Unintended Consequences

Bangladesh....part 1- the good part

2011-12-16T19:32:00.002+05:30

Consulting is a strange profession - you crib about doing things- and when those things are over you like them...the last couple of projects have been different - i enjoyed doing them as well, and the last of these took me to Dhaka in Bangladesh - so it was good work plus some travel that I so wanted to do ( the other bit being Pakistan where I really want to go - to know the other people)

Well, Dhaka !! just an extension of Calcutta... is the first thing that hits you the moment u get out of the airport - same graffiti on the wall, same people, just this that the cars are very different - no yellow ambassadors :) the car for the hotel pickup was a Toyota Land cruiser!!! in fact- Dhaka is full of Japanese cars - Toyota, Honda and Mitsubishi - all large saloons- too much for a poor country :) (almost all cars are refurbished as told to me later by locals, and its a matter of pride to have a large car - and that s why smaller refurbished car has not takers, new small cars have no takers, and well no other small cars have no takers) - the government is even worse than India- politics overwhelmingly omnipresent in everything, and yet Dhaka has managed to complete feats which we have always backtracked on - Dhaka is a no polythene city - YES - it is maintained as such - and for all the crap heard in Delhi against it remains such - veggies and all stuff is given out in paper bags or nice sweet thread bags...(Too much of democracy of pittance in India - we can not even impress this upon ourself) - the other really nice thing - Dhaka has all private vehicles running on CNG- all autos, cars et all....

Random mumblings

2011-12-16T19:20:00.000+05:30

Almost five months after taking the wedding vows, I am a changed man!! or so says, Gopal jee....one of the nice people I know from the old world school of thinking.... (incidently, I am a misplaced concoction - lost between new world and old world ) - i don't really agree

What i do agree to is the fact that things have changed - my house, my job and my life - and so have some of the thoughts and beliefs I lived with all these years - am trying to put some of them into perspective, words don't do justice to the complexities of life though :)

Marriage isn't demanding - but the way we are born and brought up in life requires us to be nice people to the others around, and others may include wife - and so you start restricting yourself, so that the lady who has moved in leaving her life behind does not face the brunt of your adventurisms -- in my case "Biwi" has been supportive and never said a thing , and YET I have drastically reduced the outings and parties - this is also partially because my office is now 40 km from my house, and half the time I am more happy beating the traffic at rush hour, than plan late evening jists with friends
A wise friend once told me "don't change three things together - house/city , work and social circle" - in my case the all 3 have badly changed and it shows up - i am still lost like a zombie!

Well, am planning a 15 day vacation sometime in January - February, and just can't seem to finalize the place...help me if you could - initial thoughts - Sri Lanka-Maldives or Bangkok-Cambodia-Vietnam or the north east...any more suggestions - welcome

Reflections

2011-09-19T19:07:00.000+05:30

well, here I am again at the blog, after may be the most happening 4 months of my life.....and here are the lessons I learnt while at living it....

Its always more fun at other's weddings....ur own is a "smile-till-your-cheek-hurts" affair, when u are made to pose in random ways with your "better half" on stage for the benefit of the photographer, who charges a bomb for clicking your snaps in god-forsaken stupid poses, and then takes forever to deliver the snaps to you - and you while away smiling to strangers while your good friends are giggling and laughing away to all those memories you are a part of....
Deciding a menu for your wedding ranks next to "building a red fort and staying in a shanty" experience- 'coz all those tikkas you planned to melt away in your mouth, are sovoured by the guests while you melt away to the glaring hot halogen lights of the videograoher:(
After being a staunch votary of love marriage, or atleast know thou beau for all these years, marrying a rank stranger is no difficult thing....in fact it has been "so far so good" approach....it takes away too many unknowns and risks away, and gets you to know one of the best people i have got to know- Snigdha:)
if you intend to get married in any time in near future,

try finding a job with industry where late stays are not the norm
plan shifting to a house near your office so you spend least on travel
find a job where you could work from home (option 3 for me)

I know this is random ramblings, but one thing you end up losing in marriage is "Focus" - with so many things around you changing, its difficult to sit back, channel your thoughts and actually sit and type for long...and so adieu this time around....

and i'll create a new world sans you

2011-05-21T13:51:00.000+05:30

for the days i would be deep at sea,
venturing into uncharted waters,
the waves tossing me around
alone in the fog and chill
and when the skies thundered me with storms and lightening
u were there, dear lighthouse, to guide me home

for all those days when i had a huge catch
and the days i returned empty handed
u showered ur light on me
illuminated my way, embraced me in ur light
just to light me up- away from darkness

when out at sea, i could see u from a distance
knew there was someone waiting for me back there
knew u ll burn urself away in the dark night
so that i could be safe, i could face the seas
i could survive the treacherous fogs

u gave me the courage to venture ahead
in life, go to the deeper seas,
stay out in the dark
and still find my way back fighting the odds
coz i knew u waited there for me
u were my pillar of strength, and the sense of direction in life

and,then today,
i m far from the shore in the deep seas, all alone in the fog and chill
the waves tossing me around
venturing into uncharted waters,

and the skies threatening me with storms and lightening

u seem to have befriended the clouds
they surround you, embrace u
taking ur faint light away from me
i have nowhere to go
i dont know my way back
coz the only direction i rowed to was u
i am lost and wandering
coz the only landmark my life had was u

may be u ll turn ur light off for me
may be the clouds wont let u spreading ur light again
may be i ll never embrace ur light

but i won't go down without a fight
i ll fight the waves tossing me around
i ll fight the skies and thunderstorms
and i ll keep rowing till i m dead or drowned
and may be i'll find a new shore to return to
and i ll be the discoverer
of the new lands
where the seas are calmer, and the clouds not so dark
where fogs go away when i reach the shore
the rocks not so trecherous, and the nights not so dark

dear lighthouse, i ll create a new world,
without you, and be the sea warrior again

The book of accounts of relationships

2011-02-24T13:44:00.000+05:30

Somewhere in the last few days, there have been a lot of happenings around me, since i posted last.

And then - a new job, a new house, and some new friends and acquaintances. And a new start with all these. In the interactions with this new set of people, one question which kept coming back to me is simple enough- if we really appreciate a set of people- do we actually keep a tab of "what s/he did to me" and "why did s/he not do this"?
I always maintained a differetial set of people around - People I use ( and I call them acquaintances) and people I get used by and vice versa( and I call them my friends), and for me the distinction is very clear- with friends I do not get into accounting for credits and debits of good and bad deeds. Since these people have reached the criteria of being my friends, they are above all these. The special people in my life come into this set, and I never had and never would(hopefully) question their intentions.
For the other set- keep them in good humor, do what is necessary to keep the acquaintance going, and then that's it. May be there is an inherent account here, but not on actuals. So I would probably "return favours" once in a while.
I assume, most people around me would have a similar distiction for themselves- the boudaries may differ, but the concept does not.
However, What astonishes me is that there are people who actually keep tabs on the special people- more so for the special people. And , may be that is why according to a friend of mine "a lot of changes happen to the girl of your dreams once you get married, all things which were acceptable before shaadi, simply become bones of contention after that".

Not sure if this is the best way to correlate what is happening to this close couple's relationship. Best of friends for a long time, now they fight over everything. Fingers are pointed, cribs flying to and fro, and short tempers frowning.
I recall there was a law in nuclear physics that we studied in school- something to do with molecular attraction ( do not remeber the exact name though) which basically said " Two molecular particles like electron and photon get strongly attracted to each other, and start moving closer to each other, when at a certain close distance they start repelling each other" and there was some fancy formula for this equation, at which repulsion would occur. I wonder if a similar formula does not occur in real life.

