Nostalgia
WWW ,the three words have brought the world within a mouse click . Internet not only is a source of information ,e-commerce tool etc.. but I just found out it as an entity an intangible one albeit ,that acts as an reminiscent tool ..
By reminescence , I mean it brings back your dirty and glorious past .Orkut is y I am writing this one ,was browsing through the profiles of my school mates ,I would not like to mention school friends here as ,I donot know as to whether I had done enough in my bygone days to evolve my relationships with these individuals into a friendship .Neverthless I am a helpless mortal against the Einstein's fourth dimension ,hence instead of pondering about my so called not so glorious era ,where in the victories were less and the lossess huge ,so huge that I am still reeling under its effects,what is with this word effects ,I am seldom correct with its usage ,not sure if this one is the right one either...
Nostalgia ..a very powerful word I must say , it stings you like hell ,pierces your skin
through your epidermis into your veins and into the blood and then the heart that pumps it
across your body through the bloody aorta ; and before you know every single cell of your
body is in a neuralgic state.How good or bad is it ??
Bad ones first :
1.It makes us feel miserable and for some to the extent of committing a heinous crime called
suicide.
2.We are in a state of what if ? we start repenting as to what should have been done and
what wasn't done .
3.brings back the missed out chances ,both on a proffessional and personal front
.Proffessional bcos in a country like India hardly 10% of the PUC(pre university chaps) get
what they had set out for and personally because hardly 1% of the genre gets the person of
his/her dreams.
The list might be end less for a looser ,and I dont want to be one :) .
Good ones :
Although the bad ones out number the good ones yet it is the aura of the good ones that
overpowers the darker ones .
1. It touches the innocence .i believe that chastity of an individual is battered each time
he comes in contact with a vagrant society of individuals .
2.Makes us laugh at our foibles .
3.For the ones who have made a dramatic improvement in their mortal self ,would like to
juxtapose the past and the present .
One important question that always haunts me is ... Why on earth do we try to impress our
long lost friends after a hiatus ? Has it got to do with the imperfections with which we are
born with and want to show how we ahev overcome a few of them ?? or some thing else
After all we are what we are and the shell is bound to bust up once the kernel fails
Probably I am heading towards a spiritual enlightenment :)
One reason to live !!
The title itself might sound pessimistic on the outset but the content isn't . It is an out&out optimistic blog .
Was pondering about the various ways in which one could die .Starting from the very basic:
1.What if the earth got displaced from its orbital position due to an inadvertent collision ? It does not seem to be a distant possibility owing to the fact that we are a speck in a maculated universe.
2.What if the sun got displaced due to a centifugal spin of a large integral mass chunk?
Now the "earthly matters":
1.What if the stratos went blank one day ?
2.What if the ozone got depleted to deleterious extents ?
these are justa few insane what if's ,but they are not events with a zero probability ...
We are such a small identity in this universe with absolutely nothing in our hands ...one crazy meteor strike and BOOM ,gone ,one devastating earthquake and gone ...
How fortunate have we been to have an existence in this universe ,in the milky way,in the solar system ,on the only planet amongst 9( unupdated data) to have a life ,to be born on a land which is just 30% approx of the whole mass ,out of which 15% is rendered inhabitable due to nature's vagaries , the list goes on ... What does all this mean "WE are god damn lucky" ...
There is a 99.99% probability that some thing bad would happen ,but it is the 0.01% that gives life a 100% probability .
Probably I am sounding a bit too philosophical ,but being lonely makes one so ... :)
hope my next one would be a delectable one ...
We the People !!
Change is consistent ...The previous title Woah CAT was ludicrous ,but this is something which I totally believe in .
Democracy rules...
