Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Independence

It has been sixty years, sixty long years since this country regained its independence. A country now essentially governed by us, the people of the nation. It is we who choose those who govern us and it is we who are the basis, the foundation and the strength of our country, and those of our elected leaders. And hence what befalls it, whether it be good or bad, lies in our hands.

Every year, the 15th of august is celebrated not only to joyously remember the sacrifices our forefathers made, but to instil in us an essence of humility in the recognition that we fell from a great height, that from the golden crane we became a nation imprisoned and now we must march towards a future that one day, might take us back to where we were hailed not as world leaders but nation builders. It is a time of not only celebrating and lauding the achievements but also of retrospection and reflection.

I know, we have again and again heard of the success stories of our country and at the same time we know of the areas in which we have failed.

We are now self reliant in food production and are now an export powerhouse. The manufacturing industry is growing at record 12%, the national production at more than 8% year on year for the last 3 years. The number of unemployed is at an historic low. Whether it be defense, the services or the hospitality industry, research in space; pharmacology, we have been taking great strides towards ever higher ideals.

On the other hand, there are still millions who go unfed every day, day after day. To quote numbers, 200 million suffer from malnutrition and about a quarter are on the brink of starvation. The unemployed may be at a low of 7.3%, but it still comprises of around 80 million people.

I could go on and on, but we are all acquainted with the truth. While the former is a matter of great pride, the latter forms a subject of recriminations time and again. A blame game played every year which intensifies in its acrimony until the issues fade, forgotten, only to be hedged up again the next year.

There is so much that all of us can do, and there is so much that so many want to do but cant. We all forget that the most important and the easiest thing that we can do and is within the reach of each of our hands, our right to vote. I pray that we all get an opportunity to do more, to serve our country in more ways, but I would always pray first that I not lose my right to choose who leads me and my nation.

Our independence day, the 15th of August, was not about politics, it was about giving millions and millions of people the most basic fundamental right identified by and demanded by each and every human being in this world; The right to freedom. Isn’t it time that we take it upon ourselves to honour it.

National days are events of retrospection and reflection. When we are supposed to look back and cogitate what has gone right, and what is going wrong and why so. Celebrating it with marches and displays of power are all fine, but it is imperative that we grasp the essence of our Independence Day. Today, we have been able to become self-sufficient in our food production capacity, and are slowly but steadily spreading our wings towards new horizons in our search for new frontiers, whether they be alternative energy or space. Our country has been growing at a rate of almost 8-10% this past decade and can hope to further improve in the imminent future.

Till a few years back, our institutions used to keep going on and on about the brain drain present in the country, about how the best brains always chose to head outside the country; today, however, the trends seem to have changed with the top brains opting to work in the country towards a better and brighter tomorrow. With a booming industrial graph, the race to the top has just gained pace. Like trends already seen in more developed countries the service industry has seen a high growth rate and hence accounts for a larger share in employment of citizens. And, Hospitality as a part of this major sector can, and is generating a lot of new jobs and hence playing a very significant part.

However this does bring to mind the other half of the equation. The huge part of our population still below the poverty line, that part which has to do without basic education and medical facilities; that strata of our society that doesn’t have a roof over its head, and doesn’t have a way to meaningfully employ itself.

Today when we look for lucrative offers in the job market, why is it that we always look towards the MNCs and International Companies? Why is it that we are still enchanted and drawn to the development of some other country rather than ours?

Or for that matter, since we do belong to the food industry, why is it that we aren’t quite able to assert our independence from Western Cultural imperialism in the form of Mc. Donalds, KFCs or Pizza Huts? Our food is one of the representatives of our culture, forever absorbing – be it Indian Chinese, Tandoori or Tea... But, where do we go from here? We’ve been a nation which is confident in its identity because we imbibe people and their culture... Will we be able to imbibe these new influences, or will they overcome us? Will we be able to maintain our independence here?

Be it thinking about children, about whom no one cares when they disappear, to never come back, or be it standing up against corruption which we ourselves foster. Be it not littering the roads, or helping the aged cross the road. India may be shining, but all of it is not and our conscience should not rest till then. Think about it, for you are free; you shall be free only till you think.

Because, the Independence Day is not just another holiday.

I guess I need to thank two people for their help and contribution to this post, namely Sushank and Aditya. Without whom this post would still be in more or less its nascent stage... So, thanks a lot guys!!!!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

A Second Life.....?

These days the coolest things online are MMORPGs. To those of you unfamiliar with that abbreviation, it means Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games. Thanks to the booming market for Internet connections (I won't call them broadband connections, cause that'd be a disgrace...) this phenomena has now slowly and steadily started taking over the virtual horizon.

The point of this style of gaming is to provide players with a virtual persona, that lives in a virtual world. These games have not only taken the World Market by storm, they've even become huge business hubs. The games heading this revolution across the globe seem to be Second Life and The World of Warcraft.

These games have provided a new horizon for exploration..... That of our own creativity!! Though this world is just as competitive as the real world, you can easily carve out a niche for yourself here...!! The general level of comfort/need of the netizens with this genre of gaming has intensified over the past few years, thanks to the increase in the commercial viability of these supposed tools for whiling away one's time.

Today they provide us with an alternative lifestyle wherein there are no real restrictions to what we can achieve. They've also managed to create quite a few millionaires out of us common people. If you are artistic or creative in anyway, or even if you have great idea that you'd like to sell.... you can earn money........ loads and loads of money......!! And, by money I don't just mean virtual currency within the game's universe... I mean real hard cash....!! The kind that you can actually hold onto and use to buy your groceries, to pay your bills and to even buy yourself a new house or a new car!!!

But, herein come the problems... is so much of something a good thing?? Why can't man spend more time socialising physicially than virtually?? Will the advent of this era in the virtual world result into the creation of a Matrix like pseudo-world where people will willingly give up their freedom to choose to become a part of an artificial environment?? Do we want to lead that completely doctored life?? That 'perfect' life that a virtual environment like this can provide us with?? Are the strides we are taking in this direction really an improvement??

These are questions of a very personal nature... But, very important nevertheless cause they just might just change our future forever!!

A Long Time Coming...

It's been months since I last logged in to Blogger. The past few months have been a whirlwind of activity. I've been constantly travelling, never at home base for more than a week at a time. It's been an amazing few months... Full of experiences, new and old! I don't really know why, but I seem to have taken a liking to doing stuff alone...

Travelling alone for some reason, has started to seem like freedom incarnate!! The freedom of being on your own and taking your on calls on what seems reasonable and what doesn't has a certain addictive feel to it. In the past coupla months I've been to Mangalore, Udupi, Manipal, Belgaum, Mumbai, Pune, Malaysia and Singapore. And, it's been an amazing journey!!! There have been ups and downs, but I hope the bumps don't leave lasting scars...

