Kal ho na ho!!!!

Title: We all behaved like it was Kal ho na ho

Occasion: PK’s party. 27 June 07

Characters: Me, Avinash, Pk, Baba, Bihari, Akhil & Amita

Events: I was playing TT when bihari informed me about PK’s party being scheduled today. I was expecting it to be in near future but as Bihari was planning to party on his b’day on the next day partying that day was not called for. As always we wasted a lot of time in deciding the venue and it got a bit late. Finally ‘Paparazzi’ – which was at walkable distance from office was decided. The view from that place was awesome but unfortunately all the tables along the glass wall were booked and we too wanted an open terrace. But the place was cool and worth giving it one more try…. next time….Akhilbhai too reached Paparazzi and luckily on time no akhilbhai…. only akhil….. ya akhil too joined us outside paparazzi and it brought a big smile on baba’s face…. finally he had a sutta partner as well as sutta which he desperately missed after avinash quit it….

Bihari got a table booked for 7 at ‘Case Del Sol’ which is located on Residency road – some 3 km from office. The traffic on the day was at its peak and no one had the courage to take the bike that day. Also there was no certainty that we will be capable of driving after the party. so taking an auto was the best option.

We reached there before akhil and baba and quickly ordered the “starters” I was in complete mood to reach to the “elevated level” asap…. There r several reasons behind getting it done asap -

1) I hate the taste of beer. I have grown up munching all that tastes good and feels good and fortunately or unfortunately beer has neither of the two qualities.

2) The faster u drink, with max bottoms up the earlier u reach that elevated level.

3) I don’t drink just for the sake of drinking and getting cheered up. or to run away from reality. that elevated level does give me the opportunity to think otherwise and helps me sort out many things which i find it difficult to do in normal circumstances.

4) I don’t like drinking in public so asap when there r less people is a better option.

Coming back…the service was cool and v got what v ordered pretty quickly…. i had couple of bottoms up and feeling the true flavour of beer as i didn’t have lunch…. a practice which is bad but i don’t wanna compromise on the promise that i made to myself…. Akhil n Baba arrived and then we were all set to have “some quality time” …. v had beers and chicken and mushrooms – good open place, perfect breezy weather…. my bottoms up count went to 4 and i could feel that i was near my destination…. PK had ordered a cocktail which everyone tasted and admired…. it was one of the best cocktails i ever had…. its a different issue that i can count on fingers the cocktails i had but anyways it was good one and me and baba ordered one…. i guess by that time Amita and avinash too arrived…. i don’t know much what all v guys were discussing but its the case everytime v have “the quality time”…. I’ll appreciate some narrations of incidents from friends:

Avinash:

Baba:

PK:

Bihari:

All i can recall after 10 PM was that avinash was on cloud no 9 and firing bcs from there to anyone who interfered with him…. the situation was going out of control where i expected his majesty Akhil and the mastermind Baba to rise to the occasion and establish a bit of control on what was going on…. in my drunken state also i could foresee that its not going in right direction…. but i guess they too were a bit drunk at that stage…. somehow i couldn’t control myself and i tried to stop avinash who was going berserk – giving gaalis to waiters and us, breaking glasses, taking shots and shots of vodka and even throwing his camera…. baba too felt the physical tyranny of avinash who threw away his glasses and pulled his hair – one time in front of me and a lot in my absence…. baba got so much enraged that he almost decided to get his hair cut so that he wont have to face the physical torture nexttime…. Bihari was in his own mood after baba said something something to him which neither of the two wanna say…. the final word is that it was some ‘misinterpretation’…. Amita too was……. Actually if someone could figure out what was going on in her mind or why she didn’t retaliate (as she was the only one in her senses and had the authority) at that time plz enlighten me on it…. could be a case that she was afraid of ‘Mr Hyde’ avinash…. or maybe she was enjoying the drama…. or she was bold enough to withstand this and taking it lightly…. or maybe she thought it not good to leave the party halfway through as it doesn’t look nice. also finding and going by auto alone could be a problem….