Demos- People
Cracy-Rule
A rule by the people ,i.e a popular opinion .every facet of life is ruled by democracy . Take for instance the choice of profession we take , it is a popular opinion of the parents ,when you are shopping for something it is a popular opinion of your thinking brain cells ,take for instance your life partner it is a popular opinion of your heart cells ... the list is endless .Nature is replete with such instances ,then why the hell do we need any other form of governance ?? Pessimists could slander the democratic perspective ,but the fact remains "In Every Success there is a democratic principle involved ".These thoughts have sprawned because of my latest insights into the 9/11 reports . Had there been a democratic extremist outfit it would not have hit the twin towers .
Indian democracy is a living example of success despite its severe short comings , where else can u have a country full of corrupt politicians and still have an economy that rolls on and on . It is due to the spirit of people ,where in every person believes he can make a difference.As Thomas Friedman truly says ,"You know you are looking down a barrel when your system offers your just memories and no dreams"We have had our share of pits and falls but the amazing thing about our system is the resilience it offers ,we are not curbed by any rule by a lunatic .Just imagine how tough it would be if some psycho came to power and instigated a rule which prohibits us from starting an enterprise that fails once ...
All said and done ,Men (Women included :) ) are born free ... and should live and die so .By death I get an other thought , we have a thousand reasons to die but a single reason to live ...Probably this would be my next one ...
What to write ???
We have a half kg brain that dreams tonnes of ideas each day .. We dream and dream and then dream some more all our lives but then why do we always have a problem writing something which we think about ? Probably it has got to do with the basic mentality of a living organism to always save itslef from the adversities of life .
While writing we are making our ideas concrete , we are substantiating our thoughts and that is where the whole problem lies . We as human beings are a lazy lot ; who think a lot but seldom put their ideas into action .By writing our ideas we are showing it to the world as to what we intend to do and putting forth your selves before the big bad world can be the toughest things in the universe .
Why is it difficult to portray our true picture to the world ?? Probably we have dark secrets which we feel are darker than the darkest dark . But what is dark is again relative and it is all society governed . RIO Di festival is impossible in INDIA , same as karva chauth in Rio Di .So what is good here is not good there ,similarly what is bad here is not bad there ,hence writing your darkest secrets is not such a bad thing after all.
There is bound to be atleast an iota of societyin some part of the world which thinks the same way as you do and you might be the hero for that society for you have been able to put something into words which they never could . Man am I dreaming ?? :)
Just as music is eternal ,so is a human dream . A person in NY dreams of success ,same does a person sitting in HYD :) But the parameters which have stimulated the dream might be different . Is it possible that we have a mechanism where in people with same dreams ,i.e while they are still dreaming , meet and then their dreams would get inexplicably intermingled . We then would not need a writing mode ,as then your dreams would do all the talking ... Then the dreams would not be dreams.
But the dream of a dream not being a dream would be a dream .
Fallen Goliath
The sun rose again , the clock struck 11 again ,but something was different .
The past week had been one of those when I had met with some success and had something to cheer about . After all the fiasco I had for CAT I got a decent percentile ,but the best was something else ; I was called for the interview of "The Seventh HEAVEN" .
I always knew that heaven was right where i was and yesterday was when I realised "So Near yet So Far" .i could walk through the gates of the heaven but could not enter the heaven .I was given a token to get through the gates ,to change the perspective of my life ; but my token was not stamped to let me through .
My confi was sky high ,after all i had done something that made me unique in my ARMY ,rather look unique . i knew if I could show my armour I could pierce through the gates of "The Seventh Heaven" .Was I a goliath ???
The battle lines were drawn ....I was to enter the arena ,in front of me was another warrior better than most I had seen . Was it a battle ,no ,I dont think so ,it was a WAR.
I won the first battle comfortably ,after all I just had to show my pyrotechnics in it .Not a single clash of swords took place .The score line was 1-0.
For the second one I used the cudgel ,but the Warrior's cudgel was a sword and cut my cudgel into 1000 pieces of 1mm each.Scoreline 1-1
The Warrior with a confidence matching his skills started firing canon balls at me ,i was ready and batted out the first few balls but then the balls started getting hotter and boooooooooom my bat busted . Scoreline 1-2.