On the sidelines- here's another propellent of the "old school of love" - Devi Kiran , read this and couldn't agree more!!!

if Wishes come true

2010-12-04T11:23:00.000+05:30

if wishes were horses,
i would have rode it all around, to know what to wish for
gallop the distances to know what is the best in the world,
and then wish for the same

if wishes were a flying carpet
i would fly over the world, the mountains and the valleys
the depths of green jungles, and the height of clouds
and see where is the heaven, and wish to be there

if wishes were an alchemist
i would touch all around me, turning it in to gold
and be the richest person ever, with gold all around me

if wishes were being together,
i wished all my friends would be with me
my family forever, all the pleasures in the world surround me

if wishes were to come true
i'll simply wish for you
and then together, we'll make all other wishes come true

The quest of happiness

2010-12-02T22:18:00.001+05:30

beyond the mountains
and past that unsurmountable passes
there would be a place
which lies untouched

by the corporate liars that we are
untouched by the luxuries, we should live without, but cannot live without
where the air is not polluted by greed and one-up-manship
where the water is serene and pure

where the beauty is not measured by lowest deep cut blouses
and there's more to admire than skimpy business suits

where time is not dependent on blackberry schedules and outlook calendars
and you are not running for the next tight meeting

when all u meet is nature, beauty and a little bit of you
where the clear skies clean your views.....

Happiness - spelled for now as Sikkim, snow capped , in December....my next destination.....( the following pic made the decision)

Picture Courtesy - http://www.bcmtouring.com/forum/travelogues-east-north-east-india-f64/north-sikkim-switzerland-east-winter-t19019-2/

Together we fall

2010-11-11T22:00:00.001+05:30

what we think is what we are,
and then there are those who think different
to each one's own, and we lived like this all the time

its like the rail track, together yet distinct
we base the high speed trains on us, holding the energy and force together
and yet, I was myself, and you were you'
and we were "together yet different"

we traversed the lengths and the world like this,
went up the hills, crossed valleys, and jumped over rivers

and then we decided to cross our paths,
force my thoughts on you, and your thoughts on me
and then it was disaster,
the beauty was in the togetherness, not being one.....

us vs them

2010-11-11T21:51:00.001+05:30

the diwali celebrations of a different type

2010-11-05T21:01:00.002+05:30

its the festival of lights, and the world around celebrates
its lit up all over, and the festive sweets are doing the rounds,
the new age wonders - SMS and emails, shower wishes upon you,
the markets are decorated like brides, and houses lit up like the suitable gooms
the smoke and light of fireworks light up the otherwise dark sky with a gray-red bloom

and there, just under the lit up colored showers from the fireworks
was this small kid, in rags, his hair strewn like a hairstyle of his own,
the style or being poor, and the style of being ignorant
ignorant of the festivities around, ignorant of the festival of light
ignorant of the happiness and cheer, since there was no cheer around him

may be he sold candles during the day, with nice packaging
and dared not to save a single one for him, lest it eats up into his profit from the venture

may be he was the florist selling garlands for the gods,
and there then gods had forgotten all about him

may be he slogged his day working for a tyrant lord, who underpaid him for overworking
and the sounds of crackers were just taking a toll on his tired, well deserved sleep

and then and cracker burst, and there was this momentary light, lighting up his face
and there was this small smile, a smirk on the face

the smile said it all - the smirk remarked to me.....
you just lit a match to a cracker which cost more than what i earn in many months.....
but good you did, since i ll get to pick the cardboard boxes you left behind tomorrow
and sell them for pennies, to earn my festivity....
the day when i would have a square meal, by selling the board boxes of fireworks

my diwali comes a day after you are done,
when you throw away the leftovers, i fight with the urchins and dogs to get a flavor of your sweets

loneliness

2010-11-04T22:38:00.001+05:30

there are days when the sun shines bright, and the bees and birds chirp all over,
the colors are pastel, and the contrasts amaze;
the sounds of music and chit chats muse into the ears...
and its a world full of frentic activity, me being the center of the universe

and today, the darkness crept over
the birds and bees shied away to their abodes,
the sounds died out into an eerie silence, blach shadows outstripped the pastel colours....

and u realised, center of universe is just another point in the universe

the devil of procastinating

2010-11-03T21:19:00.000+05:30

well, it all comes back to haunt you - really :(
the coming months are all about decisions, and the tilting factors are all those things which I have been pushing forward for quite some time - the decisions in terms of a job switch and possible relocation, decisions in terms of figuring out if I should get married (finally) and the decisions in terms of shifting into a new house!!! and now all these are so intertwined into each other that all these decisions are completely messed up, leaving no clarity:( and no decisions:((

Working with the industry has really been disastrous for me, simply because I simply could not adjust to the dramatic change in pace, may be i m not used to working with a Boss( though the superiors here too have provided ample headroom), and the concept of hitting a roadblock just everywhere you try to move, compare it to the consulting - where work was aplenty, and so was creative thinking and independent movement in all directions, here I am starved for work- its so long that good or bad work does not matter any more, and i am confused that people around seem to be able to remain content in such an environment - its important for me to leave this place before I too become too complacent and happy with being unproductive ,and this leads me to the confusion. As they say grass is always green on the other side, and thus I always wanted to get to the industry( like numerous other consulting veterans) to see how dirty can the hands get ( do they really get dirty??), and 6 months into it, i am dying to get out....so the pertinent question is - is the next jump gonna be into the industry or consulting, could not afford to get it wrong again:( the problem here is of plenty- since I have options available at both ends, complicating it further.

Next is Shaadi - Ma is after my life and may be rightly so( if i look at the kids/virility displayed by my friends) - My answer to my mom's emotional tirade - "Main pote ka munh dekhe bina chali jaongi" is simple and straight - "Pota to bina shaadi ke bi ho sakta hai:)" - jokes apart i guess its time to settle down on this front. and then s next set of issues- knowing myself and my ideas of marriage and companionship - I am NOT cut out for a arranged marriage, and i guess I have little time to fall in love( love at first sight does not exist for me), so here's the moot question - do you procastinate further to find the girl for you, or you simply jump in.