Anyways after the party when v were looking for an auto avinash was giving gaalis to auto drivers too…. luckily they didn’t understand…. We got an auto at double rate and when traveling avinash was frequently bulging out of the auto window and the driver warned me many times that he might fall off the auto…. I knew someone had to carry him to his bed…. I was not confident that i can carry myself through, carrying avinash was a distant dream…. i called the roommates who came on time and helped me make him reach home…. and then started “Baap re Baap” cassette and the vomiting barrage…. I was about to go so i guess bhattu and amit will be better narraters…. but i know that some sweet lime was made and they were discussing whether they should call a doctor for avinash…. but ya i guess baba might have got it right – Bipolar syndrome….

Anyways its ok to let it go in front of friends…. thats what friends r for i guess…. to help u out when in need….

First Day First Show

Around 10 AM when i was relaxing on my bed on a perfect Sunday morning, lost in the thoughts, that I got a call from Mr Gulshan informing me that a faculty who was about to take some class in indiranagar is unavailable and he wanted me to take the class…. it was the first request so didn’t wish to disappoint him and agreed to take the class…. i have confidence on my ability to solve maths problem and agreed to take the class of the subject (DEX) even though he reminded me that its one of the toughest DI sheets…. I told him that i’ll reach the center some 10/15 minutes before the class and have a feel of the paper….

The class was in Indiranagar…. location of the center was not known to me prior to the class but it didn’t take much effort in finding it out…. the first reaction was…. oh god…. one has so many students in indiranagar!!!! the center was supposed to be one of the less student prone centers but the whole college floor was flooded with students…. I knew it…. i was lacking the beginner’s luck…. the first step was not going to be easy and it wasn’t…. I reached the place pretty early and asked the staff boy for the papers…. He handed me one and i was shocked…. the paper really had pretty complex problems…. atleast it seemed complex for someone who was about to take his first class…. somehow i didn’t get that strength to take the class and i said its better to teach what i have prepared and decided to take the Trigonometry class….

I entered the class and kept my stuff (helmet and bag ) on the desk beside the main table…. but there was no reaction from the students – I expected things to settle down as they had a teacher in the class…. but it was otherwise…. the class was in its own mood…. I announced that the person who was about to take the horrible DEX paper is not available and i m filling in his place…. and also said that i’ll be covering the basics of trigonometry…. There were sounds of disapproval and dejection…. I too had faced similar situations many times at Time…. many times it happened that the class which was having some ‘quality stuff’ was replaced by a pretty basic boring lecture…. But i couldn’t help them…. I had to help myself…. so i started explaining some of the concepts of angle, radian, etc…. i had planned to take some of the concepts of geometry too but the students said that they already had the class of Geometry and were pretty clear about Apollonius Theorem and all…. i lost half an hour of lecture there itself…. I realized that its going to be a tough lecture…. I plotted the sin, tan and cos curves and then decided to take some examples…. As i turned after completing the examples there were some who would shout out the answers and the whole fun of the problem seemed gone…. I realized that i too did the same mistake when i was a student at TIME and i took away the opportunity from others to learn…. Sometimes its better for the sake of whole that one keeps himself shut….