Sometimes I get this feeling that life is this long journey where as we meet with people, they become a part of us... Of who we are... And, what we are... I don't know about anybody else, but there are times when I feel like talking with people, discuss problems and the likes, but almost inevitably the people I think of in these situations are always busy. Thats when I think out solutions to these problems by thinking about how someone else I know might react in a given situation and then try to incorporate them into my lifestyle...

I need to restart blogging soon, and am desperate for suggestions for posts... Guys!!! Help me out will ya!!

Friday, May 04, 2007

Trust

Don't trust me! Don't ever trust me! If by any minute chance you're still under the impression that you can trust me, go chuck that thought in the bin! And, don't forget to slam that lid shut after you're done doing it!

I don't trust anyone. Not even myself. Infact, specially not myself! I am a person with a very loose mouth. What I hear today, will probably be the biggest piece of gossip circulating in the circles tomorrow! Courtesy, your's truly!

Do I want to trust someone? Hell I do!! So, where in would one think lies the problem?

Sunday, April 08, 2007

The Tag : Have you ever...?

Here's a tag I accepted from Memyself_n_i.

HAVE YOU EVER.......


Smoked a cigarette?: Nope..... Not really, unless you consider passive smoking....(Thanks to the presence of a smoker in the family)


Crashed a friend's car?: Never..... That doesn't mean that I haven't been responsible for quite a few dents on my neighbours' cars. ;-)


Stolen a car?: Nope..... Would probably be too scared to do something so risky!!!

Been in love?: I think not.....

Been dumped?: Not really...... Never been in such a situation.....

Shoplifted?: I think I did..... Once, very long ago! Was scared shitless!! Never plan to repeat that experience!!!

Been in a fist fight?: Well..... I try and avoid fights whenever I can! It isn't that I am scared (that I am is another matter altogether!)...... It's just that whenever I do get into a fight, my opponent almost always ends up bleeding...... Sad....... :-(

Snuck out of your parent's house?: Parents - No. Grand-Parents - yep!! Received quite a few scoldings for them too...

Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back?: Do I need to answer this question? Isn't it obvious?

Been arrested?: Nope.... Never!! Don't plan on getting arrested ever..... That doesn't mean that I won't do illegal stuff..... *Wicked grin*

Gone on a blind date?: No! Never!! Gawwddd I have a boring life!!!

Skipped school?: Quite a few times.... Always to run off to some other city!!

Been on a plane?: Yeah, like been travelling by them forever!!

Seen someone die?: Yes.

Been to Canada?: No. Would sure like to visit the country atleast once though.

Purposely set a part of yourself on fire?: Never. Well.... not really.... There was this one time though.....

Been jet-skiing?: Aww no.... :-(

Met someone in person from the Internet?: Nope... Don't ever plan to!

Taken pain killers?: Nope.... Never.... Well maybe once..... After I got back from this really tiring trek and slept for 32 straight hours!! Whew...!!

Flown a kite?: Would love to someday...

Built a sand castle?: Yup. In Goa and Mumbai..... :-) Used to be so much fun.... Everyday, after school..... *Sigh*

Gone puddle jumping?: Yup. Never in recent time though.

Cheated while playing a game?: Sure, hasn't everyone? I am strictly talking about computer games......!

Been lonely?: Yes.

Fallen asleep at work or school/college?: Only about a billion..... Gazillion times.....!!

Used a fake ID?: Nope.....Never needed to...... Always looked older than I am!! Been a boon aswell as a bane....

Felt an earthquake?: Yep..... A couple of times, while I was still living in Mumbai....!!!

Touched a snake?: Yeah, in a touch pool in a snake park near Chennai, and more recently in Singapore.

Slept beneath the stars?: Ya!! Quite a few times...... And, loved the experience.....!!

Been robbed?: Yes..... Been robbed off two cameras, right form my bedroom....:-(

Been misunderstood?: I breed misunderstandings.....!!!

Won a contest?: Once...... Won a quiz contest that Amar Chitra Katha had organised in my colony..... Won a dozen of their books..... And, got Uncle Pai's Autograph...... Made my day.....!! But then again, I used to get to meet celebrities every other day in my locality.... So, I guess I was a winner everyday!! What say you??


Run a red light/stop sign?: Once...... Or twice..... Or thrice.....

Been suspended from school?: Gotten close to being chucked out of the school.... But, never suspension!!

Been in a car accident?: Once...... T'was a rainy day..... And, I was being driven back from school..... Hit two school kids! The wonder of it was that even though the accident managed to break the Windshield, the kids got up.... Shook off the water and then just walked off..... Amazing!!

Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night?: I think I did..... Once.......

Walked the streets drunk?: Yep..... The joke was that even after downing a couple of bottles of beer (This was my first and last time!!!) the drinks never really got to me.....!! Weird!!

Had déjà vu?: Oh yeah, a lot. A helluva lot!!

Danced in the moonlight?: Yep..... Around the bonfire during some treks..... Amazing fun!!!

Witnessed a crime?: Don't think so.

Been obsessed with post-it notes?: Not really....

Squished barefoot through the mud?: Yup. It's an interesting sensation. Quite pleasant!!

Been lost?: No..... My sense of direction in such circumstances never ceases to to amaze me!!

Been on the opposite side of the country?: Well..... I think I've been to all the ends of the country......

Swum in the ocean?: Yup...... Used to be one of my favourite pass-times in Goa...... :)

Cried yourself to sleep?: No.

Played cops and robbers?: Yup, hasn't everyone?

Recently coloured with crayons?: Yep...

Sung karaoke?: Never..... My voice is glass cracking material!!!

Paid for a meal with only coins?: Yep!!! The staff at the restaurant started staring at me in disbelief......;)

Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?: To many times to count...... Blame the Non-existent will power.

Made prank phone calls?: Never..... Never had the opportunity..... Though some serious calls have been mistaken to be prank calls at times....!!

Caught a snow flake on your tongue?: Never been anywhere near natural snow :-( .......Does doing this in an artificial environment count??


Written a letter to Santa Claus?: Used to...... Gave up on it when I turned 9.....!! Caught my parents 'delivering' Santa's gifts...... Never since........


Blown bubbles?: Used to be the only motive behind my going all the way to the Gate Way of India...... ;)

Bonfire on the beach?: Yep..... Once or twice..... In Goa.....!! Amazing Fun!!!

Cheated on a test?: Yeah. Very few times though..... Too scared to do something that risky!!