OK - too much of crib for a session.....time to hang up on this sad line of thoughts....Diwali is around the corner, and so wishes to everyone....have a safe and happy diwali

the uncomfortable feeling

2010-10-16T21:34:00.000+05:30

have pondered over this even before - what are we running after ( here and here ). and somehow this is the dominant question which is coming back to haunt me again for the last few days. I did talk to a friend a while back about this uncomfortable feeling this week, and somehow i feel that the 2 hour chat just made me even more chiseled off simply because it made me put the hard things in discrete words - in essence making me accept the things or thoughts i always chose to overlook.

so here's my dilemma - i have managed to reach a coveted position in my life- something others look up to - both professionally (where things speak for themselves), and personally ( well things don't really speak for themselves, but still)...from a material world perspective have done well for myself, have reached a decent spot in career, consider myself one of the luckier people around when it comes to career choices and education. Managed to get a good salary, bought the material possessions - car/house/shares/financial stability - all that people look for, and herein lies the problem - i need a new target now, because in its absence the same targets get rehashed in a bigger way, and come back and haunt you- now i need a bigger car, a bigger house, more money, and an even higher package, i seem to be perennially feeling dissatisfied with my job, what with looking for a fourth switch over a couple of years, with the first seven plus years in just two jobs. the issue seems to be that - these targets have been achieved, and since i could not really think on a different tangent...i am looking at going further along these redundant dimensions. Constant job dis-satisfaction is leading to too much heartburn, the current job is just perfect from a worldly sense- pays awesome, very little work, and great brand and job description, and I AM NOT LIKING IT. when people around ask me- why are you planning to quit, i tell them i don't like it, but do I really know what do I want. perhaps not- which reflects in my next prospective job- I know i do not like the work culture that exists there, but I am still going ahead simply because I want a change and a break, and I am ready to take the risk knowing fully well that I'll quit in less than a year. I am doing this since I feel decently insured for any fallback option after that 1 year. I know i have another job waiting for me, and therein lies the problem - i am too complacent, too relaxed and too full of myself. It may sound arrogant to the world, yet deep inside me- i know I am not liking it. This is not me, this is not the same relaxed feeling that I had in the first 7 years of my job, then I was at peace with what I was doing, now I am not at peace with myself. Then i knew exactly what i wanted, now i don't know what am i running after. PERFECT MIRAGE!!!

On a more personal front, I always had a vivid social life- lots of people around, lots of social activity and some great fun in small things. I always maintained ( and close people around me have heard this from me) - i have a lot of acquaintances and a few friends, i use acquaintances and allow friends to use me. that was my motto in life- always, and i was really proud of the friends league- things have subtly change - the top line remains the same - lots of people around, lots of social activity and some great fun- but the context has changed- the undercurrents different - now i really yearn for the friends i could spend just any amount of time , i can have so much fun with so many people, but I really miss the heart-to-heart easy conversations, lunches and dinners are abound, but i miss the simple "chhole kulche" on a cycle with those friends, all the barista's and CCD and Costa coffees could not add up to a simple "chai" at HCL Manak building or at the Patel Chest crossing chai wala -simply because we now have friends of convenience- put up a status or comment on facebook, forward bulk SMS and emails, and you are friends, whatever happened to endless talks all night, and mindless gup-shap.

OK ,these are all generic rants- why am I presssing with these ? Simply because these are things or traits I always hated, and the irony is I feel I am getting pushed to becoming the same stereotype i painted above, i know its hypocricy but i am "blogging" these thoughts instead of talking it out to someone in person. and thats the machination in my life that I am not comfortable with, my life is fast becoming an ordinary life - i was not made for the ordinary life, I deserve something special, something exciting - and i have lived the exciting life all these years......call me arrogant, but i will find MY life back so till I find my LIFE BACK, this blog gets the dose of my mind

back after a while

2010-10-07T20:10:00.001+05:30

well loooooooooooong since I wrote last, and it has been a real happening time, too many changes, and too many plusses in the last 10 or so months....

on a personal front- new house, new job(and a mind to get out of that too as well), new friends, and finally making up my mind to getting married(still to find the girl though:)- things that were on the plate for long...kind of coming true in a short time.....been one of the better years as far as i could remember....no major hiccups, and i guess i should shut up before "mujhe apni nazar lag jaaye"

I , somehow, have known a lot of people who had a roller-coaster marriage, people who looked like "made for each other" getting undone in no time- and this year added a couple of more very close friends face the music - reasons ranging all the way from extra marital relations to adjustment issues...and everytime i repeat to myself- this does not happen to everyone....some people recouped their lives post a turmoil, others are yet to do that....all i wish is that my friends deserve the best lives (by the virtue of being my friends :)) and their lives should include all those people who matter to them...including their spouses, and I hope I make the correct choice when i come to that , so that I do not go through this rut....AMEN!!!

i know this post is a completely incoherent lost talk,but i guess this is important since I have thought about blogging a lot of times in these days, and have never done that, so in some ways it is the beginning again, and so anything goes. Hopefully the blogging would be a little more regular- given the amount of time I have in my current job

The Theory of Relationships....

2009-11-28T11:13:00.006+05:30

a few days i had posted(OK- copy pasted) from footloosedoll, about the pain of separating/break-up/letting go of someone you loved for dearly, last evening stumbled upon this. Similar line of thought....

In management - especially marketing courses we had these product lifecycle curves.....they start slowly, grow , and finally decline....

Somehow the relationship cycles are similar in nature, OK i know, a lot of people who are in love/relationships right now (really, or is it an infatuation??) would not agree to my theory of relationships life cycle...but may be would once they are on the leeward side of the curve Well, most posts mentioned above are from people who are at the extreme right end of the curve....they have been through a relationship, see sawed through the ups and downs, and are now feeling dumped at the other end. This is the basis of my now presented - "Theory of relationships" . All non-blood opposite sex relationships in the age bracket of 15-40 could be explained by the theory......don't believe me, read on The left part of the curve as shown above is like really something everyone knows....what with almost everyone i know having been through 1- Love affairs/romantic relationships

2- good friends/buddies/platonic relationships ( whether they exist in absolute terms or not is a different question altogether)

3- Arranged marriage mode/courtship period ; etc

however in each of these modes.....what really happens is this ( this is the consulting mind at its best....life through 3X4 matrix...he he }-)) ,

And now for the symptoms of each of these matrix elements

A1 - the most happening of the lot, in many cases this is the shortest period, sample this

He - will u be friends with me?

She - SLAP (scenario 1)/ (shyly) (smile) eh-huh-yes

Alternately ( the long route, also shared with the A2 phase) -

He ( sitting in canteen/bus/local train) (staring into oblivion from where the girl would emerge) sigh!!! ( for the first 3 months ) followed by sharing class notes/office work( people from IT industry would relate to this)/smiling shyly when meeting with group of common friends. 6 months later, the togetherness grows into the B1/B2 phase.

B1 - the most awesome phase in a life of relationship. movies. long drives, unending phone calls, gifts, flowers, whispering on the phone, blank calls( a relic of the long gone by time when we only had landlines, and the girl's mom/dad/brother/sister picked up the phone) - the time when u know all about the girls likings, remember about the blue orchid that the girl praised at a friends birthday party, and you decide to blow up all your pocketmoney/more "Udhaar" to gift her the blue orchids bouquet on valentines/college passout day/last day in office....u agree to buy and wear a red polka dots jacket since the lady in question thinks you look awesome in it, (while everyone else around including your street dog barks against it), u never think twice about flipping out your credit card in a shopping spree with the girl, at the expensive coffee shops et al, and only think twice ( and thrice and n number of times) when ur card bill finally comes in...."bhaiya ye paisa kahan se chukaoonga main......???". In most cases the near sightedness keep growing in the phase until u have lost track of all friends and the only thing that you could look at is the lady in question. There are certain catalysts to the buildup phase, which lead to immidiate target market capture - things like outstation trips/onsite trips together, driving back on a bike in rain, accidently barging into the girls room when she has just come back from washing her hair ( the evergreen scene is residential colleges/IIT/IIMs etc), kisses n hugs, the first time the girl shared some of her most intimate secrets soaked with tears, and the guy offered his shoulder/shirt to wipe them away....even more effective is the kissing away the tears from the cheeks sequence (some cheek some guys have....eh:))

In most case the delineation of the current growth phase end is in bed, when the relationship life cycle reaches the zenith....the guy is on top of the world, and the girl overwhelmed with the gifts/attention/affection she is showered with. ( Corollary of the theory of relationships - if people do not agree to the theory, they have not yet reached the zenith, as what goes up also come down - As newton's law of gravity prophesised)