Some weird problems…. Some good problems…. Some where i explained them the fundas…. overall i guess explaining the examples was a pretty decent part of the lecture…. i looked at the watch…. it was only 1 hour gone…. what I was left with was the height and distance section…. I was pretty confident about it and explained that too – hopefully pretty well with help of examples and i could c the class responding too…. finally i got the satisfaction that i was successful in explaining a concept to a major portion of the class…. looked at watch 12.40…. took some more examples…. reached the end of the chapter…. i didn’t knew what to do and somewhere behind someone started to walk out…. i waved towards him signaling its fine to leave but the whole section of that class rose and started to leave…. i looked again at watch…. i left them some 40 minutes in advance…. god…. TIME’s going to kick me out…. but i was little happy the class was over…. i needed time to sit back and think what went wrong and which were the areas where i needed improvements so that the mistakes r not repeated again…. along the lecture i made good friends with 3 students of mine…. after the lecture i was chit chatting with them…. one was a doc ( i was shocked)…. a doc, after so much hard work was looking at CAT….. other was a 1 yr exp engineer similar to me and the third was a college grad…. I took the engineer with me to have something in nearby place…. I was feeling pretty stressed out and physically a bit fatigued…. He took me to a south Indian restaurant on CMH Road :S …. I didn’t have any money…. but the HDFC ATM nearby didn’t give me the money I was feeling little embarrassed…. I’ll be taking a favor from student…. but i guess when the lecture was a disaster nothing else mattered…. At the restaurant we discussed what he did and howz the work at his place…. I took his number too – for referral and all

The other two lectures in the evening which were assigned to me went pretty well and I guess i was able to share my knowledge in a much better way…. and the time too wasn’t that long…. both the classes ended around 2 hours only so it was a good confidence booster…. I got the first lesson on how one should go about teaching and some feedbacks that r going to help me in long run in delivering a lecture…. I know that i m pretty bad at explaining in a lecture…. hopefully it will help me in shaping myself…. Also there is an opportunity where i m also getting paid

FMP……. :) 20 June 2007

Its a Rang De Basanti dialogue – “Duniya vich do tarah ke log hote hai. Ek jo sab sah lete hai. Aur ek woh jo himmat uthakar sachchai ka saamna karte hai.” ( There r two kinds of people in this world. One who accepts and tolerates all thats wrong. Other where people fight for the truth and the right). I don’t know whether i totally belong to one of the camps but I try to be in the second group for most of the time. One such instance where i can proudly say that i belong to second group is FMP. The terminology is coined by v all. FMP – Free Marriage Party. I hope the full form itself explains the concept If not then FMP is the fruit of success out of the effort put in to get good food without compelling our pockets to make much effort. rather doing without the pockets to making any effort. In college days v had a very monotonic meals at our respective messes – which is so in almost all college messes across India During the third year v decided its high time to find a solution. It was a little harsh on our pockets going to Jewels often and relishing the served Butter Chicken…. And that butter chicken used to be v awesome…. v used to fight among ourselves to get that piece of ‘tangdi’…. and the curry too was awesome…. v had a ‘chinki’ waiter on our side who would help us reduce our bills v used to tip him heavily and the guy used to decrease the order in the bill => double profit but spreading corruption…. v used to relish around 8 butter naans and the bill showed 6 plain rotis => saving around 50/60 bucks…. v used to tip him 20/25…. i recall that for the first setting v tipped him so much that the final profit was just 1 Rupee…. but it was planning for future that was important…. and it did pay us rich dividents…. even though the amount saved might not excite us much now but at that time v earned something more too…. it was confidence in ourselves to fight it out and find a solution…. do something daring where success chances r less…. v ourselves faced the uneasy situation many times and its a debate whether v should do it or not…. but it was the ultimate goal that mattered…. not a bitter look from waiter…. later v gave all those who rejected our proposition a bit more of that bitter look…. but it was an adventure that raised the confidence levels in all three of us…. if not it raised confidence in me – that much i m certainly sure….