Gone skinny-dipping in a pool?: Think I did it once..... by mistake...... While living in the Essar Steel Township in Hajira, a very interesting experience it was!! Scary too!!!

I think my life still needs a lot of work, a helluva lot of work to be precise....!! So I think I should get to work on it...... In the meanwhile, I think I should do a Tania and tag everyone who reads this post! I'd like to mention some names in particular though..... Namely Divye, Samarth and Sushank!! You just have to do this guys!!!

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Of Robin Hood......

Robin Hood..... A man who died centuries ago. A Man who is best remembered for stealing from the rich and giving to the needy poor. A mysterious figure worshipped by most young kids as the epitome of justice. But is this portrayal truly moral? Is this portrayal really that of a fighter for a just cause?

He is, today, remembered as the saviour of the needy, but is it right to steal for fulfilling the needs of the needy? In the stories that record his feats, he is the hero who recovers from the impotent rich, what they've 'stolen' from the productive poor. How is it that, today, the moral we glean from this story has changed from an act of justice to that of injustice, open to more grievous implications? Why isn't he remembered as the saviour of the producers?

Does this misinterpretation represent a change in the 'moral values' held in esteem by the society? Could a misinterpretation such as this be forecasting the future trends of our society where charity will be the highest moral value? Should it be the highest moral value?

Our world seems to be made up of contradictions. On one hand, we have (and have had) entrepreneurs like J.R.D. Tata, L.N. Mittal, Vijay Mallya, Dhirubai Ambani etc., while on the other hand we have the charity and senseless soap culture. Not exactly senseless... rather, the regressive soap culture. If this is a world where intelligent and sentient beings dwell, then how is it that we are able to create and nurture such a backward outlook? How can beings that have the power of comprehension and intelligence be able to stand, forget appreciate and get addicted to, such monstrosities? Why do these contradictions exist?

These are just some of the questions that keep cropping up in my mind..... Never before felt the need to ask them, but seeing that I have the platform now...... Thought I'd go ahead and do just that! Comments are appreciated..... Each and everyone of them! So, don't forget to leave your hand prints on my blog! Adieu......

Saturday, March 31, 2007

But it Rained - Parikrama

This is for all you people who've always wanted to, but never really had the chance to see this awesome video, of an awesome song!!

Lyrics:

Wrapped in a polythene tucked away safe in my mind

A little goodbye maybe or just a passing smile
The birds fly away to the southern sky searching a home

A bunch of paper flowers or a little boy left all alone

Can somebody hear me I'm screaming from so far away

Morning who will calm you now, the evening is eclipsed again
Well does life get any better

More yesterday than today

How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow

But it rained . . .
They justified the cause for which Daddy might give up his life

It's been so long, so long a time, still I miss Daddy at night

The ache is long gone but the never keeps staring along

The waters in the seas are highand all the sand castles have drowned
Well does life get any better

More yesterday than today

How I thought the sun would shine tomorrow

But it rained . . .

For all you rocking people out there.... If you want more from this amazing band...... Go check out their site...!!!

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Questions Unanswered

I have this 'ugly' habit of ending conversations abruptly and continuously changing the topic to suit what I feel like disclosing or talking about. Of late this seems to have become a recurring and highly irritating problem for some of my friends. So, I thought that I'd sit down and analyse the situation. Try to figure out why this hadn't been so prominent a problem earlier......

Over the past few days the maximum complains I've received are about this. So, when I did get down to pin pointing when this occurred the most, I realised that it was brought on because of one of two things. Either because the conversation was heading towards stuff I hold really dear to me, stuff that I never really intend to disclose to anyone, or it was drifting to grounds that lay in uncharted territory for me. Of the two, the former seems to have been the one that provided me with the maximum stimuli to trigger the response. For some godforsaken reason most conversations these past few days have been in dangerous territory, territory that I don't really want any trespassing in!! Hence this sudden boom in the sector. Hopefully my clampdown will allow normal life to resume again soon.

The reason behind this post is to apologise to my friends for this reckless behaviour. And, to also warn them to not be surprised or upset if they come by such impenetrable walls again. Sorry.....

Sunday, March 25, 2007

The Gauge

"Every Action has an Equal and Opposite Reaction." This is one of the major laws on which our perception of the environment around us is based. I believe in a slightly different philosophy. That, of every action having a cost which requires payment. In Full.



For this to be true, every one of our actions needs to be quantified so that it may be valued. If not quantified, at least judged to an approximation for it to gain value. To an individual, the biggest dilemma is not how he will judge someone else, but how he can judge his own worth. Here in lies the basic dilemma, how does one value oneself?



Generally the first thing we notice about a person is their wealth. This can be brought forth in any number of ways. But, does it really help us to judge our own worth? Can we actually express ourselves in monetary terms, when we can't even express the reasons for ups and downs in the Share Markets with them? I'd think not.
The next thing that is generally noticed is one's popularity. One day you might be famous and the very next infamous. Fame being a very fickle friend. Does this then allow us to judge ourselves? Fame apart, the only way to judge our popularity would be to depend on third party inputs. But, can we really depend on these inputs? How far can we actually go in our trust of another?
Another measure for self-worth could be the company that one keeps. But, how could we possibly judge our self-worth with such a rudimentary tool? The company that we surround ourselves with could be what we aspire to become. Or, it could even be people we feel most comfortable with. Or, people we simply look up to. But, wouldn't this measure be quite contradictory to our intention?

Is there really any one way to measure self-worth? The conclusions drawn by me suggest not. So, a mixture of some or all of these aforementioned parameters must suffice. The next question that begs answering is, why does our own worth need determination? What could possibly require payment from our own worth? This is a question that will always yield a unique answer, drafted by circumstances in the weaves of time and necessity.

In a situation where there are no real beginnings or ends, it is but obvious that self-worth cannot hold an absolute value. It will keep changing from time to time. And, it will be for us to ascertain it, and its uses.


In an Utopian Scenario, the scales to measure one's self-worth would not require identification. They would simply exist. And, the knowledge of this would be enough to fuel the individuals belief in himself. As he would be completely at peace with himself. His basic measure though would not be wealth, fame or company.... But, would instead be his deeds and principles. Which would speak not of what he'd done for the betterment of another, but for himself. Never allowing any other to try to misuse him. Not acknowledging any to be his superior. Equal there may be. But, Superiors? Never!!

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The conception of this post had breeded an idea quite different from the one presented here. Infact, the original post would most probably have not followed this line of thought at all, as contextually it was quite different. But owing to my habit of not answering questions, the answers to which I don't want revealed, the original might never really see the light of day.