TO BE CONTINUED.....

musings mood again

2009-11-25T21:18:00.005+05:30

sitting at a dhaba behind my school with a good friend of mine, i had a aloo parantha and egg bhurji for dinner....well for old times sake, and this friend stares at the happy face that i had, and said..."aaj fir kuch nostalgic sa likhega tu blog pe".....well i can not make my friend turn out to be a liar, can I???? so here goes another senti wali post another week, another aimlessly wandering 7 days....since last wednesday --> work followed by awesome dinner with friends, work, allnighter party, drive out of town, little work, work, work followed by nostalgic dinner at a dhaba which goes back 20 years in my life ( the dhaba at refugee market behind my hostel at modern school....some old times)..... days just seem to float past, and each new week, each new day comes back with the same feelings, same old story...high time i changed this pattern.... break free from the shackles, do something different..... way back there was a difficult hindi word that i had learnt - mrigtrishna (mirage), and when i reflect upon the last week capped by the dhaba dinner today...it seems to be the story of my life....that hostel life probably was the age of innocence- of sweet nothings in daily life, of a life sans air conditioners, of a 50 rupee pocketmoney, of cricket sessions in the sun, of simply chatting all night with room-mates, and jumping the school boundary to go get a parantha from the dhaba at 1 in night....there was no hurry, fursat ke din....when we had ambitions, and the urge to achieve them.... when all these sweet nothings had a meaning in everyday life.... that followed engineering, in an era when there were 3 engineering colleges in Delhi-NCR, we were the achievers....cracko.....!!! a job on campus followed by a world tour all paid by the employers under the garb of onsite trips, a stint at IIM where loads of others want to be, a job with a top consulting company, a wallet full of more debit and credit cards that the actual cash i ever carried to the dhaba ( that used to be 3 rupees for an egg paratha, and i carried 5 bucks to the dhaba:)), and at the same dhaba, i was nostalgic, but not happy- not content.....whew.... am i the only cribber, ( i realised that most posts on this blog are cribs) or others feel the same too.....not that I am against parties, against pubs and discs and 5K dinners, but somehow nothing seems to beat the basic parathas n chai on the hostel rooftop....why is it so? even today I want to go higher up in the professional career, and may be i would, I m doing pretty well for myself, I have managed a GOOD(ok people who know me would pounce on me for this) work life balance, and i yearn for a little more.... PS- thank dost, hope u now know why is it called the refugee market, and YES, you were the only girl in refugee market }-)

some feelings are universal.....

2009-11-09T20:18:00.005+05:30

was just passing through some of the friend's blogs for the lack of nothing better to do, and then on to their friends, and so on....till i reached a blog, and there was this post on footloosedoll that caught my attention... there are certain themes which run across blogs, a lot of people crib about the life they are into, some sing odes to their love lives, a few people write shakespearean level lingo to convey their thoughts(the themes obviously i could not make out due to the greeko-latin english that people use), and then there is the story of broken hearts, like the one in the post above. Some of the lines from the post are simple super-imposable on just about everyone i know including yours truly, savour this "I want to leave behind all that I remember of you." "And while you’re at it, try to take away this stupid hope I have, that in reality, all this is just a scary dream. I promise you, one day, you will stop mattering. I promise myself, one day, very soon, I’ll start living again"

the words may be different, the thoughts are the same.....and this equally applies to people you called ur friends...."My best friend's wedding" was n;t a joke...and i have seen the best people falter....From the quant classes in MBA, i would really like to understand the probability of a breakup in any randomly picked up relationship....is it so close to 100%, or is it just that the people who are happy and successful with their relationships choose not to display it to the world at large, and so noone ever gets to know...

bleed, my heart, bleed silently....for every sob would bring out more broken hearts out of the closets...

The earth and the sun....too much heat??

2009-09-27T17:54:00.000+05:30

there was the sun, which was the center of my universe, which gave me heat, gave me energy...and made sure i would not freeze to death, it initiated the life on the planet, gave the life the support it needed, and then as earth i started evolving....from the freezing isolated sphere of rock, there were green shoots, and more life evolved, there was sound, noise and greenry, the sun still supported the evolution, and - it was the earth in full bloom...life everywhere, lively, and cheerful. until one day, the rays of the sun started penetrating the protective atmosphere with its heat, killing the liveliness....trying to gain the earth again, may be it was bit natural, the earth was in the solar system only, still got its heat, but only now the earth used the heat that it wanted to, the evolution was now for the earth to take forward, and the sun was still the center of the universe....would the sun realize the power it still has on the planets around, but the planets are sustainable, not without the energy of the sun...each planet now has its own orbit, but it still hovers around the sun....would the sun ever understand???

for that peaceful easy feeling

2009-08-19T19:46:00.005+05:30

Long time, since i wrote last....blame it on lethargy, and blame it on being busy in spurts.... Lots has happened since last time, and innumerable thoughts crossed my mind, every time i thought that i should write, and then i gave up. Would try to type in as much as i could recall, though the intensity would have subdued:) First and foremost, the Kanwar yatra passing through Delhi, every year, makes me think...we are running after money, material world, flashy cars, more money, high tech mobiles, and then there is this other India, where people are more than happy to walk across 300 kilometers or more over weeks and days, whatever be the religious significance, For us delhi-ites even religion is luxury item....we tend to go to the most flashy temple, where we feel happy about putting in obscene sums in the hundi/daan patra, the pandits judge you by the weight on the thali that you bring in, and the time in front of the idol varies directly with the "chadhawa" that you have offered, we go to temples in cars, and insist on parking the cars right in front of the temple, causing jams, all to please the gods....trying to buy god through money and limited time, and here are loads of people who are trying to please the gods by their own labour, no money, little dikhawa....and we call them old fashioned. these guys actually have 2 weeks of time on their hand to do what they feel is correct, how many of us in the cities have that luxury, for us weekends are shrinking and work hours increasing...we socialise with friends at pubs and discs, these people socialise with people all the way...beat that, and yours truly really wants to go "kanwar yatra" with friends, may be for no religious reason, but to simply have some quality time spent with friends, and may be that 200 km odd walk would do something good for weight loss , than months of gym:) This brings me to the next thought, and we have discussed this at office and among friends as to how we are becoming more and more unsocial, if that is the correct word. Every one i meet or talk to( OK - my age group +/- 5 years) seems to crib that the world has got more digitised now....more materialistic, we were kids and played badminton at nights, vish amrit, chain chain, and school cricket with paper and polythene balls....we played with no tools, just games out of nowhere, all you had to get was to catch hold of 2 or more people from your locality, parks were full of kids, and we knew the kids staying on the other extreme of the colony....you knew everyone, who ran fast, who studied where, and who had the maximum number of comics, and the best bats. now the kids play video games, chat on the computer, watch movies and that's the end of it, parents don't send kids to parks...or at best allow them to play the elite game of cricket. Till around 10 years back, rakhi and independence day used to all about kites....now its about sales and malls and movies, it used to be evening walks and parents taking kids to parks in the morning and evening, now its TV and saas bahu soaps, the only broken glass and window pane that you see is in TV ads.....and i have a serious question to all who read this post....don't you want to get back to those simpler times, i know money is important, but money is turning all of us into an endless rat race.....i love watching movies in multiplexes with tickets worth 200 bucks each, but the charm of actually standing in line for a 6.50 ticket at Priya was priceless.....we can buy almost everything everywhere, but you could not get the pleasure of being the last one running in the chain game, surrounded by chains of people everywhere, and laughing merrily at the person who was pulled by the chain, the weakest link, breaking off just before the other end of the chain caught you..... so how does this crib session fit into the marriage thing, well i really need to have a partner, who could enjoy the simpler things in life, as much as she could relish the materialistic world. someone who could go street shopping with me with equal ease as in a mall. someone who would not mind a drive into leh, only to fly back business class.....someone who could dream big, but with her feet to the ground, and her hand in my hand...... getting mushy, and also getting lethargic, now i would try and jot down things as they happen, so expect more posts here...till then, adieu!!