Coming back to FMPs it a ‘free’ (the most liked word of Uncle Scrugge – Ducktales) way to get the job done…. the only price v paid was risk and if v got of the edge the consequences could have been v severe…. but it was worth trying for me…. it had started at Dhaivat’s place a year back but i wasn’t sure that a pastime will help me much when v were in dire situation at roorkee…. Initially all of us were little scared internally but v new that to minimize the risk that ’scare-score’ needs to be decreased and v had to believe that v were don at this…. i had to believe initially that the more i hide the scare the more safe i m…. and as “Practice makes a man perfect” v too got the perfection…. rather than running away from battlefield v used to wait or long for the battlefield to come as quickly as possible as it was an opportunity to taste sweet success of victory

Some of those were simply awesome…. ones near Neelam cinema and on that road were cool…. even couple of parties near boat club were cool…. sometimes v regretted too…. it sometimes used to be so pathetic that v thought it better to have dinner at college messes…. atleast the food used to be hygienic…. After v became pro some of the guys around wanted to try out something more too…. and with gals around but i guess none had success…. atleast to my knowledge…. but it was fun being around and enticing someone specially anshuman tanwar alias tawal/towel….

The current count of my FMP stands at 32 or 34…. which i forgot too as its stagnated after i left roorkee make it 31 or 33 as because of the following….one night as usual v followed the music …. the signal that v had was music and fortunately or unfortunately it was the same as always…. v reached there and found the place to be a little less crowded…. v thought it must have been a low budget party…. v found the number of kids to be much…. but who cared…. all v were interested was food…. v had the starting appetizer and then took the main plate…. filled it with everything that was there on the table and in the end on a small table there layed a cake “Happy Birthday”…. gg…. big gg…. v looked at stage and v saw a kid, with a paper cap surrounded by his parents accepting gifts from visitors feeling like being on cloud #9…. v were left drop-jawed…. thats why 31/33 FMPs + 1 B’day….

Lets c…. trying it out at bangalore is playing hide and seek with lion…. well to camouflage oneself in UP was a simpler task with the local language being Hindi and i had the looks to cover myself…. to speak kannad is different issue…. i m not even sure that i can do a lungi correctly…. v need to be full proof before taking risk or else the odds r in favor of defeat…. to have the taste of victory one needs to pull down those odds against and the easiest stuff is by doing the basics that u can do correctly…. forget what i can’t control…. but no blunders from my side atleast…. lets c…. its another everest not conquered…. if i get a company to try it out i m most anxious to achieve it too…. A fight never goes begging

“Try Try Try till u succeed…. but don’t expect success if u subconsciously think that u don’t deserve success”

Kailash Giri…. 17 June 2007

A perfectly beautiful afternoon…. a bit cloudy and breezy…. nice temperate climate…. conditions were perfect for burning the rubber down on the national highways while exploring new destinations…. but thanks to bihari that destination was missing…. with senior members of his team joining us on the trip I imagined bihari to plan it out atleast a little but…. it was all our mistake to have trusted an asshole like bihari and it is a lesson learned the hard way….

Anyways after picking up Rohan from his place (as bihari was supposed to be stuck in traffic) v circled around the Manipal hospital 2 Diamond District stretch just to be together…. but Avinash let the car escape and v were left stranded with little information where v were going…. technology coming to our rescue with bihari smsing some vague english letters clubbed together to form words…. how to pronouce them? god knows…. one definate location around was something called Chickmanglur which was some 50 kms from bangalore and the route was more or less known….

When v were passing by Palace Grounds Rohan realized that there was some bungee jumping event being organized in nearby place…. v looked here and there around us that v can find the place…. but frankly the effort was so minimal that v would have been dumbstruck if v had found the place…. no one made effort to ask someone around or get down from the bike and inquire…. even didn’t call a friend to know more about it from newspaper…. Well i guess that showed the desire in us to do bungee jumping

Finally after some 40/45 minutes of crawling between traffic v reached the highway…. the sight was a dream for any bike driver…. a never ending stretch visible upto a couple of kms…. 6 Lane highway and mostly free…. i wanted to hear the roar of my karizma but i thought it wise to have the helmet when driving over 100 kmph…. and those 20/25 Km of driving over 100 kmph touching 120kmph at couple of places was awesome…. Rohan, who was sitting behind me was trying his best not to cry but he couldn’t help his emotions and had his cheeks washed with tears

All the doubts regarding the performance of my bike were cleared…. My karizma roared through while conquering the road with an ease even at this much high speeds…. My dad had taken the bike to 110 kmph previously but it was before the 2nd service so the engine couldn’t go full throttle at that time…. but this time the bike performed at my will…. i didn’t go for full accelerator as at 120 kmph even a small drift of wind was a little dangerous to tackle…. i wanted to know the full speed of my bike but i guess it would be wise to do it after a service….