Friday, March 02, 2007

A Tale Of Tall Tales.......

Some twelve-thirteen years ago I used to be known for my extremely tall and convincing tales. Yarns, that I'd spin out in such a fashion that the listener was always left convinced that I couldn't possibly be lying!!!

Back then there used to be a very popular cartoon at that point of time named 'Centurions'. In this cartoon, the main characters used to wear specialised suits which allowed them to be teleported to any place, with a very extensive arsenal of weapons to call upon, that became a part of their special suits to turn them into living machines of intense power. Now, when some of my cousins decided to drop in to visit me from Kolkata, we went to visit the Prince of Wales Museum(Mumbai of course), I decided to make the trip a little interesting by cooking up a story about how these characters from this series were real. And, how while visiting the museum once, I'd come across this huge whale made from concrete hanging in one of the main halls there and had discovered the characters from the cartoon series fighting some battle inside this sculpture. I decided to make it a little more interesting by providing various facts and figures about the incident.

These cousins of mine who normally never believed my stories really freaked out at discovering that the various facts and figures I'd given in support almost all came out to be true, and were hence coaxed into believing me.... Soon after this incident they went back to Kolkata. When I next met them they'd still not been able to see through my hoax as I kept adding credibility to it. It was almost after a full two years that the truth was finally revealed to them.

Over the past decade, I've slowly and steadily lost my grasp of this 'Art'. Wish I was still as proficient. These days I've begun practicing it again though I am no longer as good as I used to be. Wish those olden times could reign again at times. These days I've started mixing them up a little, both fiction and reality. See if you can differentiate between the facts and fiction of my life...........

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Of Life....... Craziness....... And Loneliness.......

A couple of days ago I got tired of life as it was, and decided to make some changes. One thing led to another and I ended up doing quite a few crazy things.

For a long time now I'd been contemplating shutting down my Orkut profile and taking this blog of mine off the air, last week I finally took the Orkut profile off air and set up a new one at a new address. The blog faced a slightly lenient treatment though... It just shifted base. Though I've given different reasons to different people for this bout of craziness, the actual reason has been, and is, my need to find out how many of my 170 friends and 57 odd fans there actually noticed this deletion.

A friend of mine tried very hard to convince me not to delete me Orkut profile, she tried her very best to make me see some sense, but alas her arguments didn't prove strong enough to deter me from my intentions. She told me that my decision was very stupid. And, that I'd come to regret it overtime. Today, just two to three days after having taken the momentous step regret seems to gnawing at me deeply...... Though not for the same reasons she predicted. Over the past couple of years I've grown quite fond of one of my ids , this is the same e-mail address that I use to subscribe to any and every service I use, it used to be the address which hosted my original Orkut Profile. The reason behind my pangs of regret is the fact that I can no longer depend on the convenience of just signing into one account to handle all my correspondence.

Earlier the plan was to move back to the my old id after a couple a months, but it looks like I'm gonna end up doing it sooner rather later..... For all I know, probably in the week to come...... Talk about weird!!!!

This past week has also lead me to realise that it is a folly, wanting to believe that other people will actually want to find some time in their life for me, I mean why should they? In today's social environment people don't really seem to have any time to relate with people at a personal level, it all ends up being more or less superficial. It is highly unlikely for a friend, or even a family member to call another just to catch up, there always seems to be an ulterior motive for such interactions. Inadvertently making it very difficult for people to connect. Hence, a feeling of stifling loneliness seems to be overshadowing my every step.

The mood of the moment seems to have me believing that behind ever bright Morning lies a darker and longer Night. And, has as usual left me reminiscing the lighter moments of my life, in the shadow of far darker visions......

Thursday, February 22, 2007

A View.....

There are some feelings that I have a really hard time putting down... But, today while going through a friends blog... I found something that I've always wanted to portray in some way or another, that he has actually been put down into words..... So, check out the post people.......

Monday, February 19, 2007

Paranoia...... Or is it???

I've been a bit out of sync with tech news these past few months........ Not, that I was very informed to begin with, but when I heard the rumour that Google had launched the Beta version of Google Wallet in the States....... I started getting some really weird thoughts!!! Thought I'd share them with you guys o'er here......

Today, A major chunk of our net usage seems to land Google's way. I don't really know how many Google services most of my friends use, but I recently realised that I seem to be using quite a big bunch of them. Let's count:
  1. This blog of mine is hosted by Google (Blogger being a Google product).
  2. My Primary Mail Accounts are Gmail Accounts.
  3. I've almost completely become dependent on Orkut for my daily dose of Social Networking.
  4. Instead of making use of my Organiser in MS Outlook, I've started using Google Calendars due to its 'portability'.
  5. I have begun using the Personalized Search service offered by Google, to try and streamline the results I receive.
  6. I use Google's Picasa Web Albums to maintain a few private albums.
  7. I've also started using some other Google Tools like their Webmaster tools and Google Analytics.

But, this isn't really the end of it, I'm pretty sure that I use some other Google Services as well, some that have just sort of slipped out of my mind right now. Now, if we were to go through this list all over again from a voyeur's point of view, the following conclusions could very well be drawn:

  • Google, thanks to my blog, knows quite a lot of the itty-bitty details of my life.
  • Google knows everything about my communication with my friends, colleagues, family etc.
  • Google knows most, if not all of my friends, and also knows about my interaction with them.
  • Google knows everything about how I manage my time, or at least the little of it that I do try to manage.
  • Google knows exactly what I am searching for on the net, the frequency of my search and even my level of satisfaction with the result.
  • Google knows what I look like and where I've been.
  • Google knows who has been-a-visiting at my blog and what they've found most interesting here.

Now, if we were to compare this small list to the actual services Google has on offer, we could very well come to the conclusion that Google has become the proverbial Big Brother. Say, we were to use in addition to these aforementioned services, a prevalent and rather popular Google service like the Google Toolbar with its advanced features activated, Google would know exactly when and where we've been on the World Wide Web, thanks to its PageRank crawler. Also, had Google launched it's Dodgeball.com Social Networking Service in India, and had we subscribed to that as well, Google could and would very well know exactly when and where we were in the real world as well. And, when you think about the services I haven't even mentioned as yet like Froogle, and the soon to be released service, Wallet, Google would not only know what we were shopping for, it'd would also know exactly how much dough we have left to spare, you can really get the jitters.

Though the implications of these thoughts did seem a little profound when they first saw the light of day in my mind, they do seem a lot less scary now. The reason behind this being that I am too insignificant a person to hold too much value for so large an entity. I'll take your leave now, and hope that some of you do continue this discussion in your comments to this post. I do hope to continue with this thread a little later on though.......