Picture - the Tranquil hills at Lansdowne, End June, The trip that made me even more city-hater

The story of my life....

2009-06-03T18:40:00.002+05:30

Thanks to kid for sharing this on facebook.....Somehow the scrip says it all

Credit/Source : http://www.ice-tray.net/

Musings on Religion

2009-06-02T09:32:00.000+05:30

The other day, there was a discussion about religion and the babas in the office, and i felt it may be a good idea to pen(ok, type:) my thoughts here. Well, the census of India and my passport says that I belong to the religion- Hindu. I take pride in being a hindu, i do believe in god, but i may not be a devout hindu by the scale of worshipping. I may be a hindu by the way of life, and that is the major characterstic of hinduism - the concept of dharma. All other religions that you could think of, have been initiated by god's incarnataions, there was one preacher. They were defined in a certain manner and listed out the do's and don't of the world. You had to do so and so to be a good person of the faith. The only religions that i could make out, which do not point to a single preacher are hinduism, jewish and Zoroastrian( i hope i spelled it right- that's parsee for us). Well, the amazing point about hinduism is that it has not only retained its unique way of life, it has grown to become the third largest followership in the world- whereas parsees today are a dying breed, and Jewish influence is limited to a small around 50 million followers( that too by lineant estimates). This is what makes me proud to be a hindu- noone told me what to do, what not to do, and the concpet of right and wrong was open to people's understanding subject to a overarching guideline- that follow your karma , and the goods would follow. HInduism is not about amassing hordes of things , its about "Tyaag" or giving up the worldly pleasures. We have had saints and other interpreters whose control amuses not just the foreigners but also some of us worldly indians. And then here comes the twist in the tale- why are we so hellbent upon ruining the religion or the way of life that is the identity of all of us. WHy do we need baba's and sant's of all hues and cries, trying to tell us what to do and what not to do. IN the hindu scheme of things saint's ar ethe people who are away from worldly gains, then why do these baba's go out flying in the business class, and then travelling on SUV's to the remote places where massive tents have been laid, trying to convince people about the afterlives. Inka Tyaag kahan hai??? and who are they to interfere in my religious lives which is very personal to me. And i love when these baba's open social service institutes, saying that they marry poor girls, teach kids et al- appreciated, but then where does the need to have precious real estate for ashrams come in? why do they need to pay the sadhna and astha channels of the world, to get a prime slot, so that they could pass their messages to more unsuspecting people. And then there are my favorite religious fanatics who claim that the religion is under threat from other religions- excuse me- you guys never cared for the lower classes, and when they convert you are worried. Bhai aapne unhe pehle to hindu nahi samajha tha, ab itna pyaar kyun. My religion says that "har jeev mein atma hai, jo parmatma ka ansh hai" then why kill any one else, they are the same jeevs, they have the same atma and the same ansh of parmatma. they only believe in another god-so what?? why kill them in riots and otherwise. One of my good friends from office had the penchant of being vocally anti muslim, since they are out to eradicate hindus and india. And he had no dearth of the academicians from the hindu side of things to show the data and arguments for it. And he always maintained that that is the correct view of things, i don't and we always had arguments on his facebook profile on the articles he posted. The third category that really pisses me off are the devout everyday religious zealots. people who love to spend hours together in poje, running from one of the temples to another, and then go out in their daily routine screwing up the lives of people around them by their actions, and then go to the ganga and jamuna of the world to wash away their sins. All temples in delhi are full of these, people who would drive a luxury car to the temple since they could not walk that 200 m to the temple, wearing the heavy gold chains with kurta pajamas bribing the pundit a 500 rupee note, and then drive back possibly hitting and spanking a poor rickshaw wala on the way. Looting poor people through their overpriced businesses, and then earning "punya" by the way of a langar on amavasya. I remember the time when we were in the US, and had gone out to a road trip to pittsberg, one of my friends was bent upon visiting every single temple in the town( ok, there are close to 5 temples there that we knew of) and leaving out the other parts of the town in our itineary. when asked why he wants to do it his answer was "mandir jaane se shanti milti hai dil ko" to which my remark was " agar ek mandir jaane se shanti nahi mili to 5 mein ja ke bhi nahi milegi", and then he wasa quiet for some time and then roared back " main jaoonga, tu kar le jo karna hai"....so much for dil ki shanti and worship. To the dismay of the centrists, i am a Narendra Modi fan, not since during his regime people were killed, they should not have, and we are still getting flak for it, but because he did what his dharma wanted him to do, he has made life better for people in his state, and that is what a true hindu should be doing, doing his tasks better and in best possible way. I do not know when he goes to temples, whether he does or not, (surprisingly indian media does not seem to be interested in that), compared to say a Lalu Yadav, who turned vegetarian when "lord Shiva" ordered him to be (some shradha towards shiva)and then screwed up some 80 million people in Bihar. THat is my view about religion. and why just politics, such examples are abound in almost all areas of life. Too much for the things I do not like, what i like about my religion is simple- It does not stop me from doing anything as long as i do not step on some one else. So you could have hindus who eat meat and chicken, and other who do not even eat onion and garlic. Its their belief and they could live with it. People would get drunk to hell on alcohol, and then remain a teetotaller. There are 33 crore gods and goddesses, and so its to each person their own, you could worship god in your own ways-katha, aarti, meditation, mantras, and anything and everything you wish, for me it is simple remembering god once a day for a minute or a split second. Any god would do, or simply any thought would do.