After the main 6 Lane highway was done v entered a stretch having only 2 lanes and thats where v caught bihari’s car…. i was amazed to find only Tim & bihari in it…. well the plan was made that v’ll be having 2/3 bikes with moti and bill also accompanying us…. v were supposed to be going to “SKanda Giri, Kalavarahalli betta – via Chickbalapur “- a place suggested by moti….

V reached Chickbalapur around 4…. had little snacks…. offered britannia’s cake & a packet of the simplest of Lays to Firangi which he munched gleefully…. it was very difficult to ask people about the place as none knew about it or pretended that they didn’t due to language issues…. v had a unique driver who instead of helping us out used to ask us as what info v could get…. anyways after a bit of asking here and there someone showed us the way towards some xyz betta…. which was supposed to be a tourist spot…. just a road which might lead to the place…. no kms no direction…. that was the time when the doubts were confirmed that bihari’s plan was no plan we were completely stranded…. anyways with karizma around exploring new places was not a problem…. specifically when the climate was supporting so much it was not a big deal…. and truly the road was one of those which transfered me back to those school days when i enjoyed the beauties of nature with a little more simplicity and wholeness…. it was Malgudi days revisited…. simple villages…. green fields with distant hills…. cloudy blue sky…. there was calmness and happiness in the eyes of the cattle that v crossed unlike those in the city which might bully anyone who came near had it not been the chain to which it was tied…. Grandmas playing with the kids…. Children playing simple games with full enthusiasm…. Smiles on faces of the aged…. Don’t know but simple good images around bring in joy and happiness in me…. i loved driving on that road….

We were again lost a bit where v had to take a right turn into a ‘gali’…. and that was the gali….. perfect place to be with your spouse if u have one unfortunately i had Rohan behind me and both were lost in those dreams – had v got one bas ek hi ….there came an opportunity to steal mangoes too but we decided to do it while returning…. unfortunately it didn’t happen

But after around 1 hour of driving i was left questioning where v were headed…. it was almost 5 and still v couldn’t c any hill around…. myself and rohan finalized on 2 distant hills to be something worth going…. forget the names finally someone told that there’s a place called Kailash Giri worth going which was around…. well like Gogo in Andaz apna apna…. “Aaye hai to kuch to lekar jaayenge”…. the driver of cab was so pathetic, everytime the road split into two he would enter one blindly and then that one would almost everytime happen to be the wrong one v could say that it was highly probable that the road that driver didn’t take was the correct one…. after lots of twists and turns on a single lane road which would hump at will v reached the place…. luckily v were just in time around quarter to 6…. a bit of climbing and then there was a series of cave temples…. inside everyone started flashing the cameras here and there…. all getting into that weird funky modes

Had a bit of rock climbing too and the view from that place was awesome…. never ending plains…. bits of hills here and there with trees…. golden sky and sun setting behind the adjacent hill…. view reminded of Age of Mythology graphics…. Avinash babu were busy making full use of the digicam…. so was firangi…. suddenly we could here someone shouting frantically and then v realized that trekking or rock climbing at the place was strictly banned…. v got down asap…. there prasad was being served in form of a light khichdi…. myself and mala had it…. prasad in any form shouldn’t be neglected – thats wat i believe…. finally v had some DCH style photo session after coming down the hill…. finally the driver did something that he should…. he got the info of how to reach Bangalore by a shorter route…. the road wasn’t that good to drive but i guess driving on any road apart from proper National highways at night is difficult…. lots of bumps here and there and v were left shaping our asses when we got down from bike…. had a decent dinner which i felt good…. but i guess when one’s hungry everything tastes tasty….

v were on Old Madras Road so it wasn’t difficult getting back home wasn’t difficult…. also had a cool F1 race that evening so it was all action that day…. and Hamilton peeping ahead of Alonso was the cherry on the cake….

