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:

• 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.