Some Good Readings

2009-05-29T10:33:00.001+05:30

The last year or so has been different in the way that I started getting into reading blogs and opinions on the web a lot more than earlier, and this has given me a different insight into the information that is generally not available or is distorted in the media. Blogs definitely are a good media to understand the undercurrents of the society that we live in, or the places we want to know about. The discussions that these blogs generate as comments is another indicator of the emotions that the particular issues evokes among people who are on the opposite side of the discussions. A few of the blogs that I have read, and commented on are from different genres, and I would like to share them on my blog so that i could do my bit in order to spread the word. These are from different areas of interests, and they may or may not be the best available writers or blogs on the particular subject, yet i read them more or less regularly, and appreciate the points of view raised in these (i may not agree to them though) The reviews about the blogs are purely my own, and i am not too sure about the IPR issues , if any of these blog owners feel offended because of what i write here, please mail me and i would delete the portions. OK, so here goes, the first set of blogs are about Kashmir. I have had some fascination for kashmir for some time, one since my roommates in school hostel were from Kashmir, muslims from Srinagar and Anantnag districts, and then I had a good friend in college who was a Kashmiri Pandit, and again a good friend at my workplace, another kAshmiri Pandit boy, who finally got married to a kashmiri pandit girl, he met in a refugee camp in Jammu....(now that's a romantic fairy tale)....and so when i started reading non fiction, many of these books were about kashmir....i remember, there were multiple books from MJ Akbar, Bashrat Pir, Karan Singh, Sheikh Abdullah, and numerous others, and i did have heated discussions with people all over the place about them. I have personally been to Kashmir- once to Srinagar for a marriage in the heart of old srinagar, the hotbed of anti india feelings, and next to Amarnath, staying enroute at Srinagar, sonmarg, Pahal gaam, and anantnag, where the idea was to meet as many people as i could than the pilgrimage. ANyways there is this blog from Koshur I read is often, and do comment on them too. I have had discussions and arguments with Koshur and others from the Kashmir side of opinions, and then there are regulars who post the iNdian view. THe discussions range from emotional diatribes, to logical reasoning and outright religious fights, but the fact is it gives an amazing view of things from a Kashmiri viewpoint which is not very evident otherwise. There are other blogs too, but then they range from outright propaganda about atrocities in kashmir(similar in concept to what is blamed a lot on indian media), and the rest about poetics and pain. THere is another blog from Saadat which is not very regular but nonetheless very enriching. More on these blogs in detail later. There are more blogs about Pakistan that I read- one called Fiverupees there is another one called CHUP - changing up pakistan, and then there is this website called Global voices online which acts as a consolidator of blogs from around the world. Well, for all we know, these blogs may not be representative of the actual mindset of people, sinc efor a place like Kashmir or Pakistan , people who blog are going to be the educated elite with access to PC and internet and english knowledge (compared to poor poeple in these places who can nto even have two square meals), yet they are better than the impersonal reporting that news and formal media reports. Again these blogs have an uncanny capability to ould opinions of the people who rely on these blogs for the situation on the ground.And that makes the authority of the blog owners a little important. I know that this post is vastly different from whatever has been posted on this blog(well this is more serious, if you believe me). I would try and write about anything that is top of my mind on a particular day. Mera blog hai bhai :)

The travails of a marriage-able guy

2009-05-26T16:18:00.000+05:30

hmmmmm......my obsession with all things marriage is growing, may be since these days everyone I meet(and that includes my mother everyday i reach back home), seems to be after my life to get married. Not sure if Darwin's theory of evolution talked about people mecessarily having to get married by 30 to survive or perish (aka giraffes streching their necks to survive) any which ways, here's may take on the marriage scenario, as it happens to you...any sembalance to anyone married or alive is purely coincidential.... 1. Age - 21-23 years well, it all starts when you finish your under graduate college, people in close vicinity get to know that you have landed with a campus offer paying more than what your dad earned after 25 years into a sarkaari job, and they pour in to congratulate, and then add some sweet nothings in their conversation with your mother, "acha hai, college se hi naukri mil gayi, ab to bas ek achi si ladki dekho aur shaadi kar do iski".....and then you have some arguments at your place, when all those girls you knew from childhood as family friends start being talked about as potential life mates.....lovely one-liner from "jab we met" - main to bada ho gaya par ghar wale bade nahi hue....:) anyways, u try and convince your parents that abhi to life shuru hui hai, lets see how the job goes and all 2. 22-24 years of age OK, job starts....and thats IT sector, the girl in the next cubicle/project appears so godly beautiful.....the affairs from college spill over and become even more dynamically romantic, now you have loads of money, and so u could graduate to a coffee shop from the earlier chai ki tapri....and multiplexes from those 7 rupee ticktes at Priya( all those who visited Priya prior to 2002 would relate to the charm of these 7 Rs tickets), and then some days you reach back home from office, only to realise that the far based uncle "jin ki beti bangalore se engineering kar rahi thi" is hoome, and for obvious reasons he becomes the most friendly uncle in the whole world, so very interested in knowing how your job is going....and before you know you have said "yes"....not to the uncle or your parents, but to the onsite manager at work, take the next available flight to US/ONsite...hopefully safely away from all the match making business. 3. 24-25 years The calls to US are damn costly, so u decide to teach your parents how to use email and chat, and before you know the emails are stuffed with profiles....in the hurry to get away from the scene u forgot that the onsite trip is going to get into even more trouble....your potential as a prospect goes even higher.....and you end up extending the onsite stay even if you hated the veggie whopper meals at burger king...."sad burgers to avoid a sadder(??) life....back home 4. 25-26 years Back in India, you realise that your parents had an amazing social circle, and that ur "khyati" has reached far and wide, all the people you never knew existed are mailing/sending you profiles.....you know it deep into your heart that half the girls also look for a hunk and they would possibly say no, the moment they saw the short and dark guy with specs, the pics start looking good and tempting, yet since there still are some sembalance of available girls in your own social circle, you plan to evaluate these options before jumping into the match making game of the parents. 5.26-27 years of age And now the parents are like damn serious, people around you are getting married, and the first fling that you had, the girl is married and has a kid now, and to make matters worse, she meets/calls your mother to break the baby shower news to her.....your best friend is married, and he makes sure that he pleads my mother to come for his wedding at all costs.....some friends....aag lagane mein sab se aagey......u decide its time to take a mid career break, and run away to a business school...ab koi berozgaar insaan ko kyun apni beti dega??? 6. 26-28 years And like all earlier tries, this try goes for a toss as well.....engineer with onsite experience, and then MBA underway at IIM.....dhar lo is ladke ko.....bhaiya, socho bande ke bhi baare mein, nahi karni use abhi shaadi....but you make sure that all those trips that you make back home , end up on a bitter note, what with the emotional blackmail from mothers......main pote ka munh dekhe bina hi chali jaaoongi.....jarror tera kisi ladki se affair chal raha hai, tu mujhe bata, mujhe koi problem nahi hai, usi se shaadi kar le tu....and now that is like rubbing salt in the wounds of a MBA student at IIM, bhai ladki hai kahan jis se chakkar chalega...:( The rest would follow.....

Some more random thoughts

2009-05-26T11:32:00.000+05:30

ok, been almost a month since i wrote here, blame it on low moods. The last month has been a little different, in more ways than one. Met some amazing people, and then well, seemingly lost some. There is this person I know, who is even more confused about marriage than I am, and somehow, it turns out to be an "ajeeb" sa conversation every time we talk or meet. All doubts that she has are very valid, but the trouble is, that there are no straight answers to this entire question of gambling with a life partner. THere is this stupid theory that came to my mind - is getting marrie drequired since everyone else around you is doing the same, and thus the same group of people you spend the maximum time with, are all married, and thus the entire set of people around you changes, and these new friends do not connect to you the same way as earlier, and over aperiod of time the loneliness gets on to you, and you too decide to throw the hat in the ring. Work wise, i felt really odd about a co-worker's attitude- not sure if that is a figment of imagination, or reality(i feel the latter is correct), and i m at a loss to put a reason to the same. This person used to a be good company in the office, and then suddenly its abruptly too formal. I have no qualms about formal behaviour, but then i would love to know the reason, since that is something that helps me always. NOt that I am good with handling criticism, still somethings help!! Office mein having good friends is actually pretty difficult since mor eoften than not, there is this invisble peer pressure and competition that exists, and thus i feel all the more odd about this entire event( the only shit area is that i do not knwo what event?) i know the above post is a completely uncoherent piece of mind, but well that's what a blog is supposed to be:)

Weekend away from Madness....

