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Snippets from my life :

Legend : * at the end indiactes sentence will be completed later * at begining ... well the completion.
Other such notes are self explanatory.



Me: Hey mera birthday aa raha hai.
Friend(F): Yeah yaad hai. Treat de rahi ho na. (besharam*)
Me: Yep sure (c i am good) Gift de rahe ho na.( * besharam gift toh do ). Aisa karna
Swiss choclates bhej dena (this frnd is in swiss land)
F : Hmm yar choclates raste mei melt ho jayenge (read: wat an idea )
ME: Yar Fridge mei rakh lenge. Tu bhej toh (Hehehe.. i kno i'm a jenius)
F: (thinkin: wat an idea flop..!!) Yar courier will be costlier than
choclates (HMM..Ab sachai samne aayi)
ME: Hmm.. but its my birthday..
F: Toh Kya Chocloate day toh nahi na.. ( C so much for my bde)
ME: (Ever so adjusting Anu) Okie ek e card hi bhej dena..


Now aint my blog title perfect...?


Note: Watch out this space for more such snippets from my life as the birthday week follows...

Happy Holi

Another Day in office ... The prospect of a three day weekend starting tomorrow makes it special though.. The coming saturday is holi.. Hmm.. Nothin to look forward for it this year.. No going home.. Bangalore it seems has lost the entusiasm and essence of celebration. Maybe people here are too tired after th gruelling office hours to celebrate. Nothing apart from the " New Year" it seems has painted the town red in the past 7 months of my stay in blore. All the festivals umm.. seems no one cares . A ture *cosmopolitan* city where life just goes on n all u do is sleep on holidays. Too much contemplative am i..? Maybe just the feelings of someone stayin away from home first time and that too on occassions which are grandly celebrated back there.

Again I've done nothin much since the mornin .Just finished off with the manuals n fixin the minor issues and waiting as usual each day for the project to end (ever since the last xpected date nov. 19th). I have been tryin to enable POP3 access to my yahoo mail.. turns out i need a premium account for it. or maybe the fact that yahoo mail is blocked. Anyways if anyone knows how to make me work . Do let me kno..

And yeah Happy holi everyone.. Wishing all of you have a blast . It really was so much fun bck in hostel.. Coaxing people to play holi and throwing colored water in their rooms.Hope u have a great time.

Yeah again..

Yeah i am back again.. after just an interavle of 2 hrs...I have done absolutely nothing in office today other than tryin to uplaod a background image for my blog n changin my blog template.. well i also have written two posts.. So its not nothin that i have done.. anyways i was also helped by the fact that apps access was denied to my port.. But i failed.. i failed to change a background image of my blog.. Not because i was unable to edit HTML code .. i tried with 4 different pics ( My collegue here is so pissed of givin reviews for the background he suggested my earlier COldFusion obsession was way better) .. but because i have no pics..!! Nothing at all wich fits the blogger background.. The only thing that i have n works as background is the APPS error screenshots.. Nd can u beive i got a 7.1 mp camera.. :'(

Ohh ya n i also tried using pallavi's picassa pic.. That dint work either.. :)

Musings..

Its been long since i blogged realy long.. 7 months into work life now.. good or Bad i dunno.. My friends would say that best.. They have born the brunt of my mood swings.. But what raelly prompted me too write was not the way my life has changed in the past 7 months but a post of a really good friend.. An extract from from "King Arthur's Socks and Other Village Plays".. talkin about the feeling which i have closely identifeid myself with at times.. Something which makes us hurting the people whom we care for most..

SHE:"I know you hate me. You have a right to. Not just because I wasfaithless - but because I was cruel. I don't want to excuse myself - butI didn't know what I was doing. I didn't realize I was hurting you.Yes. I've said that before. And you've answered me that thatexcuse might hold for the first time, but not for the second and thethird. You've convicted me of deliberate cruelty on that.And I've never had anything to say. I couldn't say anything, becausethe truth was; too preposterous. It wasn't any use telling it before.But now I want you to know the real reason...... Something I've never confessed to you. Yes. It is true that I wascruel to you - deliberately. I did want to hurt you. And do you knowwhy? I wanted to shatter that Olympian serenity of yours. You were toostrong, too self-confident. You had the air of a being that nothingcould hurt. You were like a god."