The Final frontier : The warrior turned into a necromancer and cast a net that kept on gaoling me ,the harder I tried the deeper I went . This was the FINAL NAIL IN THE COFFIN.
Scoreline 1-3.
GOLIATH LOOSES to an other goliath .The GOLIATH is a DAVID and would be a DAVID unless he goes to the HELL and LEARNS the wizardry.
Will he do it ??The war has just begun....
Why ???
Yesterday met an old friend of mine (Vicky) ,when I mean old ( he has grown real old ) ; the last time i had met him he was of my age ,but now things have changed and too drastically and this has inspired me to write something based on his story .
This chap has taken to big time boozing , I guess the reason is Devdas ,films do effect us !!!. The reason for his inebriation has been the love of his life :) .
The story goes as follows ,not a typical rich girl poor boy one .I dont know how every girl who falls in love is rich ?? Does that mean only rich have a heart , may be because the poorer ones dont have the liberty to let them do what they feel .
Getting back to his story , the story started from college ( breeding ground for love mosquitoes). Vicky was ragged and was supposed to propose to a fresher girl (God why cant ppl think of some new ragging techniques). Yes you have guessed it right this girl was to be his sweet heart . Four years of a fully blown love story . The trees at gardens and parks ,the tables at restaurants every thing knew them .
Ah!! they were so smitten by this love bug . every one thought this was "the pair " which was going to be a legend which they could narrate to their children .
Four years went by , it felt as if the four years had just been a dream . The day had come when they had to leave the college . The H2O from eyes was flowing like hell . The college campus would have been under floods had the departing scene lasted for more than 10 minutes . But the bus driver came to rescue of the college and the bus started and thus ended the love story .....???
Three months at home and every thing had changed , the girl now was stoic towards our protagonist . Why????????
Reason being she didnt have the courage to profess her love to DADDY. but why didnt she have the courage ?? not because vicky was poor ,which he was not , then ; because Vicky's caste was not the same and she anticicpated that this might be a problem and hence the whole rona-dhona .
Finally what happens :
She gets married ...
vicky is drinking his ass out in some sadak chhap bar ....
My Observation ::
if you want to fall in love and then rise in it , then better love after considering all the parameters which are going to influence the system of future ,else you would be ruing for a paradigm shift which would never happen .This is a conclusion of keen observation and analysis of various love chronicles( 11 to be precise) ,of which none reached a favourable ending .
Software Firm
It was a bright sunny morning ,but the sunlight wasn't seeping through the heavy curtains of the conference room .
"We have long been subjugated and manipulated .The time has come for us to now do something which no one ever has done and will ever do ." Fritz concluded ,with a huge round of applause from his colleagues .
Fritz was a software engineer working for a Billion Dollar Firm . Years of sweat less slogs had turned him into a "Cheveza" .The community was raging over the latest development in the organisation and Fritz's speech had fuelled the fire that was to ravage the legacy of the organisation .
All the team members bullz,squire,...got ready for the battle which was to begin the next day . They had prepared a presentation ('what else cud IT guys think of ') ,which they woudl be presenting to their chief manager.The presentation had the nitty gritties of all the wrong strategies adopted by their manager .
Briefly describing the manager , if there was any club for the guys with the least IQ's then he would be the head of that club for sure .
"The strategic flaws in the system cannot be neglected and should be rectified "said the Chief , and it was "END OF DAYS " for the dumbo mgr . The manager's tie was tied to the chair("Chairs had rollers") and bullz sat on the chair ;the chair was pulled from cubicle to cubicle . Years of dumbo raj had been abolished .
'Its a new day ,its a new world ..." was the new anthem in the software firm .
But a firm without a manager is like a toilet without a flush ,and so the chief mgr decided that democracy would be the order of the day and "We the people" of the bottom of the software pyramid would choose our manager . The day of the elections was decided ,5th of december .