2009-04-28T15:45:00.003+05:30

OK, I have always thought of finally settling down in a small town when i am done with my corporate life, and with whatever limited knowledge I have about the cities, Lucknow and Patna, along with BHopal and Jaipur top the list. And this weekedn I was in Lucknow, I just felt that I really need to cut short the maddening corporate life that I am currently into, and well...settle down in one of these places. Well, to begin with, was in Lucknow on Thursday...and what a day it was, lazing around, with people, relatives and friends, who actually have time in their lives, they are also working, making money and carrying on with their lives, yet they have so much of peace and time in their lives, that I was jealous ;P Went "Gunj-ing" , had chaat and kulfi, and some amazing mango sessions, with taaje tode hue dussehri aam....and just to bring out the contrast in life, I was actually trying to attend to a official call while at Hazratgunj, while the rest of the people were enjoying shopping, and that was when I had actually applied for a chutti, and was on a vacation.....mera vacation aur unka working day...need i say more.... People talk to you as human beings, traffic is easy, and no one is in a hurry. People actually talk to you, "aap" is the order of the day than the "tu" we are all used to.....wtf am i doing with my life??? and as if to rub salt in my wounds, the next couple of days were at Siwan, a small town on UP-Bihar border, bang in the middle of the "purabiya" belt.....have some property there, and so have to go there every once in a while,used to actually go there and spend the entire vacations while in school there with my family---playing games in the huge house, and spending the veneings in AAm and Litchi bageechas, that's a place that belies every conventional logic we have, Delhi- AC is the order of the day, and here I was in Siwan, where there was no electricity for more than 4 hours in the 2 days that I was there, and there was no sweat, I could sit in the room inside the 100 year old house that we have, and there was cool breeze.the only time i needed bijli was to charge my cell:)....there are people who could tell you endless stories about your family, and you know the entire mohalla and a lot more people, when the person sitting in the municipal property tax department knows your family and the linkages within, I actually slept under the stars, on the roof of the house, gazing into the sky - into the millions of the stars, of all shapes and formations....staying in flats in delhi, ihad simply forgotten how stars look like, except for those late night ice creams at India Gate :) All this was at a level of city, but what stands out the most are the people, there are millionaires in Siwan, with shops and lands and businesses, and there are literal cliff hangers, people with chai shops who do not even earn say 50 bucks a day, and they are all happy, they know each other, and the families know each other, the chai wali from the chowk was actually sitting at our place, talking to my mother , who apparently is the "bahu of the town", the amazing thing was that she was happy and content with what she ws doing, unlike all of us thouroghbred MBA and engineers who think two hoots before jumping another job for a few thousand or few lakhs.....businesses open at 530 in morning only to close at 10 in the morning and then open again in evening- 5-8 , since it was too hot in the afternoon, and people wanted to just go back home...you could actually survive with 20 rupees for 3 square meals in the day, and yet again no one was in a hurry....I really wish there was a way that i could go back and do something in Siwan, something that ll keep me busy, and gets me money too, and I'll be more than happy to go there and settle down. One of my batchmates, NItesh , belongs to Ptna, has a job in Patna with a multinaitonal salary....and i feel there is no way anyone can beat it..... come to think of it, what keep these people happy.....is it the simplicity of thought?? or is it the lack of oneupmanship.....I may be a pauper living on literally nothing, but people were calm and would offer tea to anyone who comes to them.....why can all of us not be like them, what do they have or know that we don't??

Thoughts on marriage

2009-04-09T22:40:00.004+05:30

Almost a week since last post, and the week has been the same old one...one of my very good old friends had some peculiar issues about her marriage, something that I could not think of a simple way out, but it leads me to think of an even more important point in the whole issue of marriage.... OK, in a nutshell, the guy had a long lost affair before he got married to this friend of mine, and now the ex is back for a short stint with the flame rekindled, leading to turmoil in all lives concerned. My Friend, let call her S, has a difficult situation at her hands, and there are no shortcuts or knee jerk reactions possible here. There is this other friend who insists that such things would keep happening in a arranged marriage, if either the guy or girl has a pre-marriage affair or relationship, and to an extent I feel she is right, but at the same time a lot depends upon the people under question and their maturity. Not everyone would do what S's husband is (apparently)upto. But here's the pertinent question- as human beings which are always thinking, would such a relationship be viable, or would the entire life be always a comparative study between the first flame and spouse? Another discordant view comes from the psued people who have multiple relationships before marriage- now would complicate matters further- since there would be more points of comparison, or would it be more simpler, since there are no set benchmarks, and the special relationships would not be there to compare, I do not know the answer, and would really want to understand. OK, Why m i pondering over it, since i m also trying to look for someone right now(??), and have no idea as to what impact it may have on the choice of girl. The simplest way out would be to fall in love with a girl, get to know her, and then settle down with her...picture perfect, but the same is not possible always....in fact that has an inherent problem attached, you never get to see the back of the person you claim to love, since more often than not, you are enamored by the "power of love" so i m back to the square one....no ways of marrying is a foolproof way, it appears that i had a chance, and i squandered it away....is it too late now??

Another week....projects- professional and personal

2009-04-05T19:38:00.002+05:30

well, a happening week it was, projects in real life and professional life, and while the professional project is difficult, the trouble in completing it pales in comparison to what has been the status of my "personal" project....did some good research based work at office, all that remains is to draw conclusions....and well that's the difficult part...but i think i now have the hang of what i would be doing over the next few days...and so it would be over in time, and in line with expectations....market surveys can be done for sectors, minus the sector that is going to define the rest of your life...the market research for the marriage prospects:) ok, back to the oft-flogged topic of marriage....one of my friends skimpy from IIMB, has an amazing series on the entire market and concept of arranged marriage, well, he's the topper of our batch and no wonder the style of writing reflects that....loads of management fundamentals, analysis, cases being presented, but i think i agree with the underlying thread of the series...i do not know how to add a link to one particular article, so here's the link to his blog i am thinking a lot about the kind of girl i should get married to , considering the kind of profiles that get thrust in front of me almost on a daily basis now.....and i realized that this is a problem with no check-lists.....i tried shortlisting girls based on my understanding of the family values....small educated family girls would be better off- i thought since they would be raised in a family similar to ours....similar family values, i maintained that business class families would be a no-no....and that the girl should be decently educated, and by that i meant....either a PG in a decent subject(which means MBA, sciences, English or economics)..., or a professional(the most abused word in the marriage domain...it includes just about anyone and everyone......doctor, engineer, architect, dentists, fashion designer, interior designer, CA, CS, CWA...and i dont know what all...well for me it meant only doctor, engineer and dentists)...again the choice of subjects does mean any bias towards anyone, just this that i thought that these lines of education would probably make the thinking a little common....the above covers a real broad spectrum of girls, and from whatever i understood by talking to the "prospects" and their families is that there is something amiss in this entire arrangement. well, that is something i am pondering about for quite some time, and it seems it needs more thinking....i don't know what to think further, if i be too close ended, that would leave literally no one to choose from....so its the marketing principle coming to the fore....prospect, and then shortlist, and then do a more thourogh research, and then shortlist further, and then finally make the call...provided even you meet the criteria set on the other end for all these tests.....who said marriage was a easy thing...:)

