking in terms of can I change things? The inner voice said 'Yes' grumpily. The dominant outer voice demanded 'No'. So I started thinking about how can I differentitae between inner voice and outer voice? Which one to follow and when? 'Confused mind always does wrong things', grined the outer voice. The inner voice angrilly, stamped the inner voice with 'Shut Up'. These are regular feelings which will keep fighting within each of us. Can we really do something about this? Can we stop these two voices fight each other and order them to be friends? I really don't know.. Started with 'Dont know' and ending it with 'dont know' . But, sometimes asking questions is much more important than seeking for answer. Hope the inner voices understand this. Bye
Honestly I don't know why I am writing this. But I want to write this just for the purpose of my existance. I have been thinking from past few days, and have been reading few things on web. Its an just a try to find myself somewhere hidden. So, I started thinking in terms of can I change things? The inner voice said 'Yes' grumpily. The dominant outer voice demanded 'No'. So I started thinking about how can I differentitae between inner voice and outer voice? Which one to follow and when? 'Confused mind always does wrong things', grined the outer voice. The inner voice angrilly, stamped the inner voice with 'Shut Up'. These are regular feelings which will keep fighting within each of us. Can we really do something about this? Can we stop these two voices fight each other and order them to be friends? I really don't know.. Started with 'Dont know' and ending it with 'dont know' . But, sometimes asking questions is much more important than seeking for answer. Hope the inner voices understand this. Bye
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