The trip that was completely unplanned turned out to be a decent adventure and i guess everyone was fine with the outcome…. personally i was thrilled at the afternoon drive that i had on the highway…. bangalore traffic rarely gives scope to take my bike to the limits and with helmets on i just couldn’t experience the smooth firing of the bike….

The Art of Bargaining

Bargaining as such is considered something that most of us like to avoid…. i had seen many long disputes happening over prices of vegetable back home but here in bangalore the bargaining is a rare phenomenon…. people consider bargaining as a waste of time and usually don’t like to be involved in it unless the stakes are high…. I agree….

but practice makes a man perfect…. and this applies to bargaining too…. if one wants to reap the benefits of a big deal then he needs to master the art of making the smaller deals successful too….

for me bargaining is an opportunity to sharpen my negotiating skills and find ways of evading the arguments made by the opponent…. that was the main reason i loved to help out my friends when they went to market to buy something…. one can bargain at almost any place…. from small fruit shops to large genuine showrooms…. bargaining is legal and prevalent at all places…. the difficultly levels might vary…. i.e. bargaining for say 10% in a normal showroom might be simpler than bargaining for 5% in a peter england showroom….. but bargaining could be done in Peter England showroom too…. its not an exception

tricks of bargaining:

1) Show the valid Points why the price said by you is the appropriate price…. avoid comparing price with other stalls( or else expect reply that ‘wahi se le lo’) the more genuine and convincing you sound the more the guy will think about it…. its like putting him in your shoes and trying to convince him that if he himself was about to buy that stuff it would be the same….

2) Best way to find an appropriate price of the stuff you are about to buy is to find its price in the nearby shop/stall…. say u like a typical pair of local shoes…. Find the approximate price of the commodity from a nearby stall that gives the base for bargaining….

(Still Incomplete)

One of my first loves

4 June 2007

There were days when i had a 8 year old kinetic with me…. no front brakes…. even the accelerator wire broke couple of times…. front suspension gone…. seat cover in all tatters…. but it was real fun sliding between traffic and going in front…. 5.4 km of ashram road traffic 8 traffic signals and it took around 15/20 minutes to reach school…. that too without too much fast driving…. i love that kinetic and was careful that i do not put much pressure on the engine…. hence i used to drive max upto 50 kmph and i guess it was not advisable to drive it beyond that speed in such situation…. there were times where i had 1 accident/day…. nothing major but little touches here and there…. i had only one major accident with that kinetic where there were 3 cars ramming into each other and my kinetic last…. luckily there was nothing behind me or else it might have been the end for me…. no serious injury for me but the front nose of kinetic had to be changed i.e. expense worth 200 bucks…. but i loved driving the way i did…. it was sheer pleasure to drive past the traffic and feeling free…. it was something which i felt was mine and i gradually learned controlling it at will…. “I felt alive”….I felt similar to harry potter on his firebolt…. where I could maneuver kinetic in the best possible way…. that learning curve has helped a lot…. having Karizma now i m upgraded thats for sure but i couldn’t have driven karizma to the limit as i do had i not trusted that kinetic and driven it to its limits…. Finally i can say the driving the kinetic to the limit was stepping stone in my driving karizma gracefully….