"All the decisions would be taken in a democratic manner . People first firm next ." Fritz said . The conference room was filled with the sounds of table tapping . "Hurray to our new manager " boomed across the conf hall .
The company's value in the stock market was touching new highs . It was the highest in past 20 years . impressed by the performance of the software firm ,chief mgr decided that Fritz deserved recognition for the way he had transformed the "ALL LOSER's" club to a winner miles above the rest .
Every one thought these are 'The best days of my life ".But destiny had something else in store for them .
" We would ave to work harder ,to beat our previous quarter's performance .From now onwards the office timings woudl be changed from 6Am to 9PM .The recess would be 15min .Together we can and we will make a difference ". Fritz said .
All the software engg.s sulked . "This whole democracy thing is a fiasco . We had voted out the previous manager just because of his outrageous rules and now one amongst us is also doing the same thing " said Bullz.
The award ,the responsibilities had changed Fritz .He was no more a human being now ,he was a manager .
The unrest , the dissatisfaction amongst the work groups started rising .A volcano was to errupt but when ?????
Woah Cat !!!
" November 20th 2005 " a Day to remember for me . First and foremost it was the D-Day , the day when the "CAT" was on a prowl ; was it a CAT or some pre historic monster . Have given quite a few exams in my puny mortal life ; but yesterday was different .
The day was nothing exceptional to start with . I reached the secunderabad center at 9:50 . the crowd there was just humbug .
I t reminded me of my pre degree days , when doting parents would come with their swots and start giving jitters to one's around them .
i just could not understand the whole thing , I mean when the nerd has slogged for years together why do you need such last minute rotes ; and all this for an exam which tests ur apti ,"supposedly".
Just as I was walking towards the gates of the center , a guy comes up an asks me the details of the exam .
" what is the duration of the exam ?" , "how many do I have to answer ?" , " How many questions?"
God give me break . I mean who the hell told you to give the xam when u didnt know what it is for? I know some bloody bugger would have inspired this dolt and he was making a chicken 65 of my already fused up brain .
It would have been good had it ended here but ,na it didnt ; as in typical bollywoodish style
" This is the beginning" . As i reached the gates swamping my way across hordes of parents , I was given shock of my life by the watch man . He just said "Sir meedi ee centre kaadu "
I didnt understand , I mean what was this mushy saying ,of course it was my center , the same name of the school was the same , the locality was same ,then !!!
One careful look @ my hall ticket and I realized, gosh my center was 4 km from this place . Now what ?? Just as I was still thinking what to do, some over enthusiastic parents come up and suggest that I should take an autio as fast as possible ,yeah and where do I get an auto in a place where the road was clogged to an extent that people had to walk over the heads of others.
Some how I ran a km and then took an auto ,who luckily for me knew the address of the test center. I was already 20 min late to the centre and just i was ramming my way into the college , the watch man there stops me . I guess this was my day with the mushy's :) . he just said
"Nahin jaa sakte late ho gaye ".
Now what ???? My acting skills came to fore and I turned myself into a a sublime person whose life rested on this bloody mushy . Fortunately this chap fell for all my dumb excuses , "Like i had an accident " ,"I had to admit my friend to the hospital " ,"If I dont write this exam my life would be doomed (as if its not now :) )"
Finally into the center I ran towards the man who was showing the way to our classrooms.
I though atlast I was through with the whole episode . But no !! there was something else still left .
The attendees in the center didnt know whether such a room existed at all or not they made me run all over the place . If i had to interact with such dumb assess daily then I would be a HR manager for sure .
Finally I got to my hall and I see what , mine was the only seat which had a 2*2 writing pad . It was such a small thing that u cud either keep ur pencil or a rubber on it . So i had to write the whole xam with the question paer in one hand and answer sheet partly on the table.
After going thru this arduous journey ,I would have been happy had I belled the CAT .But as they say ,when things are going bad they wont go right .