Sunday, February 18, 2007

An Interesting Fact.........

Recently, while turning the pages of a technology magazine I came across a few interesting figures........... (More about this a little later along this post.)

I have often noticed how much more appeal and elegance a simplistic all-white page has to offer, but I still preffered to opt for this dull, black page. The reason at the time when I chose this template was the gloomy shadow following me.......... However, a couple of days ago while going through that aforementioned magazine my eyes fell across the following paragraph :

"An all-white page uses about 74 watts to display, while an all-black page uses only 59. If you do some maths, A Black Google Page could save 3,000 megawatt-hours a year - meaning $300,000 (Rs. 1.35 Crore)"

I am really fond of the simplistic Google page and I probably wouldn't change it for anything, specially not for a Black Page! To me, White represents a clarity of thought, it allows me to revel in the zest for a less complicated life. It brings clarity to everything around it, illumines the darker aspects of everything, driving them further away. But, being the pessimist that I am, it's one colour that I try not to don for any occasion, always choosing some other shade to its pure form.

It seems to represent a clash of beliefs in such circumstances, or rather, a clash of principles. But, it does give me another reason in support of my template, doesn't it??? I mean, the fact that I am saving a little of your money for you should make you a little biased in favour of me, shouldn't it??!! I really hope it does.............

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Delhi : Infrastructure...............

Delhi 2010 - This seems to be the mantra behind the soaring inflation in Delhi NCR. India 2050 - the New Superpower on the block is yet another reason for this nationwide phenomena. The preparation for the Commonwealth Games has greatly enhanced Delhi infrastructurally. But, a lot needs to be done still. The transport system needs overhauling!!!

Lets take the Bus Transport System for instance. What we really need in this city is a unified rate system. Today, even though the city has both DTC and Private Operators running on the same routes, the Private Buses are always overflowing, while the DTC Buses rarely even utilise their full capacity. Despite their providing better seating and faster transit, the DTC buses lose out to ill equipped Private ones due to their 'competitive' pricing. The High Capacity Bus System Corridors introduced recently have not really eased any of the load on the other buses plying on these routes, as even they seem to carry only a fraction of their capacity.


I don't know how many of you have noticed the new Bus Stands being put up across the city, but one thing I have to acknowledge about them is their quality, made from stainless steel, these modern structures are a God send, a sight for sore eyes.............

The introduction of more Radio Taxis in the city is a boon that the city hasn't as yet been able to acknowledge and appreciate, because of the small numbers that have been deployed. The induction of these taxis into mainstream service will provide accountability, safety and surety of service.

The next step along this path should be to slowly and steadily reduce Rickshaws and Auto rickshaws on the capital's streets. This would really enhance the quality of traffic on the roads. And hence, make the roads relatively safer. This however cannot be done until after the tariffs for the Taxi Services are brought down to a level more affordable by the poorer sections of the society.

One thing that could surely and certainly change the face of Delhi as it is today, is a ban on spitting and throwing rubbish in public areas, implemented very strictly across the whole region. Cause this seems to be a recurring ailment in not most, but the Whole of the country. And, even if a small section of the country is cured of this, it would have a huge impact on the whole by providing the country with inspiration from one of its own, rather than some outside influence.........................

Another change long over due is the cleanup of the river. What we need here is technology and expertise like that used to improve the Thames river, or was used in some regions in China. Once this is done, the river can then be developed to host certain kinds of water sports activities and also to provide another medium of travel in certain regions, specially if hovercrafts are used.

These changes I have mentioned are some that could make this city one of the more advanced cities of the world. But, this is only the tip of the iceberg. Hope to delve deeper into the subject at a later date............ Though obviously my thoughts in this matter are not those of a professional, but are from personal viewpoint, I believe that if we were to accommodate them, they really would improve the quality of life in the city manifold. Hoping to see some of this in action in the near future.............

Sunday, February 11, 2007

A Realisation

Today in a conversation with a friend, she kinda forced me to realise how much I seem to be missing out in life........... What I find odd is not what she said............... but, how far she was able to convince me with such a small collection of words.................

These past few years my circle of good friends has grown increasingly smaller owing to quite a few of them moving away................. These days meeting up with anyone, close or far has become an ordeal of sorts............ Not because I don't want to meet up with them............ It's just that life seems to have taken a turn, and entered a long and wide lane, a loner's path, if I may call it so. The width of the lane making it very difficult to change direction........... to cross paths with anyone.......... It is a feeling not unlike that which astronauts might feel in zero gravity........... Apart from the fact that this definitely seems to be far more restrictive.................. Leaving you clawing at nothing..............With nothing around you that you could possibly use to jettison yourself towards better regions....................

Hopefully, this situation will change for the better............. Hopefully, I'll be able to emulate and imbibe some of her outlook............. But the change, though required greatly, probably won't be visible anytime in the near future................. Only time might tell..................

Saturday, February 10, 2007

A Reality Check And An Apology (In A Wierd Round About Sort Of Way)........

Every year I take time some time out to make a couple of lists.............. One, of people I know or remember........ And the other, of people who've taken care to take some time out for me.............. This year, like very other year since I started this practise, seems to show the same trends............... A jump in the former and a decrease in the latter..................

A little while back I said something rather tactless to a friend, something that practically caused a simmering pot to blow up in my face (Saying to someone that 'you're an interesting study', is definitley a dampner, init??!!).............. The reason for the statement I made has its root in the large amount of time I've started allowing my mind to wander. The basis for the statement was not the person's personal life, but the result of my pondering over the person's characteristic outlook, and how it keeps shocking me with new insights all the time........ I am probably wrong in spending my time trying to decide what I think of someone, everyone............. But unlike, probably, most other people I can never really decide what to think of anyone..............

The above anecdote will probably remove another person from the latter list, considering the volatile mood the person seems to be in currently........... But, then I think this is the only way to try and explain my point of view to people.................... And to try and apologise for any offence given................

Project : Day 5

Finally................. Some progress made............. Finally the hand has started flowing across the sheets................. Instead of jerking across it..................... The sketches still don't match upto my expectations.................. But, after so long with naught a pencil in my hand, they seem quite nice to me.................... Decent, if not good...............

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Project : Day 3

This seems to have been the worst time for me to have started on this project........... Every day seems to be a harbinger of some new obstacle that needs to be overcome.............. Yesterday, I spent the whole day shopping............... Didn't get any time to do anything about the sketches............ By evening, I was tired and depressed................... Infact I still am.............. My mind seems to be a swirling mass of dark portents........... Things that seem to be slowly and steadily pulling me towards a breakdown on a massive scale.................. I really hope I can do something about it in time....................