If time permits I’ll like to take a week off and go for some short ‘South Bharat Yatra’ exploring tourist destinations on this bike…. there r couple of prerequisites which are hard to find but lets c…. dreams keep one going (ah another topic for blog… cool i have something for tomorrow )…. Lets c…. if i find some friends with desire to drill it out and passion to conquer the road then this dream might come true…. and ya…. if u were looking for answers to my first loves it was driving

Initialization

 

Ah….. Cool site….

thanks Raghoo(Raghuram) for enlightening me about a cool site as this one….

hmm for all the readers general precautions….. this an out of the material world guy writing about wat he feels about everything and how the bigger and practical world receives an amateur….

some things are deliberately expected to be pathetic so bad PJs r most likely to happen chill maadi

CandleLight Shower….

7/4/07

It was the luxury of great sultans in ancient times…. but thanks to bangalore’s intermittent supply of electricity now its become a routine for people like me who have dark bathrooms to enjoy candlelight shower…. the soothing light takes the limelight from daily life for sometime and takes people into those imaginary worlds and gives them a feel of what those kings enjoyed centuries ago…. the outermost layer of candle is blazing hot around 1200 degrees…. looks like its gonna convert anything that comes near it to black ash…. the inner blue layer around 30/40 degrees is pleasing…. its cool, charming, relaxing…. Candlelight shower is perfect opportunity to relish that comfortable feeling…. not by trying to touch the blue flame but getting those comfortable thoughts out and enjoying them….

All u want is a cool bathtub & …. well everything has a perfect time i guess…. lets wait n watch…. reminds me of a dialogue of DDLJ where SRK tells Kajol about his dream girl who’ll come out of clouds….”Pata nahi kab yeh baadal hatenge”

My country’s present and future….

Most of the ‘bakar’ of guys like us revolve either around the present situation, politics, sports or love affairs/frustrations All the time we think about cricket a question comes into our mind that if New Zealand with a population of 4 million can make it large why we with 250 times its population(could be even more) cant do it or cant do it on a consistent basis… the answers are pretty simple but hard to accept…. lots of politics…. poverty…. poor infrastructure(lack of facilities)….

With so many fighting it out to get that last piece of bread, resources per head r too less…. the basic requirement of this large population itself covers up the whole budget and we are left with only compromises to make…. basic education, infrastructure, water, health are the key issues with which we have to deal with a high priority…. the situation is like i m crossing the Hooghly river in calcutta in a boat meant to carry 20 guys and somehow 50 have been accomodated with 45 of them unfit to row the boat so there is burden on the whole lot…. the 5 guys feel that are being exploited and the others just dont understand wats going wrong…. actually ignorance is the biggest hurdle we have to overcome if India needs to be something near to a developed country…. enlighten people about the current situation…. spreading education (doesn’t matter even if its sex education) just give the people the right knowledge which makes them understand whats write and whats wrong…. fights based on religion, caste, language, region need to be stopped fast(which i’ll discuss subsequently)…. we have abundance of one of the biggest resource required in an industry….. manpower…. lets use it to the fullest…. atleast we can imitate China’s strategy in becoming a global manufacturing hub….

The reality is, as we all know, that the resources are stagnant and population is increasing…. i.e. each one has to fight more to get his share…. and this fight has been continuing from quite some time…. its evolved and become more sophisticated and all one can think of is his/her own benefit…. its the same political drama…. the parties turn up to just anything to get votes…. and its not just one party its every party…. some follow Hindutva agenda…. some allow Bangladeshis to come in, just to increase the vote bank…. when a voter is about to cast a vote he’s just trying to select the best donkey of the pack who is only interested in eating that green grass…. politics has become such a big pool of shit that its just not possible to expect something positive coming out of it…. there r few fighters who try their level best to clean up the mess but the numbers r just too less…. v all r greedy people similar to stray dogs who fight for that last piece of flesh….

i really question god’s will of choosing mankind as the best species…. there will be no wonder if life on earth will cease in some 150/200 years…. dinos got extinct but didn’t do damage to other stuffs as atmosphere, water, etc…. but with mankind allz being destroyed beyond repair…. all v can repair is either our materialistic stuffs or some human parts to make people live and damage stuffs even more…. 150 also seems too far make it max 3/4 more generations…. somewhere in universe there’ll be another planet where evolution must have been taking place and it’ll take earths position in future….