rumblings over the weekend

2009-03-29T20:04:00.003+05:30

Well....some time since i actually wrote something....the passport outing did go out miserably.....some wise head in the passport office decided that a bank statement with the last entry from 22-Feb is not current enough and so needs updation.....leaving me with a couple of choices...take another appointment and get back with the documents updated, or race against time- get a entry made in the passbook within an hour....so there i was, thanks to some wonderful friends that i have, doing a round trip to Karol bagh...well over 11 km, in an auto, withdraw cash from bank, get passbook updated, and go back in time before the office closes....whew...the bad part- i was traveling in an auto after ages, and they travel like at a snail's pace, and the good part- I MANAGED TO BE BACK IN 60 minutes....despite a little help(??) from my friends.....someone named Paritosh aka PK da could throw more light on it.... OK, the weekend was like real cool....was in office on Saturday, went to Om sweets twice- somehow the masala dosa was better than the signature matar kulcha and cholle bhature , and then watched multiple movies back to back...was to get some cash deposited to my PPF account for the current financial year, but had to drop the idea, so there's more work already lined up for next year...getting my PPF account normalised. Well, here's my take on the movies for the weekend.. 1. Gulaal - Great movie, amazing songs and most amazing lyrics...the movie somehow looked similar to Omkara....both movies were about deceiptful women, and good women, deceitful men, student and larger politics, and semi urban backgrounds...loads of undercurrents and khadi boli.....i kinda liked the girl who played Kiran in the movie, not sure who was the actress.....she was good as the cool seductress, real devilish eye manouvres, all in all a good and intense watch, a good film from Anurag Kashyap after a not so good Dev-D 2. Aloo Chaat - Again a decently light watchable movie, only a one time movie, too many loose ends, but a feel good sort of movie 3. Finding Nemo - Well, watched it for the zillionth time, somehow the movie always makes me feel good, and makes me nostalgic about a big ocean and friends who help you cross it when it matters the most....the forgetful dorry and then nostalgia led me to finding songs, there's this album from Vangelis called Conquest of paradise(well its and OST for the movie by the same name), and it is just amazing...the title track somehow makes me feel all charged up, and there's this piece, entering twin falls by Nicholas Gunn.....no matter how low you may be feeling, these songs could life your spirits....entering twin falls again comes from a dear friend who (rightly) pointed out the mood swings within the song.....would request everyone who comes to this blog to try and listen to these tracks... the week ahead promises to be hectic, and i m not used to working hard anymore.....so not sure when i come back to the blog

Esteemed Company

2009-03-26T15:13:00.001+05:30

Wanted to post my suffering at the passport office, but this one is tooooooooooo gud See here

The fear for Passport

2009-03-23T12:27:00.001+05:30

start of another new week....had a lazy weekend, in fact so much so that did not even move out of home even once on sunday :) vaise going by the weekend there is not much to work for over the week either:) Tomorrow, i m supposed to apply for the reissue of the passport....just another reminder that i have been out of college for 10 years....!! and this is the time when you really start thinking about the indian beaurocracy.....i m trying to check and recheck if there are any additional documents that I should carry just so that i am able to present them, in case the clerk at the desk asks for it out of his whims and fancies....the next on the agenda is police verifcation, and i m wondering if someone will be home when this person comes calling (though i feel that since my address has nt changed over the last 10 years, and my passport still has a validity of 6 months in there- there should not be a police verification, but who knows...) and lastly who is going to collect the speed post when the passport finally comes in....there should be an option to collect the passport from the office itself(wishful thinking!!) So here we are, the way beaurocracy could hamper a smooth issue of passport....a new thing that i learnt was that ration card is not the only residence proof you could rely on....they have actually asked for a PSU bank statement(thankfully 1 of them has the residence address, every other accoutn has office address there), some bills( which are all on my mother's name), election i-card...which has the address partially incorrect....and now beat that, i am just wondering that after staying at the same place for 30 years, i have issues getting the documents right, what happens to a person who is not even staying in the same city for these many years.....quite a frightening sceanrio.... I agree that the passport is a sensitive document, and that there should a proper scrutiny for each one that is issued(keeping in mind the terrorism menace that we have), but the process hsould be a little simple...and thankfully i feel that is happening, for once rite now, i have fille dup the form and can take an appointment, a far cry from the last time when i actually was standing at passport office rite from 8 in the morning, soon people are going to get their passport within 3 days, thanks to an initiative in which PwC, my alma mater also had a role to play... anyways for now, i m dreading how would my encounter with the great indian democracy go tomorrow, will post the experience tomorrow

Dinner, Marriage and the way time flies

2009-03-19T21:59:00.004+05:30

was out with friends a while back for dinner, and somehow there was a small remark about marriage- nothing serious, but it made me think - why is it that marriage is so much a part of our culture, that it has to appear anywhere are everywhere in discussions and chit chat, ok, it was not being discussed today, but was just a part of leg pulling, but still.... as i look at it, marriage is about a lot of companionship, a lot of being together, and a part of the being together in bed(well i have tried to be use axioms for the bed part, we all know what it is)....and so companionship is the key...you should be able to connect to the person, and that is where the indian society stands on its head, how can you be sure that you connect, and if you guys are not sure, how do you take the plunge? and what if the plunge drowns you and never let u resurface??? ok, i know this is a rather pessimistic view of the entire thing, after all almost all the people we know, or most of them have got hooked up this way. shady hai bhai!!! ok, back to dinner.....went to bercos' - good starters, not so good main course, and followed by an amazing coffee at CCD....wrote on tissues, and cards and bills after like ages.....f@#$ yaar its like more than a decade out of school and would soon be a decade outta college....., someone mentioned that arts faculty has not changed for some time, as long as i could remember arts faculty was like going thru permanent renovation, and so was all the main campus.....seems like yesterday.... ok, i still have nt decided or thought over if the blog is gonna have a cenntral theme, besides of course ME, but maybe i would just ramble for sometime till i get the hang or regular blogging.....any ideas , any one..??

It really starts in an unintended way

2009-03-17T18:07:00.000+05:30

ok, i had created an account for myself on blogspot by quite a chance and was not even sure if i wud be ever using it to actually pen down my thots..... some of the earlier musings, are also at badintentions.rediffblogs.com - i hope it is the rite address,

Well so here i m, unintentionally locked out of the house, and thus sitting in CCD and finally getting onto the blogspot bandwagon. I have been reading and commenting on a lot of blogs recently, thanks to loads of time that i have....and i think i m kinda getting hooked to understand what these people think and write....looks like i m finally getting a bit tech savvy.....been working on a PC/laptop for over 10 years now...and for the first 5 years i did nothing but checked my official email, and a random check on whats happening in cyberworld for nothing extraordinary....and then WEB happened to me, first i was hooked to orkut, and now its facebook...chatting was never too in, till gtalk pulled me in, and yet i have not ever made a voice call despite having spent obscene amounts on international calls......then came in songs, software and media download, and now blogs......whew...been a long transformations, is nt it??

hopefully i wud be a little more regular in creating and updating this blog, no idea what i would be focussing on though, may be anything and everything.....

Well, one thing that comes to my mind and which would make this blog a li'l useful for visitors beyong reading my random musings is to help them find their way around delhi- the obvious markets and the underbelly...this is a city i have lived in almost my entire life, and i know it well....so much so that friends call me when they are stuck on the roads for alternate routes, food joints, movie halls and just about everything about delhi....so feel free to ask me any information, and i wud try my best to answer it asap...

i m not sure how you add blogs that you read pretty regularly, however i would try and add the ones i follow almost on a daily basis, i like the writing of some of the people, and would really want others to read them too