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Scared........ Confused................. and Broken.........

I really am unable to comprehend what I end up doing wrong.............. I seem to have made a lot of mistakes in life............. and now the burden of living with them is getting a bit too much to bear.............

I really can't seem to understand what I want from life either................. Where I really want to be............ and whom I want beside me for the journey................... Whether I want anyone beside me at all................

There are days when I think I need to just put an end to everything............ Take my life off the track and head somewhere else, in some other direction............. Where I am an unknown entity among millions of other unknowns.............. Forging no bonds with anyone.................... But I don't have the will to do that either..................

I really wish I had though................ I really wish I had.................

Project : Day 2

A complete FIASCO............... That's the only way to describe my second day into this attempt...... Not because I wasn't able to make any sketches.......... But, because I wasn't even able to get my hands on the sketching pad.............. Being busy with the formatting and optimisation of my PC......................... Lets hope the next 24 hours prove fruitful.......... Wot say???

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Project : Day 1

Yesterday I decided to embark on a long journey........ A very creative journey..........

The Plan : Fill my sketch book with new sketches......... Both Portrait and Landscape..........

The Beginning : I decided to take up some snaps I came across as the subject for my first sketches. Spent two whole hours trying to make one face......... with no luck......... None at all.........

The Conclusion at the end of the first 24 hours : I've completely lost my ability to make complex sketches..... Seems like I'll need to start working with simpler subjects again............

Sunday, February 04, 2007

25 Things I Wish To Do Before I Die.........

No one actually tagged me.......... But, I thought I'd do a list of mine too.........

  1. I want to improve my hold on my temper, and learn how to be patient........ ( Really regret my hastiness.... it truly breeds complications......)
  2. I want to visit all the virgin beaches in the world (on a more realistic note, at least some of them, and for all those dirty minds out there I meant untouched by regular use, as is obvious).
  3. Learn how to code an Operating System.......... Now, that would be tough!!!
  4. Design a building similar or more advanced than the proposed Japanese Skycity, but for India.........
  5. Introduce the architects and developers of our country, or at least try and educate some of them, to the building and aesthetic techniques of their counterparts in Singapore.
  6. Mould and influence the Indian Infrastructure scene in such a way that it mirrors and betters the current bests......
  7. Take the Moral police of India to task.............. Why ban channels and movies??? Let the public decide..............
  8. Improve my command on the English language............ far from learning a new language I really need to tighten my grasp on English............. Seem to have lost my Vocabulary somewhere................
  9. Learn how to paint............. Drawing and Sketching seem fine........ but Painting needs lots of improvement.
  10. Become a top-notch blogger (How could I've forgotten that??!!!).......
  11. Learn how to cook a gourmet's delight................. Food that any foodie would adore!!!!
  12. Improve my skills at swimming.............
  13. Go for treks at least once every year.................
  14. Learn how to create Anime............. That's gonna be one of my hardest endeavours........
  15. Own a library to rival the British Library.......... Filled with books that I want to read.........
  16. Learn how to enliven my life........... Learn to live, laugh and Njoy!!!! To rediscover the zest to live life to the fullest................. And thus, Rediscover Myself!!!!!
  17. Discover paradise on earth.......... Visit the most picturesque regions along India's coast.........
  18. Own a house like the one's they show on Discovery Travel and Living's Amazing Vacation Homes............... (Borrowing from the best, and more besides.........)
  19. Own an Island in the Pacific Ocean................(with a nice villa, some fast moves, read: some cars, bikes......., a couple of private jets...........Sigh!!)
  20. Get a Post Graduate Degree from Harvard/Yale/Princeton..........
  21. Reacquaint myself with all friends lost and gained............
  22. Discover a reason to succeed in life........... haven't found one as yet................
  23. Discover what makes the world tick........... what makes people do what they do...........
  24. Write at least one bestseller..................
  25. Discover some cheat codes to the game called LIFE!!!!!!

Well, that completes my list of things I wish to do...............Not in any particular order, mind you.............. as there are still many, many more that no one will ever know about............. All yours to comment on................. Tally ho!!!!

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

The Road goes ever on and on........

There is a part of a poem/song by J.R.R. Tolkien that seems to have struck a chord with me. A chord that sounds every so often when I am feeling depressed. So, I thought I'd share this as well..........


The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.


These lines seem to have become my motto these past few years. Infact, they seem to have been the directions to the path I seem to have followed ever since I first gained control over my senses..........

These lines, however, are neither the end, nor the beginning. For the poem in its totality seems to read thus.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea:
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

Still round the corner there may wait
A new road or a secret gate;
And though I oft have passed them by,
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.

In the small amount of poetry that I've read over the years, this seems to hold some special significance in my life. Even though I seem to identify with it as a whole, the third stanza seems to hold special meaning for me.............. Do YOU identify with any of it........ Do let me in on your thoughts............

An Interesting Story......

A year or so before I moved base to Delhi, I came across a piece of prose by Gulzar, an excellent piece. So, when I came across it again very recently, I felt like sharing it...........


Michelangelo
Translated by Alok Bhalla


Michelangelo had once again been away from Florence for five years. He was beginning to tire of Rome. He couldn't find a place for his painting in Rome. The faces there didn't seem to have any character - they all looked alike. That's what he told Pope Julius II.

"What do you see in my face?" Julius asked.

"A burning candle."

After a moment's pause, Julius smiled. He was used to Michel's caustic comments. "Yes, I understand what you mean. I am like any of those thousand candles which people light on the altar of the cathedral when they are in trouble."

Michel remained silent.

"I am surprised that in this vast creation of God, where no face resembles another, you can't find a face for your painting - can't find a model. During the last four months, the face of Judas ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Michelangelo had walked out of St. Peter's.

Pope Julius was familiar with Angelo's moods. That was Angelo's fifth year in Rome. For five years, he had been painting scenes from the Old and New Testaments on the dome and the walls of the Sistine Chapel. And now that it was nearing completion, Julius didn't want to spoil his relationship with Angelo. Julius remembered that when Michelangelo had carved an image of Jesus in wood for the Church of the Holy Spirit, his model had been a young man who had suddenly died in the monastery. Because of Angelo, they had had to delay lifting his coffin for twelve hours.

Michelangelo wasn't like Bramante who created figures according to rules. That is why the shape and form of Bramante's characters were always the same ... they seemed to belong to the same family. He had dismissed Bramante and once again made peace with Angelo.