HE: "That was a long time ago. Was I ever Olympian? I had forgotten it.You succeeded very well - you shattered it in me."

SHE: "You are still Olympian. And I still hate you for it. I wish Icould make you suffer now. But I have lost my power to do that.You sit there - making phrases. Oh, I have hurt you a little; but youwill recover. You always recovered quickly. You are not human.If you were human, you would remember that we once were happy,and be a little sorry that all that is over. But you can't be sorry.You have made up your mind, and can think of nothing but that.I wonder if I can't make you understand. Do you rememberwhen we fell in love?No - it happened to me. It didn't happen to you. You made up yourmind and walked in, with the air of a god on a holiday. It was I whofell - headlong, dizzy, blind. I didn't want to love you. It was a forcetoo strong for me. It swept me into your arms. I prayed against it. Ihad to give myself to you, even though I knew you hardly cared. I hadto - for my heart was no longer in my own breast. It was in your hands,to do what you liked with. You could have thrown it in the dust...... It pleased you not to. You put it in your pocket. But don't yourealize what it is to feel that another person has absolute power overyou? No, for you have never felt that way. You have never been utterlydependent on another person for happiness. I was utterly dependent onyou. It humiliated me, angered me. I rebelled against it, but it wasno use. You see, my dear, I was in love with you. And you were free,and your heart was your own, and nobody could hurt you...... When I found it out, I could hardly believe it. It wasn'tpossible. Why, you had said a thousand times that you would not bejealous if I were in love with some one else, too. It was you who putthe idea in my head. It seemed a part of your super-humanness.... And when I first realized that it might be hurting you - thatyou were human after all - I stopped. You know I stopped.Can't you understand? I stopped because I thought you were aperson like myself, suffering like myself. It wasn't easy to stop. Ittore me to pieces. But I suffered rather than let you suffer. But whenI saw you recover your serenity in a day while the love that I hadstruck down in my heart for your sake cried out in a death agony formonths, I felt again that you were superior, inhuman - and I hated youfor it."

HE: "Did I deceive you so well as that?"

SHE: "And when the next time came, I wanted to see if it was real, thisgodlike serenity of yours. I wanted to tear off the mask. I wanted tosee you suffer as I had suffered. And that is why I was cruel to youthe second time."(She bursts into tears, and sinks to the floor, with her head on thechair, sheltered by her arms. Then she looks up.)"If you were human, you would know that there is a differencebetween one's last love and all that have gone before. There willbe no more joy or pain of love for me. You do notbelieve that. But that part of me which loves is dead. Do you think Ihave come through all this unhurt? No. I cannot hope any more, I cannot believe. There is nothing left for me. All I have left is regret forthe happiness that you and I have spoiled between us... Oh, why didyou ever teach me your Olympian philosophy? Why did you make methink that we were gods and could do whatever we chose? If we hadrealized that we were only weak human beings, we might have saved ourhappiness!... I don't care. I no longer know what the truth is. Ionly know that I am filled with remorse for what has happened. Why did it happen? Why did we let it happen? Why didn't you stop me? ... Iwant it back!"

- Floyd Dell, "Enigma. A Domestic Conversation"(from "King Arthur's Socks and Other Village Plays")

I am sorry to all who i have been rude.. mostly at times to see that you care.. Sorry ( specially to someone who has stood by me at all times ) and please if i ever do it again " Stop Me, Dont Let it happen"

Why we are the way we are....