“Propel, Propel, Propel your craft
Placidly down the liquid solution
Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically,
Existence is but an illusion “

Pressure pressure all the way!!!!

 

4 April 07

Lets start off with a very weird topic….

when walking on the stage or doing something in public, one is expected to take inputs from the audience, analyze it and make sure that the people r in the session and not going astray…. sometimes the crowd itself makes u feel that you have taken a very important stage and a lot is at stake on what i speak…. but its this pressure that is a subclass of a general pressure under which people r believed to crack….

this general pressure holds much more importance in determining individual’s performance, health, behavior and much more…. the Husseys and Schumachers have been playing around this pressure and have made it their strength…. theoretically nothing much required to do…. stick to the basics, hear your inner voice, be cool calm composed, use your experience are some of the things one can do to control this pressure….

but my friend, most of us r wrong in thinking about this pressure as a source of weakening or something thats gonna bring downfall…. rather this pressure needs to be charmed and unleashed for the best use…. as i said its pretty easy said than done…. its a dragon and one needs that aragon to control it…. each one has that aragon inside if he has the pressure or else the pressure wont be there…. its as simple as there can be only that much poison as its antidote’s capacity….

i tend to crumble even when speaking to a group of 5 to 10 guys around and someone like Sagarika Ghose can pull off a great debate even on sex education in india in public…. as people say that there’s always scope for improvement in fielding in cricket, there’s whole lot to be done to tame this pressure dragon of mine…. every big journey starts with a single step….

The bigger Apple….

When a kid goes to market his eyes lit up…. he looks around and lots and lots of desires arise in his small but dynamic mind…. I personally recall a visit to the local market around Kalapinagar(where v used to stay till my 6th) where in one of the Custom’s showroom i liked a green/blue army style bag worth 200 bucks…. pa promised me that he’ll get me that one on next visit and all i could think of for those moments was that bag…. now when i recall those incidents i am not able to appreciate the enticing factor of the bag…. but when a kid when there is ignorance all around u…. money’s wat dad’s got all the time for me…. so all i saw at that time was toys, toys and toys…. but now things r different….. with the cloud of ignorance gone its a little difficult to take even a single step with so much consequences of every move…. the web’s getting more and more dense with each passing day….. realizing wat one wants in long term makes one motivated and going…. now its not just a next day but each day is important….

I did a ‘bakar’ with shrivastav and prasanth and both of them were in the same boat…. the boat without sail floating in sea…. now its got to be a big effort from us to get us anywhere close to land…. one way they were correct that v r ok established in the industry and having confidence of having the stuffs required in us to help us in tough times v should look ahead even though the road might seem foggy…. so even though v don’t have some definite goals in our mind v can still look forward….

What i feel is for everyone in this world there is a long term big vision for which he/she strives…. for me its bringing joy and happiness to my family….. being successful(subjective) and being with my parents when they want…. around these (what i call long term goal) are short term goals that are intermediate stations on the path to that ultimate goal…. these short term goals are three dimensional having professional expectations, personal life expectations and success/satisfaction as the three dimensions…. the ultimate goal of life has maximum value for all the three coordinates and each small achievement/failure takes us closer to/ away from that destination point…. sounds like 12th standard coordinate geometry where we find distance between two points (x1,y1,z1) & (x2,y2,z2) by the formula [(x1-x2)^2 + (y1 - y2)^2 + (z1-z2)^2]^0.5

Reminds me of the zee cinema advertisement. “Don’t be a loser be a chooser” . Working on the strengths is also a way out if the ultimate goal seems missing. As the strengths will help us out floating till we find that ultimate point. Could be a case where we are about to reach the end of one of the dimensions. Each small bit of pleasure, increment, social event changes coordinates.