Five years ago, when Michelangelo returned to Rome, he used to lie under the dome St. Peter's for hours and mumble something to himself. Julius began to have doubts about his mental stability. Once, when Julius quietly walked upto him, he heard him reciting verses from the Bible.

"What are you doing?"

"O!" Michelangelo turned to look at the Pope with a start. "I am unveiling the verses from the bible."

Julius understood him. He was looking for faces in the white-washed brick walls. Jesus's face, Mary's face, Judas's face. The shapes of their bodies were visible, but their faces were hidden in the verses of the Bible.

Michelangelo had drawn many sketches of Gabriel's face on paper. Julius had asked, "How did you draw Gabriel's face? He doesn't belong to this world."

"I heard his voice. In the Old Testament."

"Then you must have also heard the voice of God?" Julius had asked jokingly.

"I have heard His silence."

That had convinced Julius that he had chose the right artist. "He's an eccentric," he had told Vatican Committee, "but only he can paint the Sistine Chapel."

Michelangelo had chosen his mother as the model for Mary. He had done so on the day he had seen her carry two drums of water hung on a Bamboo across her shoulder. Only a woman like her could have carried the weight of the son of God in her womb.

His mother had lit a fire and was heating water for his father's bath. He had closely watched her face glowing in the light of the fire - radiant, warm, brilliant like gold, and made lots of sketches of her face on paper.

That night, as she sat near the stove, he had asked her, "Why didn't you give birth to Jesus?"

"Because I met your father. Look at him lying there inebriated. Go and look after him."

Angelo had immediately made a sketch of his stupefied father on a piece of cardboard and had hung it up next to him, so that his father could see what he looked like when he was drunk. Beneath it he had written, "Father, if you hadn't been like this, Mother could have been Mary."

His mother had liked the sketch very much, she had always kept it with her. "Why don't you carve an image of your father like this. He looks so innocent."

He had always evaded her by saying, "I can't find that piece of marble in which I can see father's face."

That had happened a long time ago. They used to live in Bologna in those days, the pub at the corner of the lane was her favourite haunt. It was also his father's favourite haunt. His father used to drink inside, while he used to take his bottle and sit outside. He used to frequently buy peanuts from a vendor who used to sit across from him. Everytime the vendor weighted peanuts, a few always rolled out of his basket and fell on the ground. Each time a small naked boy standing nearby would pick them up, put one nut in his mouth and the rest back in the basket, and then wait for the next customer. Michelangelo used to buy peanuts just to watch that performance. When he made the statue of the Madonna of Brujis, he used the boy as the model for the naked baby Jesus.

Soon after, the Pope first asked Michelangelo to paint scenes from the Ola and New Testaments on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo had gone to Rome to meet the Pope because every painter and sculptor in Italy was ready to sacrifice his body and soul to be awarded the commission. It would be enough to win him immortality. But for Michelangelo the mere promise if immortality wasn't enough, he had laid down some conditions for his mortal life here. He needed money to buy marble. Pope Julius had promised him some but had later refused to pay him.

"Why do you love stone so much? Why don't you love colours?"

Colours lose their distinctiveness when used with other colours. They change. Marble doesn't change."

Now he was as tired of colours as he was of Rome.

He only had one panel of the Chapel left to paint - The Last Supper, but he drew a blank whenever he tried to imagine one face - the face of Judas he thirteenth disciple of Jesus, who had betrayed his saviour to the Romans for thirty pieces of silver. He had helped to crucify him.

Julius grew more and more impatient.

Michelangelo spent days and days making sketches. He searched through his old drawings and worked on them, but no face satisfied him.


And then suddenly, one day he found Judas in a small, dirty pub in Rome. His eyes had unnatural glitter, he was restless and he spat again and again. His body had already begun to sag with age. He spoke so fast that words seemed to fall out of his mouth like coins from a torn pocket. He had gone to Michelangelo to beg for a dinar, but had ended up sharing a bottle with him. When Michelangelo came out of the pub, he saw the man ask someone else for two dinars.

Michelangelo made a deal with the man and took him to the chapel. He told him what he wanted. He wanted him to model for Judas. That would make the man immortal. Michelangelo lifted up the drapes to show him the walls and the ceiling. The man looked at everything with awe. He asked for a large sum of money in exchange for his consent. Angelo agreed to pay him. Then the man asked for an advance which Michelangelo gave. The man came regularly for a few days. Angelo used to call him to the Chapel for sittings. One day, as the man was looking through some old sketches, he asked Michelangelo about the sketches of the child he had made in Bologna.

"I used to live in Bologna years ago. I used this face to paint Jesus as a child."

"Do you remember his name?"

"Yes ... Marsoleni."

That man smiled. He rolled up his sleeve and showed him a name tattooed on his arm: Marsoleni.

"I am the same Jesus, whom you are now painting as Judas."


I don't how much of the above story is fact, and how much is fiction. But it seems to touch me in some undefinable way..... Do share your reactions on the same with me.....

Monday, January 22, 2007

A Thought..........

Today, while watching a documentary on Shahrukh Khan, I recalled a thought train, that I had lost some time back........ I've always wondered why people get snaps or autographs from celebrities they meet...... Why do people place values in these trinkets??? I'd rather cherish the experience........

In Mumbai, I used to live in an area called Oshiwara. A name which was quite unknown when I lived there, and a place that I believe has since become The place to live in. At the point of time when I lived there, I had celebrities all around me............ I mean old-time cricketer Mohinder Amarnath used to live right above my house, then we had the Roy brothers.... i.e. Rohit and Ronit Roy living across from my place, I even had Juhi Chawla living 5 minutes down the road. The area should very well have been turned into a Film City, since we used to see the shooting for one movie or the other every day...... I mean living there I met most of the big names in Bollywood. For the shoot of the movie 'One 2 Ka 4', the production team had constructed the house where Jackie Shroff lived in the movie just outside Juhi Chawla's house...... Everyday after school, my friends and me, we used to get together at the build for Bike rides with Shahrukh Khan, or we used to play around with him and Jackie Shroff, what we used to do was run around while the two of them used to try and hose us all down....... Used to be loads of fun.........

Time passes and people change............ sometimes there are new additions, while at others there are subtractions................. But its our memories that remain, and it is these that provide the basis for our identity............ Why trust them to paper and plastic that are lost in the mists of time, are over time tucked away under piles of rubbish to lose their importance............. To lose the value that we allocate to them in our life..........

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Reading Addiction : Someone Help Me!!!! I need Rehab!!!!!