Games Indians play... a book wich attempts to to explain the “Indianness” of us Indians.. started Reading this book nd i thot here's another attempt at india bashing.. why are we so cynical i mean look we are doin well in all d fronts.. economy growin leaps n bounds.. markets rising india is the place to invest the world is noticing India.. but we leave no opportunity to demean ourselves.. but alas..!! how true does it turn out to be...
We indians who happen to be perhaps the most intelligent people in the world, but also, to a dispassionate eye, among the most baffling and so true are the questions raised... Why are we a nation that is individually so smart and collectively so naive? Why do we mistake talk for action? Why is our self-worth massaged only if we have the ‘authority’ to break rules? Why are we among the world’s most corrupt? Why do we jump red lights? Why do we dump our garbage at the neighbour’s doorstep?
And slowly i begin to realize that the author isn't just being pessimistic but infact all he says is true"..
In fact every single day going n coming back from office reinforces the concept of "Indianess" wich the author proposes Perhaps thats wat bangalore traffic does to u.
I want to reach back home early.. so does every1 else wat do we do.. Break the lanes.. coz the other lane hardly has any traffic.. but alas.. we all kno that there is a pt where we have to merge nd ther's 2 way traffic.. end result for the 10 min wait we wud have had in d lanes we spent 30 min waitin for the traffic 2 clear.. no wonder a 15km ride takes 1.5 hrs on average days forget heavy traffic days.. the govt too has kept its eyes closed infrasturcture marathalli old madras road whitefield all are excellent examples.. swanking offc buildin on both sides of d road nd dirt n girth in d name of road.... but no less are we to blame.. how often than not we break the law.. Ah its live n let live for individuals but all suffer as d society when you try to follow the law, what you get to hear is the unfriendly slangs.. Bangaloreans are good in making even the best piece of engineering as the worst...
It's just our attitude towards a cheating vendor to our attitude in a joint venture; from our tearing off a page from a library book to the way we leave our public toilets.. shrugging off any guilt to "that's how every1 does it.. what diff wud i make.. ?" ...In How often have i made decisions thinking.. "that's wat evry1 else does, Why shudn't i..?" Perhaps that's what we all are *argumentative* indians.. very intelligent, however making decisions that will benefit us in the immediate future, versus for long term satisfaction...
Sad the author says that the land which gave Gita now itself cannot "do the right thing" a cocept wich game theory confirmes ( c-c behaviour) so as to maximize gains both for oneself as well as for the society...


Takin a cue is this Lead India ad campaign..how very apt..

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http://www.youtube.com/v/FAe_bZGqU1g&amp


"Tum chalo... to hindustan chale..."
so beautifully made that I just had to post it here! The message is conveyed in such a subtle and simple way....

Xciting times infinte possiblities..

Warning: Spoiler ahead.. article does not talk about the exciting carrer oppurtunities in india nor about how at 60 india is the most exciting.. neither does it talk about any of the political, economical, financial possiblities or scenarios..
in fact it may not talk about anything exciting at all except for the overuse of the word exciting..

Exciting time:
4 30 no almost 5 in the evening.. friday evening .. city:Bangalore...
doesnt it sound exciting if it doesnt yet..let me present some facts
well.. third richest country in the nation... highest no of pubs.. blah blah..
in short one of the most happening places in india..

ooty,coorg,mysore closeby..

movie buffs
Friday 17th october: movies released Bhool Bhuliya, Laga Chunari mei Daag..

goin out wih frnds(*blush*blush*)..

Infinite possiblities.. well the above sure suggest some of them but no no do not be mislead. Not so long back in 12th standard in a sub subject of physics called modern physics.. it was taught to souls like me that the possibility of nothin is 0.. It may be infinetly small but a possibilty exists that a ball can tunnel thru a wall..
I never realised then that it is soooooo modern.. n how soon oofc would tunnel into my lil world.. givin room to no other possibilites so in this excitin time.. but to njoy the nite life here in offc..

well it aint that bad also.. as half day is over yet(yeah i leave at 3 so its just noon)...so by the tym i leave i njoy immunity from the pollution n the notorious traffic of blore.. umm am in touch with ppl all around the globe ( yep every1 comes ol in my gtlak list.. seems i've conquered the time differeneces.. :) ).
N most of all have started stayin up in nite(njoyin it too)....


****btw title chori ka hai.. buzz me for the secret

[IF]

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!


--Rudyard Kipling

That was

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start"

Maybe thats y they say there is a song for every occasion.. n doesnt it keep meddling with ur heart... If life were just like this video where u cud rewind n relive all those moments again... O i so much wish i cud go back to that life..
I still vividly remember the day i first entered coll.. it sure is an imposing sight .
The main building emerging out of the thick growth of trees.. Heh how much i din't wanna go to this place nd now when i hv finally left it how much i wanna go back again... to the same hostel with ridiculous restrictions....

A lot has changed.. a student to a corporate life.. wat transitions..