People get addicted to drugs, they get addicted to smoking!!! They even get addicted to drinking!!!! But, I seem to have become an extreme case of the wierdest kind of addiction, that of BOOK addiction..............
I seem to have fallen in love with novels and the completely fantastical world that they provide. They seems to provide a safe haven, or rather a type of utopia to me............. Utopia in the very narrow sense cause it results in my losing sync with reality............... Nowadays, all I seem to feel like doing is reading............ I get up, and the first thing I want to reach for is a novel!!! I don't feel like going to sleep because I want to read, read, and just keep on reading!!!! I mean once I start a series........... I just can't stop myself from going out and buying all the books in it!!! I just can't bear the suspense anymore.......... I just have to complete them!!!

Friday, January 19, 2007

Tired.................

I am tired of thinking about what I want to do in life!!! I know it needs to be worked on, know that it is perhaps the most crucial decision of my life...................... but I don't seem to have the will anymore................. I look at everyone around me doing something productive, something that gives them satisfaction and I think why am I not in that group, but the answer I receive is not the one I want to receive................. A recent talk, or rather not so recent talk with a dear friend reminded me about the hard work that she puts in to achieve her goals. But, I don't seem to have the courage or the will to do anything about my situation........... I meet my friends, and all I seem to want from them is sympathy and pity.................. I seem to have lost all interest in achieving something in life.......... I know that what is lost cannot be brought back, and that there is no sense in living in the past........... No sense in living in a fantastical dream, always hoping for something extraordinary, but never doing anything to grasp it.
I know that all I require, to improve on my situation, is to put in some hard work, but I still can't seem to be able to do anything about it. I am just too lazy for it. My laziness seems to have reached a level so extreme that it has indeed become very tough to be able to do anything about it. Sitting at home over a period of time kinda limits your view of a situation, you tend to take a pessimistic view of any situation and that's what seems to be happening to me. What I mean is that a couple of weeks ago I suddenly got an urge to relearn some programming languages so that I can use them to modify certain programs. There was no real point to this exercise, and I was only interested in it for the sake of geekiness. So, I open the books and just go blank................. For the next thing I know, I've gone ahead and given up on it.
My biggest problem currently seems to be my fear of failure. 'Fear of failure' here encompasses a very large sphere of things I am afraid to fail in, but it mainly centres around my fear of being unable to utilise the best opportunities available to me. I know what needs to be done to curb these tendencies, I know that I shouldn't give in to such depressing thought processes............. but I just can't seem to be able to find the strength to overcome these hurdles!!!!! Someone please help me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Life : A Journey (Part 2)

It's now close to a decade since I moved from Mumbai....... The City of Dreams. To me, it truly seemed to have been a dream.............. a dream with a rather harsh ending but a dream none the less........... The experiences from this phase of my life have taught me to live each day as it comes. To revel in life while I can, cause tomorrow might not be as rosy as today was.......... What I miss, perhaps miss more than anything else in my life is the quality of life that I had lead then. By quality I mean not the standard of living that I enjoyed, but rather the general environment. It was a period of my life when everything seemed to be going just right (except perhaps my Hindi and Marathi classes in School, but then, I never was any good at these languages).......... My friends from this time have been my most cherished, they have been the pillars of support in my life, the people with whom I shared more of my life, than with anyone, at any other time.
If you have been to Mahabaleshwar or Ratnagiri during the monsoons, you will have encountered the misty rains that we have there............ Instead of pouring, the rain there seems to fall like a curtain swaying lightly in a breeze. This rain, so gentle, that it totally and comletely energises a person, one seems to be in a constant state of euphoria, caused not due to the intake of some drug, but due to the caress of mother natures fleeting tickles............... This is how my time in Mumbai seemed like. I won't say that this period of my life wasn't materialistically enjoyable, 'cause it definitely was! But, I would definitely lay more stress on those moments spent in the company of my friends and family, and on those moments where the bond with nature took precedence over all others.
It was during my stay in this region that I first encountered my love for, or rather my fascination with nature, while still living in Vashi I once went on a trip to the neighbouring countryside with my best friend and his father. The trip was for us to explore the empty expanses near Belapur, at a time when Belapur had barely grown to more than a small village, quite unlike the city-styled subarb that it is today. We left our scooter at a safe spot near the road behind a couple of bushes and decided to venture out into the undergrowth on foot. This short trek left us exhilarated and me in love with the idea of going on treks. An idea that I was able to realise a little later along my life.
And here ends another installment of this really long post. Hope to venture a little further into my life on a later date.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Life : A Journey (Part 1)

It seems to me that I have led a nomadic lifestyle, since even before I gained control over my senses....... My earliest memories seem to belong to places in the eastern part of the country, namely Danapur, Jamshedpur and Mugalsarai. My memories from these places are mainly fragments, you-know a peek here, a peek there........ There doesn't seem to be any sort of definite timeline to the events that I recall from this period of my life................ A major portion of these memories are centered around my Doberman named Toffee........ A name I had the credit of bestowing on him.......... A name that stuck with him throughout the fourteen long years of his life.
A little further along my life, my memories gain a little order, though still as fragmented as ever. These new memories are from the time spent in Goa. My Goan memories are centered, more or less around the Miramar beach there............. I have memories of strolls along the beach, fo swimming right throught the rainy season, of the the preparations for my Birthday Party being blown away by a sudden storm, of going to a school which also just happened to have been on the beach!! My life there seems to have been centered around my swimming classes, my cycling on the beach and my school................ Goa is one of the more treasured places on my list of places where I've lived..................
Next up is Vashi in Navi Mumbai, a place where I spent 4 long years of my life........... the memories from this period onwards seem more or less organised............ One could say, the Period when I finally got a hold on my "senses". The memories from this period of my life seem to have been my most satisfied ones.............. Life seems to have been a breeze, with sudden trips to the interior, or rather coastal reaches of Maharashtra, my drawing classes, karate classes etc. taking the lead..........
After this period was a minor shift in life, which left some major impact............. This shift was our shift to the subarbs, with us now living in Andheri(W)........... This is the period, when my life first started becoming a chain of coincidences. It so happened, that our shift to this new area, led to me changing my school............... This new school my parents wanted me to join required me to give an entrance exam. While giving the exam, I got 'round to talking to the the girl sitting across from me for the exam and we became friends, soon after, when we got back to the Principal's Office, we learnt that our parents just happened to be old friends!! When I finally joined school, and was travelling by the school bus, I learnt that she was there in my bus as well!!! Talking about coincidences, when I finally got to class came the biggest shock of all!!!! She was there tooo!!!!!............ It was during this phase of my life that I developed some of my most cherished friendships as well................. My experience during this stay is such as I had, perhaps, never had before (except maybe in Goa), and which I believe has left me forever prejudiced in its favour!!!
More soon......................................